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neoheros · 4 years

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how would haikyuu boys handle getting shipped with a friend on tiktok? feat. kuroo tetsuro

kuroo tetsuro has a crippling tiktok addiction and he’s in denial about it but everyone around him knows because all he does in his free time is get on that app

that’s canon i’m not arguing with anyone about this

he’s the kind of guy to fall asleep from scrolling through his fyp and the moment he wakes up he looks for his phone under his pillow to watch more lmaooo

so anyways

you share classes with him and he’s not really the kind of guy to have crushes especially on people he’s not close with

but then one day he’s on his fyp and he stumbles on one of your videos

and he’s just like ?? woah

he recognizes you obvi, he’s not one to talk to people out of his friend group but he’s not completely ignorant to everyone else

he immediately sees that you have indeed quite the following and have almost majority of your posts going viral

so yea you can say he’d notice you more in class now

at first it was subtle, looking at you more when he’s spacing out or paying close attention to you when you’re reciting

he doesn’t even notice how he includes you more in his thought process until the day kenma pointed it out to him how he’s been a bit more distracted lately

he brushed it off thinking it wasn’t really anything serious

but then boy Oh boy !!!

he started noticing the fact that you’ve got a really nice room in your vids and your fave led lights are the red ones since you almost always use them

he’s also really into the fact that you upload more on comedic videos than dancing ones

but HONEY when you posted your take on the dance trend of savage by megan thee stallion ,,, he was GONEEEE !!!

he sent that video to kenma like five times in a row with the caption “aha brb gonna LIVE for this woman 😗✌️”

kenma be like: simp city population - u

at this point he just accepts it, like flat out he took it within himself to UNDERSTAND how much he’s crushing on you and kenma asks him if he’s gonna do anything about it and he’s like ????

like he gets how awesome he is and stuff cause duh captain of the volleyball team and most probably the most beautiful man on campus but you’re also really good in class and very attractive

not to mention that you’ve never even looked his way before

he was hurt, man !!

only he could feel as rejected as someone who actually did get rejected

nevertheless, he got over that and just woke up one day telling himself that he was gonna shoot his shot anyway !!

so one day in class, right after the lunch bell rang, he took a deep breath and rummaged his insides for every drip of confidence he could muster

he walked to your seat and you were kinda surprised because this boy right here has never once talked to you before

his opening line was “can i sit here?”

you were still really confused but then he said something about wanting to be friends and your heart was just really warm cause !!!! that’s so NICE !!

and he mentioned how he knew you from tiktok since you practically lived on his fyp

you were really embarrassed and he got to see in action how your ears turn really red when you get shy

kuroo, internally: “that’s so FUCKEN CUTE !!!!!”

he had to reassure you that it was indeed really cool that you made bomb ass tiktoks

you were so grateful cause like one minute you were having a terrible day because of your stupid teacher then bam this 6’2 beauty of a man came swooping in telling you you were terrific

you two became friends after that and it made you really happy to have someone as cool as kuroo as your best friend

kuroo likes to sit with you at lunch except when you’re with other people then he gets a bit dejected so he’s just “well damn maybe tomorrow then”

it’s all good though cause he has invited you to numerous of his practices and that’s when you SEE how amazing this man is at volleyball

one day you’re like “hey wanna do a tiktok with me?”

and he’s like “the one where you kiss me?”

you, flushed: DIPSHIT WHY WOULD YOU SAY THAT !!!!1!1!1!!

you guys do the one where you dance to supalonely by benee

it went OFF !!! 700k likes and a solid ass 2.7M views because apparently the viewers really like it when kuroo dances next to you in his varsity uniform and has sweat dripping on his forehead

your comments for the next two weeks are just like “bro post another one with kuroo please PLEASE”

kuroo: guess people just like me more :)

you: leave my mentions <3

sometimes you’d get people replying to your videos with “you and kuroo look really good together”

you see them but you most likely ignore it because even if you did know how much you liked kuroo, you didn’t wanna jeopardize the friendship, yk?

anyhow due to popular demand, you include him in your videos again and every time you do they always go viral !!!

it’s very cute especially when you do the ones where you snapchat him song lyrics and he answers even if he does know it’s a trend

“can they please just get together already, we all know they’re pining but they’re too coward to say it !!”

you: ok u know what user9728182829 since u’r so good at this why don’t u be the one to make tiktoks at a volleyball court and dodge all those stray balls 😤

you were so fed up with it that you actually tell kuroo about the entirety of tiktok shipping the two of you together

he was worried that you were upset because people liked you and him dating that he thought maybe you just weren’t into him

BUT THEN !!!

