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The morning after you sold your virginity to Kokonoi. ♥️ Ps. There's a video of it and Ran sends it to everyone?

From Wassup Mikey? (Can be found on Wattpad/AO3)

Ran is your #1 fan

Haitani brothers are assholes.

Wakasa is embarrassing. Takeomi too.

Wakasa and Takeomi have to play mommy because Shin is in jail with Mikey.

Poor Inupi

Poor Izana/ jealous Izana ♥️

Poor Shion

Mikey (NSFW) look for the +++

⚠️TW: Attempt at suicide/Mentions of suicide. Drug use.⚠️

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Damn it was hot...

You tried to move the covers off of you but something was weighing your arms down..

Fuck!

It took a second but you finally remembered you weren't in your own bed. And the body next to you owes you money..

Koko laid up against you with his arm draped over your body and his leg keeping you close . His face was snuggled into your neck..

You felt gross... No not in the regretful type of gross, cause... God damn.. But you felt sticky and heavy. Even when you twitched your legs you could tell you were sore.

"Good morning sweetheart."

You jumped from the deep voice. Koko whined when you basically threw him off of you.

A big smile and violet eyes stared back at you. Koko rolled his eyes when they landed on Ran. It was only 9:15am! What was the fucker doing up so early?! When did he move a chair in here? And how long has he been watching you sleep?!

"Stop staring at her fucker. It's creepy... You know what.. GET OUT."

Ran chuckled when you tried to pull up the blanket to hide your still naked body from him.

"I'm just admiring Koko, calm down." He shifted his attention to you and pulled out a photo from his pocket. "Can you sign this for me? I'm a big fan of your work."

Embarrassing!

Ran held up a photo of you from the video. The fucker actually took a screenshot and printed the frame of you squirting on Koko.

You pinched the bridge of your nose. You would have happily jumped out the window by now, if only you weren't butt ass naked.

"I need to go. Can you both leave so I can get dressed and pretend this never happened.."

That hurt Koko a bit while Ran chuckled. " Anything for my new favorite porn star."

He got up a tossed a phone on Koko's lap. Before he could ask, Ran answered him while he was walking out.

"You won, so he's your keeper now.." he smirked when he stopped at the door. "Oh! And you're gonna be late. He sent a text saying he needs you to attend a meeting at 10... On the other side of town. You know the church he goes to right?"

Koko's eyes almost popped out of his head. That lanky son of a bitch! It was already 9:32 and the place was at least 40 minutes away...

You've never seen Koko move so fast... You almost got whiplash for just watching him not only pick up his clothes but also trying to put on his eyeliner. You were surprised to see that he kept one in his shoe, was he always carrying emergency eyeliner?

"Koko?"

He pulled his shirt over his head and looked at you. You held the snort you wanted to blurt out when you saw his face. His eyeliner looked like Nike symbols.

He leaned down and kissed your cheek before you could pull away. "I'll call you later!"

With that he ran out of the room. First of all... You didn't have a phone? And second, your money?

You scrambled to get yourself dressed. You needed to go after him and get out of here before you ran into any one else. Especially that someone with white hair.

Throwing on your shoes and stumbling to the door. Before you could reach it, a small knock came from the other side.

"Y/n, it's Inupi.. Uh, can I come in? I have some things for you.."

You opened to door a bit to make sure it was just him. You stepped aside to let him in while he closed the door behind him. Everyone was just now waking up. Ran sent the video to everyone last night but only himself, Ran, and Rindou saw it so far. He didn't want anyone to barge in on you once they figured out you were still here.

Shion...

He set a bag down on Rindou's bed and pulled out a envelope. "Your money..."

Giving him a small thanks you tried to leave but again he stopped you.

"Hang on. That's not all he wants me to give you."

Inu pulled out a white and purple box, along with a few bottles of Gatorade. While he was opening the thing. "I didn't know what flavor you liked so I just got a few."

He popped out a small white pill and held it out for you. Oh right, must be the emergency contraceptive..

It felt so awkward as he watched you put the pill in your mouth and wash it down. The silence made your anxiety pick up.

"Well, thanks..." Stuffing the money envelope in you pocket you tried to step around him.

"Wait!"

Internally groaning you looked up at him.

"One more thing." Reaching into the same bag he pulled out another box and held it out to you. "This is yours. Koko had me run around town just to find the same one he has for you.. I'm sure you can finish setting it up yourself?"

You looked down at the box and raised a brow. "I can't take that, let alone afford one right now."

It was a phone... Koko had Inupi go out and buy you a fucking phone!

He shook his head. "He's paying for it so you need to take it or I'll get in trouble."

What was this? What did Koko think was going on? This was just a one time thing that you were doing..

"Inupi. I can't take this from him.. I don't know what's going through his head but.."

He took the box and put it into your hands. God he wanted to slap you, did all that headbanging to your loud music kill all your braincells? But then again you didn't really know how messed up Koko's head was.

"Too bad. We should get going.. He told me to make sure you got home okay and I have a lot of things to get done. Judging by the video, I'm pretty sure it hurts to walk."

Damn.. that shut you up.

Inupi turned to leave. Maybe you'd just talk to Koko later and give the thing back when he was done doing whatever it was.

And to probably tell him he really didn't need to have Inupi baby sit you. But honestly, the walk of shame wasn't so bad if you weren't alone, right?

You sighed and followed him out of the room.

To the door and out.. keep your head down and don't look at anyone..

That's what you had hoped but bumping into a body almost sent you to the ground. Inupi must walk slow--

Izana stood in front of you, eyes wide like he's seen a ghost. Both of you looked like a deer caught in the headlights.

"Y/n?.. What- What the hell are you doing here?"

Your shoulders somewhat relaxed when he looked genuinely confused. He hasn't seen the video and he hasn't talked to Koko..

But that didn't last long.. For some reason you couldn't say a word to him. For some reason you almost felt guilty.

Like a cheating wife getting caught..

He looked over your body and it broke him.. The marks that littered your neck, the way your eyes looked everywhere but him, but he could see it.. He could always read you.

The innocence you held tightly onto, the innocence that you always said was for him..was gone.

His eyes roamed over to Rindou's door... That fucker of all people?!

"Answer me."

He didn't mean to, he didn't mean for it to sound like he was demanding you to speak. Izana didn't know how to speak to you properly right now.. He was pissed but this is the spot he put himself in. No one to blame but himself... But he didn't want to admit he was wrong, he was NEVER wrong. So this was all your fault...

He saw red when you didn't say a word. You just stepped around him and made your way to the door.

"Hey! Fucking answer me! You can open your fucking legs but you can't open your stupid mouth?!"

' What am I doing?! '

Izana could see his hand reach up to grab the back of your neck but he couldn't control his arm. He screamed at himself in his head to stop but when his fingers made contact with your skin. His nails dug into the bruised flesh and squeezed.

It felt like he was under water but his body was on fire. Even the words coming out of his mouth sound like they were muffled and coming out in slow motion.

Only seconds went by..

You hissed when Izana's nails dug into the side of your neck. He was yelling but you just wanted to leave. You had no words to say to this guy, he dropped everyone so he had no right to be mad..

Izana wanted to throw you against the wall and make you say it. "I guess I have to treat you like a whore just to make you say some-"

Pain..

Pain shot from the front of Izana's face to the back of his head. His body flew back onto something soft, or should I say someone.

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Shion had the worst morning. He woke up with a hangover and to a video of the girl he wanted getting railed by Kokonoi. He had a massive boner but some asshole yelling in the halls killed it... And now. Well Izana's body crashed into his and they both flew back.

Fuck! Was Taiju here?!

Shions heart wanted to skip a beat when he saw you stepping over to Izana and grabbing him by the collar of his shirt. But you looked so mad, and not the hot kind of mad. It made Shion have flashbacks of when his dad would beat his ass when he got drunk or high..

"Fuck! No daddy! I'm sorry, I'll behave!"

Ignoring Shion you looked at Izana who was a little dazed out from your punch. You'll have to thank Draken later for those all those fighting lessons.

"Listen here you little--. You dropped us all like we were nothing! The minute your momma abandoned you and Emma on the sidewalk, Shin and gramps took you in and made you family. You sulked around that damn house until we all forced you out of Mikey's room. We all cared about you and wanted you to feel like you belonged with us. We wanted you to see that you were one of us!. And what do you do? You trade us for a little blue pill. You traded ME for a quick high... You are nothing to me Izana, not my god, not my king, not even my friend at this point. The next time you talk to me like you own me, the next time you try and grab me like I'm yours... I'll rip your fucking balls off bitch."

Oh my.... But it was all lies and anger talking..

' I'm sorry, I don't mean it.. please just come home.. '

You sounded so different... That sweet voice Izana loved so much was dark and mean.

So mean that when Shion held onto Izana, he couldn't help but hold onto the blondes arm. You said nothing more when the front door opened. Inupi looked at the two males on the ground, a flash of amusement crossed over his face before his attention went to you. "Y/n. Some weird chick is out here looking for you. Are you finished with Izana?"

You furrowed your brows, weird chick? Oh fuck! you hoped it wasn't Hina!"

You ran outside to make sure she dosen't try to body anyone. Izana finally realized what he just did and tried to get up after you. He was supposed to go home.. He was supposed to beg you all to forgive him, but of course he was a coward and just made up excuses. He's not scared anymore, he can't be scared anymore...

"Y/n! Wait! Im sor--"

Shion held him back. He's seen that look before... he's seen this scenario before with his own parents. You were broken and needed time to fix yourself before Izana dumped his shit on you.

Shion knew he wanted to go back home, he knew Izana missed his family.. But he still wasn't clean. Shion knew that you'd have to be Izana's rock and safe place. It was hard to love an addict, and you just weren't ready for that..

Little did Shion know, your night with Kokonoi was the beginning of your own addiction..

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Ran and Rindou waited for the two of you outside.

They both held back a laugh while they stared at the male infront of them.

You almost let out your own when your eyes landed on Takeomi. He stood in the driveway with his hands on his hips, messy hair and we're those pink curlers? A half lit cigarette hanging out of his mouth.. And the cherry on top was the pink bunny slippers on his feet..

But how did he know where to find you? And whose car did he just pull up in?

Takeomi cleared his throat. "(First, middle, and last name.). Do you know how worried me and your father have been? Out all night doing lord knows what! You couldn't tell anyone where you ran off to?"

Your father? Oh no...

The cars window rolled down, Wakasa smirked at you before locking his sleepy eyes on your figure. "Oh sweetheart, when we get home, daddys gonna lay you on his lap and spank the shit out of you. Get your ass in the car young lady."

You rolled your eyes... Wakasa always liked to embarrass you all, he always said your pain kept him looking young.

Your cheeks tingled while you walked to the car. You mumbled "I'm sorry mom." to Takeomi as you passed him. Wakasa must have promised him something good if he was playing along with this skit.

The embarrassment only got worse when Rindou yelled after you.

"If he's serious about that spanking! Record it and send it to us! Our numbers are all on that phone, I'm under #1 Baby Daddy!"

You looked back at the brothers. Rindou was waving while Ran sent you a air kiss.

Takeomi scrunched up his face. "Ew."

".... I think that kiss was for me?"

His eyes locked on Ran. "Get in the car. Before you catch a third world herpe from that one. "

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It was silent until the car was at least a few houses away.

"How in trouble am I?"

Wakasa chuckled and looked up at you from the rearview mirror. "Draken was worried. We had to sedate him. Sanzu had his katana out so we locked him in the bathroom. Senju's keeping watch. Baji and Chifuyu almost sent out their cat army.. Kazutora... Well he said you were probably out robbing people and tried to get ready to join you. Takemichi was crying and hugging one of your shirts.. We sent them across town to look for you when Pah told us where he left you."

Takeomi turned to face you. " A little fucked up you decided to go out and party with some dudes and not tell anyone. They that much of a drag when it comes to parties?"

You shook your head and pulled out the envelope. You held it out to Takeomi who just stared at it. "I... Can we go get Shin and Mikey now? There's more than enough for the both of them.."

Wakasa eyed the envelope Takeomi took before looking back at the road. Takeomi was mumbling numbers as soon as he opened said envelope.. but stopped and turned to look at you again..

"Sweetheart.... Why the fuck are you coming out of a fucking trap house with a envelope that has 3 grand in it?!"

The tires screeched when Wakasa hit the breaks. If it weren't for him taking one hand off the wheel and holding your head, you probably would have flown forward and out of the windshield.

His eyes were wide... You've never seen them that big before. "Where the fuck did you get that from! What the fuck did you do?!"

They were both yelling and it was freaking you out. You ended up yelling. "It wasn't supposed to be that much! He was supposed to only give me $1,500 for--!"

Oop...

Both in unison. "FOR DOING WHAT?!"

You took out the phone to text Koko. If they all put their numbers in this damn thing Koko's was bound to be in there... But of course they all put their names under something stupid. Ran even changed Koko's name for him. For someone who thinks he's better than most. Koko was boring as shit.

Baby Daddy #1.

#1 Baby Daddy.

Big Dick Daddy.

Daddy.

High Heel Daddy.

Best Dick Daddy.

Brown Daddy.

Mean Daddy.

??!? Fucking assholes....

Again both males in unison. "WHERE DID YOU GET THAT SHIT?!"

you looked up and pointed at the envelope. "The same guy who gave me that."

It must be Shins mother-like behavior rubbing off on him, he was actually starting to get a little worried. He didn't yell, he didn't smirk... Wakasa turned off the car and turned to look at you.

"Listen Y/n.. I know you've been 18 for a few days now and I really have no reason to parent you. But I need you to tell me what you did for that money. Do we need to worry about you or the punk who "gave" it to you?"

"..No. I-" Why were you embarrassed to tell them? These two were grown ass men who perved out with kids...

Wait, that sounds bad..

Perverted brothers who you all learned "The Sex" (Mikey's words) from? Nah, that didn't sound good either since you thought Takeomi was hot. You weren't down with the Alabama shit...

"Okay don't be mad.. I sold my virginity. AND before you guys freak out! I was fine with it... And no, he wasn't an old pervert. He's only a few months older than me."

Wakasa laughed while Takeomi just looked at you.

(Wakasa) "Sold your virginity? What sad fuck would pay for that shit?! And I don't mean bad on you Y/n. I'm clowning on him. Dude must have shit game just like Shin."

The car started moving again but it was headed towards yours and Draken's apartment.

(Takeomi) " 3 grand and a new phone... Damn I wish I was still a virgin. Where did the guy get all this money from?"

You shrugged. "Don't know. But from what I heard. He's been obsessed with money since he was a kid."

Wakasa snorted. "So you got wrecked and came out with a sugar daddy... Lucky you."

Sighing you leaned back. "It was a one time thing. I'm giving the phone back when he's done doing his... Whatever."

"So it wasn't one of the dudes in the driveway? I thought maybe it was the one in heels or braids."

"No. He left after our Lord and savior needed him. The one with heels is Inupi, his best friend I think? I don't know what the other two are to him... Inu was going to make sure I got home okay."

Both males shared a look before Wakasa continued. "He's associated with Taiju?"

You nodded.

(Takeomi) "That's not a good thing.. And from the sounds of it. If it was just a one time thing, the guy wouldn't care about you or your well-being. He would have just paid you and kicked you out after he busted a nut. With how Taiju's guys roll.. I think you just became someone's property Y/n."

Oh crap.. No. You never agreed to that.

Before you could try to talk your way out of it. Wakasa pulled up to the apartment building. Takeomi took out the money they needed before giving back the rest. It pained his little stingy heart to do so..

(Wakasa) "Go wash the dude off of you, I can smell the shame.. And you better get ready to either tell Shin what you did or make up a good story. We ain't telling him shit. Only that the money came from you."

Oh no.. you didn't want to have that conversation. "Can you tell him please? I don't want him to come and cry-yell at me... Pretty Please?"

Wakasa looked at you and held out his hand... Takeomi too.

"Really?"

He shrugged. "You know better, nothing in the world is free. Pay up princess."

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Those jerks took $100 each...

But that still left you $800 all to yourself... But why weren't you happy about it.

You've never felt this feeling before. The sadness ate at your chest when you noticed how fast the money you had dropped down. You should be over the moon to have $800! But a little voice kept telling you

' Okay, chump change. You started out with 3 grand. You made three grand all by yourself but you didn't get to use it on yourself. You used it on people who are going to just judge you for what you did to make it..'

You were just tired.. yeah that's what was wrong with you.

Luckily no one was in the apartment. They were all still out looking for you and Draken had woken up to join them just minutes before you pulled up.

You washed yourself in hot water and used up most of your body wash. Darker patches on your neck made you winced when you tried to get Koko's smell off of you. Everything was sore and you were actually a little scared to wash down there. But thats the part of you that felt the dirtiest.

Pushing down those thoughts you finished up your business. Sleep, you just need sleep.

You grabbed whatever clothes you had left and threw them on. Draken was nice enough to give you a few of his old shirts to sleep in. Being lazy in bed all day sounded nice. A large black Megadeth shirt and underwear sounded comfortable...

$800 could get you a few new shirts and pants. More underwear and bras.. but you needed to give your mind a rest. That'll help with these foreign thoughts..

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*An hour or so later*

The dream you were having was intense. It had you whimpering out small moans in your sleep.

To the person who just walked into your room. They thought maybe you were having a bad dream?

It was far from it. Rough hands held you down while you moaned out a name you couldn't hear. You felt your body shake with each heavy thrust. Your fingers tangled in long hair...

Who's name were you screaming? Why couldn't you see his face?

The bed dipped from someone's weight. Your blankets were lifted and a body made themselves comfortable under it.

Your fingers dug into the bed and a small moan left your lips. If this person wasn't worried, he'd make fun of you for years to come.

Arms wrapped around you and pulled you close. You woke up when you felt pressure on your chest.

' What the? Right when I was about to cu- '

"Oh man. I missed the touch of a woman. Being in the pin was hard Y/n..."

Soft blonde hair and a little pony tail. Mikey was trying to feel up on your boobs with his face. You didn't even push him off of you like you would have usually done.

"Mikey!!"

You squeezed him so hard that even he was surprised and losing air... But this was fine. He missed you too!

It was muffled, but you could understand him. "What a glorious way to die."

You let go of his head and ripped the blankets off of him. You looked him over just to make sure. "Are you okay?! Did anyone hurt you?! Were they mean to you?! What about Shin?!"

Mikey stared at you for a second before he smiled. "Damn, calm down before you start crying like Emma. I'm okay, and Shins okay. he's home because Emma wouldn't let him go. I had to roll out of my window just to come see you. Where is everyone? I wanted to surprise Kenny."

You plopped back down. You figured they all would have been back by now. "I guess their still looking for me or they found something to do?"

"Ah.." Mikey rolled over to look at you. He knew... And he didn't believe it. "So.. Is it true?"

You turned your head and nodded. "You guys mad at me or something now? I kind of let guilt get to me and just did it..."

Mikey shook his head. "I'm not mad. Shin feels a little bad but Wakasa explained that you gave your consent. Plus it's your coochie, you do what you want with it." He then smirked. "Was it good?"

You laughed. "I guess? I mean it hurt and felt uncomfortable at first but I ended up squirting on him at the end. Can't really compare it to anyone else."

"Hasn't Izana put his fingers up there? Was it at least better than that?"

Izana... You forgot all about Izana. You punched his jaw pretty hard, even your knuckles were bruised and split.

"No, but I saw him there. It didn't go so well."

Mikey furrowed his brows. He did something stupid, it runs in the family.. "What happened?"

"He got mad when he saw all the marks Koko left. We did it in Rindou's room so I think he thought I fucked Rindou. When he tried to get answers out of me I ignored him and tried to leave. He ended up grabbing me by the back of the neck.---"

Mikey shot up so fast. "I'm gonna beat that Chihuahua looking motherfucker with my flip flops!"

You had to tackle him down. "No! I punched him and sent him flying onto Shion. He said some things and I said some things back... I feel so bad now."

Mikey scoffed. "He deserved it." He grabbed your head when he saw your eyes water. "He doesn't deserve your tears right now. That's not our Izana, it's just some asshole who looks like him. The only emo bitch that's allowed to be here is me."

You laughed. Mikey was an idiot, but he knew what to say when you needed it.

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After some more talking and catching up.

Yes, It's only been 2 days but it felt like forever... Mikey couldn't remember the last time it was just you and him hanging out together.

All Mikey could think about was... ' I should really go to jail more often. '

His eyes rolled back when your tongue entered his mouth. Mikey was good looking but he had the Sano curse and had trouble with girls. He was sure you were only his friend because you took pity on him the first time you met.

That's right, you were his friend... So this was okay. Right? You were both close, so close that you used to have sleep overs that turned into you or him staying the entire week!

Friends can have their fingers deep inside the other.. That was normal.

It took Mikey some time but he caught on quickly. He's only seen this in porn videos so you had to coach him a little bit.

His fingers were curled and slowly pumping in and out of your abused cunt. The pad of this thumb circled around your slick puffy clit..

You and Mikey were just laying together. You've both slept in the same bed before, you both laid in the same bed before...

Talking about childhood ended up at the memory of when you and Mikey almost had your first kiss together. Just centimeters apart before Draken and Sanzu walked in and ruined the moment.

Then Izana came and went...

He made a joke about being able to kiss you all he wants now. Playfully kissing your "big ass forehead" when you tried to break your head free of his hold, Mikey ended up pecking you on your lips.

He froze and you did the same... Were you the one leaning in or him? Both?

Mikey moaned into your mouth when he felt your wetness roll down his wrist.

He was getting a little irritated at how tight his pants were getting. Would it be stepping over the line if he asked you to take his virginity? No payment required... He really didn't want to be the only virgin in the group now...

"Faster."

Obeying your command Mikey pumped his fingers in and out of you at a faster pace. The squelching sounds made him giggle but sent a tingling heat down to his--"

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The front door swung open and you both pulled apart.

Mikey whined while you started questioning yourself.. How did that happen and why did you let it?

Mikey has always been touchy, but you NEVER felt the need to touch him back.. Your body was sore but it wanted him...

Your room door was the next to be swung open. Thankfully you both were still under the covers.

Draken looked so worried. "Where the hell have you-- MIKEY?!"

The smaller blonde waved like nothing shady was going on. You hid under the covers and tried to pretend to be asleep. Draken wasn't dumb but you just hoped...

"Mikey!!!"

"No way!!!"

Two bodies jumped on the bed and tackled Mikey. Baji and Sanzu crushed you just to get to him. Rude...

Everyone flooded in.

Kazutora gasped and joined the pile. Chifuyu was laughing at Baji who was trying to kiss Mikey. Poor Takemichi stood by the side of the bed and was crying. Mitsuya was with Draken by the door, taking pictures on his phone.

"Get off of me! Is this how it feels?" Mikey pushed Baji's face away from him. His face was red from either embarrassment or being overwhelmed by all the attention.

(Sanzu) "Is your throat okay?"

A snort came from under him. Sanzu jumped when he finally noticed he was laying on you. "Y/N! Where the fuck have you been?!"

"Uh, Sleeping?"

"Bull--"

He was cut off by Baji who was loudly sniffing Mikey's hand. Sanzu made a face. "Baji, what the fuck are you doing?"

He ignored Sanzu and looked at Mikey. "Why does your hand smell good? Were you eating something?"

Mikey yanked his hand away and mumbled something that sounded like. "I didn't get a chance to, thanks to all of you fucks."

Baji raised a brow. "Huh?"

Sanzu grabbed it and took a whiff. You and Draken were on the second floor... That was high enough for you to die, right? If you got a running start before jumping out of the window? Or would jumping from the rooftop be less painful?

Sanzu furrowed his brows. "Takemichi you eat like a goat to keep that dump truck plump. What is this?"

Oh no...

Takemichi's eyes widened. Oh he's eaten that plenty of times before, his eyes traveled to you. The only female in the room, unless Mikey had a girl hiding somewhere. "Uh, I have no idea?"

Draken rolled his eyes. "What are you guys weirding out about?" He grabbed Mikey's hand. "It's probably a honey bun or something, you all know Mikey's an addict for that shi--"

Mikey's eyes widened and he hid his hands. Draken would know right away and call you both out on it.. The walls in his house were thin so he and Izana knew when Draken spent the night with Emma.

"It's nothing! I was showing Y/n how they cavity searched my asshole. You fucks wanna smell it again?"

Kazutora let out an amused huff. "Were you showing Y/n with your asshole or hers?"

You gave him a deadpanned look while Mikey laughed. "Mine bitch. Open up and clean it for me."

Kazutora gaged and flew off the bed when Mikey tried to put his fingers in his mouth. Thankfully after that the conversation was dropped. But mainly because Mikey started talking about some guy he was sharing a cell with.

"He said his street name was "Skinnydip" he's around the same age as us."

(Mitsuya) "He sounds like a rich kid who tries to be a gangster.."

Mikey snapped his finger and nodded. "He was! He got arrested for trying to be cool and sell weed to an undercover! It was just fucking catnip!"

By now everyone had moved to the living room. You were able to be the last one to leave your room so they couldn't see that you didn't have any pants on... And that you had wet underwear.

Mikey continued. "His parents were trying to scare him straight so they paid for him to be there. I wanted to beat him up so bad because all he did was cry. Even more than Takemichi does!"

(Takemichi) "Hey!... Okay, so I get emotional. Suck a dick."