because of the corona virus all the schools shut down and people were forced to stay in their houses for quarantine

it was sad that everything got cancelled and you weren’t allowed to see your friends anymore

but that’s ok cause kuroo insisted to facetime everyday

you: why can’t we just text

kuroo: because what if you forget what i look like 🥺

you: hey i’m not that blessed ❤️

it was like the quarantine never happened since you still saw and talked to him everyday

sometimes he’d show up at your place but refuse to come inside cause social distancing

this mfer threw rocks on your glass window just to get your attention once

kuroo: i got you those edible cookie dough in pints !!

you: omfg 🥺👉👈

then he chucks it at you because he ain’t boutta break the law to get you food 😤

it’s ok though you have really good reflexes and it only hit your elbow the first 2 times !!

you got it all on camera and posted it on tiktok and everyone in the comments were LIVID at the fact that you captioned it with “best friends b like”

“i just know that kuroo is punching the air right now.”

“imagine risking the corona and still being friend zoned.”

“when you realize kuroo is actually the president of simp city.”

other times he’d snap you at 3 in the morning asking if you want anything from starbucks

no one:

your snapchat dms at 3:28 am: you really went to bed you SN A KE !!

and when you wake up the next morning you find out that this guy is still awake and that he’s been chilling in the starbucks parking lot all morning !!!

that’s ok though because other than the fact that his sleep schedule is completely wrecked he still got you your venti strawberry acai refresher

you: thank you sm 🥺 what do i owe you

kuroo: a kiss on the cheek

you: you can have the drink back ❤️

that’s when the new tiktok trend started and people were posting the hottest guys on campus or revealing their crushes since 1st grade

you, feeling brave because school is cancelled: aight bet 😎

you do a tiktok hopping on the trend and you captioned it with “now that we aren’t coming back to school here are the boys from campus that i’d date for real”

you stall for the first 30 second by vibing to the music and when the beat drop !!

you showed a picture of kuroo and you put in the text “kinda missing him too”

you were extremely regretting this but numerous people already saw it and the comments went on and on about how unsurprising this was

press f ma’am

so one afternoon while kuroo was scrolling through his tiktok, he was surprised by the amount of notifications he was getting

cause he doesn’t even post videos ??

he’s only there to watch funny stuff and leave insulting comments on your posts cause he’s a good friend

he checks and they’re all just tags of him in this one video and he was kinda worried cause what if it was a hate post ??

but then he saw that it was yours and he’s less nervous !!!

kuroo, texting you: if you diss me in this one i’m posting the screenshot of you falling asleep on facetime

so he watches it and ??????????????

bro he went 🥺

before he messages you he went straight for the comments and !!!!!

“who knew it was kuroo before watching the whole video?”

“don’t be shy put some more photos of him !!”

“if kuroo duets this i’m gonna make sure to never fall in love unless its like this.”

“y’all he did it boys!! he graduated from the best friend zone!!”

he’s still really surprised by this and he really hopes you’re not kidding cause bro you??? like him????

thanks to that comment he saw, he decides to duet your video by using the same sound and doing the same dance with the same caption “now that we aren’t coming back to school here are the ones from campus that i’d date for real”

and they’re all just pictures of you 🥺

it blows up but before you see it on your fyp he’s already asking to facetime and when you answer you swear he’s just got the biggest smile in the world i’m :(

kuroo: lol remember when you publicly told majority of the internet how much you liked me

you: lol remember when you weren’t talking ❤️

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linorangge · 4 years

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Jaebeom as Your Boyfriend ! <3

(pls keep in mind this is a head canon !) requested by @cuzsadd :)

how you met:

- you worked at a cafe and he came by one day with jinyoung

- jinyoung noticed you glancing at jaebeom a lot and he told beom

- beom was like “,,,,,, ok ???”

- nd jinyoung was like “go talk to her”

- beom stared at you for a hot minute while u were making their drinks

- he thought u were cute

- when he went to get ur drinks you asked him where he got his ear piercings from

- he told u the place nd talked abt his ear piercing journey and stuff

- you thought he was so cool

- he smiled a lot during the convo

- you guys had a whole ass convo abt piercings

- the convo was so long the ice in jinyoung’s coffee had melted nd when jaebeom finally gave it to him, jinyoung was pissed LMAO

- “I shouldn't have told u to talk to her”

- he was joking ofc

- “I got her number tho”

- “rlly?”

- “yea look”

- u guys texted every other day and eventually u guys were like “lol what if we ,,,,,,,, got piercings together ,,,,,, jk ,,,,,,, unless”

- spoiler alert

- you did get piercings together

- u guys met up at the piercing shop

- you got an industrial ear piercing

- he got another cartilage piercing

- and then he was like “haha imagine if I got a nose piercing”

- nd u were like “do it”

- he was like “DEADASS”

- he impulsively got his nose pierced

- you held his hand for moral support

- he wasn’t afraid of the nose piercing, he just wanted an excuse to hold ur hand

- and he told u this after u guys paid nd left

- “I wasn't scared I just wanted to hold ur hand”

- u thought he was joking

- “oh ur serious”

- “yes dude, you’re seriously the prettiest girl I've ever met”

- u were screaming internally

- “ask me out then”

- “ok”

- “oK???”