Mikey waved him off. "Anywho. I ended up becoming his friend because he started talking about missing his house. Especially his back yard.. He's supposed to be getting out tomorrow and invited me over. I told him I would bring all of you guys with me. He got pretty excited about it!"

Everyone just groaned. Why would Mikey do that?!

(Chifuyu) "No offense to your new friend Mikey. But why would we want to hang out with a wannabe gangster when we get harassed daily by real ones?"

(Sanzu) "He's right. I don't really want to spend my day with Malibu's most wanted."

(You and Draken in unison) "I'd rather go to school. Tomorrow's Monday.."

Mikey huffed. "You're all not seeing the big picture here. The dude has a pool and a skate park in his fuckin back yard! Basketball court too! Our kick it spot burnt down, when we passed it they were filling up the pool and hauling the rest of the house away. So we have to deal with one annoying asshole? We can't just kick it outside around here without the " full diaper" gang bothering us. One wannabe bitch is better than a group with guns and a god complex.."

Everyone was quiet...

That did sound nice. The abandoned house was the only place you felt safe when you were outside...

You broke the silence.

"Okay, I wanna see this pool you're talking about. If he's a rich white boy, I bet it's nice and probably has a waterfall or something."

Mikey jumped up. "Yes! See, Y/n gets it!"

Everyone kind of just thought for a second.

(Takemichi) "I do miss skating... And I think Hina would like to sit around a pool that isn't full of pee and aggressive perverts.."

Mikey had hope in his eyes when everyone started to slowly agree. Well everyone but Mitsuya, but you all understood where he was coming from. He wasn't one to miss school unless he was deathly ill or family matters. The sewing club was his baby, his pride and joy, and the girls who joined needed him...

(Draken) "Fine, we'll check it out. Where is the guy anyways?"

Mikey smiled. "Beverly Hills."

You clicked your tongue. "Yeah, nevermind. I'm out."

You plopped onto the couch next to Draken. He silently agreed with you.

Mikey's smile dropped. "Why the fuck not?!"

(Kazutora) "Beverly Hills is like 10 bus rides away! No one wants to be on the damn bus that long! It'll take hours to just get there."

(Chifuyu) "You know Baji can't sit for that long. He'll start a fight on the bus. I can't get banned.."

(Baji) "I thought we already were?"

... "Oh yah!"

Mikey rolled his eyes. "What if I can find a way to get there on our own? If we take our own ride it wouldn't take too long."

Everyone just chuckled. No one took it seriously, you all already dropped the idea.

(Draken) "Sure Mikey."

A ring came from someone's phone. Everyone who actually had one began to check to see if it was there's.

(Takemichi) "You guys have a house phone?"

(Draken) "No?"

No one noticed that Sanzu had walked into your room when the ringing started up again. Under your bed laid a black and red phone.. who was the one holding out on this one?

Again it started to ring...

He walked back into the living room and held up the device. Everyone looked up and furrowed their brows. You forgot to turn the thing off and put it back in the box..

Sanzu snorted. "Uh, Anyone expecting a call from Big Dick Daddy?"

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*Sano residents. Mikey's POV.*

That was a long conversation about Y/n losing her virginity to Koko...

He's never seen Draken so mad before? Why was he so pissed about it? It was her body...

Everyone was 50/50 on it but eventually came to an understanding. She was always there for them when we all did stupid shit. Not once judging...

Draken had asked everyone to leave so they could talk. No one really wanted to but he assured everyone he was just going to take her out for dinner to apologize. He yelled at her and said a few things he shouldn't have..

Mikey felt a little jealous.. Y/n and Draken were getting close, almost as close as the two of you once were...

Would Y/n and Draken step over that line too? Nah, that was stupid. Draken was in love with Emma.

Dinner came and went. It was quiet, especially since Emma was gone. She was the one to start up the chatter. She was staying over and some annoying girls house a lot. But it was because she was sleeping with the girl's brother... But no one knew that yet..

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As he laid in bed his hand tingled. Every time he closed his eyes to try and drift to sleep he could hear your voice and feel your hands gripping onto his shirt.

That's how he ended up with his dick out and his underwear at his thighs. Those same fingers that made you whine his name were inside his own mouth.

The taste of you was long gone but the smell was faintly there.. sweet, and it made his mouth water.

Using his saliva to coat his fingers he brought his hand down to pleasure himself. He was alone but he could imagine you perfectly.

Your soft thighs wrapped around his waist, your nails digging into his back.

You asked him to fuck you harder. His headboard hit the walls so harshly that small pieces of the wall began to crumble.

Mikey had to bring up the bottom of his shirt and stuff it into his mouth just to muffle his moans.

In his mind you had rolled them over and began riding him. His back against the headboard now and you were using it to help you bounce on his dick.

He bit down on his shirt and arched his back off his mattress. Muffled whines bled into the darkness of his room.

"Fuck, Y/n. Just like that, please just like that. Don't, don't stop.."

You slick was leaking between his thighs and he could feel your cunt starting to squeeze him. Another whine left his lips. Your hips were rolling on top of him as his thumb found that cute puffy clit that he wanted to taste so bad..

"Cum on me baby, I want it.. be a good girl for me--"

You screamed his name and began to spasm out on top of him. He bucked his hips up and held you down with both arms. You were biting on his shoulder while you tried to muffle your screams.

Mikey sucked in a breath when he felt his stomach tighten. "Fuck! I'm cu-"

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⚠️TW: Attempted suicide. Mentions of suicide.⚠️

A loud sliding sound made him jolt up. Mikey didn't even care that he was interrupted and that he didn't even get to cum.

A small thud hit the ground and He pulled up his underwear and rolled out of bed. The baseball bat that Baji left was grabbed from under his bed.

"I don't know who the fuck you are but you're robing the wrong house motherfucker! We don't got shit to steal!"

*Sniffle* "Mikey?"

That wasn't right... Could it be?

Mikey scrambled to turn on the small lamp that sat by his bed. The warm light flooded the room before Mikey dropped the bat.

"Shit."

He ran to Izana's body that was sitting in the middle of their room floor. He was shaking and sweating like he ran here. His skin was clammy and cold.

"What did you take?"

Izana wanted to cry, he was crying but he couldn't feel anything. He doesn't know why he was here. His body moved on its own and he found himself climbing through your window. Only you weren't there... Your bed was empty, if Izana was sober he would have noticed the state your room was in..

His mind went straight to Mikey after that...

"I took it all... I took all of it but it didn't work. I-I got scared and threw it all up.. Am I so worthless that death doesn't even want to deal with me? If I wasn't a coward I would--"

He hiccupped and reached into his pocket. Mikey flew back when he saw the silver gun. Izana pointed it to his temple with shaking hands and staggered breathing.

"Izana.." Mike gulped loudly and slowly reached out to him. He moved his body as slowly as he could.. Mikey couldn't tell if Izana had finally broke or if he was having a bad high. His eyes were blood shot and he couldn't tell if it was from the drugs or crying. "Come on, brother, let go of it... You don't need to do that to yourself. I'm here, okay. I'm here and I'm not going anywhere.."

Izana flinched when Mikey's hands touched his. But he relaxed when he felt something other than the cold. "Let go Izana. We love you so much, we want you to stay here on this earth with us.."

Izana shook his head. "I miss everyone Mikey. I don't want to feel like this anymore. I want to be normal again."

Mikey nodded, even if Izana wasn't looking at him. He was staring to get scared. "You will, we'll help you, we'll all help you feel normal again. We miss you so much. We all want you back.."

Mikey was ready to yell for Shin when Izana's finger hovered over to the trigger.

He froze when Izana let out a choked cry. "But she doesn't love me anymore.. I don't blame her. She's better off without me..."

"Who?" Mikey felt stupid that it took him a second. There would only be one person he'd be talking about. "Y/n? You think Y/n doesn't love you anymore?"

He nodded.

"Don't be thinking like that Izana. Of course Y/n loves you. She told me what happened. She felt so bad.. She's been so worried about you this whole time."

Mikey felt a little bad.. he wasn't sure if you still felt the same? It's just what Izana needed to hear. But If you did, then that would be good for Izana. But then again it would mean Mikey's own feelings would have to be put on the back burner for the second time... Well, he'd happily hide it for his brother... Even if it hurts.

Izana let out a small sad laugh. "She's with Koko now. Of all people..."

Mikey laughed along with him. It was distracting Izana from his hold on the gun. The topic of YOU was distracting him!

"Do they not tell you anything? Your friends?"

Mikey was able to take the gun out of his hold. He slowly got up and threw it out of the window. He'll have to wake Shin up to go get it later.

Izana ran his hands through his hair. "What do you mean?"

You helped Izana sit up on the bed. He was still shaking so he wrapped their blanket around him. "They aren't together.. She sold her virginity to him."

Mikey could tell he was confused. Didn't he hang out with Kokonoi all the time? The brothers would have said something...

"She sold it? Why? What did she need money for?"

Mikey sighed. "For me and Shin. We did something stupid and got arrested at her party. She felt like it was her fault and got desperate. She used that money to bail us out.."

It was hard for Izana's brain to understand. Everything was still hazy and his heart beat flooded his ears. Mikey's voice was the only thing he recognized. "She wasn't home. Her room is empty.."

Mikey tilted his head. Oh right... He didn't know..

"She's staying with Draken now. They've been sharing his apartment since his mom split."

He looked up. "Huh?"

"Y/n's mom kicked her out when they got into a fight. Told her since she was 18 now, she wasn't welcomed anymore. Now the bitch just lives there with Kiyomasa."

"Oh..."

It was quiet until his stomach grumbled. Now that Mikey got a better look at all of him. Izana looked skinny, well he was always skinny but he looked thinner than usual.

"You hungry? Emma's been gone... She's alright, but that's a whole other story. But gramps made some hard ass steaks, so there's plenty of leftovers.."

Izana didn't say a word, he just nodded and let Mikey help him to their kitchen.

Mikey could only think to do what Shin had done for him. There was a time when Mikey let darkness overcome his mind but he had his family and all of you to help set him free. And that's just what Izana had too..

Wrapped up in their blanket, Mikey warmed up the food and fed his brother. Izana's hands were still shaking and he couldn't cut the damn hockey pucks on his own. But Mikey had no problem holding his fork or his cup of water for him.

It took Izana a minute to actually chew but he was happy to finally have "normal" food. Ran and Rindou could cook, Izana could too, but with how many bodies came into the brothers home, the place never had groceries. Just alcohol... And drugs.

Fast food tasted all the same and Izana couldn't stomach it anymore.. He'd go days without eating, until he couldn't take the pain anymore. He'd get high so he'd be too numb to taste or feel.. But even that stopped working and he ended up feeling trapped at the end of his high.

Mikey watched him sober up a bit. He was debating on whether he should call you or not. He cursed at himself for not getting your new phone number...

Maybe he could call Draken and just have him pass you the phone. He really hope you two weren't fucking right now..

"You want me to call Y/n? I'm sure she'd be happy to know you came home."

Izana wanted to... He wanted to tell you he was sorry and that he missed you. But not like this.

He shook his head and noticed that Mikey's smile had dropped. "Not yet. She's seen so much bad of me already. I don't want her to see or hear me like this. I want to be a little better first."

His smile made its way back. He was proud of his brother. Proud that he was finally ready to come back before it was too late. Proud of his brother for being brave...

"Sure. We can do that.."

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Mikey had basically treated him like a baby. It was a foreign feeling, but it wasn't unwelcomed.

Mikey had wrapped him up like a burrito and tucked him into bed. He was tired but he just couldn't sleep..

The small clock they had on the wall said it was nearly 3am.. Sighing Izana got up. Very slowly so he wouldn't wake up Mikey.

His body was craving another hit but he flushed everything he had.

A walk would help... Anything to keep his mind off the craving.

That walk didn't take him far. He stood by your window and slid it open. There was no car in the driveway, he knew Kiyomasa had a motorcycle but that was nowhere in sight.

The place was completely dark and quiet. He did a once over around your house just to make sure it was empty.

It was, but the place was a wreck. Dust and trash in the halls. He tried to flick on your room light but the power was out..

"Cheap ass Kiyomasa, can't even pay a bill?"

He sighed and tore off your curtains just to let the moon light in... Now he can see the disaster that was once your room.

Mattress torn, clothes all over the floor. Did you do all of this? He picked up one of your shirts. It was a Slipknot shirt but not just any normal shirt. This one was your favorite, he remembers you nearly fought the dude who tried to take it from you when you grabbed the last one.

This couldn't have been you, you'd never tear up this shirt. You'd never tear up any of your clothes! Especially since Mitsuya modified most of them.

"Damn, who would have thought Miss, L/n was an actual bitch..."

Izana yawned and looked at your bed. Your pillows and blankets were all over the floor. Would it be weird if he took a little nap on your bed?

A tired sigh left his lips when he looked at your bed. "I guess not." The thing was cut up to shreds, all the springs stuck out and the cotton inside looked like it had been pulled. What did your mom think you were hiding in there?

Clicking his tongue he picked up one of your smaller blankets, it was something that could help him pretend you were there. He took it with him out the window and started his short walk back home.

Maybe if he felt better tomorrow he'd ask Mikey to go with him to see you.

Would you be happy?....

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sunnyxnala · 2 years

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Monday, 10/24/22

8:20am - I woke up and hastily got ready and rushed over to my EEBIOL discussion at la kretz. on my way there, i completely WIPED OUT on my scooter while going down the hill by gardenia. i was in the bike lane, abiding by scooter and traffic laws ok, and then this guy just STEPPED OFF DA SIDEWALK TO WALK IN THE BIKE LANE LIKE DUDE?? and he didn't even LOOK bruh mans wast just on his phone pls. it was too late, i was already too close to stop from hitting him, so i swerved and our shoulder bumped. he didnt take any damage, but i took the hardest fall and tumble oh my god. my scooter went flying to the left side of the rode and i went flying down the middle, tumbling and rolling for a bit before eventually falling on my back and skidding to a stop. i threw my head back and lie there in the middle of the road just full of defeat. truly a "ok universe just take me out already" kind of moment. the guy whom i bumped into was like, "oh my gawd are you okay???" and offered his hand to help me up but i was so angery at him and i was like, "yeah im fine >:(" and got up by myself. and then he kept asking me if i was still okay and "how i didn't see him" and at that point im like dude just go away man T_T

9:15am - i made it to my discussion, albeit late. my ta was very understanding though and allowed me to take our weekly quiz after discussion. i really love how she always brings her dog, he loooooves me frfr bc he always comes by, jumps up, and sits on my lap for the entire discussion. he's saur cute but saur stinky oh my god he always farts on me and i get paranoid tht my peers think that it's ME

10:00am - i hung out and did some work at kerckoff, and that's when i first noticed the pain in my footsies from tumbling down this morning. i didn't think it was too bad, but i definitely felt like my foot was bleeding. when i got back to my dorm, i found out that my legs are all bruised and scratched up and my left toenail is cracked in half T_T L for nala nation.

11:30am - after bandaging myself up, my boyfriend and i met together to grab brunch from the study. we both got chocolate hazelnut waffles and they were so gas <3

1:30pm - i accompanied my boyfriend to his office hour for a bit because i wanted to see him program his little robot thing

2:00pm - i headed out to my ls30b lecture! my boyfriend also accompanied me which i thought was pretty sweet. i also volunteered to answer a question today and i got it RIGHT LETS GOOOO i felt so good after that B) totally not behind in this class or anything nah nope all good, i know my content ha ha...

3:00pm - we headed back to the hill, where i began working on submitting some assignments and sending emails. it still takes me f o r e v e r to send out a well-written email, and i wish i could write them out more easily ;-; i will admit that i feel like i've gotten so much better at writing emails cold but it is still really difficult to write a thoughtful email in a short amount of time. it typically takes me 30min to write an email now, which is not too bad.

7:00pm - i got ready for a meeting, packed my things, and grabbed my friend's belated birthday gift. i met up with some friends who were also on their way to the same meeting at de neve plaza, where we were just preparing and ensuring that we were ready to go.

8:00pm-10:00pm - had a meeting!

11:00pm - after i got back to my dorm, i had another meeting with my alumni mentor to talk more about careers and life after college! very helpful slay

12:00am - i was saur exhausted i ended up crying sobs i am such a crybaby but it's okay it felt very healing. overall, today was... a 5/10... yeah...

xoxo nala

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Blurred Lines - Part 12

Henry Cavill x Reader

Henry especifically told (Y/N) that he didn’t do relationships. But lines get blurred. And crossed.

Warnings: Slight AU. Shameless Fluff.

Words: 1,241

Cavill Squad:

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The day after Henry and I found out about my pregnancy, I scheduled my first appointment with my obstetrician. We’re finally going to see our baby! I’m so excited for today. But also so scared.

I just want the baby to be healthy, for everything to be ok with us. That’s all I’m asking. I know it sounds like I’m being negative, but I’m not. I’m so goddamn happy that I’m equally terrified of it all going wrong.

I seriously couldn’t wait to finally see the growing ball of sunshine in my tummy. And Henry was ecstatic too. I love seeing him like this. There’s a special sparkle in his eyes all the time, and always a soft, gentle smile on his face. His whole body radiates happiness.

I can’t stop the smile from forming on my lips once that thought crosses my mind. I’m currently cooking breakfast, some scrambled eggs and toast, obviously a cup of coffee, for me and Henry. He’s been staying over lately. Basically, he pretty much lives at my house now. And, to be honest, I like it this way.

“Those eggs must be telling you some amazing jokes.” Henry jokes as he wraps his arms around my midsection from behind, planting a few kisses on my cheek.

“I’m just happy, Henry.” I reply simply, feeling emotional. Feeling the warmth of his body against mine makes me feel the most safe and alive I’ve ever been.

He turns my body gently so I’m facing him, then he cups my face with his hand. “I’m happy too, love. So happy.” He whispers, leaning in and kissing me deeply for a couple of seconds, before I cut him off.

“Henry, the eggs!” I chuckle, pushing him away and getting out of his grasp. He puts his hands up as if he wasn’t doing anything, chuckling too.

I switch the stove off and get the eggs and toasts on our respective plates, as he sets the rest of the table and sits down, waiting patiently for me.

“Here.” I say as I set the plates down. He mumbles a soft thank you and he dives into his dish and coffee.

I start eating as well, a comfortable silence surrounding us. But some time later, I notice he’s completely lost in thought. His gaze is focused on the cup of coffee, I think? And it says that way for a few minutes. I try to read him, study his features, but I can’t figure it out.

“Henry? Baby?” I call him out gently, cupping his hand with my smaller one. Once we touch, he finally snaps out of it and locks his gaze with mine. “Everything ok?”

“Yeah. Yeah.” He clears his throat, putting a smile on his face. “I just… I want to ask you something… Or suggest something to you. But I don’t know how to put it.”

“Just say it, Henry. Whatever it is, we’ll talk it through and work it out.” I smile, tugging on his hand for support. I’m not going to lie, I’m scared shitless of what he’s going to say, but I kind of have a feeling that it’s not a bad thing. Call it sixth sense, a hunch or whatever.

“I want you to know that I’m putting my house on the market.” He informs simply, watching the new information settle in my features and reading my reaction intently. I thought he loved his house, it held so many important memories to him. I never thought he’d want to sell it.

“Oookay.” I reply with a somewhat confused smile. “So, you want to move in? With me?” I ask him, still genuinely confused, urging him to continue.

“No.” He replies simply. My face falls instantly, and he notices that quickly. “I mean yes. Just not here.” He adds, trying to be clearer about what he meant, but I’m more confused than ever. “Look, I love my house. And I know you love your house too. But our family is growing and I love you guys, so much.” He explains slowly as if taking his time for me to follow his line of thought. “I want to start over, in a new place, with you and our baby. Make new memories, our memories.”

“You mean… you want to buy a house?” I ask, still trying to make sense of what I just heard, and he nods, confirming. “For us?” He nods again.

I know I sound stupid, but I just never thought about buying a whole new house. We’re pretty much living together now, so I didn’t even think about it. And like I said, I never even thought he’d want to sell his own house. But now… hearing this, I’m feeling emotional. Our family. Me, Henry and our baby. My family.

“Baby, it’s ok if you don’t want to do this right now, we can just postpone this and talk about it some other time.” Henry explains soothingly, now being his turn to caress my hand.

“No, I want to. I’m just overwhelmed, I’m sorry. This baby is already kicking mama’s ass.” I giggle through the tears. He plants a kiss on my forehead, and I can feel his smile against my skin. “But yeah, let’s list our houses and find our home.”

“Really?” He asks just wanting to make sure he heard me right, so I nod effusively. “Oh my God, I love you so much.” He whispers as he kneels down next to my chair, and wraps his arms around me.

I’m still sitting so he rests his head against my chest, hugging me tight. “I love you too, Henry.” I run my fingers through his curly hair, pressing light kisses into it. I don’t think it’s possible to be happier than I am right now. This is more than I ever wished for, more than I could ever ask for.

“I love when you cuddle me, love, but we need to go get ready, or we’re going to be late.” He pulls back and gets up, then helps me up as well. “And you know mommy and daddy are eager to meet this baby.” He smiles widely, caressing my small baby bump.

“Yes, they are.” I agree, covering his hand with mine, feeling emotional all over again. Damn hormones. “We love you so much already.”

“We really do.” Henry adds, with emotion in his features as well. “Now, let’s go, love! Move, move! Dr. Barrett is expecting us at 9:00AM and it’s already 8:15AM.”

I laugh at his nervous and energetic state. It’s really adorable. “Henry, we take literally 15 minutes to get to the clinic. We’re going to be on time.”

“I know, I’m just making sure.” He shrugs it off, a grin in his face as he takes his jeans out of the closet.

Mirroring his grin, I pick up my clothes as well. I just can’t get the smile off my face. I’m smiling all the time.

Ten minutes later, I’m almost finished with getting ready when Henry calls me up. “Babeeeeee! We need to go!”

“I’m coming!” I chuckle as I take a glance in the mirror, then looking down at my bump. “God, I can’t wait to see your daddy’s reaction when it’s time for you to be born.”

In less than 30 minutes, we’d be seeing our baby for the very first time. We can’t wait.

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heavenly-roman · 4 years

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Sibling Culture™️

Plot: A series of events in which Roman and Remus enact peak Sibling Culture™️

Warnings: swearing, mild sexual references (aka remus being remus), a lil bit of insecurity and sibling rivalry, sympathetic remus

Pairing(s): creativitwins, mentioned/implied intruality, mentioned/implied roceit

Word Count: 1634

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Taglist: @emo-disaster @shitpost-sides @gattonero17

(ao3 link!!!)

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The incessant knocking on Roman’s door persists, despite Roman calling for whoever it is (Remus, definitely Remus), to come in.

After another forty-five seconds of knocking, of which Roman seriously contemplates jumping out the window, the door swings open. Remus stands there, not making a noise, until Roman groans and looks at him.

His brother is t-posing - Roman genuinely considers closing the door in his face.

“What are you doing?” Roman asks.

“Simple.” Remus responds, keeping his position. “I’m t-posing in your doorway to establish dominance as the better twin.”

“You’re not the better twin.”

Remus makes an offended noise, and Roman watches him carefully. Normally, the younger twin would make some sort of offended or crude gesture. Today, however, he is unmoving. “I am clearly the better twin, as I am currently t-posting and establishing my dominance. Try to keep up, Ro.”

“Is that all you wanted?” Roman sighs.

“Oh, dinner’s ready too,” Remus shrugs and walks away, leaving the door wide open. Bewildered, Roman follows.

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H. Duke (9:31pm): roman

H. Duke (9:32pm): roman!!

H. Duke (9:34pm): romAN

H. Duke (9:34pm): ROMAN

H. Chandler (9:35pm): WHAT DO YOU WANT REMUS

H. Duke (9:37pm): i lost the game >:D

H. Chandler (9:38pm): i will END YOU

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Roman sighs and reluctantly knocks on Remus’ door, calling to him, “Remus, can you help me?”

“Depends,” Remus swings the door open, mischievous smirk gracing his lips. “What do you want, and what can you do for me?”

Holding out his notebook and textbook, Roman explains, “can you check that my answers are right? I can’t be in the musical if I fail math again.”

Remus gives him an expectant look, so he continues, “I’ll do your laundry for a week.”

“A month.”

“Two weeks.”

“Deal,” Remus nods and holds out his hand to shake. Roman shakes it, then hands the books to his brother, who promptly flops down into his desk chair. Roman stands anxiously as Remus compares their homework, hope growing in his stomach when Remus looks up at him with a soft smile and nods.

“They look good, Ro,” he stands, giving the books back to his twin. “You’re getting the hang of it, I’m proud of you.”

“Oh, uh, thank you, Re.”

“Don’t sweat it,” Remus shrugs. “Now get out of my room, I’m playing Minecraft.”

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H. Duke (11:37am): hey beefbrain are u going out for lunch?

H. Chandler (11:38am): yes why?

H. Duke (11:39am): bring me back a cheeseburger

H. Chandler (11:41am): why would I do that??? you literally just called me beefbrain???

H. Duke (11:42am): remember that time I proofread your math homework so you could audition for the wizard of oz?

H. Chandler (11:43am): ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,

H. Chandler (11:43am): extra onion right?

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Roman skips up the stairs, shrugging his backpack off as he opens his bedroom door. Flicking on the light, he holds back a scream as he notices Remus lounging on his bed.

“Ah, Roman King, so nice of you to join me.”

“What are you doing in my room, Remus?” Roman rolls his eyes and closes the door. He crosses his arms over his chest as Remus stands.

“Let me paint you a picture, dear brother,” Remus begins dramatically pacing around the room - it’s times like this Roman can truly see the resemblance. “You see, I entered your room in pursuit of one thing, and one thing only - your white crop top with the skull on it.”

“In the hamper.”

“Thank you. But while looking in your closet, I found something. Any guesses?”

Roman sighs, “Your green army jacket?”

“My green army jacket!” Remus pulls the coat from behind his back and holds it up for the older twin to see. “Anything to say for yourself, thief?”

“Remus, you literally just admitted to coming in here to steal a shirt of mine. I think I’m allowed to borrow a jacket.”

“Nuh uh, I have a right as your younger sibling to steal your clothes.”

“You’re only twenty minutes younger than me?”

“Doesn’t matter, still my birth right.”

“Fine,” Roman slumps down onto his bed. “Take the shirt, and wash it before you give it back?”

“You’re doing my laundry for the next week and a half so i think you’ll be washing it.”

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H. Chandler (10:03am): hey

H. Chandler (10:03am): wizard of oz auditions are today at lunch

H. Duke (10:05am): and? why should I care?

H. Duke (10:06am): wait wait I get it

H. Duke (10:06am): break a leg I guess

H. Chandler (10:11am): not what I was getting at, but thank you

H. Chandler (10:12am): you should audition

H. Chandler (10:12am): I think you’d make a great wizard

H. Duke (10:15am): ur hilarious

H. Duke (10:15am): absolutely not

H. Chandler (10:17am): why not?

H. Duke (10:17am): I have no talent

H. Duke (10:18am): you’re the one mom and dad are super proud of, remember?

H. Chandler (10:21am): Remus, shut up. You’re one of the most talented people I’ve ever met

H. Chandler (10:22am): you’re related to me, afterall

H. Chandler (10:22am): mom and dad are proud of you too, by the way

H. Duke (10:25am): fine

H. Chandler (10:27am): fine????

H. Duke (10:28am): fine, i’ll audition, but only to get you off my back

H. Chandler (10:32am): love you too!!!

H. Duke (10:33am): you’re also buying me lunch

+++

The auditorium door barely closes behind him before Roman is bombarding him with questions.

“How did it go? What did they say? How do you feel? What-”

“Roman.”

“Sorry.

Remus motions for them to walk as he begins speaking, “It went well, I guess. They said I was ‘very promising’, whatever that means.”

“Remus, that’s amazing!” Roman exclaims. He fishes his car keys from his pocket and unlocks the door, sliding into the driver’s seat. “This calls for celebratory milkshakes.”

“We only do that when you get the role, dumbass.”

“But I know that you’re going to!”

“Look, Ro, I-” Remus sighs, turning in the passenger seat to face his brother. “Don’t get my hopes up, okay? The audition… felt good, yeah, but that doesn’t mean anything. I’ve seen you study really hard for tests and feel good about them and then fail, you know? Feeling good does nothing, and I barely prepared for it.”

The silence in the car was thick, both of them sitting in the truth of Remus’ words, before Roman speaks up again.

“Well,” He says, starting the car. “I guess we really do need those shakes.”

+++

H. Chandler (4:46pm): stop talking to patton, he’s my friend not yours

H. Duke (5:07pm): sorry what was that? I was busy getting my dick sucked by patton

H. Chandler (5:08pm): OH MY GOD

H. Chandler (5:08pm): TMI??????????????

H. Duke (5:10pm): kidding kidding

H. Chandler (5:11pm): oh thank god

H. Duke (5:13pm): i was sucking HIS dick

H. Chandler (5:14pm): REMUS WHAT THE FUCK

H. Duke (5:17pm): im kidding again

H. Duke (5:17pm): we’re studying, calm down

H. Chandler (5:18pm): don’t you EVER do that to me again

H. Duke (5:26pm): yeah whatever

H. Duke (5:26pm): i’ll stop hanging out with patton if you stop hanging out with dee

H. Duke (5:27pm): hE’s mY fRiEnD nOt YoUrS

H. Chandler (5:31pm): bold of you to assume dee and I are just friends

H. Chandler (5:32pm): but alright, I concede, as long as you never try to tell me about your real or imaginary sex life again

H. Duke (5:38pm): deal

+++

“They posted the cast list!” Roman jumps up and down in front of his brother. “Should we go check together?”

Remus grimaces, “I think I’m good, you can check it yourself.”

“Remus,” Roman frowns. “A wise man once told me to always receive news first hand, and that’s why he would never check cast lists for me.”

“You already know your news.” Remus picks at the olives in his salad.

“But you don’t know yours!” Roman insists.

“Roman.”

“Remus.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“Check it for me.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“ Please .”

“Fine.” Remus pushes his chair out and stands. “But only to shut you up.”

“And that’s how you win the game, folks.”

Remus rolls his eyes and pushes past Roman who makes an offended noise and follows him. His steps become smaller as he grows closer to the auditorium door where the cast list is posted. Nervously, he asks, “Check it first?”

Roman nods sympathetically and makes his way to the door. “Do you want me to read it out loud?” He asks.

“Please.”

“Scarecrow: Roman King. Tin Man: Dee Lyre. Cowardly Lion: Patton Hart. The Wizard-”

“Wait,” Remus interrupts. “Let me read this one.”

“By all means.”

Remus takes a deep breath and reads the list, “The Wizard: Remus King.”

Roman cheers, and Remus joins in too. They’re practically screaming by the time they reach the cafeteria again, but no one bothers to stop them.

+++

H. Chandler (1:56pm): so, celebratory milkshakes after school?

H. Duke (1:59pm): you know it

H. Duke (2:00pm): oh and bring a mayo jar so I can put my shake in it and freak people out

H. Chandler (2:03pm): absolutely not, plans cancelled

H. Duke (2:04pm): :(

H. Chandler (2:08pm): ugh okay fine plans uncancelled but i'm not bringing a mayo jar

H. Duke (2:09pm): :D

H. Duke (2:09pm): and it’s fine i have my own

H. Chandler (2:11pm): not even gonna ask

H. Chandler (2:14pm): oh and remus?

H. Duke (2:15pm): yeah?

H. Chandler (2:21pm): I lost the game

#creativitwins #tag this as remrom and face my blade #remus sanders #sympathetic remus #roman sanders #implied intruality #implied roceit #are any of u surprised? i couldn't help myself ok #high school au #once again are any of u surprised? u shouldn't be #creativitwins fluff #bennie’s books

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suhfleur · 4 years

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dear, my dear • jaebeom (intro - 1/?)

• pairing: soulmate!jaebeom x reader

• genre: romance, angst, smut

• warnings: cursing, sexual content

• word count: 1.6k

summary: in a world where a touch can lock the doors of the heart, his voice opened the doors to your soul as he filled it with joy.

a/n: i wanted to do something emotional. So here it is.

•••

Maybe it was something about the weather that made your day start different. The sun was shining so bright it almost hurt your eyes, the few clouds in a sky toned in a shade of blue so intense thay it was as if the sun was willing to give a great gift to those who saw it. A happy scenario.

As you looked up at the sky, as soon as you left your home, you could feel re-energized, ready to face another day full of emotional challenges. At least so far you feel you could make it.

The vibration in your phone made your heart beat faster, anxiously waiting for that message to come from the one that didn't come out of your head.

New message from def.

[06:40] def: Good morning, sunshine. Ready to conquer the world today? :)

You grinned, letting out a slight laugh through your lips. How could someone you have never seen in your life have so much power over your feelings?

[06:41] loftv: I'm not really confident that I can conquer the world, but I think I can earn at least a good grade on this accounting test! Have you had your breakfast and your vitamin C? If you still have the flu, I'll hit you.

You met him a little over three months ago, when you accidentally found his Soundcloud page and, oh man, you were so grateful about this day.

At first, you were enchanted by his voice and how he knew how to build his music and convey enough emotion that you could feel it all, as if you were experiencing everything with him. Song after song you could understand everything he was talking about, even in the sexy songs that weren't sexy enough to make you embarrassed, but maybe they were enough to mess you up, but you wouldn't admit it.

With each release of a new song from him, you felt your stomach turn over and over again and someone really needed to tell him how his songs brought peace. So you thought, why not me?

And that's where it all started.

You sent him a private message, just in order to express your feelings about those songs and that's all, it never crossed your mind that he would stop to even see that message, and not only he did see it, he answered too. Your kind words were answered with thrilled words, full of excitement, you had massaged his ego and his heart with your sincere words and he truly felt grateful for that. And when you thought that was all, there is where it comes your friendship.

He would release a song, you would comment something and boom, you two always manage to make a totally random conversation that was out of the main topic. Just like you two knew each other for a long time. It was something funny to see growing.

First, you two started with short messages, most of the time, he texted asking your opinion about a song he was composing or a beat he thought he was doing wrong. Then began the little questions like "can you help me with your opinion on this song? How was your day?", and after that, everything was built in a natural and simple way.

But you two kept your identities a secret, even the real names, which would be a stupid idea for you if you weren't the person who suggested it. Maybe even today you think it's stupid, but your insecurities and fears screamed way louder in your chest than the urge to see him up close.

Everything was built so perfectly, what if you met and your real friendship was not what you two expected? That's what you liked to say, but the truth is that maybe you were nothing like what he expected and that thought was the only thing that made you afraid.

These thoughts about everything that has been going on, kept you out of orbit, always, and while thinking about it you always got to the subway without even realizing it.

The subway station was full, as usual, and you should have gotten used to it, after all you were the one who chose to study at a university on the other side of the city, but still, sometimes you felt pure and intense laziness about having to deal with so many people and about being eventually touched by them also, especially when you could found your soulmate like that.

A touch.

In all your years of life so far, you thought it was silly and theatrical, why should you be predestined for someone you might not even know? It sounded stupid, it is stupid, that's what you always claim. But your friends always described to you that finding your soulmate was overwhelming, not in the sense of oh I just met the person I supposed to spend the rest of my life with, but the most like oh my god my whole body is being raptured because I just touched someone else. Sunny said that when she found her match, her heart nearly popped out of her mouth, the intense need to search for more of that person was fascinating.

All that you heard seemed... too good.

You just wanted to not think about it, not think about the idea of people having expectations about you, about expecting you to be everything they always dreamed of. You just wanted to be you and you alwaus could be you with him.

Always with him.

Taking your cell phone out of your pocket, you open your conversation with def as you hear the sound of his voice bring peace to your soul.

[07:07] loftv: The station is so full that I can barely breathe. What would I be without listening to you? Pure stress. I owe you lots of drinks.

[07:08] def: can I change the drinks for back massage? I’m getting old and sick...

[07:08] def: cof cof...

[07:08] def: :(

You laugh to yourself.

[07:09] loftv: Why are you being so dramatic for? It’s 7 a.m., come on!

[07:09] def: trying to persuade you. wanna see you before dying, lily of the valley.

Lily of the Valley. You always wondered why he called you that. You asked him why, but the answer was always the same: "when we see each other face to face, maybe I'll tell you about it.”

[07:11] loftv: I promise we are going to see each other, ok? Just let this test period pass. I promise. Trust me.

[07:12] def: you listen to my awful unfinished beats, of course I trust you.

[07:13] def: I have to go now. talk to you later, loftv.

You smile to yourself and put your phone away again, watching the crowd and the nothing extraordinary people there, but you found yourself looking at that specific face just a few steps ahead of you.

He was always there on Thursdays, at 7:15am. In a gray and black plaid shirt over a gray tank top, the black hair that had once been in a mullet was now just below his eyes, the once discreet piercing was now replaced by a small silver hoop and he kept writing something on the his phone.

The subway guy was handsome. As fuck.

Whenever you saw him, every Thursday, you would think "wow, whoever has this man as a soulmate will be lucky". You even thought it wouldn't hurt to have him as your soul mate. Honestly. His side profile was a killer point.

Your funny thoughts were interrupted by the arrival of the train, and along with that, the absurd movement of people crowding in front of the door while you were dragged unwillingly.

Today was a day of hell, apparently.

People kept pushing you as you tried to get on the train, until the moment they pushed you onto someone and your whole body broke down.

You felt a specific hand grasp your wrist so you wouldn't fall, and with that tiny touch your body fumed as an electric shock of pure adrenaline ran through your body, from toe to the last strand of hair. You felt breathless, your heart was running over its own beats, and an overwhelming urge to cry rose in your chest, as if he were shouting "oh, I finally found you."

You tried to turn your head to find the owner of that hand, but soon you were already pushed into the train, while your eyes went desperately searching for that someone.

Then the doors closed and the train departed.

Your kepft static for a long time as you tried to assimilate why and you could hear Sunny's words in the back of your head.

The need to search for more.

The trip to your destination was a big and confusing blur. Your heart was still pounding and somehow you were happy.

Your day went by wind, you still could not put your head in place, everything so twisted that you spent the bigger part of the day without talking to def, which rarely happened in all these months.

It was night when you regained some of your brain back, while leaving work.

Sunny felt you out of orbit through class and at work, but decided not to question. She probably knew that only one thing could ruin you like that, and for now, she wouldn't talk about that. So she said she would take you home, even if her home were in the opposite side of yours.

As you directed yourself toward her car, you pulled your phone out of your pocket and saw two messages from def on your phone.

[9:00 pm] def: loftv...

[9:09 pm] def: i just found my soulmate. a few minutes ago.

And while you were sitting in the passenger seat of Sunny's car, you felt your chest burn a little.

He had found someone who wasn't you.

#jaebeom #lim jaebeom #got7 #jaebeom scenarios #jaeobeom imagines #jaebeom smut #got7 scenarios #got7 imagines #got7 smut #got7 fic #dearmydearseries

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ababybiter · 4 years

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jungkook x y/n, besties to besties with benefits, a lot of texting, smut, fluff and college life, oh and lets pretend V wasn’t born in the christmas holidays

part 1/??

[00:19am] jungkook: please help me

{00:19am} jungkook: i don’t know what to get tae for his birthday

{00:23am} jungkook: Y/N!!!!!!!!!!

{00:25am} y/n: jungkook

{00:25am} y/n: his birthday is literally 5 days away

{00:26am} y/n: why are u like this

Truth be told, you weren't that surprised. Your best friend Jungkook was a novice at putting in effort for his friends birthdays and you were wholeheartedly used to that fact. The stress of finding something for your other best friend’s birthday on Friday was stressful enough for you, let alone the inevitable pleas of Jungkook’s text messages on Sunday evening coming through were enough to send you over the edge.

{00:28am} jungkook: TECHNICALLY it’s 6 days away...

You roll your eyes as you lay on your back, snuggled up under your duvet. You glance at your bedroom door, thinking of your roommate and close friend Nina. As Taehyung’s girlfriend, you wondered what sort of gift she bought for him.

{00:29am} y/n: You know I struggled myself! Have you asked Nina?

{00:29am} jungkook: NO she’ll hate me for leaving it so late D:

{00:29am} jungkook: I’ve been at my computer for ages. mY desperation has led me to WISH.COM

{00:30am} y/n: no she won’t but i get you

{00:30am] y/n: get off wish u idiot

{00:30am} y/n: shall we go shopping on wednesday? I’ll help you find something

You rub your eyes, unable to even pretend to think of gift ideas right now. You turn off your bedside lamp, your eyes straining in the dark as you thank the lords for your 1pm lecture tomorrow. It’s then that you remember Jungkook has an early morning class.

{00:35am} jungkook: YOU’RE THE BEST!!!!

{00:36am} y/n: you should be asleep kook

{00:37am} jungkook: i know i’ll get there

{00:37am} jungkook: can’t sleep rn

{00:37am} y/n: why? gift stress?

{00:38am} jungkook: lol, idk just can’t

{00:38am} jungkook:

You?

You roll over in the dark, trying to ignore the weird feeling in your stomach.

{00:39am} y/n: I have a late class tomorrow

{00:39am} y/n: YOU however sir do not

{00:39am} y/n: plus you’ve not been getting enough sleep lately, you need to sort out your pattern or you’ll be grumpy for V’s birthday :)

{00:40am} jungkook: i got it covered, just wanted to sort out a gift plan first

{00:40am} y/n: got it covered?

{00:41am} jungkook: I can make myself tired lol, dw <3

{00:42am} y/n: you gonna knock yourself out? LOOOL :(

{00:43am} jungkook: no y/n

{00:43am} jungkook: 0.o

Oh. Oh.

You clench your thighs together, suddenly in the mood to do that too.

No, what the fuck, no. That would be weird...touching yourself knowing that your best friend was doing the same. It would be weird...right?

Although it was Jeon Jungkook, you can’t deny that you’ve thought about him, accidentally of course, during your alone times. It was a secret you wouldn’t even admit to yourself let alone him or anyone else.

It was clearly just the dry spell talking. Your last boyfriend was well over a year ago and Jungkook was a guy. A hot guy. It’s probably normal to fantasise about him.

Except you didn’t fantasise about Tae, or Yoongi, or any of your other male friends. The thought alone sent a different feeling to your stomach, these were your FRIENDS. Practically your brothers.

So why was Jungkook any different?

{00:47am} jungkook: you still there?

{00:49am} jungkook: don’t pretend like you don’t do it too.

Was this still friendly territory? The full stop in his last text did something to your lower stomach.

Okay, now you’re being weird. You start typing tentatively.

{00:50am} y/n: I mean yeah, who doesn’t?

{00:51am} jungkook: Do you miss sex?

{00:51am} y/n: amongst other things, yes

{00:52am} jungkook: Such as?

Butterflies dance in your stomach as you type your next words, this was brand new territory for you and Jungkook. You wouldn’t even talk about this stuff with Nina...

{00:53am} y/n: I miss being eaten out

Your fingers dance over the screen as you wait for his response. You close and shut the app quickly before reopening it.

{00:53am} jungkook: mhm

That’s it? Your cheeks redden in the darkness of your room as you shuffle your legs under the covers.

{00:54am} y/n: I should sleep, it’s getting pretty late for me now

{00:55am} jungkook: okay, yeah sure

You’re about to lock your phone and throw it to the other side of your bed when it buzzes one more time.

{00:57am} jungkook: But are you tired?

{00:59am} y/n: I...am getting there. Why?

{1:00am} jungkook: we could help each other out?

{1:00am} y/n: how?

Jeez, how are you already wet? The excitement of talking to Jungkook like this was too much, clearly. You were 99% sure he was insinuating what you thought he was. But it had been a long time since you sexted, it also wasn’t something you and your ex had done much throughout the relationship.

{1:02am} jungkook: I like talking to you like this. I want to hear what else you like.

{1:02am} jungkook: let’s make each other tired

{1:02am} y/n: jeon!!!! you wanna sext?

{1:02am} jungkook: you made me horny y/n!

{1:03am} y/n: that was alllllll you jk! horny mf

Jungkook reads your message. The absence of the speech bubble appearing makes you stomach twist. Your phone goes dark waiting for it to appear. As much as you reprimanded him for his boyish behaviour, something in you wanted it to continue. But you probably blew it by being so whiney. Fuck. You didn’t know you wanted to sext Jungkook so bad.

And then.

{jungkook: Attachment 1 image}

You hesitate, before sliding open the chat. He’s laying in bed, the phone angled down at this legs in his black sweat pants. His thighs pressed close together in the tight yet stretchy material, his dick protrudes up from under the trousers, casting a dark shadow over his stomach. You know right there and then that this boy’s nudes would look like art.

{1:08am} jungkook: let’s help each other out

{1:08am} jungkook: this is what thinking about you did to me

{1:09am} jungkook: tell me if you want me to stop

You stare at the messages on your phone, fingers hovering over the keys, your instinct to explode your feelings into capital letters and ask him what’s happening. Because that’s how honest you too are...so I guess it’s normal to be this honest too.

You fling the duvet off and swing your legs out of bed. Your heart hammers in your chest as you kneel in front of the mirror, not really thinking with your brain right now. You pull off the baggy t-shirt that floats around your torso, leaving you in your underwear. You place a hand over your breasts, hiding your nipples in a seductive fashion, before using your other hand to snap a photo, hiding half of your heated face with the phone.

Before you can talk yourself out of it, you press send.

You squeal, throwing your phone face down on bed, hoping you didn’t wake Nina up. The last thing you needed was for her to come bursting in to your room right now.

{1:13am} jungkook: holy shit

{1:13am} jungkook: you’re so hot

{1:13am} jungkook: i’m so hard for you

{1:13am} jungkook: wow

You climb quickly back into bed, his words sending electric waves to your core.

{1:14am} y/n: shall I touch myself?

{1:14am} jungkook: fuk yes

{1:14am} jungkook: i can use this picture right?

{1:14am} y/n: that's why i sent it kook :’)

{1:15am} jungkook: right okay haa good

{1:15am} jungkook

: holy wow

You try not to giggle at his cuteness, when his next message makes you gasp.

{1:16am} jungkook: god i wanna taste you

That was all it took to get your hand to work. More dirty words are exchanged, both of you sweating and misspelling, as you both get yourselves off to each other.

{1:26am} y/n: jungkook i’m gonna cum

{1:27am} jungkook: shit y/n me too

{1:27am} jungkook: fucck

Your orgasm washes over you. Your eyes flutter shut as you imagine Jungkook’s lips on your pussy, his body on top of you, the look on his face as he comes. You wonder if he’s loud in bed. If he’s moaning right now.

{1:30am} y/n: That was so fun.

{1:30am} jungkook: jesus. yes it was

{1:31am} y/n: maybe we can do it in person some time?

{1:37am} jungkook: yeah?

{1:37am} y/n: yeah, i guess i really have missed this stuff

{1:37am} y/n: wanna be friends with benefits?

{1:40am} jungkook: Is that what you want?

{1:40am} y/n: i think it sounds fun, what about you? are you down?

{1:41am} jungkook: mhm yes i’m down :)

Your newly found post orgasm confidence delegated some rules over text to Jungkook, which he easily agreed on. The main one being that should the opportunity arise to be physically imitate with each other, the two of you would be exclusive, and let the other person know if they were interested in being sexual with someone else. To which the arrangement would stop.

And under no circumstances, would it come between your friendship.

The two of you had been best friends for over 2 years now, meeting through Taehyung at college party. You didn’t even think about seeing him face to face after the occurrences of last night and what the ‘vibe’ would be, as Nina might say. In fact, it still hadn’t fully settled in that you had sexted Jungkook last night. As you left your apartment just after 12 to get some lunch before your lecture, it had felt like a hazy hot dream.

{GROUPCHAT: 1 new message}

{12:14am} V: anyone on campus ??? I bought too much food from the cafe. Need to share. Heading to the field if anyone wants to eat with me!

You type with two hands as you walk quickly onto campus.

{12:14am}: y/n: I’m almost at the field!

{12:14am} jungkook: I’m at the field now, just finished my jog

You stare at the message that popped up at the same time as yours. Butterflies fill your stomach again at the thought of seeing Jungkook in the flesh after the filthy wishes that were shared between the two of you less than 12 hours ago.

You look up as you reach the grass. Laying down on the green, propped up on his lower arms is the man is your best friend and new sexting buddy Jeon Jungkook. His fluffy black hair is pushed back with a sweat band that you’re sure belongs to Yoongi. The arms of his long sleeved black sweat shirt is rolled up to his elbows, and your eyes fall to his black jogging bottoms. You’re sure they’re a different pair, but the photo he sent you last night burns in your mind and you feel a familiar warmth down below.

Before you reach him, Taehyung appears, slinging down a grocery bag on the grass to which Jungkook leans forward and peers into, flicking his sweaty hair out of his eyes.

“Hey, Y/N!” Tae lifts a hand. “You know you two were the ones I was expecting to accept free food at the speed of light.”

“Hi guys.” You fall to your knees on the soft grass, dropping your bag beside you.

Jungkook’s eyes flicker over you before he meets your gaze. “Hey.” A shy smile ghosts his lips before he opens a packet of Doritos.

“Do you know if Nina got up in time for work?” Tae asks.

“Yeah, she was gone long before me.” You smile, focusing your attention on V.

“So is she not quitting the barista job then?” Jungkook sits up, shoving crisps into his mouth.

“No, she there’s no where else she can work where they’ll let her do the hours she wants.” V explains.

“Yeah, lucky bitch only has classes two days a week.” You scoff. “I should have taken politics.”

“Except one of those days is Friday.” He sighs, pulling out a sandwich and passing it to you. “Guess I’ll be high and dry on my birthday.”

“She’s not coming to your party Friday night?” Jungkook scrunches up the crisp packet noisily.

“Oh yeah she is, but I won’t see her until then, and if I’m not smashed, Nina will be, so...no birthday fuck for me.” He sighs wistfully. “Not one I’d remember anyway.”

Usually this sort of statement from Tae would breeze over you, but your hands become hot and you notice Jungkook swallow and cough. You wonder if he regrets the arrangement you agreed upon last night. You desperately needed to talk about this in person.

“So, um, why do you have so much food?” You open the packet, shoving the bread into your mouth.

“They were doing some deals at the cafe.” V munches. “Oh, to be a student.”

Suddenly, Jungkook stands.

“I’m gonna go get cleaned up, enjoy your lunch guys.” He pats you on the head as he goes. “See you Wednesday, Y/N.”

You bristle at the friendly gesture, again something you wouldn’t have previously batted an eye at, but given the nature of your current situation it seemed...unnatural.

“What you doing Wednesday?” Taehyung asks through a mouthful of baguette.

“Oh, uh, just...meeting up.” You stammer, your eyes following Jungkook’s legs as they head towards the path.

“Hmm.” Taehyung smirks, drinking from his water bottle. “Just meeting up, huh.”

“What?” You snap your head towards him.

“You can’t fool me, Y/N.”

Oh god, you couldn’t be talking about this with Tae before you’d even had a chance to talk about it with Jungkook. How did he know anyway? Were the two of you really being that awkward?

“How-...what?” You blush.

“It’s something to do with my birthday isn’t it?” He grins.

You desperately try to hide your expression of relief and replace it with playfulness. You force yourself to roll your eyes. “Brat.”

After a day and a half of classes, you’re glad to have your mind preoccupied with no more awkward run ins with Jungkook, since your classes were held on opposite sides of the campus. Wednesday morning rolls around, and you’re surprised that he texts you first.

{10:54am} jungkook: Heeey my favourite creative gift giver

You blink at his confidence, baring in mind the previous conversation of your ‘benefit’s’ were floating above his latest text.

You walk into the kitchen, a smile on your face as you type out a reply.

{10:55am} y/n: You’re lucky you get me to leave the house on my day off :P

“Morning!” Nina beams at you, shoving fruit into her smoothie maker. You smile back at her, wishing you were as put together as she was. It makes sense she had a bunch of guys fawning for her attention before she and V got together. It’s even cuter knowing that she dodged them all to be with our lovely Taehyung.

{10:56am} jungkook: you can’t resist the kook ;)

Your bite on your fingernails, staring bewildered at the boy texting you. It felt like someone else was using Jungkook’s phone, his flirtation over text confusing you to no end, whilst his shy demeanour in person suggested he had a split personality. And still, how this was all wrapped up in your best friend of over 2 years you’ll never be able to believe it.

Still, ignoring your nerves, you were looking forward to seeing him properly. To shake off this high school cyber flirt situation.

“Who’s the guy?” Nina slams her hands down on the counter separating the two of you.

“What?” You jump.

“Who’s the guy that’s got you blushing and smiling at your phone like a love sick puppy?” Nina’s eyes sparkle.

You sigh. Since dating Taehyung, Nina had become more interested in your love life, constantly wanting you on the same level as her. She’d also become much more intuitive, to your dismay.

But this was Nina, and you couldn’t hide anything from her. Plus, you needed her deep and thoughtful opinions.

“Wait, so, you haven’t even SPOKEN about it yet?” Nina looks gobsmacked as she keeps missing her mouth with her smoothie straw.

“No! It happened on Sunday night, and we’ve both had classes.” You glance down at your phone, the latest message from Jungkook on the screen, saying he’ll meet you outside your apartment at 12:30.

“Damn...you and jungkook...who’d have thought.” Nina taps her glass.

“He’s seen my boobs Nina!” You exclaim, shoving a left over banana from Nina’s smoothie making into your mouth.

“I bet he’d love to see that.” Nina makes a square with both her thumbs and forefingers, capturing the erotic display in front of her.

“God, you’re spending too much time with V.” You roll your eyes, chomping loudly.

“And you’re spending too much time with Jungkook!” Nina points. “Close your mouth!”

You pout chewing quietly, as you pick up your phone.

“Shit! Nina, how long have we been sitting here, I have to get ready.”

“Wow!” Nina laughs as you leap away from the counter to your bedroom. “Anyone would think you’re going on a date!”

She ducks, missing the banana skin as it hurls over her head.

Nina’s words get to you. Why did you care what you looked like? It’s not like you’ve never hung out with your best friend before. No. You knew why. It’s because it wasn’t just Nina’s words that got to you.

‘You’re so hot.’

You hadn’t even thought if Jungkook had ever found you attractive or not. It was a low grade compliment that you so guilty enjoyed. You wonder if he found you hot every day, when you ate together, played video games together, when you attended the same parties did he ever look at you in your short skirts and think...

“Hey, Y/N.”

Your weird and wild thoughts are cut short by the man himself. Jungkook approaches you as you lean against the wall of your accommodation building. He stops in front of you, his eyes scanning your previously distracted face. Did he always stand this close?

“Ready to go?”

Together you drive the short journey to the mall. You discuss gift ideas as Jungkook watches the road, whilst you try not to watch his hands.

He parks the car in the underground parking lot and unbuckles his belt quickly. You sigh. Unlike him, YOU can’t go the whole day without talking about IT.

“Jungkook.” You start, your voice dropping an octave.

He freezes like he’s been caught doing something he shouldn’t. “Y/N.”

“Do you still...about the other night, um...” You mentally kick yourself, wishing you’d prepared what you were going to say before you said it. “I had fun...is what I’m trying to say.”

“So did I.” He smiles. “A lot of fun.”

“Good. Me too. Are you still...down?” You meet his gaze, wishing you weren't having this conversation at such a close proximity.

“Yeah.” He catches his lip for a moment in between his teeth and you swear you almost stop breathing. He glances over your face. “Sorry, down to...?”

You smack his arm lightly. “You know...down to get down.” You wiggle your eyebrows before regretting it instantly. “Ahem, down to be friends with benefits.”

He gazes at you, his eyes darkening. “Is that what you want?”

Why does he keep asking that? Of course you want it! You wouldn’t have suggested it otherwise.

“Yeah.” You tell him. “I don’t wanna be one of those crazy uptight people that need to get laid.”

He breathes air out of his nose. “We wouldn’t want that would we?” He smirks, leaning closer to you until his breath is fanning your lips. “I think we know our first order of business.”

“Mhm?” You mumble, trying to still calm your breathing as you stare at his wet lips that he just licked, purposefully. His hand slides around to your back.

Suddenly there’s a click as he undoes your seatbelt.

“Find a birthday present for Taehyung!” He pulls away and opens his car door.

You let out a breath. Jeon Jungkook.

Shopping was taking longer than expected. It was hard to find something that didn’t scream ‘happy birthday, I just bought this from the mall 2 days ago!’. Jungkook wasn’t making it any easier, he was more interested embracing the role of the best friend with benefits.

“Hey, wanna take a look in here?” He throws an arm around you, nudging you towards the lingerie store.

“Jungkook I’m here to help you find a present for Taehyung. Have you forgotten that I’ve already got something to give him?”

“Okay okay, I’m just saying. I’d definitely want to see you in that.” He points to a black lace plunge bodysuit worn by mannequin.

“Mhm, yeah?” You lower your voice, drawing his attention back to you. “Well, you said first order of business was to find a birthday present for Tae, so that’s what we’re doing right now.”

He smirks down at you. “Fine. What do you suggest?”

“I have an idea.” You tug on his hand a few stores down. “You should get him a whole new outfit. He’s always telling you how much he loves your style!”

“Yeah, that would be cool.” He smiles. “See, this is why I needed your help! You’re good with this stuff!”

“Come on!”

Excitedly, the two of you begin picking out clothes you both like and that you think V will love. Eventually you come up with a handful of shirts, trousers, jackets and shoes.

“Okay, now we gotta put them into outfits and choose which one we like the best.” Jungkook dumps the clothes on a seating area, the mall is quiet today. Most people are at work or college on a weekday, leaving the seating areas open to have clothes dumped upon.

“Kook, you can’t choose like this. You need to try them on. You guys are like the same size.”

“Ah, really?” He groans. “I’m too hungry for this.”

“We’ll get food after this.” You pick up the clothes and shove them into his chest. “Go.” You nod to the changing rooms.

He carries the items to the changing rooms, you follow along behind, letting your hand feel the mens clothes hung up on the racks as you pass.

“Hey, uh, got a few items here.” Jungkook shrugs to the college aged boy behind the changing room desk.

The guy barely looks up from his phone as he nods Jungkook down the hallway to the changing rooms. You stay behind, pulling out your phone.

{13:23pm} nina bean!: Hey?! How’s it going ;) x

{13:35pm} y/n: Fine lol, I don’t know what you think is happening at the MALL x

You wait for her reply, your eyes falling to the ground by the desk, where a crumpled up t-shirt lies. You stoop forward to pick it up, and it’s only your favourite choice out of all the options. There’s no way he’s not trying this one on. The man behind the counter pays no attention as you start down the hallway, the t-shirt in your grasp.

“Jungkook.” You whisper.

Finally, he answers you from the end of the corridor. “Yeah?”

You pull open the curtain and gasp.

“Jesus, Y/N!” Jungkook scrambles to pull any pair of trousers over his bare legs as he stands in his boxers.

“You said yeah!” You step inside the changing cubicle with him, for a reason you can’t think of, closing the curtain behind you from the inside.

“Yeah doesn’t mean ‘whip open the curtain for anyone to see!’” He sits down on the small bench.

“Oh chill out, there’s literally no one here today.” You hold up the shirt, standing in front of him. “You dropped this.”

He takes the shirt, opening it up to inspect it with large curiosity. His cheeks crimson. You chuckle quietly. “You know, you’ll have to get used to me seeing you naked right?”

His eyebrows flick upwards as he hides a shy smile. “Right.”

It seems awkward Jungkook has returned. Unbeknownst to you, the idea of being intimate with you already sent his heart rate through the roof. Realising the idea goes beyond hypothetical advances and flirtatious jokes was enough give Jungkook a heart attack.

It was only then that the thought occurred to you, maybe you had wanted this kind of relationship with him for a long time, and maybe he had too.

As you ponder this revelation, your eyes drop to a new piece of art on his shoulder.

“Hey.” Your fingers reach out before you can stop them, brushing the inked skin. “You got a new tattoo?”

He shivers under your touch, staring up at you, as if he doesn’t know what you’ll do next. His fingers reach out, before he can stop them, and pull you closer by your jean belt hoop. “Like it?”

“Love it.” You whisper, drawing around the outline with your nail. He hisses.

You clear your throat and back off. “I’ll be outside when you’re done.”

Jungkook stands up, keeping the close proximity as he backs you into the wall of the cubicle. “Promise me something, Y/N.” He murmurs, tracing your jawline with his finger.

“What, kook?”

“I’ll always have you. No matter what.”

“Of course cringe ball.” You whisper.

He smiles then, relieving some of the tension in the air. His smile is infectious, you giggle back at him. When he looks at your lips, his smile fades, and your heart pounds in your ears. You can hear his shaky breath as he leans in, so slowly that it’s almost unnoticeable. Painfully slow. He stops, a hair away from your lips as they part.

“Kook-” You murmur.

At the sound of his nickname he wastes no more time. Bringing his lips to yours eagerly, one hand caressing your jaw whilst other rests above your hip. The kiss is passionate, his thigh pokes in between yours in an attempt to get as close to you as possible. You grant access to his tongue as it shyly asks for permission against your teeth. The feeling of your tongue against his seems to spur him on. He whimpers into your mouth, pressing his crotch against yours. You catch your breath as his mouth leaves yours, only to trail kisses along your jaw and down your neck. “Kook...” You moan softly as he moves your top strap and sucks on your collarbone.

“Mmm?” He moves back to your mouth, kissing you deeply.

“We have to...choose...an outfit...” You breath in between kisses.

“Mmm, I know.” He pulls away from your lips, touching them with his finger. Then he steps back and grabs an outfit, including the t-shirt you chose. “I’ve chosen.”

“Did you try them on?”

“All except this.” He pulls the shirt over his head and looks in the mirror. “It’s fine. It’ll fit.” He pulls it back off and smirks when he catches you staring. He leans forward and kisses you on the nose. “Let’s go eat.”

You pick up the discarded clothes to return and he starts to help you. ��That was hot.” He throws a smile in your direction.

“Don’t tell me you’ve got a kink for public places I didn’t know about?” You raise an eyebrow.

“I guess you’ll find out all about my kinks.” He winks, pulling open the curtain.

As you both leave the store with outfit for Taehyung, you check your phone.

{13:40pm} nina bean!: You tell me ;) x

Something tells you, you will.

After a full day of classes on Thursday, you and Nina meet and walk home together. She’s completely invested in your friendly sexual adventures, but decides to broach a different type of question.

“Did you always know you wanted Jungkook?”

“I didn’t always want him.” You correct her. “I always knew he was cute...well, more than cute, but who didn't? He’s been a great friend to me since we met...we’re just helping each other out.”

“Y/N, you just made out with your best friend, who was TOPLESS, let’s not forget. IN A CHANGING ROOM STALL. You’re telling me there was no spark? No passion? No...”

“I didn’t say that.” You hide a smirk as Nina squeals beside you, tugging your arm.

“Oh yes! I can’t wait till you start dating. I can FINALLY double date with my bestie. There’s so many couples date ideas I want to try out with the four of us-”

“Who said I want to be in a couple?!” You gesture wildly.

“Well what DO you say, Y/N? You just admitted that there was a spark.”

“There can be a spark in my situation.” You protest. “It passionate because it’s fun. I think he’s hot, he thinks I’m hot. We’re already comfortable with each other. It’s the perfect match.”

“Perfect match.” Nina pokes you.

“Nina! Are you not familiar with the term ‘FRIENDS with benefits’?”

“Yes, I am familiar.” Nina snaps. “Very familiar, actually.”

“Oh?” You raise an eyebrow. It was a rare occurrence that you found something out about Nina that you didn’t already know.

“Oh, indeed.” She nods. “It was a disaster. I fell for him stupidly fast, and then he told me he was getting back with his ex and that was that. He’d been thinking of HER the entire time. Point is, it’s better to stick to the generic way of dating in this day and age, so you KNOW where his head is at. Trust me.”

“Yeah well, Jungkook is my best friend, he’s not thinking of anyone.” You tell her.

“I know!” She nods. “Sorry. I don’t want to worry you. I just want you to be happy, like I am.”

“I am perfectly happy with my current relationship with Jungkook.” You reassure her.

She smiles, her eyes lighting up once the two of you reach your accommodation. “V!” She exclaims.

“Hey!” V holds a small bunch of flowers as he wraps his arms around his girlfriend.

“What’s this? I thought I wasn’t seeing you until your party.” Nina blinks up at him.

“Yeah, about that. I wanted an afternoon with my girl before we get shit faced drunk with our friends. I’m taking you out to dinner.”

“V, you’re so cute!” Nina gasps. “I’m suppose to be spoiling you this week!”

“Hey, Y/N!” V ruffles your hair. “Mind if I steal your roommate?”

“Not at all.” You laugh.

“Oh, V, I’m not exactly ready for a dinner date.” Nina cups her own cheeks self consciously.

“You’re gorgeous.” He taps her nose. “Don’t be silly.”

Nina turns to you with the flowers in her grasp. “Can you put these in some water for me?”

“Sure.” You smile.

You watch them skip away, thoughts swirling. You couldn’t imagine Jungkook making a gesture like that. To another girl, yes, but to you?

Who knows what you wanted anymore.

After dropping your bag on your bedroom floor, you decide to take a long hot shower. You step out to see a flash on your phone. 4 memes from Jungkook.

{16:44} y/n: thanks for the meme spam :’)

{16:45} jungkook: I should probably stop sitting in my towel scrolling through memes and get dressed lol I'm so relatable

{16:45} y/n: LMAO I’M DOING THE SAME THING RN

{16:45} jungkook: proof

Here comes that excitement in your stomach again, who cares if you weren’t in a proper relationship? Who cares if Jungkook’s feelings weren’t as intense as yours? Your relationship now was exhilarating.

You let the towel drop from your body and glance at the mirror, your figure blurry with steam from the glass, but there’s enough to see what he wants to see, whilst leaving more to the imagination.

Snap.

You send the photo and put on a pair of shorts and t-shirt, climbing into bed. The exhaustion of a day full of absorbing information comes crashing down.

{16:48} jungkook: fuck that’s sexy

{16:48} jungkook: wanna see me?

{16:48} y/n: yes please

{jungkook: Attachment 1 image}

You were right. This boy knows how to take nudes. He holds his dick in one hand, the camera settled into selfie mode to show his v line and tense stomach. You gasp quietly at how big he is. He sits on the side of the bath, his towel discarded beside him.

You move your panties aside and start rubbing in slow circles at the sight of him.

{16:50} y/n: i’m touching myself

{16:50} y/n: wow you’re so hard already

{16:50} jungkook: that’s what you do to me baby

{16:51} y/n: i want to send you something else

{16:51} jungkook: ?

You video yourself, sliding your finger up and down your clit, drawing the slick up to your stomach. You send it to him, giddy as a school girl.

{16:52} jungkook: fuck

{16:52} jungkook: stop y/n

You feel your face heat up at his request. Was it too much? You look down at your pussy self consciously.

{16:53} jungkook: Can I come over?

You say yes.

Jungkook’s accommodation is a ten to fifteen walk away. You change into a thin vest top and sexier gym shorts despite the cold weather. You stand in front of the mirror, overthinking as per usual. Was it too try hard? He’s seen you in what you normally wear to chill and snack in after a day of classes, this was clearly for him.

But you kind of liked that.

hi!!!! this is my first time writing in about 5 years o.O thanks for reading!!! i’m weak for best friend jungkook imagines so I thought i’d try and make one. LEMME KNOW IF YOU WANT A PART 2.

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Pinch Hitter

Written for @codesecretsanta 2020!!

Hey, @nemesisadraste!! It’s me, your secret santa!! I heard you wanted a slice of samodd so I was ofc 100000% down to clown. Hope you enjoy!!!! It’s a little group chat heavy and I apologise, but there’s some actual prose around the halfway point haha

Can also be read here on AO3!: https://archiveofourown.org/works/28323549

ngl I would actually recommend reading it on ao3 because of formatting hahaha but anyway enjoy!!

Pinch Hitter

DIRECT MESSAGE: Odd Della Robbia

(11:43PM) Odd Della Robbia: SAMMMMMM

(11:45PM) Sam Suarez: yyyyea?

(11:45PM) Odd Della Robbia: XANA ATTACK. NUCLEAR SHIT. COVER FOR US PLSSSS SHOULDNT BE TOO LONG 🙀🙀🙀🙀🙀🙀🙀🙀🙀

(11:46PM) Sam Suarez: sure thing sure thing go save the world n shit 👍👍

(11:46PM) Sam Suarez: was only going to stay up late rewatching good omens anyway

(11:47PM) Odd Della Robbia: hero. incredible woman. love of my life

(11:47PM) Odd Della Robbia: and say hi to you know who for meeeee 😻

(11:48PM) Sam Suarez: crowley is a fictional character odd, he cant hear you

(11:48PM) Odd Della Robbia: but he's so sexy and strong 😻😻😻

(11:48PM) Odd Della Robbia: not as sexy and strong as you, ofc ofc

(11:49PM) Sam Suarez: jesus odd go save the world already and leave me alone

(11:49PM) Odd Della Robbia: SO COLDDDD 🙀🙀🙀

(11:49PM) Odd Della Robbia: still love you tho

(11:49PM) Sam Suarez: still love you too ok NOW GO

…

DIRECT MESSAGE: Jeremie Belpois

(1:24AM) Jeremie Belpois: Samantha?

(1:27AM) Sam Suarez: sup belpois

(1:27AM) Jeremie Belpois: Motion sensor went off. Pretty sure Jim is out and about. Try to buy us some time?

(1:28AM) Sam Suarez: shit alright. i'll see what i can do. b-team already know???

(1:29AM) Jeremie Belpois: They do. The four of you work something out, please? Thanks.

(1:30AM) Sam Suarez: ofc. hey btw hows odd doing??? ok???

(1:30AM) Jeremie Belpois: 80 life points and going strong, Sam.

(1:30AM) Sam Suarez: sweet 👍👍

…

GROUP CHAT: Lyoko B-Team REPRESENT

(1:31AM) Sam Suarez: what's our plan then home slices!!!!!!! 💪😤

(1:32AM) William Dunbar: Still don't know why I'm considered a b teamer but okay 😒

(1:32AM) Sam Suarez: don’t fucking complain william at least you get to be in the main group chat, 🙄🙄

(1:32AM) Elisabeth “Sissi” Delmas: ^^^^^^

(1:33AM) Laura Gauthier: Try getting added, then removed, and still being on the waitlist to rejoin

(1:33AM) Sam Suarez: ouch lol

(1:33AM) Laura Gauthier: ANYWAY, we need a plan of action. Jim’s doing the rounds. Any thoughts?

(1:33AM) William Dunbar: I’ll go stuff Jeremie’s duvet 🙋♂️ Laura you go to Aelita’s, Sam come up with some sort of distraction 👉

(1:33AM) Sam Suarez: hold on WHY DO I GET STUCK WITH THE HARD JOB?? 😠😠

(1:34AM) William Dunbar: to prove yourself, young one. how else do you plan on getting into the lyoko warriors group chat?? 🤷♂️

(1:34AM) Sam Suarez: SHIT U RIGHT… 👀

(1:34AM) Sam Suarez: its my chance… to shine

(1:34AM) Elisabeth “Sissi” Delmas: Why does everyone forget im fucking here?? Give me something to do????? 🙋😤🤦♀️

(1:35AM) William Dunbar: nobody forgot you sissi, shit 🙄 take odd and ulrichs room, if u think u can wrangle kiwi 🥝

(1:35AM) Sam Suarez: i would like it on the record that i did in fact forget about sissi 🙋🙋

(1:35AM) Elisabeth “Sissi” Delmas: FUCK NO. THAT DOG DOES NOT RESPECT ME 😤😤😤😤😤

(1:35AM) Elisabeth “Sissi” Delmas: Also RUDE..

(1:35AM) Sam Suarez: priorities babe or the fucking world ends. your call tho!!!!!! ✌️🤪

(1:36AM) Elisabeth “Sissi” Delmas: ………………. F I N E 🤦♀️

…

GROUP CHAT: Lyoko B-Team REPRESENT

(1:59AM) William Dunbar: @Sam Suarez What did you tell Jim?????? He’s 100% doing head counts now you dumb fuck 🤦♂️

(1:59AM) Sam Suarez: don’t take that tone with me dickbar, he’s looking for a sick GIRL. if you stuffed the fucking duvets properly we won’t have a problem, he’ll only be peeking into rooms anyway 😠😠

(2:00AM) Laura Gauthier: And what do you suppose happens when he finds NOBODY and comes to the conclusion that you lied to him? You have to think these things through, Sam, Jeremie’s not planning on doing any return trips if he can help it.

(2:00AM) Sam Suarez: yall are jerks, YOU put me up to the task of cooking up an excuse, don’t complain that it was shit!!!! geez!!!!

(2:00AM) Elisabeth “Sissi” Delmas: God you’re all useless. I can fake-cry, I took a drama workshop over summer. I’ll take the hit but you OWE ME. 😤

(2:01AM) Sam Suarez: there are no favours in this sissi, we took an oath. we are heroes of justice now and you don’t get compensation for saving the world, its superhero 101

(2:01AM) Elisabeth “Sissi” Delmas: Shut up Sam, you’re buying me dinner tomorrow. Take me somewhere nice 💅🙆😘

(2:01AM) Sam Suarez: but i don’t date girls who only save the world to reap the benefits, this simply won’t work out 😔😔

(2:01AM) William Dunbar: Take your flirting to private message, I don't want to be implicated in this sordid affair if Odd finds out

(2:01AM) Sam Suarez: ahahahahahahaahahahaha we got a funny man over here

(2:02AM) William Dunbar: Lololol

(2:02AM) Laura Gauthier: SHUT UP ALL OF YOU.

(2:02AM) Laura Gauthier: I can hear Jim coming, play it cool

(2:02AM) William Dunbar: Hahahaaha good luck 😂😂

(2:07AM) William Dunbar: You all alive……………..? 👀

(2:07AM) Sam Suarez: we sure are, listen to this

(2:07AM) Sam Suarez: sissi fake cried, told Jim she was having the worst cramps of her life and started listing off the side effects of the birth control she’s on. It was the greatest thing ive ever heard and im absolutely buying her dinner tomorrow, and yes it will be candle-lit 🍽️🍷💍

(2:07AM) William Dunbar: Holy shit. 👀 My deepest respect. 🙏 I will put in a good word with Master Belpois Himself, she deserves a seat at the grown ups table for this 🤷♂️

(2:07AM) Sam Suarez: no doubt no doubt

(2:08AM) Laura Gauthier: That was a close one. Sissi’s methods are unorthodox but hey, it worked. Next time find an excuse that doesn’t create more work for us, all right, Sam?

(2:08AM) Sam Suarez: shit you’re ungrateful as fuck. Damn . 🙄🙄

(2:08AM) Laura Gauthier: I’M JUST SAYING

(2:08AM) William Dunbar: Come on, lets not fight, I’m too tired for this shit 😴

(2:09AM) Sam Suarez: so go to bed, dumbass

…

DIRECT MESSAGE: Odd Della Robbia

(2:59AM) Odd Della Robbia: guess who just got DEVIRTUALISED!!!! 😹😹🔫🔫

(3:02AM) Sam Suarez: oh no, poor baby, you were doing so well

(3:03AM) Odd Della Robbia: right????? fucking megatanks, im telling you, they suck so much 😿

(3:03AM) Sam Suarez: well, if you’re out of points now, come by my room and we can play animal crossing together

(3:04AM) Odd Della Robbia: would that i could, sam, would that i could

(3:04AM) Odd Della Robbia: but theres a fucking building contractor lurking somewhere in the factory, xana-possessed, trying to take me the fuck OUT 🙀🙀🙀

(3:04AM) Sam Suarez: just tell him you’re not interested????? Its what i told sissi earlier

(3:05AM) Odd Della Robbia: ahahahahahahahaha

(3:05AM) Odd Della Robbia: first of all, WOW WE GOT A FUNNYMAN OVER HERE

(3:05AM) Sam Suarez: lololol

(3:05AM) Odd Della Robbia: second of all, i demand to hear that story as soon as i get back. Nobody turns sissi down and gets away with it 👀

(3:06AM) Sam Suarez: well, i cant help it

(3:06AM) Sam Suarez: my heart… belongs to another… a mr odd della robbia… im in the throes… of love… 💓💓

(3:06AM) Odd Della Robbia: OH!!! SAM!!!!!!! 😻😻😻💓💓💓

(3:06AM) Odd Della Robbia: luv u. So much

(3:06AM) Sam Suarez: same same lololol

(3:07AM) Odd Della Robbia: when i get back we ca

(3:07AM) Sam Suarez: ????

(3:07AM) Sam Suarez: odd????

(3:07AM) Sam Suarez: come in, funny man????

message failed

(3:08AM) Sam Suarez: odd if you die i will be so mad

message failed

…

DIRECT MESSAGE: Ulrich Stern

(3:10AM) Ulrich Stern: Hey Sam, it’s Ulrich

(3:10AM) Ulrich Stern: Einstein has another favour to ask

(3:11AM) Sam Suarez: first of all you dont have to tell me its you, the app TELLS me whos messaging me, this isnt a text

(3:11AM) Sam Suarez: second, tell me my boyfriend isn’t getting fucking murdered by a building contractor 😠😠

(3:11AM) Ulrich Stern: Huh???

(3:11AM) Ulrich Stern: Oh yeah. He’s holding his own but there’s not much time. You need to go keep watch outside Jeremie’s door while Laura transfers some files. If we get busted and she can’t complete the file transfer… well. The world does actually depend on it, so. Yeah

(3:11AM) Sam Suarez: isnt william the better option anyway?? Isnt he only like 3 doors down from you 🙄

(3:12AM) Ulrich Stern: He’s not answering. Probably asleep already, he’s a dumbass. Please, you’re our only option, Sissi isn’t answering either

(3:12AM) Sam Suarez: oh theres a GREAT story behind that but i’ll let her tell it tomorrow

(3:13AM) Sam Suarez: and fine, but seriously is odd okay?? If this dude is more than 5’5 he’ll have a problem taking him down, you know how scrawny he is

(3:13AM) Ulrich Stern: He’s tougher than you think, Sam. Trust me on that one.

(3:14AM) Ulrich Stern: (Also I am about to go save him from getting his ass beat)

(3:14AM) Sam Suarez: all right all right

(3:15AM) Sam Suarez: but hey stern, when this has all blown over, we’re having a serious talk about promoting me to the big leagues

(3:16AM) Ulrich Stern: ...Big leagues?

(3:16AM) Sam Suarez: im talking main group chat, my guy. MAIN. GROUP CHAT. 👏👏

…

DIRECT MESSAGE: Odd Della Robbia

(3:30AM) Odd Della Robbia: im coming mi amore… i beat up a fully grown man with my bare fists… pushed him down some stairs… it was amazing 😼💯

(3:31AM) Sam Suarez: please say you didnt break any bones, belpois isnt planning on reversing time right???

(3:31AM) Sam Suarez: like even if was going to kill u he was only possessed by xana

(3:32AM) Odd Della Robbia: heh i broke nothing!! Im a hero of justice after all 💪😼

(3:32AM) Odd Della Robbia: ulrich may have given him some bruises tho 😹

(3:32AM) Sam Suarez: ehh i’ll take that over this guy waking up with fucked up limbs and shit

(3:32AM) Odd Della Robbia: no doubt no doubt

(3:33AM) Odd Della Robbia: …

(3:33AM) Odd Della Robbia: anyway, night sam 💞

(3:33AM) Sam Suarez: oh, ok 🙄

(3:33AM) Sam Suarez: night, stupid. love you ❤️

…

Despite his parting message, Odd shows up anyway.

He slinks into her dorm room as it draws to 4:00AM, half-heartedly kicking off his shoes at the door and closing it with a softness that’s surprising given how exhausted he looks; almost as though it is second nature at this point to keep quiet, avoid drawing more attention. Her boyfriend is a professional, after all, when it comes to saving the world on the down-low.

Samantha watches Odd from her desk, where she is sat up browsing Twitter and waiting for the inevitable ‘we need you to do something else before the night is through’ messages from Jeremie. She’s been listening to the same Jay Som song on loop for over an hour now, and it leaks quietly from her laptop speakers, a strange extra layer of ambiance to the puzzle that is the hour before birdsong begins. A Baymax-patterned blanket is thrown around her shoulders for warmth, and there’s an empty can of energy drink within arms reach.

“Wrong room,” she says in a low voice, expecting him to jump anyway; he doesn’t. Instead he squints at her in the dim light, leaning back against the door with a weary sigh. “Didn’t think you were coming.”

“Wasn’t, but… here I am.”

He doesn’t really elaborate further than that.

“Ulrich know you came this way?”

“He stayed behind to talk things over with Jeremie. The overbike got fucked up in Lyoko and they’re gonna upgrade it or something. Jer-bear needed to know the specifics about his experience driving it so they can do some fine-tuning, I think. Y’know, so he doesn’t drift too far and plunge into the digital sea. Shit can get real bad, real fast.”

“I’ll bet. So, you triumphed over evil tonight?” she guesses, shutting her laptop lid and rising to her feet. Her blanket trails behind her as she does. “XANA can’t attempt to destroy the world for another 24 hours?”

“You know it,” he says, yawning. “And now, it’s bedtime.”

Thank fuck they don’t have classes tomorrow. She’ll happily lie in til noon with Odd, catching up on these lost hours.

Sam steps over her skateboard and some laundry she kicked aside earlier, a little embarrassed that her floor is so messy, but she knows Odd is too tired to even comprehend the state of her room right now. As it is, he’s swaying a little while standing, stifling a yawn against his hand - it’s only a matter of time til he crashes.

“All right, guess you’re here to stay. Hop in.”

“Did you know? You’re a goddess. An angel. A truly spectacular woman among women,” he mumbles.

“Flattery won’t give me back the hours of sleep I lost sending Jim on that wild goose chase earlier,” Sam muses, wiggling under her covers, still bundled up in the blanket like a crepe. She doesn’t know the full story, nor does she imagine she’ll get it until tomorrow when the group meet up for lunch - something about XANA threatening to blow up a reactor on some nearby building site, creating some devastating damage to the local area - but at this point she’s too tired to listen and Odd is too tired to explain.

Odd flops down on the bed beside her.

“Thank you for helping us out,” he sighs, too tired to even look at her. His limbs are all floppy. If she nudged him off the edge of the bed now, he’d probably just fold up like a pair of pants and stay there til morning. “What did you do, exactly?”

“Told him I heard someone crying in the bathroom and thought maybe someone was unwell,” she says with a shrug. “Jim checked the girls bathroom and did room checks, which gave me, William and Laura some time to sneak into your respective rooms and act as extra head counts. Just being under the covers was enough, I don’t think he was doing anything more than cursory peeking into rooms with a tiny flashlight. Wasn’t the most innovative red herring to give him, but it did the trick.”

“If it keeps them off our backs, the creativity isn’t worth factoring in,” Odd murmurs, tugging off his jeans and chucking them at the wall opposite. The impact scuffs the wall slightly, but Sam doesn’t care. Delmas doesn’t give them shit about damages to the room unless it makes the room completely uninhabitable anyway, which is why there’s a literal hole in her wall through to the room next door that she’s had to artfully cover with a Front Bottoms poster.

“Anyway, Sissi distracted him. I’ll let her tell the story herself, it was fucking hilarious. Then Ulrich messaged to say he needed me to keep watch while Laura sent over some files from the computer in Jeremie’s room to the supercomputer, which - I mean, in this day and age, why the fuck doesn’t he keep everything on the cloud anyway? So I was stuck doing that, because apparently, William had already fallen asleep again, the fucking lug. Can you believe that? You’d think, being your Lyoko pinch hitter and all, he’d be better at staying awake.”

“Oh, I can believe it,” Odd drawls, tugging off his shirt and balling it up, sending it to land atop his crumpled jeans with a flourish. He rubs his eyes and peers around. “Got that old shirt for me to sleep in?”

Rolling her eyes fondly, Sam reluctantly peels back the bedsheets once more and pads over to her wardrobe, pulling it open and sifting through until she finds what she’s looking for; an old Hootie & The Blowfish T-shirt, handed down to her by one of her older brothers. It always hangs right off of her, so on Odd’s scrawny frame, it’s basically an Ebenezer Scrooge nightgown.

“Here.” She tosses it over to him and he wriggles into it happily. “You might as well keep it, these days you wear it more than me.”

“If I walked around in a band shirt that hangs off me like a smock I’d never hear the end of it from Ulrich,” he says with a laugh, flopping back against the covers and sighing deeply. “He makes fun of my little chicken legs enough as it is.”

“Well, I love your little chicken legs, so he can keep his opinions to himself.”

She slides into bed beside him and he’s cold to touch; the freezing factory, coupled with walking back in the chilly night air, must have really done a number on him. He snuggles against her happily, mumbling, “Can I warm my feet on you?”

“Will you respect my wishes if I say no?” she retorts. He grins as she sends him a knowing look, before placing his feet, two tiny, stinky blocks of ice, against her shins. They both pull the covers up over their noses, staring at the ceiling in dazed silence for a few moments, before she adds, “He won’t miss you when you get back?”

“Not likely, I don’t fucking spoon him to sleep, Sam,” he snorts. “He’ll be too tired to care where the fuck I’ve snuck off to, and he can handle anything Kiwi throws his way, so it’s fine. I’m sure he’s capable of connecting the dots.”

“Fine, shithead, I’ll drop it.”

She continues to stare up at the ceiling, but she can feel his keen gaze on her, and rolls over to face him. He watches her carefully.

“Are you mad at me?”

“What? No.”

“Even though it’s nearly four in the morning and you spent the whole night covering for us?”

“It’s what happens when you agree to saving the world, isn’t it?” she points out. Sam’s eyes adjust to the darkness, and she notices for the first time that there’s the beginnings of bruises around his neck. She reaches up to trace them with her fingers, and he instinctively wriggles away. Her breath catches in her throat. “…XANA did this to you?”

“Actually, it was a building contractor,” he corrects. “He started to choke me, but then Ulrich got him in a headlock and next thing you know… we pushed him down some stairs.”

“It must have been scary,” she mutters. At that, his face melts into a smile, and he prods at her face.

“You’re so serious! Sam, trust me, this happens all the time. I’m indestructible, so it’s fine.”

“How else am I supposed to react, huh? My boyfriend comes home with strangulation marks on his neck and you want me to be all cavalier about it…”

“Because I’m used to it.” Odd pauses. “Well, not strangulation in particular, but getting hurt on the job is kinda everyday stuff.”

Sam scowls. “You're not supposed to pretend like this is normal, Odd.”

“What, you want me to cry and be vulnerable on you?”

“No.”

“You do.”

“Okay, fine, I do! What about it?!” She fixes him with a stern look. “You have to be careful! What’s the point in me staying awake and making distractions and shit if you’re just going to fucking die at the end of it, huh?”

“I’m not going to die.” He cups her face in his hands and fixes her with his own stern look. “Look. I know you haven’t been doing this long, but this happens, okay? Not always, but it does. I mean, you remember the kind of fights you used to pick with me when I would come over with these bruises without telling you why.”

She thinks back to the months leading up to him finally telling her the truth. How scared and hurt she felt, seeing him with these cuts and scrapes, bruises, occasionally even a sprain. She’d gone through all the possibilities in her head - bullying, hate crimes, mugging even. Still, he refused to budge, until one day he just… stopped pretending it was all some big coincidence.

“It was scarier not knowing,” she decides. “At least this way I know what you’re up against, but… I don’t know.”

He leans forward and kisses her on the nose. “I promise you I’m fine. But look, part of being a Lyoko pinch hitter is knowing things get hairy sometimes. I’m gonna get hurt from time to time but if I don’t, the whole world explodes. Or, okay, maybe not literally , most of the time, but I’m like, a drop in the bucket.”

“Well, you’re a drop in the bucket who matters to me,” she reinforces. Staring into his eyes, she can feel her body relax slightly. “Look, I’ll drop it. I’m just glad you’re okay.”

“Good. Now, can we please sleep? I am so tired, I’m starting to forget who I am. You’re about to encounter Grinch Odd, and he’s no fun whatsoever.”

“Oh, is he the one who said my face looked like a beet that one time?” she wonders, raising her eyebrows at him. He groans and pushes her away, covering his face with his hands.

“How many times do I have to tell you XANA fucked with my speech?” he grumbles. “Completely scrambled my words. I was going for beautiful.”

“Sure, sure. When in doubt, blame it on XANA?”

“I mean it! I would never call you a beet! A potato, maybe…”

She shoves him and he both winces and laughs. “Oof, that guy did a number on me.”

“Yeah, well, I’ll beat him up for you then.”

“You’re going to beat up XANA?”

“Sure, how hard could it be? I’ll just like, reach into the supercomputer with my full fist-”

They both burst out laughing and fall back against the pillows.

Once it trickles out, she blinks sleepily at the ceiling.

“I never really thought about how long you guys have been going without us, though.”

Odd quirks an eyebrow. “What do you mean?”

“Us. The B-Team, the Pinch Hitters. The Lyoko Warriors’ freaking PR Team! Without someone pulling the strings you must have run into all sorts of trouble, right?”

“Oh, yeah,” Odd laughs. “We used to have the authorities trying to invade the factory. Almost got expelled by Delmas. I almost got sent to a psych ward before, that was fun.”

“Jesus, Odd. Why did it take you so long to introduce other people to the fray?”

He shrugs. “No clue, really. One day we just kinda realised… sometimes it’s better to have people around. No man is an island. That can apply to groups too, I guess.”

“And why would you trust me?” Sam presses on, arms folded over her chest. “Sure, I’m your girlfriend, but I’ve hurt you before. I mean really fucked you over. That whole thing with William…”

“You had no way of knowing,” he says firmly. “It was stupid and immature, sure, but how could you have known?”

She shrugs. “I’ve just been thinking about it, I guess.”

They both lapse into silence, but beneath the covers, Odd reaches for her hand.

“I trust you because I trust you,” he says eventually. “And because if we need some big Lyoko Warriors PR Team, I’d want you at the helm. Who else is going to keep William from swaggering off the side of the planet? He can be kinda self-absorbed.”

“Sissi,” Sam deadpans.

“And who else is going to keep Sissi from turning every XANA distraction into a fucking performative art piece?”

“...Okay, fair.”

“By the way, you still taking her out to dinner tomorrow?”

“Apparently. You should tag along as my date.”

He laughs. “No way, I’m no third wheel.”

Sam leans forward and kisses him gently, before muttering, “By the way, I told Ulrich to get me in the main group chat. Think he’ll do it?”

“Absolutely not,” Odd says cheerfully, kissing her back. “But nice try. Here’s to next time.”

…

GROUP CHAT: Into The Lyokoverse

(9:48AM) Jeremie Belpois added Sam Suarez to Into The Lyokoverse.

(9:48AM) Jeremie Belpois: @Everyone Look who decided to show up!

(9:52AM) Yumi Ishiyama: Oh Hi Sam

(9:59AM) Aelita Schaeffer: hey, look who made it to the big leagues!!

(10:10AM) Odd Della Robbia: SAMMMMMMMMM !!!!!!!!!!

(10:12AM) Sam Suarez: !!!!!!!!

#codesecretsanta #code secret santa #code secret santa 2020 #code lyoko #code lyoko evolution #samodd #writing

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ms-rampage · 4 years

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Eden's Gate: Left Behind Chapter 2 - Secret Admirer

Warnings: None

Word count: 1.5k

Once again John Seed is slightly out of character (because Winchester 😂😂). Locations I added in for this series that don't exist in game because #HeacanonShit.

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Kate’s been living in Hope County for a week already, and she starts her first day at the University that same morning, taking 8 classes, and working 4-7 hours shifts at the cafè & diner on the weekends and her days off from class. Her class schedule is.

Introduction to Therapeutic Skills

Monday & Tuesdays: 8:30am-11:00am

Human Sexuality

Monday & Tuesdays: 12:15pm-3:00pm

Drugs & Behavior

Mondays & Tuesday: 3:30pm-5:45pm

Abnormal Psychology

Wednesdays: 7:15am-10:15

General Psychology

Wednesdays: 10:45am-1:30pm

Social Psychology

Wednesdays: 2:00pm-3:55pm

Adolescence

Thursdays: 8:30am-11:30am

Personality

Thursdays: 12:30pm-2:15pm

She wakes up at 6:30am, slamming her hand down on her phone trying to shut off the alarm. She forces herself to sit up, rubbing her face aggressively.

After a few minutes she gets up and takes a quick shower.

She gets dressed, grooms and eats something.

She looks at her phone for the time it's 7:21am.

She feeds Haley, she grabs all her books, and other class supplies, puts them in her backpack. Still has over an hour until her first class starts.

Looking at her work schedule, she starts her job at the cafè on Thursday from 4pm until 10pm.

Thursdays: 4:00pm-10:00pm

Fridays: 8:00am-5:00pm

Saturdays: 8:00am-5:00pm

Sundays: 9:00am-5:00pm

She goes over her class material, looking through her syllabus, modules and everything else. She checks the time, 7:32am.

"I gotta get going" she says to herself.

"Bye Hale I'll be back later" she says petting her dogs head.

She goes outside to her car, locks the front door, and drives off to the University.

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Meanwhile at the Seed ranch, John is working on his computer, paperwork, lawyer shit, and sending out threatening messages to property owners to take over their properties to expand the Project.

His mind keeps throwing him off his work. Kate keeps coming to mind, he kept thinking about her non stop even when he was asleep.

She kept interfering with his thoughts, he didn't even know her name.

Only that she drives a black 1970 Chevy Monte Carlo, he leans back in his chair, and closes his eyes. He sees her face, how she walks, how her brown eyes reflect off the sun.

He gets up from his chair and looks out a window.

"What's going on?' he asks himself, that feeling in his stomach comes back, he tries to ignore it but it won't go away.

It takes him a moment to realize that he's fallen in love with her.

How can he fall in love with someone he doesn't even know?!.

He doesn't know her name, where she lives, what she does for a living.

Is she a sinner? a nonbeliever?

Should I have her confess and atone so she can be near me!? So she can be underneath me!?. All these thoughts come flying into his mind.

He takes Joseph’s advice, he should go to her.

He goes back onto his computer, and accesses personal information about the residents of Hope County.

He goes onto some illegal public records website.

Types in “Hope County, Montana residents” and a bunch of names pop up.

Scrolling through the names. He figures, she's new, because he’s never seen her before.

He narrows it down to recent residents of Hope County, he finds Kate but it only gives him her first initial, middle initial and last name.

"K.E. Winchester?'' he mutters to himself.

Taps the keys on his keyboard, and shows an image of her house

"That house looks familiar" he tells himself.

Zooming in on the photo to see the cross streets

"Melrose and Kelley?" he asks himself.

A few hours go by. He was able to get her full address.

He wasn't able to get her first name.

All he knows is that it begins with the letter K, her middle name starts with an E, and her last name is Winchester.

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Kate is sitting in her first class

Introduction to Therapeutic Skills, listening to the professor go over their syllabus and the lecture.

She still has 2 more classes to go to that day.

*A few hours later*

Her class finishes, she walks out the building, and looks at her clock on her phone, she has a whole hour and 15 minutes until her next class begins.

So she goes back home and checks in on Haley.

As she’s walking to her car, her friends Alissa and Sarah call out for her.

“Kate!!!!” they call out. She turns to them.

“Hey!!” she responds.

“What are you doing on Friday?!” Sarah asks.

She looks around, humming incoherently.

“Nothing. Why?!” she replies.

“We’re gonna all hang out Friday night at the Whitetails” Alissa says.

“Sounds fun. Who else is gonna be there?!” Kate asks.

“Me, Alissa, Morgan, Ryan, Dylan, Kevin, Becky and a few others” Sarah answers.

Kate shrugs, and says “Yeah sure, I’ll be there. Just text me where its gonna be, and I’ll be there”

“Awesome, see you later. Bye” Alissa says, and they all go their separate ways.

Kate goes into her car, and drives back to her house.

*10 minutes later*

She pulls into the driveway and goes inside her house.

Leaving her backpack and books in the car.

When she opens the front door Haley jumps at her in excitement.

"Hey girl, I'm gonna be leaving again in 45 minutes. I'll give you more food before I leave" she tells her, petting her head.

Dropping herself on one of the chairs, turning on the TV.

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At the Seed Ranch, a desperate John looks up potential names for his mystery crush.

Klaire Winchester?. No records.

Kara Winchester?. Nope.

Kali Winchester?. Nope.

Kimberly Winchester? Nothing.

Kandace Winchester? Nothing.

Kristen Winchester?. Still nothing

Tapping the keys of his keyboard on his computer.

None of those names come up in any records.

He groans, leaning back in his chair.

Groaning somewhat frustrated.

He can't seem to figure out her name.

It's probably something simple, and he can't think of it.

He has her home address. He can probably send flowers, or something to her house.

That’s what he does, take notes fellas.

He puts in an order of roses to be sent to her house that same day, and as a bonus he puts in a card with a short but to the point message.

Time passes by relatively fast.

Kate looks at her phone's clock 11:55am.

"Shit I gotta get going!!" she says, shooting up from her seat.

As she's about to open the door.

Haley lets out a loud bark to get her attention,

"What?" she asks her.

She lets out another loud bark.

"Oh that's right, I have to feed you".

She goes into the kitchen and pours some food into her bowl.

"Okay I'll be home later" she says, petting her head.

She goes into her car and drives back to the school.

Driving the 10 minutes back to school, going to her next lecture which is in the same building as her first class that morning.

*An hour later*

Kate is in her Human Sexuality class sitting at her desk taking notes while the professor goes over the lecture and class work.

Several hours later at 5:45pm, Kate leaves her final class for the day, and walks back to her car. Throwing her stuff in, starts up the car, and drives off.

She decides to go into town and buy some stuff for dinner.

Parking her car in the same spot as before next to that gas station.

She walks to the same grocery store that's near the church.

John, who is at the church, sees her walking in the distance.

His heart literally skips a beat.

He steps outside, taking a drag of his cigarette.

"A student?" he says to himself.

Admiring her beauty as she walks by

"Kaitlyn? Kourtney? Karen? Katherine? Kara? Kathleen? Khlöe?" he whispers to himself.

Trying to guess her name.

"Math? Science? History? Law?" he continues to whisper to himself.

She looks back coincidentally, looking in his direction.

Giving him a little smile.

He smiles back while taking another drag of his cigarette.

She walks into the store, grabs a shopping basket, browsing the aisles, and grabs stuff for dinner.

John stands outside the church waiting, and hoping she walks by like she did the other day. Maybe he can say more than "Nice car" to her.

Kate pays for her stuff and goes outside.

John sees her walk out the store. and prepares to say at least more than 2 words to her.

But unfortunately God wanted him to be patient.

She doesn't walk by the church.

Walking on her side of the street.

"Damn it" John mutters to himself, disappointed he really wanted to get to know her.

Hopefully the flowers he sent made it to her house.

He leaves the church, goes to his car, driving to her house.

Hoping he beats her to her house so he can see her reaction to the flowers.

5 minutes of driving, he makes it to her house.

She hasn't made it home yet, the flowers are sitting on the front porch.

He parks his car across the street while trying to remain hidden.

A few minutes later he sees her car from up the street.

Kate pulls into her driveway, and sees something at her front door when she gets out of her car, she sees that it's a vase with 2 dozen white and red roses.

Surprised, and completely caught off guard by the unexpecting gift.

She picks it up, and sees a card on it.

"You're beautiful ❤" a smile on her face, and she goes inside her house.

A smile grows on his face just by seeing her smile.

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Later that night, John is doing lawyer stuff and gets an unexpected visit from Joseph.

“John!” he says, walking into the ranch.

He turns around, and sees his older brother.

“Yes, Joseph?” he says.

“That girl?. Did you do what I told you to do?’ he asks, his voice soft.

“I-I sent her flowers” he answers, his going soft.

Joseph nods his head, and says.

“Don’t let her slip from you John. God has plans for the both of you. She will be one of us”.

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noforkingclue · 4 years

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The Spy and The Student Chapter 11 (O x reader, Dhawan!Master x reader)

Tag List: @c-s-stars

1:30 am: ‘Y/n have you seen the news? Of course you have. Call me when you get this!’

2:00 am: ‘Y/n, come on. Stop ignoring me! You can’t be that upset?’

2:15am: ‘Y/n, I’m worried now. I’ve called you like, five times already. Just answer your phone!’

3:00am: ‘I swear to God y/n if you’re still sleeping I’m going to come over there and drag you out of bed myself!’

4:00am: ‘Please, just answer your phone. I’m getting worried now.’

That was what you woke up to the next morning, that and loads of Facebook messages. You stared at your phone in confusion and in slight annoyance. You ignored the Facebook messages and focussed on your friend. Alice suffered from insomnia and sometimes she forgot that not everyone was awake at two in the morning. You knew that you had to call her although you were dreading the conversation. She sounded upset and desperate on the phone.

“Alice?”

“Finally!” cried Alice, “You called me back? What took you so long?”

“I literally just woke up. What’s wrong?”

“Have you seen the news?”

“Did you hear what I said about just waking up?”

“Go on Facebook right now!”

“Ugh, why?”

“Trust me. You’re going to want to see this.”

Glaring at the phone you reluctantly pulled over your laptop. It didn’t take log on and your eyes widen and what you saw.

Dick had been arrested.

It was all over Facebook and it was all your group chat was talking about. You lost count on how many articles you were tagged in.

“What the fuck.” You muttered

“I know right! Indecent images, who would’ve thought it. He seemed so… ordinary, so normal.”

“Well, they hide in plain sight.” You muttered

“How are you coping with the news?”

“I can’t quite believe it, to be honest. It’s still sinking in.”

You closed your laptop and flopped back on your bed. You closed your eyes as you let the news sink in. Yes, you hated Dick with every fibre of your being but you weren’t expecting this.

“Y/n? Y/n are you still there?”

“Yeah, I’m here. Just thinking.”

“Do you think the police will be in contact with you?”

“Probably. I mean, I don’t have much to tell them.”

“But you dated him for years. You didn’t have-“

“No!” you snapped, “I had no idea. No fucking clue. It’s eight in the morning on a Saturday and this is not how I was expecting my weekend to start!”

“You’re right. I’m sorry. If you need someone to talk to, I’m here.”

“Thanks.”

“Welcome. I’ll, err, leave you now. Let you get your head around things.”

“’kay.”

“Talk to you later.”

“Sure.”

When Alice hung up you groaned and covered your face with your hands. This couldn’t be happening, how could it be happening? A soft knock on your door dragged you out of your thoughts.

“Y/n? You alright in there?”

You jerked your head towards the door and a feeling of dread appeared in your stomach. Could you really face him after the news you just heard? Slowly you walked towards the door and opened it a crack.

“Good, you’re still alive in there!”

“What do you want?”

O seemed shocked at your harsh tone but he covered it up quickly and gave you a bright grin.

“Just checking in on you. You seemed to be having a rather tense phone call.”

The flung the door fully open and snapped, “Why were you listening in?”

“I… I couldn’t help it. That walls are thin here. Do you want to talk about it?”

You glared at him before exiting your room and walking towards the kitchen. O followed after you and place a gentle hand on your shoulder.

“You can talk to me. You know that right?”

“Dick’s been arrested.”

“Oh no. Do you know what for?”

“I… I can’t say. Just thinking about it makes me sick.”

O gently turned you around and pulled you into a gentle hug.

“It’s fine, he said gently, “Talk about it when you’re ready. Whatever he did I’m sure justice will be served. Just remember, I’m your friend. I am here for you.”

“I will do anything to make sure you’re happy.”

You smile and patted his back.

“Thank you,” you said into his shirt, “For being there for me.”

It had taken over three months for everything to eventually calm down. The police had come over to ask you questions but you couldn’t tell them much. Eventually people stopped talking about it, had stopped asking you questions. Life had gotten back to normal.

“Look,” said Alice, “I’ve been thinking.”

“Not too hard I hope. You don’t want to hurt yourself.”

You and Alice were having your usual coffee. Glaring at you, Alice threw and empty sugar pack at you before continuing,

“I know that the wound might be still raw…”

“Just get on with it.”

“Well, I have this friend.”

“Friend?”

“Yeah and he’s staying over for a couple of days.”

‘Oh no.’

“And I was thinking… well seeing as you’re single and he’s single…”

“Are you trying to set me up?”

“Might be.”

“Might? You’re not exactly being subtle.”

“Please,” said Alice, “He’s a great guy. I think that the two of you would really get along.” She gave you a hopefully smile, “For me?”

You leant back in your chair. Maybe this is what you needed. You had shut yourself off from dating since Dick dumped you. Ever since Dick’s arrest you had shut yourself off from the outside world, even your family. The only people you were really talking to had been Alice and O.

O. Your nerdy, kinda weird but sweet roommate. He had been such a help over the past couple of months. He seemed to always know when you needed a cup of tea or what you wanted to watch on TV. You smiled when you thought of him.

“Plus it’ll help you get over those feeling for your roommate.”

You spluttered and turned bright red.

“Excuse me?”

“I knew it!” Alice smirked.

“N… no! He’s my friend.”

“Sure,” said Alice although she didn’t sound convinced, “But let me tell you, these things never work out for the best.”

“Anyway, he doesn’t like me like that. We’re friends and that’s all.”

“But you fancy him?”

“He’s my friend.”

“Doesn’t mean you can’t fancy him.”

“Shut up. I don’t fancy him.”

You stared at yourself in your mirror and plucked at your top for the hundredth time. Eventually you had relented and had agreed to go on this date that Alice had told you about. Although questions still rattled around in your head.

Was this a good idea? Was it too soon after what happened to Dick? What would people think of you? What about O?

What about O…

What would he think of you going out on a date? Would he think it was too soon? Would he encourage you to get out or would he look down on you?

Wait. Why did you care what he thought? He was your roommate, your friend. He wouldn’t care if you were going on dates or not. You wouldn’t care if he was going on dates.

The thought of him going out with someone, holding their hand, smiling, laughing, kis-

You shook your head, trying to get rid of those thoughts. They were not appropriate to have just before a first date. Besides, you did not have feelings for your roommate. You checked you phone and sighed. Well, time to leave. You didn’t want to be late and give a bad impression.

O looked up when you left your room.

“There you are! So what do you fancy watching tonight? Thriller, horror, murder mystery, other?”

“Actually, I’m going out.”

“Oh? With who?”

“Someone Alice set me up with.”

Silence.

“A date?”

“Yeah.”

“Oh.”

“So…”

“Well, have fun.”

He sounded slightly bitter. Must be because you forgot to tell him that you were out for the night.

“Ok. I’ll see you later.”

“Yeah.”

How dare she. How dare Alice take you away from him. You were his human, not that other idiot’s.

You shouldn’t be getting dressed up for some random stranger. You shouldn’t be seeing that pathetic human. What did that human have to offer that the Master couldn’t. The Master could show you the universe, could give you anything your single heart desired.

And yet you weren’t interested in him.

After everything he had done for you- comforting you, making you tea, cooking for you, getting rid of your ex, and now you had gone and done this to him?

He couldn’t believe it. He didn’t want to believe it.

So he sat there, for the rest of the evening, drinking a bottle of whiskey.

“Stupid human,” he muttered, “With her stupid smile and annoying laugh. Why are you making me feel this way. Should get rid of you before you become too much of a problem.”

He jerked to attention when he heard the door open.

“You’re back early.” He called

“Yeah.”

“How was it?”

You sighed and sat down next to him.

“Pass the whiskey will you?”

He wordlessly handed it over to you and said, “Went well I’m guessing.”

“It was really awkward. No spark.”

Good.

“I’m sorry to hear that.”

No he wasn’t.

You shrugged. “No big deal. To be honest I wasn’t really expecting it to work. Now I really need some sleep. Goodnight.”

“Night.”

When you door shut the Master grinned. He couldn’t be happier. Maybe, once his plan succeeds, he’ll keep you in the TARDIS.

If the Doctor keeps pets then so can he.

Once you were back in you room you immediately flopped onto your bed. While your date was nice the two of you didn’t have any chemistry. Luckily for you he also agreed and while there wasn’t going to be a second date at least the two of you parted on good terms.

If you were being completely honest, part of the reason of the unsuccessful date was due to O.

However much you tried to deny it, you knew the truth.

You fancied him.

And he didn’t feel the same way.

You were fucked.

#fanfiction #doctor who #reader insert #o #o x reader #dhawan!master #dhawan!master x reader #The Master #master x reader #fluff #Domestic #idiots in love

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chris-evans-indian-fanfic · 4 years

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Across Seven Seas

Chapter 3

Description: This fanfiction series is set in the year 2022, after the horrid COVID-19 has finally come to an end. In this fanfiction, Chris Evans holidays with his family in India and meets Meera Shankar. The story explores their rollercoaster journey and raises a question, whether two people, from two contrasting backgrounds and cultures, can build their future together?

This series is Chris Evans x OFC with Chris Evans' family and friends having recurring appearances. Please find below a lot of Original Characters-

Meera Shankar - The female lead

Meera's Mother

Poppy - Meera's maternal grandmother

Rohan - Meera's elder brother who is 6 years older than her.

Ankur - Concierge of the Hotel Maple-Fawn in Mussoorie

Chapter 1 • Chapter 2

Chapter 4

FIND MORE CHAPTERS BY CLICKING ON MY BIO

P.S- India follows only one timezone.

P.P.S- All the photographs used in the chapters are of the real locations mentioned. I clicked these photographs on my vacation.

This is a work of fiction. The names of the hotels and companies have been changed to avoid copyright issues. Meera Shankar and her family is based on the author and her kin. No offense is intended.

I don’t consent to have any of my work published or featured on any third party app, website or translated. If you are seeing this fanfiction anywhere but tumblr, it has been reposted without my permission. In that case, please do share the link and let me know.

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Chapter 3

6th September, 7:30am - Dehradun Hotel, India

Meera barely noticed the morning chatter at the breakfast table, the voices becoming dull thuds in her mind. As she dozed off for the tenth time, her mother snapped. "You just woke up Meera! How can you still be sleepy? People in the mornings are usually active, bright-eyed and alert! Yet here you are going back to sleep." "Who said I slept last night?" spoke Meera, unsuccessfully trying to stifle her yawn, "With you and Poppy snoring into my ears, I could hardly sleep." "We don't snore that bad," said her mother, defensively. "Have you ever hear... (yawn) Have you ever even heard yourself snore?" replied a sleepy Meera. "I slept peacefully in my room. Just like a baby," Rohan chimed in with a smug smile. Her sleep deprived brain could not think of a clever repertoire. At least she would fall asleep on the ride to Mussoorie, hopefully avoiding the nasty motion sickness.

6th September, 9:15am - Delhi, India

🎶tring, tring, tring, tring🎶

Chris heard the faint chime of the landline in his room. Struggling to find it in the darkness, Chris finally answered the call. The receptionist on the other end of the line was kind. She patiently reminded him about the wake-up call that had been scheduled by him and informed him about the buffet breakfast. The Evans family had reached the fancy hotel in the wee hours of the morning. It had been a relief to exit the Delhi airport sans the company of the media. Jet-lagged and exhausted, they had all collapsed into their beds. Even Chris had fallen asleep as soon as his head had touched the pillow. He now stretched on the bed, missing the warmth of his adorable canine. He knew the best way to deal with jet-lag was to condition your body to the local timezone. After freshening up, he headed towards the buffet, seeking to eat his breakfast in peace.

As there were no direct flights from Boston to Dehradun, they had decided to stay for a day in Delhi, just to rest their bones. Tomorrow, they would catch the flight to Dehradun. As Chris understood, their hotel in Mussoorie was around 6 hours away from Dehradun airport. He did not look forward to the excessive travel. He knew they would all be tired out for a week before they started feeling normal again.

He was soon joined by his family for breakfast. A large family of 7 Americans was not an unusual sight for the patrons of this hotel. Being one of the most luxurious and expensive hotels in the city, tourists from across the world flocked to the 5-star property. The best part? Nobody recognized them, especially Chris. While Chris did have a huge fan following in India, he was not immediately recognisable with his large beard and overgrown hair.

"Do we have anything planned for today?" Chris confirmed with Carly as she demolished her pancakes, "Not really. The hotel did offer a tour of the local tourist hotspots, but I didn't think anyone would be up for a day out." "Especially in this heat," chimed in Shanna. "From what I Google searched, Delhi has beautiful forts and structures. There are even expansive gardens in the city! Maybe we can visit just one site before leaving tomorrow?" suggested their mother Lisa. "I will check with the concierge and see what they recommend," offered Scott.

Chris settled back in his room after the breakfast, checking-in with Tara about Dodger. He dozed off while waiting for a reply.

Same day, 11:40pm - Dehradun-Mussoorie road

Meera woke up with a jerk as the car pulled around a corner, her heart beating fast. They were on the last portion of the winding roads, almost at the top of the hill. Dazed, she looked around the SUV, her mother and brother were wide awake and Poppy had nodded off. From the window, Meera saw the mountains and trees in all their glory, but the motion of the car lulled her exhausted mind back to sleep.

Almost 20 minutes later, she woke up again as her mother gently taped her on the shoulder. "We have reached," she quietly said, "Are you feeling okay?" Blinking her eyes, Meera managed to say yes. Chilly breeze greeted her as she opened the door of the car. Audibly shuddering, she shut the door, reluctant to leave the warm vehicle. Her brother pulled it open again, "Wake up sleepy head! Look how beautiful it is!" "It is COLD," replied Meera hoarsely, still struggling to find her bearings. "Okay look, it is just 10 steps from the car to the hotel's entrance. Just 10 steps! Then you will be in nice toasty-warm lobby. Let's go! The hills are calling us! Let's go let's go!!" Meera smiled at her brother's exuberance. Mountains had the same effect on him that beaches had on her. Bracing herself for the cold, Meera dashed from the car and into the hotel.

Maple-Fawn was one of the few 5-star hotels in Mussoorie. The international company had a chain of hotels in the country, but their property at this hill-station had been voted as one of the bests. The lobby section was intimidating to say the least. White marble flooring, polished wood-panelled walls, and elegant paintings and statues gave a sophisticated, warm vibe. As the family was checking-in, the male concierge asked for Meera, "Welcome to Maple-Fawn everyone. Do we have a Mrs Meera Shankar amongst us?" "It is Ms Meera Shankar, and that would be me," she replied. "Hello ma'am. I am Ankur, the resident concierge of this property. As I am led to believe, you are the one with the food allergies, correct?" "Yes absolutely." "We received your email ma'am, the one with the list of foods you are allergic to, and a couple of recipes which would suit you. Can we discuss it once you are settled-in?" "Oh right yes. How about we meet again after one hour?" "Sure ma'am. I will meet you with the chef in your room," confirmed Ankur.

The receptionist handed them the key cards to their rooms. "As I can see in the system, you have booked two rooms, with the 3 women living in one room and Mr Rohan living in another. Would you like to have a single bed mattress in your room ma'am? It would be more comfortable," suggested the receptionist. As her mother refused after hearing the cost for the extra mattress, Meera had to chuckle. Even the receptionist must have wondered how will 3 fat women fit on a queen-sized bed, she thought.

"Why should we spend so much money on a mattress when we call all sleep together on the same bed?" argued Meera's mother as they reached their rooms, "We have already spent so much on this expensive hotel, I am certainly not paying for anything extra." Meera's face fell as she heard those words. It had been difficult to find a hotel which would cater to her food allergies. While various brands offered food for people who were strictly vegetarian or vegan, the hotel staff, usually the chefs, could never wrap their minds around how could a person be allergic to so many things. Luckily, Maple-Fawn had been accommodating, but being on the upper-end luxurious side of things, the stay at the hotel itself had costed them around 4 months of Rohan's salary. "I will get to snuggle-up to my daughter on the same bed and sleep. I can't wait!" continued Meera's mother. "Creep," muttered Meera.

But despite herself, Meera had to admit, the view from their room was to die for...

Same day, 3pm - Delhi

Chris awoke to someone ringing the doorbell of his room. Stumbling across the room in the darkness, he opened the door to see Carly. "Hey Chris, we are going to Rori gardens, do you want to tag along?" "What? Which gardens?" "Rori, or something like that. I don't understand most of the names here," sheepishly admitted Carly. "Should I show you the brochure?" Nodding his reply, Chris stepped aside to let Carly in. "Oh God, it is dark in here, let there be light!" "No wait sto..." But before Chris could finish his sentence, Carly had opened the curtains, flooding the room with bright sunlight. "Aargh" Chris groaned at the sudden light, hidding under the covers on his bed. Laughing, Carly tried to pull the covers off of him, but Chris held on tight. "C'mon you big baby! You are worse than your niece and nephews! Even they are playing in the swimming pool and here you are, hiding underneath the covers!" "It's too bright! Turn down the sun!" Chris whined. "No way! Get up now! See this garden looks like fun. Don't stay held up in your room." Chris muttered something. "Christopher Evans, come out now or else I WILL tickle you!" Carly threatened. Uncovering his head, Chris opened one eye, "What do you want, you Kraken monster?!" Carly smiled, it had been too long since Chris had called her by the nickname. A change of location was maybe just what he needed afterall.

Chris met Carly, Scott and Lisa in the lobby, Shanna choosing to stay behind with the kids. Their hotel, Maple-Fawn, had provided them with a guide and comfortable cars. If Chris wasn't mistaken, they were going to stay at the brand's property in Mussoorie as well. "What is the name of the garden again?" Chris asked their Guide. "They are called Lodhi Gardens," came the prompt reply. "It is spread over 90 acres and contains some of the best landscaping seen here in Delhi. The garden is also home to tombs of various kings who had once ruled Delhi." "Oh so it's a graveyard," inquired Scott excitedly. Chris chucked at his brother's excitement. "Not at all sir," replied their Guide, "The garden is used as a park, where people jog, do yoga, exercise and kids play around. You will get an idea once we reach."

While the road to Lodhi Gardens had been full of traffic and commotion, the place itself was peaceful and serene. Tall trees surrounded the walkways, manicured green lawns with flower beds covered the uneven terrain, while the graves of the bygone kings were nothing like the Evans family had seen before. These were ancient structures, with delicate ornate carvings on the walls. "Woah," whispered Scott, "If these are their graves, then I can't even imagine how royal their palaces must have been!"

Chris caught himself smiling. As much as he willed himself not to feel happiness, he couldn't help but feel a little bit relaxed. Lodhi Gardens were beautiful.

#chris evans x india #chris evans fanfic #chris evans fanfiction #chrisevans #chris evans #chris evans family #bearded chris evans #India #Delhi #Mussoorie #Dehradun #chris evans x oc #chris evans x plus size reader #oc appreciation day 2020 #OCs Are People Too

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solcheeky · 5 years

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break a leg arm

summary: mark breaks his arm and a cast is all he needs as an excuse to get you to do everything for him

warnings: mature content insinuated, strong language

a/n: I literally went thru a heck load of his tweets to see what he was like through text lmfao also this is a remake! insp from sheep

[1 Missed Call] broccoli johnny 8:56PM

[New Message] from broccoli johnny 9:00PM, hey

[broccoli johnny] 9:00PM, I know its kind of late but

[broccoli johnny] 9:01PM, mark’s in the ER right now, you busy?

[you] 9:05PM, wtf

[you] 9:05PM, where

[you] 9:05PM, why

[broccoli johnny] 9:06PM, nothing serious dw

[broccoli johnny] 9:06PM, we’re in seoul national

[you] 9:07PM, okay im coming

[broccoli johnny] 9:07PM, mind coming over?

[broccoli johnny] 9:08PM, oh

[broccoli johnny] 9:08PM, lol cool cool

[broccoli johnny] 9:08PM, just text me when you get here :-)

[you] 9:34PM, I’m here where are you?

[broccoli johnny] 9:35PM, hold on

[broccoli johnny] 9:35PM, jae cant get his drink out of the vending machine

[broccoli johnny] 9:35PM, we’ll meet u in the lobby in a sec

[you] 9:36PM, jaehyun you are a grown man

[broccoli johnny] 9:36PM, jae said hes not going to share his drink with you now

[New Message] from lioncub 11:45PM, Sorry for making you worry haha and thank you for coming over so fast

[lioncub] 11:45PM, You home ssfe yet?

[lioncub] 11:45PM, *Safe

[lioncub] 11:46PM, Damn this whole cast on my arm thing is really getting in the way haha

[you] 11:46PM, always<3 and yea I am :) you?

[lioncub] 11:46PM, Yeah, everyone’s in bed. Johnjae’s about to leave

[you] 11:46PM, nice

[you] 11:47PM, tell jaehyun that I hope he falls over

[lioncub] 11:48PM, Woah hahahaha

[lioncub] 11:48PM, Is this because he didn’t share his drink with you?

[you] 11:48PM, it was the last one left >:( and the traitor drank it all >:((

[lioncub] 11:50PM, Haha

[you] 11:50PM, >:(

[lioncub] 11:51PM, You’re so cute

[you] 11:51PM, wow you type so slow

[lioncub] 11:51PM, I brokr my ar, !!!

[you] 11:51PM, yikes

[lioncub] 11:52PM, Dude dp you want me to type fast or not?

[you] 11:52PM, you’ll make mistakes either way👀

[lioncub] 11:52PM, *Do

[lioncub] 11:53PM, Hahaha very funny lool

[lioncub] 11:54PM, Come on babr

[lioncub] 11:54PM, *Basbr

[lioncub] 11:54PM, *Babve

[lioncub] 11:54PM, Damn. *babe

[you] 11:54PM, just. don’t text me anymore .

[lioncub] 11:55PM, Wait what !!!!!

[lioncub] 11:55PM, But my cast wont br off for weeks!!

[lioncub] 11:56PM, Babe !

[lioncub] 11:56PM, D: !!

[you] 11:56PM, I meant that like..... ‘call me’ you dummy

[lioncub] 11:57PM, Oh

[lioncub] 11:57PM, Oops

[Incoming Call] lioncub 11:58PM

[New Message] from marks arm 1:12PM, They left me at home :/

[marks arm] 1:12PM, All alone

[marks arm] 1:13PM, And I’m bored :/

[marks arm] 1:13PM, Bee

[marks arm] 1:13PM, Oh

[marks arm] 1:14PM, Are

[marks arm] 1:14PM, D

[marks arm] 1:14PM, b o r e d

[marks arm] 1:15PM, Babe

[marks arm] 1:15PM, Babe?

[marks arm] 1:15PM, Ba b e

[Missed Video Call] marks arm 1:17PM

[you] 1:21PM, oh shit sory just came out yhe shower

[marks arm] 1:22PM, Oh lool sorry

[marks arm] 1:22PM, You going out somewhere?

[marks arm] 1:23PM, OH are you coming over? :0

[you] 1:23PM, huh? no

[you] 1:23PM, lmfao gotta go to the supermarket

[marks arm] 1:24PM, Is that code for my dorm?

[you] 1:24PM, uh

[you] 1:24PM, what

[marks arm] 1:25PM, Super-MARK-et

[marks arm] 1:25PM, 😏😏😏

[you] 1:25PM, …………

[marks arm] 1:26PM, Dude. You can’t tell me that wanst funny

[you] 1:26PM, ……………………

[marks arm] 1:26PM, Comn on man. That was pretty funny!!!

[marks arm] 1:27PM, *Wasn’t *Come

[marks arm] 1:27PM, 😏😏😏 ???

[you] 1:27PM, I’m not coming over just because you made a ‘good’ joke

[marks arm] 1:28PM, Hahahahaha! babe please!!

[marks arm] 1:28PM, I’m so fucking bored~

[marks arm] 1:28PM, I have thid dumbass cast on now and the boys wont be back till waaayy later

[marks arm] 1:29PM, *This

[marks arm] 1:30PM, It’s not like I can take the cast off. But you can keep me company!!

[marks arm] 1:30PM, Pretty please🥺

[you] 1:30PM, but I gotta go shop D:

[marks arm] 1:31PM, Oh right. yeah lol

[marks arm] 1:31PM, but you can come over after?😏

[you] 1:31PM, hmmmmmm

[marks arm] 1:32PM, No one’s home😏 and

[marks arm]1:32PM, and Iwanttohugyou

[marks arm] 1:33PM, Plus I promise I won’t hug you with my casr haha

[marks arm] 1:33PM, *Cast

[you] 1:33PM, cute

[marks arm] 1:34PM, Did.. Did you not just hear what I said?

[marks arm] 1:34PM, No one’s home !!!

[you] 1:35PM, fine :[

[you] 1:35PM, but after I shop :>

[marks arm] 1:36PM, Alright nice haha. After you shop. Got it !

[New Message] from marks arm 1:45PM, Can you get me snacks??

[marks arm] 1:49PM, You can’t just leave me on read !!!!

[you] 8:03PM, can’t believe I bought you snacks for that

[marks arm] 8:04PM, It was the cast!! I swear !!

[marks arm] 8:04PM, You weren’t the only one uncomfortable >:( I can’t hold myself up over you when my arm is broken lool

[you] 8:05PM, I’m taking your lap next time🙄

[marks arm] 8:05PM, Oh woah

[you] 8:06PM, ‘woah’ what?

[marks arm] 8:06PM, :0

[marks arm] 8:06PM, Woah nothing. Hahahaha

[you] 8:06PM, okay well,,, save your lap for me next time

[marks arm] 8:07PM, lol okay

[marks arm] 8:07PM, Next time.

[marks arm] 8:07PM, I like that

[New Message] from marker 2:20AM, You awake?

[you] 2:21AM, no

[marker] 2:21AM, Oh okay nevermind then

[you] 2:22AM, …

[you] 2:22AM, uh mark

[marker] 2:23AM, Wait a minute

[you] 2:23AM, there we go😂😂

[marker] 2:23AM, ;/

[you] 2:23AM, LOL whats up? its 2am🤔dont you have to go studio in the morning🤔

[marker] 2:24AM, Yeah :/ but my arm hurts ;/

[you] 2:24AM, badly?

[marker] 2:25AM, Mhm :(

[marker] 2:25AM, I cant sleep :(( it hurts :/ like actually really hurts

[you] 2:25AM, lemme get back to you in 7 years after I get my doctors licence

[marker] 2:26AM, Hahahahahahaha

[marker] 2:26AM, Can you get back to me in 3secs as my bestfriend instead?

[you] 2:26AM, touché

[marker] 2:26AM, Haha

[marker] 2:27AM, Let me video call you?

[you] 2:27AM, doyoung is asleep though

[marker] 2:27AM, Yeaahh

[marker] 2:28AM, But I wantf to see you :(

[you] 2:28AM, you saw me today ?

[marker] 2:28AM, It wasnt enough :(

[you] 2:29AM, are you okay??

[marker] 2:29AM, Yeah! I am! I just

[marker] 2:29AM, idk

[marker] 2:29AM, Seeing you makesd me feel better

[you] 2:29AM, cute

[marker] 2:29AM, Shutup man

[marker] 2:30AM, Just let me call youuu

[you] 2:30AM, hm

[you] 2:31AM, fine

[you] 2:31AM, this is my way of making up for my lack of a doctors licence

[marker] 2:31AM, hahahahahahahaha

[marker] 2:31AM, I’m gonna wake up doyoung laughing like this

[you] 2:32AM, lmao pls dont blame me when he whoops your ass in the morning

[marker] 2:32AM, I wont :)

[Incoming Call] marks arm 2:33AM

[[theres too many ppl in this gc. mark pls exit😘]]

[doyoung]: Mark looks like a sardine that was left to dry out in the sun for 12 days

[marker]: Hey man

[marker]: Thats just mean

[fullsun]: not mean, just the truth💅🏼

[doyoung]: It’s because he was up all night talking to you know who👀

[mr peach]: exposed

[you]: mark you said doyoung was a heavy sleeper

[doyoung]: He lied.

[marker]: We werent that loud man

[nakamoto]: I could hear mark from my bedroom

[let’s winwin!]: *our bedroom

[let’s winwin!]: and no we couldn’t

[nakamoto]: I did👀

[broccolli johnny]: all yuta does is lie lmfao

[marker]: How??!!?

[marker]: Your bedroom is upstairs!!!

[junguwu]: ? I couldnt hear them ??? and I’m next door

[nakamoto]: if I was upstairs then explain to me how I heard y/n complaining about how mark farts too much🤔🤔🤔

[marker]: Oh my god

[broccoli johnny]: LMFAAAOO

[junguwu]: HAHAH HAHAHAHAH

[mr peach]: this again LOL

[you]: I still can’t believe they let you talk about marks farts in your tmi vids

[oldman]: 😂😂😂😂😂oh no

[fullsun]: the dried sardine has got some explaining to do👀

[marker]: Dude its not true!!! I swear !!!!!!

[you]: a little bit true

[doyoung]: ✋also a witness

[marker]: >:0

[marker]: Fucking betrayers!!!!!!!

[marker]: Johnny tell them its not true !!!

[broccoli johnny]: my hands are tied bro🤗

[marker]: whAT

[marker]: Jaehyun?!

[mr peach]: its not true.

[doyoung]: Way to sound believable🙄

[nakamoto]: word on the street y/n is tired of mark never saying sorry or excusing himself from farting🤧

[marker]: You guys are just big bullies man

[marker]: Sicheng man you’re the only one I have left😭

[let’s winwin!]: lol no

[fullsun]: yuta may be lying about hearing yall last night but👀

[fullsun]: the fart thing is true👀

[nakamoto]: i rest my case

[broccoli johnny]: one day mark is gonna fart and it’ll poison you all

[nakamoto]: I heard hes poisoned a couple of people already🧐

[marker]: DUDE

[New Message] from mark LEE 10:11AM, Hey can I ask you something?

[you] 10:12AM, sure whats up?

[you] 10:12AM, you okay?

[mark LEE] 10:13AM, So um ;//

[mark LEE] 10:13AM, My farts dont annoy you do they?

[you] 10:14AM, LOL mARK

[mark LEE] 10:14AM, What ?! what!!!!

[mark LEE] 10:14AM, I’m serious!!!

[you] 10:15AM, its been like 3 days since that conversation

[mark LEE] 10:15AM, And I havent been able to fart in front of you since!!

[you] 10:15AM, LMAAOOO MARKKKK

[mark LEE] 10:16AM, Babe I’m deadass!!!

[you] 10:16AM, yuta was just joking stupid

[mark LEE] 10:17AM, :/

[mark LEE] 10:17AM, I know

[mark LEE] 10:17AM, But

[you] 10:18AM, but?

[mark LEE] 10:18AM, I fart

[mark LEE] 10:18AM, like

[mark LEE] 10:18AM, a lot

[you] 10:19AM, omg mark

[you] 10:19AM, it doesnt matter!! I think its cute

[mark LEE] 10:19AM, What?!

[you] 10:19AM, when you fart youre cute

[you] 10:20AM, when you sneeze youre cute

[you] 10:20AM, when you talk youre cute

[you] 10:20AM, even when you just breathe youre fucking cute

[you] 10:20AM, I dont care about your farts

[mark LEE] 10:21AM, You’re weird

[you] 10:21AM, ask the groupchat if you dont believe me

[[theres too many ppl in this gc. mark pls exit😘]]

[marker]: Anyways guys

[junguwu]: ya

[marker]: Am I cute?

[fullsun]: no

[New Message] from cute idiot 9:37PM, Where are you?

[cute idiot] 9:37PM, Babe

[cute idiot] 9:37PM, The bath is gonna get cold man

[you] 9:40PM, we got a problem

[cute idiot] 9:40PM, What? No lighter? Not even matchsticks?

[you] 9:40PM, johnjae are here

[cute idiot] 9:41PM, !???!?!?!?!!!

[cute idiot] 9:41PM, whAT

[cute idiot] 9:41PM, Like in the dorm here?!?!??

[you] 9:41PM, yea you dummy

[cute idiot] 9:41PM, Shit whAT

[you] 9:42PM, wtf happened to ‘no one is coming home till late today’ !???!!

[cute idiot] 9:42PM, I

[cute idiot] 9:42PM, I DIDNT KNOW I SWEAR OMG

[cute idiot] 9:42PM, wHAT DID U SAY TO THEM

[you] 9:43PM, I look like a psycho mark

[cute idiot] 9:43PM, tHATS WHAT YOU SAID?

[you] 9:43PM, nO

[you] 9:44PM, they caught me… in the kitchen…. going through the drawers

[you] 9:44PM, with just your tshirt on…

[you] 9:44PM, my hair is wet af mark

[cute idiot] 9:45PM, oh god

[you] 9:45PM, how was i supposed to explain myself ?!

[you] 9:45PM, tell them my hair is wet because I just climbed out of the bath i was sharing with their roommate ?!!?

[you] 9:45PM, tell them i needed something to light the candles beside the fucking bubble bath ?!??

[cute idiot] 9:45PM, Shit shit shit

[you] 9:46PM, and all because you couldnt get out of the tub without injuring your broken-arm ??!

[cute idiot] 9:46PM, Oh my gof

[cute idiot] 9:46PM, Please tell me that is not what you said

[cute idiot] 9:46PM, Oh my god

[cute idiot] 9:46PM, This is so embarrassing

[cute idiot] 9:47PM, Dude

[cute idiot] 9:47PM, Why arnet you answering?!?!

[cute idiot] 9:47PM, What the fuc do I do

[you] 9:48PM, hold on theyre talking to me

[cute idiot] 9:48PM, I’m freakinghout

[you] 9:48PM, apparently theyre back early because they need to go prerecord nct nightnight

[you] 9:48PM, johnny needed to pick something up on the way

[cute idiot] 9:48PM, Oh god

[cute idiot] 9:48PM, Whdt do I do?!

[cute idiot] 9:48PM, Do I getr out!?

[you] 9:49PM, told them you were showering

[cute idiot] 9:49PM, Shit

[cute idiot] 9:49PM, Okay I’m turning on the shower

[cute idiot] 9:49PM, You know

[cute idiot] 9:49PM, For soubnd effects

[cute idiot] 9:49PM, Shit man shitr

[cute idiot] 9:49PM, wait

[cute idiot] 9:49PM, wb you?!

[cute idiot] 9:50PM, You didn’t dry yourself. Dude you didn’t even bring a towel

[cute idiot] 9:50PM, Hwo you gonna explain

[you] 9:51PM, told them your dumbass slipped

[you] 9:51PM, and I had to help you because of your arm

[you] 9:51PM, wait brb

[cute idiot] 9:51PM, Nooo dont brb me

[cute idiot] 9:52PM, I feel exposed now

[cute idiot] 9:52PM, Oh my god

[cute idiot] 9:52PM, This is the worst

[cute idiot] 9:52PM, This is the WORST

[cute idiot] 9:53PM, Babe?

[you] 9:57PM, okay theyre gone😪😪

[cute idiot] 9:57PM, Thank god

[cute idiot] 9:57PM, Did they believe you?

[you] 9:58PM, I fucking hope so

[you] 9:58PM, I’m coming back

[cute idiot] 9:58PM, Be quick ;/ I kinda made a mess

[[foreign swaggers💯💯💯]]

[sexy boi ten]: just out of curiosity🧐

[sexy boi ten]: who here loves bubble baths?

[johns banana]: hmmmmmm idk man🤔 good question🤔

[jeffrey]: 😂😂😂

[kark]: Oh my god

[sexy boi ten]: I think one of us is a bubble bath enthusiast

[sexy boi ten]: but I just cant put my finger on it🧐

[kark]: Can’t believe you told ten

[johns banana]: told him what🤔🤔

[kark]: Don’t lie to me bro

[sexy boi ten]: i think youre the only one lying here

[kark]: 😨😨😨

[kark]: Jaehyun please help me

[jeffrey]: I heard there were candles

[kark]: 😧

[johns banana]: candles ?! 🤔 oh gasp🤧

[sexy boi ten]: so this is what you get up to when no ones around

[kark]: hahahaha noooo

[kark]: youre making it sound super weird man !!

[jeffrey]: lmfaaooo

[sexy boi ten]: this whole broken limb thing doesnt seem so bad now

[kark]: we didnt /do/ anything

[sexy boi ten]: why?😏 were you supposed have done something? 😏😏

[kark]: hahaha oh my god

[johns banana]: what are you tryna say mark🤗

[kark]: dude !!!!!!!

[kark]: youre all making this way weirder than it already is man

[jeffrey]: arent you the one making it weird?

[sexy boi ten]: johnny break my arm so i can get a bubble bath

[johns banana]: you dont have a girlfriend

[sexy boi ten]: i know

[sexy boi ten]: but i could have a boyfriend

[jeffrey]: you dont have a boyfriend either

[sexy boi ten]: then can you run me a bubble bath instead😘😘😘😘

[kark]: what

[johns banana]: depends… do I get to join

[kark]: wHAT

[johns banana]: I’ll be the mark to your y/n

[jeffrey]: this is going in my TMI

[New Message] from marks arm 4:15PM, They keep teasing me about the bath thing

[you] 4:15PM, so no more baths together?

[marks arm] 4:16PM, I didn’t say that........

[New Message] from bunny doyoung 6:47PM, Change of plans

[bunny doyoung] 6:47PM, He’s already on the way to yours

[you] 6:48PM, what?!

[you] 6:48PM, I was about to leave

[bunny doyoung] 6:49PM, Sorry I couldnt stop him

[bunny doyoung] 6:49PM, Said there’s too many of us in the dorm at the moment lmao

[bunny doyoung] 6:50PM, He’s such a kid

[you] 6:50PM, ffs mark

[you] 6:51PM, thanks do

[bunny doyoung] 6:51PM, Of course

[you] 6:53PM, mark wth

[you] 6:53PM, doyoung said youre coming here

[marks eggs] 6:55PM, Sorry baby

[marks eggs] 6:55PM, It’s way too hectic back there

[you] 6:56PM, you know I dont mind

[marks eggs] 6:56PM, I do this time

[marks eggs] 6:57PM, I want alone time with you

[you] 6:57PM, but I made food for the boys

[marks eggs] 6:57PM, I’ll eat it all :)

[you] 6:58PM, marrrrrkk

[marks eggs] 6:58PM, Too late I’m outside

[marks eggs] 6:58PM, Open up

[New Message] ty track 1:00AM, He’s not coming back tonight is he?

[you] 1:01AM, defo not

[you] 1:01AM, hes asleep on my lap atm

[ty track] 1:02AM, Sigh

[ty track] 1:02AM, Fine, make sure he wakes up early

[ty track] 1:03AM, He has to be back by 7am, we have a shoot in the morning

[you] 1:03AM, okay sure thing

[ty track] 1:03AM, Get some rest too

[you] 1:04AM, thanks tae you too💚

[ty track] 1:04AM, Goodnight💚

[you] 1:05AM, night :)

[[dreamies but not rlly]]

[pudu]: what time did you say you were going to come over again?

[you]: before 10 why?

[pudu]: because marks trying to break up renjun and jaemin from wrestling

[pudu]: with one arm

[jenojam]: is that what all that yelling is?

[you]: hyuck

[you]: why are you texting me when you can help him out

[pudu]: y/n thats a dumb question and you know it

[dolphinle]: such a dumb question

[you]: why arent any of you doing anything????????

[pudu]: why dont you just come over sooner ^^

[you]: hyuck I cant I’m running errands atm

[dolphinle]: see y/n is running errands hyung

[you]: thanks chenle

[pudu]: shutup chenle

[you]: wheres jisung

[jisung park]: staying out of the mess

[you]: good.

[you]: one less dreamie to worry about

[jisung park]: youre welcome

[pudu]: okay they stopped play fighting :/

[jenojam]: because mark says his arm hurts

[you]: you guys are the worst

[pudu]: *best

[moomin]: you guys are snitches

[dolphinle]: and snitches get stitches

[jaemin<3]: renjun broke my neck

[moomin]: did not

[moomin]: your stupid neck happened to fall into my hands

[pudu]: LMAOO

[jaemin<3]: :0 can u believe this

[you]: is mark okay?

[jenojam]: no

[mark sucks]: Yes

[mark sucks]: hahahaha just carry on with your errands and come at 10 I have this unser contrl

[mark sucks]: *Under

[mark sucks]: *Control

[pudu]: HAHA what lies

[jisung park]: hyung doesnt have anything under control

[jaemin<3]: youre not going to ask if I’m okay? :(

[moomin]: jaemin ur still breathing right?

[moomin]: yea thats what I thought

[dolphinle]: ye thats what he thought

[jaemin<3]: I didnt even say anything yet!!

[pudu]: LMFAAOO

[you]: jeno help

[jenojam]: je-no thank you

[[theres too many ppl in this gc. mark pls exit😘]]

[tytrack]: well then who was it?

[nakamoto]: I think johnny was the last one to use the vacuum

[marker]: Babe can you pick up a box on the way ;/ we ranm out lastr night

[nakamoto]: .................

[fullsun]: well okay. this was fun. g2g. forever. ✌️✌️✌️

[doyoung]: Only mark would do this.

[nakamoto]: 🤡🤡🤡🤡

[doyoung]: Seriously only mark.

[marker]: Shit!!!

[marker]: Fucvbk man

[you]: wrong chat you fat loser

[canada mark] 7:00PM, Shit baby I’m so soryr

[you] 7:00PM, you’re the biggest dummy😂😂😂

[[theres too many ppl in this gc. mark pls exit😘]]

[junguwu]: a box of what?

[tytrack]: what the fuck mark

[junguwu]: oh

[marker]: Dude I didn’t mean to!!!

[broccoli johnny]: this is why he left the dorm so quick lmfao

[marker]: Baby I’m so so so sorry I’ll make it up for you tonight

[junguwu]: :0

[you] 7:05PM, wRONG CHAT AGAIN STUPID

[canada mark] 7:05PM, FCUK

[[theres too many ppl in this gc. mark pls exit😘]]

[nakamoto]: jc mark🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡

[fullsun]: can we push the gc name into full gear now?

[fullsun]: it’s no longer a joke.

[marker]: IM IN SO MANY GROUPCHATS ITS HARD OKAY

[you] 7:07PM, you’re lucky you have a broken arm or else

[canada mark] 7:08PM, Dude I’m so sorry. Like really.

[canada mark] 7:08PM, I was rushing in case you left the store already ;/ sorry :(

[canada mark] 7:08PM, I’ll do whatever you want ! promise.

[you] 7:09PM, you can barely do anything with that broken arm stupid

[you] 7:09PM, its okay😂

[canada mark] 7:09PM, Really?

[you] 7:10PM, lets just say you owe me one

‘you changed [canada mark] to [stupid mark]’

[stupid mark] 7:11PM, Yeah okay. I deserve that one.

[New Message] from stupid mark 7:24AM, Can I call you?

[stupid mark] 7:24AM, I seriously hate texting ;/

[you] 7:25AM, is it because of the wrong groupchat thing or your cast?

[stupid mark] 7:25AM, ......both lol

[you] 7:25AM, okay but I’m in bed bby its so early

[stupid mark] 7:25AM, Perfect!! then you don’t have to move !

[stupid mark] 7:25AM, Just close your eyes and talk to me :^)

[you] 7:26AM, you can talk to everyone else whos awake :^)

[stupid mark] 7:25AM, Everyones getting their hair done and stuff

[stupid mark] 7:26AM, And I’m handicapped let me call you.

[you] 7:26AM, wooooow ‘handicapped’ you can’t text me

[Incoming Video Call] stupid mark 7:26PM

[stupid mark] 7:2APM, Pick up!! please!!

[New Message] from sore loser 11:20PM, :((((

[you] 11:21PM, mark?

[you] 11:21PM, whats wrong?

[sore loser] 11:22PM, Do you want to come with me to the doctors get my cast off tomorrow?

[you] 11:22PM, huh????

[you] 11:22PM, I mean yeah sure but

[you] 11:22PM, whats with the sad face?

[sore loser] 11:23PM, No! I’m happy! but sad ;/

[sore loser] 11:23PM, I get to be on stage again but ;( I can’t play damsel in distress anymore haha

[sore loser] 11:23PM, If I call you over, you’ll still come right?

[you] 11:24PM, depends.........

[sore loser] 11:24PM, See!!

[you] 11:24PM, I’m just kidding lmao

[sore loser] 11:24PM, Oh

[sore loser] 11:24PM, So... You’ll still shampoo my hair sometimes? ;/ or like sit on my lap,,and stuff ;/// ??

[you] 11:25PM, you know I’ll do all those things regardless whether your arm is broken or not

[sore loser] 11:25PM, You’re the best

[you] 11:25PM, plus you still owe me one :^)

[sore loser] 11:25PM, Oh yeah! I do !!

‘you changed [sore loser] to [<3]’

[<3] 11:26PM, Hahaha cute

[<3] 11:26PM, Okay :))))

[<3] 11:26PM, I’ll give you what I owe you tomorrow after we go doctors ;) <3

[you] 11:27PM, perfect

[<3] 11:27PM, Yeah, perfect :))

[New Message] from <3 9:34AM, Yeah, oops. Not so perfect..... omg I’m sorry

[you] 9:34AM, yeah your arm is like jelly its weird

[<3] 9:34AM, Hahahahaha

[<3] 9:34AM, In three weeks then?

[New Message] from <3 9:36AM, You can’t just leave me on read !!!!!!!!!

[You are Video Calling <3 ...] 9:36AM

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yoon-kooks · 5 years

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Witch Hazel- Pt.3

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: FanficWriter!Jungkook, Idol!Reader, College!AU, Angst, Fluff

Summary: There are two students in your art class with a secret: you and the quiet Jeon Jungkook. You’re a problematic idol singer, infamous for your ice cold reputation and perpetual resting bitch face; he’s the artist and author behind the viral comic series based on a certain ice queen idol. After a blowup of destructive rumors, lost motivation and inevitable solitude, you stumble upon Jungkook’s comic and find a new and unexpected light.

Word Count: 2.7k

Parts: 1 // 2 // 3 // 4 // 5 // 6 // ?

A/N: i made an unintentional dragon ball z reference at the end of the previous chapter, and now this chapter is loaded with anime references LMAO dont worry if you arent familiar with dbz or sailor moon though!💖

As you approach the entrance to the mall, you have but one wish: Taehyung better show up before Jungkook. Not because you prefer Taehyung, but because you’re terrible at handling small talk and conversation—especially with a timid introvert like Jungkook. You’d rather leave it up to talkative Taehyung to prevent any awkward silences.

Unfortunately for you, however, your wish is not granted. Instead, you spot a bespectacled boy in a bucket hat and white shirt (not a hoodie for once!) sitting on a bench and taking pictures on his phone right outside of the mall. He doesn’t seem to notice you until he looks up from his phone and you’re standing right there with a tiny wave hello. Flustered, he adjusts his glasses and waves back, but that’s the extent of your greetings to one another.

So for the longest thirteen minutes of your life, a huge gap of nothingness sits between you and Jungkook on a wooden bench outside of the mall, waiting for Taehyung to show up. The boy resumes taking photos of the blue sky and the mall itself. You don’t get what’s so photo-worthy about an ordinary sky and the generic architecture of the mall. But then again, this is a boy who also probably has 256GB of storage space dedicated to pictures of his favorite idol (one of which is his lockscreen)—and you certainly don’t understand the appeal of Snow. Therefore, you do not bother asking the boy about his reasons for wasting storage space on certain photos. You wouldn’t understand anyway.

And since Jungkook is too busy using his phone for photos at one end of the bench, you decide to use your phone to text the missing boy from the opposite end of the bench.

10:13AM Y/N “Taehyung, it’s past 10. Where are you??”

10:14AM Taehyung “On my way baby. And don’t worry, I promise I’ll make it worth the wait 😉”

As both a desired and disliked idol, you’ve been called a lot of things: beauty, bitch, babe, ice queen, slut, witch. And you’ve put up with it because you feel like, to some degree, you brought it upon yourself. But you’re wondering what you did to deserve a “baby” from Taehyung. Because the last thing you want is for someone who’s kind-of-not-really your friend to make any sort of romantic advances on you when they know nothing about you.

10:15AM Y/N “Who are you calling baby.”

10:16AM Taehyung “?”

10:17AM Taehyung “But you were fine with it the other night 🍆💦”

10:18AM Jungkook “monkaS”

10:19AM Taehyung “Wait”

10:19AM Y/N “What’s a monkas”

10:20AM Taehyung “Oops wrong chat LOL”

10:21AM Taehyung “Anyway I already told you guys yesterday that I wasn’t coming to the group project thing. I’m busy.”

He sends a screenshot of the group chat where he very clearly had said he wasn’t free. You must’ve missed that text somehow—a fatal mistake on your end because now you’re alone at the mall with Jungkook and it’s damn near impossible to talk to that kid when you can’t even relate to him. At least Taehyung could’ve broken the ice, but of course he’s too busy getting laid.

10:22AM Y/N “Can’t you fuck around later?”

10:23AM Jungkook “poggers”

10:24AM Y/N “What’s a poggers”

10:24AM Taehyung “Sorry I need at least 2 business days to cancel or change an appointment. I’m a man of my word, not a monster ¯\_(ツ)_/¯”

10:25AM Taehyung “But have fun on your date without me~”

10:26AM Jungkook “it’s not a date”

10:26AM Y/N “It’s not a date.”

At least you and Jungkook can both agree that it isn’t a date. But that doesn’t change the fact that you’re stuck hanging out with him for a few hours to “get to know each other” for your stupid art project. How are you even supposed to get to know the boy when there’s nothing to talk about?

“What’s a monkas and poggers?” you ask, because your antisocial mind can’t think of anything else to say once the spam of text messages ends.

“Oh that…” Jungkook looks back down at his phone, scrolling through the text conversation to track down his cryptic messages. “It just means like oh my god and stuff.”

“In what language?” you attempt to keep the small talk going. But from the look of Jungkook’s shifty eyes, it seems you’ve probed too far.

“Gaming... language…”

“Oh.” As far as you can tell by his brief responses, the boy would rather not elaborate further. So you let the conversation die.

Instead, the two of you begin wandering around the mall, hoping it’ll spark any sort of conversation. Of course it doesn’t.

At least not initially.

For exactly 16 minutes (you would know because you’d been checking your phone every other minute as if time would pass any faster that way), you and Jungkook aimlessly walk around the mall without saying a word. And it isn’t until a new shop fills Jungkook’s eyes with sparkles that you spot an opportunity to make something happen.

The shop window is decorated with the cutest recognizable characters: Pikachu, Totoro, Naruto, Sailor Moon, and all their friends. The boy appears to have his eye on the green dragon summoned from seven Dragon Balls. He doesn’t say anything, but it’s obvious he’s interested.

Knowing him, he’d say no if you asked him if he wanted to go inside, in fear of being a burden and wasting your time. So you find a loop hole.

“Let’s go in here,” you say. He nods, obediently following you in but keeping a safe distance. While he’d say no to his own desires, he has a hard time saying no to what everyone else wants. Sounds familiar.

The first thing you see when you walk in is the magic girl section. As someone who grew up admiring Sailor Moon, you would’ve liked to have scouted out that section for nostalgic purposes. The only thing stopping you is the hoard of weebs in that corner. Jungkook, on the other hand, goes right in.

As he joins the frenzy over waifus and body pillows, you shake your head and make a U-turn towards the section with ninjas, pirates, dragon slayers, and Saiyans. The seven plastic Dragon Balls call out to you, just as they had to Jungkook before he got distracted by pink-haired heroines. If you could have one wish granted with the magic of the Dragon Balls, what would you even wish for? There’s not much that you want, except for maybe a life you don’t feel ashamed of. But not even magic would be able to help you with that.

Sighing, you pick up a display model of one of the Dragon Ball fighters and replace his natural black hair with spiky blonde hair to transform him into a Super Saiyan, an almighty hero to protect the world.

“What exactly is the science behind turning blonde when they unleash their Super Saiyan strength?” you mumble to yourself… and the quiet boy next to you. He has a tiny shopping bag with him, so at least you know he didn’t splurge on a body pillow.

“From an artist’s perspective, it makes it easier for people to distinguish between different power levels. Especially in the comics where it’s black and white, so…” Jungkook’s rambling fades out when he realizes you might not be interested in his weeby-artist mind.

“That makes sense,” you say, still fumbling around with the Super Saiyan’s spiky blonde hair. You’d thought maybe it meant something more significant. As if changing one’s appearance could make them stronger by hiding who they really are. “But I suppose not all plot details need to be that deep.”

He nods and picks up another Dragon Ball character, the bald kid with six dots on his head, and wiggles it in your direction. “Is this the kind of anime you’re into?”

You can’t help but sneer at the random but mysterious six dots on the bald head. “This and Sailor Moon.”

Jungkook’s magic girl radar goes off when you mention Sailor Moon. “Oh, so like heroes and stuff?”

“I guess,” you answer, though you’ve never really thought about it that way. It’s not like you intentionally sought out for anything involving superheroes, but it’s something you’d always been naturally drawn to. “Though it seems a bit childish to say it out loud, doesn’t it?”

“I’m sure everyone has wished to be a hero at some point in their life,” the boy says, glancing back at the seven Dragon Balls. “After all, heroes give us something to admire and believe in.”

“Exactly.” You set the Super Saiyan back down on the shelf and stare at the glammed-up Sailor Moon beauties from afar. For just a split second, you’re reminded of your fateful decision to become Snow. “Kind of like idols, right?”

Jungkook flinches, clutching onto his shopping bag as if you’re lowkey judging him for being obsessed with not only pretty idols, but also pretty magic girls. You weren’t planning on bringing up the topic of idols because it can be quite toxic for yourself, but it somehow slipped out of your mouth in the presence of the biggest Snow fanboy. Oops.

“Yeah, kinda…” He lets out a half-laugh, but it sounds forced, only to fill another round of awkward silence as you both exit the anime shop. Great, you’ve brought up another touchy subject and now the boy’s back on lockdown. And just when the two of you were starting to get on the same page.

“I mean… I used to look up to the Sailor Moon characters… because they were my idols… my heroes…” you stumble over your words in an attempt to salvage any momentum you had built up with Jungkook. Surely this is something the weeb can relate to and not feel bad about now that you’ve exposed a bit of your dark past.

“Really?” He tilts his head and eases his grip on the shopping bag. “Who’s your bias—I mean favorite—of the Sailor Scouts?”

You assume he’s asking because your favorite can say a lot about you. Do you prefer crybabies like Sailor Moon, smarties like Mercury, hotheads like Mars, muscles like Jupiter, or perhaps the one who fantasizes over becoming an idol? “Sailor Venus.”

Before responding, Jungkook shuffles through his shopping bag and pulls out a tiny keychain of Sailor Venus with her pretty long hair and orange sailor suit. “Me too.”

You wonder what that says about Jeon Jungkook.

By the time lunch comes around, long silences still follow into the food court but somehow you feel less pressure to fill in the gaps. You’re simply okay with being in the boy’s company. Something about it is almost as refreshing as the iced tea you’re sipping on.

As you down your drink, you stare intently at the tall stack of pancakes across from you. The boy’s plate of fluffy delicacies has to be quadruple the size of your tiny salad bowl that you ordered out of habit.

“Um… do you want some?” Jungkook points to his pancakes, but his eyes are glued to your lips—probably because of the drool and not because you share the same pout as Snow.

“No thanks, I’m trying to eat healthier, and I already splurged on pancakes the other day,” you sigh. Even though you've taken a step back from idol life, you feel the need to maintain your image and health for the sake of fans who may worry about you. It’s in your blood, and sometimes you hate yourself for it. “But honestly, you’re really tempting me, you know.”

“Here.” Before you can refuse, Jungkook plops one of his pancakes onto the rim of your salad bowl. “It kinda defeats the purpose of dieting if it makes you unhappy, right? But that’s why cheat days exist~”

“That’s true.” You take a single bite of your pancake, savoring its subtle sweetness. You can’t remember the last time you found pure bliss in something as simple as pancakes without worry. “Thanks, Jung-”

You’re cut off by the fact that the boy’s stack of pancakes vanished, only leaving traces of syrup on the plate and a cute little crumb on the corner of his lips.

“Did you just inhale all your food while I took one (1) bite?”

He swallows the food in his mouth and takes a sip of his milk. “Maybe.”

You don’t know whether to be shocked or impressed, but it made you giggle either way. “You’re a funny guy, you know that?”

Flustered, the boy scurries off to dispose of his food tray. You rarely hand out compliments, and maybe this is why. It probably seems too out of character for someone like yourself, and Jungkook’s fragile little heart can’t handle it.

You punch yourself in the face until Jungkook walks back to the table. Seeing as you’ve only started making a dent in your lunch, he captures a few more photos on this phone, this time of the mall interior and food court. Then he pulls out his sketchbook.

He begins by mapping out a blank page with light lines and dots. Little by little, he adds in the tables, the people, the food. And before you know it, he has the whole food court sketched out and you haven’t even touched your salad yet.

“Are you into architecture? Or like exterior & interior design?” You don’t exactly know the proper art terms for whatever Jungkook’s drawing, but it would explain why he always seems to be taking photos of wherever he goes.

“Yeah, architecture and design are cool.” He shrugs and doesn’t sound all that convincing. So he diverts the spotlight back onto you. “By the way, I mean this in the least offensive way possible, but you’re not an art major, right?”

“Are you saying that because I’m shitty at art?” you pretend to be offended, but you know he’s not the malicious type. “Or because I’m always carrying a guitar to class?”

“The latter.” You see a tiny smirk on the boy’s face as he continues to add in details to his sketch. He’d never say it, but you can tell he’s also thinking your art is complete trash. “Is it music theory? Or just guitar? Or songwrit-”

Bing! Your phone notification saves you from a potentially loaded question about an uncertain future in music, and you couldn’t be more grateful. It’s a new Witch Hazel update from jk.seagull.

You glance over to Jungkook, expecting him to have the same notification on his phone. But he doesn’t. “I would’ve expected you of all people to have notifications turned on for Witch Hazel.”

“Really? Is it because you think I’m that in love with Snow?” It’s Jungkook’s turn to pretend to be offended. You’re glad to see him lightening up and not taking things to heart.

“Are you not in love with Snow?” you tease. Jungkook freezes and so do you. Why the fuck would you ever ask him if he’s in love with an extension of yourself? You don’t want to hear the answer because it’ll hurt you either way. “Nevermind, don’t answer that.”

You quickly skim jk.seagull’s beautiful comic-style artwork and stop at a panel of Snow and the new bunny boy character squaring up.

“But doesn’t this look like something right up your alley?” You flip your phone around to let the boy see the cute art.

“Does it?” Jungkook looks up from his sketchbook and puts down his pencil.

“Yeah, it feels like it would be more your style than realistic architecture would,” you say, although his sketch of the food court is somehow more gorgeous than the actual food court itself. “But I don’t know… You’d be fine with anything in the art field, to be honest.”

To your surprise, the boy shakes his head at your phone screen. “I’m not cut out for something like that.”

“Coming from the best artist in our class,” you say unconvinced. He has to be joking. Or maybe just overly modest. “Obviously I don’t know how you are with storytelling and stuff, but your art is undeniably incredible. And you have a lot of passion and knowledge for comics and anime…”

“Thanks, Y/N, but I don’t think that’s the problem.”

#bts scenarios #bts fanfic #bts imagines #bts angst #bts fluff #jungkook fanfic #jungkook x reader #bts college au #jungkook #bts #bangtan #witch hazel

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jeserai · 5 years

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burnt sugar (1/8)

Adora frowns down at her phone and skims through the proposition again: someone is willing to pay whatever amount to take a girl to a family dinner. The price is negotiable, and it starts out at $1,000. There’s a phone number listed, too, but that’s the only way to contact...whoever it is.

or, catra needs a date and adora needs money

Adora blinks the sleep from her eyes as the customer in front of her finally finishes paying and leaves; she shuffles up to the register and haphazardly drops her miniature mountain of ramen and soda onto the counter. It’s definitely not the healthiest meal she’s ever had, and she knows she’ll have to go to the gym extra early before classes tomorrow to make up for it, but it’s already later than late and she’s exhausted. Today seemed extra long even if it was just the same as usual: first her morning exercise, then classes, fencing practice, and an evening shift at Bright Moon—it’d all left her feeling more drained than usual, and she hasn’t even touched her homework yet.

The cashier looks just as out of it as Adora feels, scanning all of her items and barely containing a huge yawn as she does so. “Swipe or insert your card when you’re ready,” she says, and Adora pulls her card out from her phone case, chewing on the inside of her cheek as she swipes it. She’s pretty sure she has enough money, but she doesn’t get paid until Friday, and—

The machine beeps a harsh decline, and Adora feels the back of her neck begin to heat up as she swipes her card again. She’s hoping to god that it was just the machine, that it’s just a dumb mistake, but her card is declined again and god, she’s never been more embarrassed in her life. Luckily, when she takes a quick glance behind her, no one is in line, and Adora gives the cashier her most winning smile as she says, “Can I just—I have to add money to my card, it’ll take just a minute.”

The cashier—Mermista, her name tag reads—shrugs and pulls her phone from her pocket. “Sure, whatever, I’m stuck here until midnight anyway,” she grumbles, and Adora gives her another apologetic smile before pulling out her phone and texting her group chat.

Ado-ra (22:08): can someone send me $$$ real quick i mat the store and my card got declined :(

B♥w (22:08): D: of course and don’t worry about paying back !!

Glim! (22:09): tell us if you need more !!

Almost immediately, Adora’s phone lights up with two notifications—Bow and Glimmer have both sent her money, and before she can just about melt into a little puddle of embarrassment, she loads the money onto her card and slides it into the machine again. This time, the transaction goes through.

Ado-ra (22:13): thank u sm :(((( i love u guys

B♥w (22:14): awww we love u too!!

“Ugh, how do you get someone to stop trying to ask you out?” Mermista groans suddenly; she’s scowling at her phone, and as Adora watches, she huffs and puts it facedown on the counter. “He won’t stop texting me.”

“Maybe just tell him you’re not interested?”

Mermista looks away, still frowning, but this time, it seems forced, like she’s trying to bite back a softer expression. “I can’t do that, he’s…”

Ah. What would Glimmer and Bow say here? “I don’t really have much experience with relationships, but can you try to just talk to him about it? If he really likes you, he should understand if you need more time, or a smaller gesture, or whatever else you need. And if he doesn’t understand that, then he doesn’t deserve you.”

Mermista glances up, startled, a soft little smile melting the stoniness of her face. “That’s so sweet, thank you. Here, let me—” she cuts herself off to bag Adora’s things, slipping in a chocolate bar despite Adora’s weak protests.

Glim! (22:23): what time are you coming home?

Ado-ra (22:23): leaving the store now :) im just talking to the casheir, shes really nice

B♥w (22:23): hurry home we miss u

"Thank you again," Mermista says as Adora grabs her bags, "really. I'm going to try talking to him tomorrow."

"You don't have to thank me—I really do hope it goes well with him!" Adora's phone buzzes in her pocket, but she ignores it in favor of giving Mermista another big smile again. "Tell me how it goes if I see you again, okay?"

"Sure, I guess, yeah." But she's still smiling, and she even waves when Adora heads out the door.

Ado-ra (22:25): omw now :)

The walk from the convenience store to her apartment is blessedly short; one of the perks of living so close to campus is that everything is in such close proximity—a double blessing since Bow is the only one with a car. If she’s being honest with herself, Adora doesn’t really mind the walk, tells herself it’s extra training, and really, it is. It also gives her time to think, time to be alone—because as much as she loves Bow and Glimmer, she needs time by herself, time to be quiet and reflect and just be. Tonight’s going to be another long night, though. Adora sighs and pockets her phone, hefts her bag up, and begins to walk home.

When she gets home, Bow is lying curled up on the couch, headphones in as he focuses on his laptop, typing something—probably the paper he’s been procrastinating. He flashes Adora a bright smile when he sees her, but otherwise doesn’t say anything, and Adora waves and leaves him be, heading straight to her room and dumping her stuff at the end of her bed. She’s tempted to go straight to sleep, but Adora forces herself to go shower, to heat up her ramen, to sit at their tiny table with her textbooks and laptop. She forces herself to work until Glimmer gently shakes her awake, sleep in her eyes and softness on her lips. The clock on the other side of the room glares out 3:06am and Adora lets herself be tugged and pushed into her bed with not even a single protest.

When she wakes up, it’s six minutes before her alarm is supposed to go off, and Adora spends them staring at the ceiling, mentally going through her day. She’ll walk to the gym, breakfast—a granola bar and a smoothie—in hand, and once at the gym, she’ll do a mile warmup run, work her legs for half an hour, and her core for another half hour, then do a mile cooldown run. Bow will pick her up at around 8 for classes, then she’ll go to practice, and since it’s Friday, she doesn't have work, so she’ll only go to the gym again for another hour. Maybe she’ll head to the library afterwards and do her work there so she won’t fall asleep, or—

Adora’s phone interrupts her thoughts, and with a heavy sigh, she sits up and gets ready to start the day, moving quietly because she knows that Glimmer and Bow are still sleeping. Right before she heads out, she grabs the lunch Bow had made her yesterday and starts the coffee machine for Glimmer, then grabs her stuff and heads to the gym.

The best thing about being at the gym so early—6:15am, an ungodly hour, according to her roommates—is that no one else is there, and Adora works out in peace, losing herself in her ragged breaths and the sweat dripping down her forehead, the pounding of her heartbeat and the familiar burn of her muscles being pushed further, further. She’s always enjoyed working out: the discipline it takes, the soreness the day after, seeing the slow and steady progress—but the gym has become something of her own private space. Glimmer practically breaks out into hives when Adora even thinks about working out, and while Bow enjoys exercise, just half of a session with Adora had him ready to quit. So the gym is hers, now.

When Adora finally takes a break for water, she grabs her phone as well to see a few messages from the group chat.

B♥w (6:49): sooo

B♥w (6:50): guess what I found!

Ado-ra (7:03): what?

B♥w (7:04): [link shared]

B♥w (7:04): read it!!!

Ado-ra (7:05): will after i finish up here :)

B♥w (7:06): :(((

B♥w (7:07): fine…..

Adora allows herself one more moment to rest, then goes back to work, and this time, she doesn’t stop until Bow calls out her name from the doorway of the gym. From there, it’s their usual routine: while Adora takes a quick shower and changes into her school clothes, he puts away all of the equipment she’d used, then talks to the girl at the desk until Adora comes out, ready to go. Then they both say goodbye to Perfuma and head out to Glimmer’s car.

“So,” Bow drags out the word, “did you read it?”

“Oh!” Adora digs her phone out of her pocket and finds the link again, glancing over to see Bow glancing back at her in quick bursts as he drives. “I’ll read it now.”

That earns her a satisfied smile, and as Bow fiddles with the radio, Adora reads the article he’s sent her. And it’s—”What, is this a joke?”

“I don’t think so, and even if it is, what’s the worst that can happen? You meet them someplace public and say no. Me and Glimmer can even go too, just in case.”

“You’re not doing it for nothing,” Bow reasons, “you have to go to the dinner to get the money anyway.”

“The base price is $1,000, Bow! That much money for one dinner? Whoever this is, they have to be crazy!”

“Maybe they’re just rich—” Bow cuts himself off as he pulls into the parking lot, and Adora lets him concentrate as he parks before he finishes with, “Rich people do things like that, don’t they?”

Adora frowns and shakes her head, uses the moments spent getting out of the car to think. “I don’t know, Bow…” and to placate him, she promises, “I’ll think about it, though.”

“You don’t have to do it, I’m not trying to pressure you or anything! I just thought it wouldn’t hurt to at least tell you about it, y’know?”

And yeah, Adora knows. “I promise I’ll think about it.”

And think about it she does, all through her classes, all through fencing practice. She thinks about the ludocrity of the situation, thinks about how much money they’re offering. Thinks about Bow’s offer to go along with her to the meeting, thinks about how it’s just one dinner. Thinks about her card being declined, and having to ask her roommates for money. And she decides.

Adora manages to wait until she’s halfway to the gym to text the number.

(next)

#she ra #shera #catradora #my writing #dont let this flop (pensive emoji)#burnt sugar

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supergraphicultramoderngirl · 5 years

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when i watch the world burn

a chaptered fic, inspired by the album “doom days” by bastille

summary: The world is ending in six hours, how do the GHC and friends manage and cope?

word count of chapter: 1,650

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chapter 1: quarter past midnight

“before it falls apart, help me piece it all together”

The alert came out at 12:15am, or at least it did in Shadyside.

Out of the Good Hair Crew and friends, Buffy was the first to see it. She was unable to sleep, a usual occurrence for her lately, up late thinking about a million things at once, when she heard a notification go off on her phone. She didn’t think much of it, she usually only got notifications in the middle of the night if it was a GHC emergency, so she picked it up and turned it on. That’s when everyone’s life changed.

Scientists have alerted the public of a large asteroid heading directly for Earth, caught too late to try to prevent any detrimental circumstances. It is expected to hit at 6:47am EST. This is the end of the world, prepare yourselves as best you can. -Alert received 12:15am

Buffy’s hand covered her mouth as she gasped in surprise. She immediately went to the group chat to text them, “Let me know when you’ve heard the news.” She then ran to her parents’ room and hugged them as tight as possible, sobbing.

“Whoa, honey, what’s wrong?” her mother asked, brushing Buffy’s hair out of her face.

“The world is ending,” she replied through broken sobs.

“Buff, whatever it is that’s bothering you, I’m sure it’s not that bad,” her dad responded.

“Check your phones. Turn on the TV, I’m sure it’s on there too,” Buffy retorted, still crying.

They both turn to look at their phones, reading the message, then turn back to their daughter in one of the biggest hugs they’ve had.

“This is it.”

•••

Andi was the next to find out.

She woke up about two minutes after the alert was issued, a restless itch in her bones that she couldn’t manage. She picked up her phone to see Buffy’s text.

News? What n— oh.

She scrolled down a bit to see the alert. After she read it, she dropped the phone as if it would burn her with just a small touch. Of course, tonight was the one night Bex and Bowie went out to have a night to themselves, at the music festival they’d been looking forward to all month. It should be over by now, right? Andi thought as she picked the phone back up to call them, hoping that they would answer.

Oh, thank god. “Hey, what’s up, honey? We’re driving back right now,” Bowie’s voice rang through the phone.

“Have you gotten the alert?” Andi replied, panicked.

“What alert?”

“Just turn off your aux and put on the radio, I’m sure it’s announcing it on there,” Andi sighed.

She counted the seconds while waiting for her parents to respond, getting to thirteen until Bex cut in, “We’re almost there, okay? We’re here for you, Andi.”

That’s what made her break into sobs.

•••

Soon after Andi was Jonah.

He was outside, wandering about, trying to get his mind off things, off certain people, ready to start skateboarding, when he got the alert on his phone. He scanned it over, and immediately grew panicked. He didn’t want to go home, couldn’t go home, not while his parents were still mad at him, not while they didn’t know about his panic attacks as he was almost definitely about to have one. He tried to take in his surroundings, seeing if he was near any of his friends’ houses so they could help, and luckily enough, he spotted Buffy’s house just down the street. Had he really been wandering that far? Whatever, it doesn’t matter now. He shakily made his way over to her house, knocking on the door.

A tear-stained Buffy opened the door with, “Jonah, how are—“

“Buffy, help,” he pleaded through his gritted teeth.

Buffy straightened. “Oh my god, you’re having a panic attack, okay, um, come sit down,” she said, guiding him to a kitchen chair, “just remember to breathe. This will end, okay?”

Jonah nodded frantically, while Buffy’s parents were hurrying down the stairs. “Is everything alright?” her mom called.

“Can you grab a glass of water? Jonah’s having a panic attack,” Buffy responded.

Great, more people who know.

It took a few minutes, but he was able to calm down eventually. He took the glass from Buffy gratefully and leaned back into the chair.

Buffy squatted beside him. “I’m assuming you got the alert, then?”

“Yeah,” he whispered in reply. “I can’t believe it.”

“Me either.”

•••

Cyrus was the last to find out of the four of them.

He’d been asleep, actually, drained from being upset the entire day. He had to deal with seeing Kira drag TJ around everywhere, feeling simultaneously disappointed and crushed. TJ’d apologized already, sure, but it wasn’t exactly in depth. It wasn’t the explanation Cyrus had been looking for. But, hey, they were on speaking terms at least, which was better than radio silence. Maybe.

Anyway, he’d been having a nightmare, so he was honestly grateful for being shaken awake, that is, until he found out why.

“Cyrus, your dad and stepmom are on their way. Everyone’s just gotten a notification that the world is ending, get up. We’re spending the last few hours together.”

It was as if his brain went on overload. The world was ending? Impossible. He’d never even gotten to experience his adult life, he’d never made up entirely with his friends, hell, he never even had a boyfriend. He hadn’t lived. And now he’d never get the chance.

He broke into sobs in his mother’s arms, but in all honestly, the only thing he felt was an overwhelming sense of numbness. He felt grief for himself. No, not just himself, for him and all of his friends who never got to finish their stories, either.

“Mom, can I just text my friends? See if they’re alright?” He asked, pulling away a bit.

“Of course. I’ll go wait downstairs. And if you want to see them, that’s not an issue. I know how important they are to you,” she replied, pressing a kiss to the top of his head before making her way downstairs.

First, he replied to the group chat, but after he pulled up a contact he hadn’t sent anything to in weeks.

“Hey, TJ, are you holding up alright? Have you seen it?”

•••

TJ and Amber found out at the same time.

TJ had been having a nightmare for the fourth night in a row, over the same thing again and again. It was of him trying to thoroughly explain Costume Day to Cyrus, but the boy would just get disgusted and angry at him and never speak to him again. Amber had woken him up and calmed him down each time, and this time she was fed up with it, she needed to know what was bothering her brother.

“I know something’s up, just tell me what’s going on, Teej. You can trust me.”

He twiddled his thumbs in his lap, looking down at them. “I know I can trust you, but I don’t know if you’ll hate me.”

“Impossible.”

He took a deep, shaky breath, squeezing his eyes shut. “I’m gay.”

“Okay? Me too,” she replied simply.

TJ’s bloodshot eyes widened. “What?”

“I am a massive lesbian, is this surprising to you?” Amber joked.

“Um, kind of?” TJ replied, exasperated. “So I could’ve been talking to you about this whole situation the entire time. Great.”

“What situation?” Amber asked, leaning forward to pay attention.

“Basically, this girl noticed how I acted around Cyrus and then implied she would out me if I didn’t do a costume with her instead of him. She probably just wanted to get on the basketball team or something since Buffy kicked her off the girls’ one,” TJ explained.

“I’m gonna kill her,” Amber deadpanned.

“What? You don’t even know her na—“ TJ was cut off from a notification on his phone.

“Who’s texting you this late?” Amber asked as TJ read the alert.

“Not a text,” he replied slowly as he passed her the phone to read it.

After doing so, she nearly drops it on the bed. “Oh my god.”

“That’s it, it’s just over? We don’t get to live the rest of our lives? What the hell?” TJ began yelling, getting up to pace around the room.

“Teej, there’s nothing we can do about it, we might as well just face it, right?” Amber asked, trying to calm him down for the second time that night.

“You don’t get it, Amber, I’m going to die while Cyrus isn’t talking to me. I’m gonna die with him mad at me. The only person I’ve felt real feelings for is going to die without me,” TJ ranted.

“We still have a little over six hours, right? You can still talk to him. And if he gets mad at you over it, we’re all gonna be dead in six hours anyway,” she reasoned.

“You’re right. You’re totally right.” TJ stopped pacing.

“You’re not gonna talk to him, are you?”

“What am I even supposed to say? I—“

His phone went off with another notification sound.

“—am gonna kill my phone if it keeps interrupting me. Pass it over.”

He quickly scanned it over, then looked up at Amber. “It’s Cyrus.”

“Well, what are you doing? Answer him!” Amber exclaimed.

“Yeah, I’ve seen it. I’ve got Amber with me, at least, but I’d at least like to see everyone one last time, yanno?”

•••

The six kids decided to meet up then, for one last hurrah, in the downtown area near the Spoon.

They all ran towards each other in a massive group hug, all holding each other tightly, sobs falling from each of them.

“I’m gonna miss you all so much,” Andi whispered.

“Hey, we still have six hours,” Buffy replied softly. “Let’s make them count.”

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song for the chapter:

#andi mack #tyrus #ambi #juffy #cyrus goodman #tj kippen #amber andi mack #amber kippen #andiman #buffy driscoll #jonah beck #when i watch the world burn fic #my fic #my writing #fic

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