- “how does Saturday sound?”

- “sounds great”

- skip to Saturday

- he took u to this lil canal nd u guys watched the stars while u floated in a lil boat

- u guys just talked

- u talked about everything and anything u could

- u learned more abt each other and the other’s personalities

- u realized he was actually a pretty introverted and serious guy

- at least for now

- afterwards u guys got dinner

- he drove u home nd showed u some material he’d been working on

- u genuinely rlly liked it nd it only made him so much cooler to u

- u guys went on a few more dates

- one day u hung out together at the mall

- he just kissed you out of nowhere and started holding ur hand

- and then he called u babe nd u were like

- “wait a damn min”

- “uhhh why the sudden pet name”

- “ur my gf”

- “u never asked me out”

- “I didn't???”

- this then prompted him to formally ask u to be his girlfriend

- u were in the middle of the food court and u were like🧍‍♀️

- u said yes ofc

- and then u continued with ur day

jaebeom as your boyfriend:

- where do I start

- he was serious at the beginning

- and the more u guys hung out together and the more he went over to ur house the more u realized how weird and random he was LMAO

- he randomly just asks u weird questions

- like actual shower thoughts come at of his mouth when ur alone with him

- “what does the inside of a colon look like?”

- “,,,,, jaebeom its literally 3am pls”

- “hold on I'm gonna google it”

- also texts u shower thoughts

- and u entertain it bc thats ur boyfriend, nd he makes u THINK

- he also just randomly texts u shit like

- “just walked past this old man wearing boxers in public, with literally no pants”

- “wtf”

- “ikr”

- ANYWAYS

- not a lot of pet names

- mostly calls u by ur name

- when he does he’ll call u babe or beautiful

- not very into pda

- he’ll hold ur hand nd give u cheek kisses and thats it basically

- he’s pretty private abt his love life, especially with u

- he’ll occasionally post u on social media with simple captions

- u don't hang with the sevens a lot but when u do, jinyoung ALWAYS makes sure he says something along the lines of “I DID THAT” “I MADE YALL DATE”

- jinyoung is pretty proud of himself

- when ur alone he loves to cuddle

- loves to kiss u

- lots of mouth kisses??

- he gives u so many forehead kisses

- he LOVESSSS when u play with his hair

- sometimes you’ll be like working on business emails or sum shit and he just lays next to you nd he's like

- “give me braids”

- nd ur like “okay ig”

- u actually ended up teaching him how to do braids nd French braids

- sometimes he spends too much time at the studio nd he doesn't have time to hang with u

- he takes u to the studio with him when this happens nd u sit there and work on ur own stuff

- u bring him food and drinks when he needs it

- sometimes u have to be like “ok bruh u have to go outside or something”

- nd u guys walk around or go to the park

- nd then u let him go back to the studio and wish him the best

- you've gotten into the habit of taking care of him bc sometimes he’s just BAD at it when he gets too deep in his work

the first time I love you was said:

- he said it first

- he was sick as FUCK

- I mean like sick sick

- mans was throwing up, diarrhea, cough, fever

- he was on the brink

- nd ofc u being the caring girlfriend u are

- u took care of him

- u were making him chicken soup

- he was in bed, full fever, face up with a rag on his head

- u brought him the soup and set it on the bedside table

- “I want to shower”

- u were VERY stuck

- “ok then”

- and u helped him undress himself and helped him shower

- u were cautious and u washed his hair for him and he washed his body

- u helped him out of the shower and u helped put new clothes on him

- and u helped him back into bed nd fed him the soup

- nd halfway through he just stared at u

- “what?”

- “I love you”

- u were stuck AS HELL

- but he was groggy and he had the softest smile on his face

- nd u could tell that even tho he was literally decaying

- he meant it

- although he was sick u still took care of him and helped him with everything

- “I love you too”

- beom was sick as hell but god he never felt happier

- nd then he threw up ur soup as u held his hair back

- but he was forever grateful

- he knew that he never wanted to leave ur side

- u were the best thing that had ever happened to him

- in conclusion

- jaebeom SOFTEST BF EVER

- lmk if yall want one of these for another member or for skz

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lithyena · 3 years

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What less social media is doing to me

I've deleted my Instagram app a month ago and it's been amazing. I've been using that app intensly for about 4 years, which was mostly a lot of fun, but I've also had my moments where I just wanted to delete it all. There were always things that made me stay though, like keeping up with my friends and just enjoying creating content. But I finally did it, the app is gone and I feel amazing.

The second I deleted it I was so relieved. I felt like I could breathe and this big chaotic and messy IG drawer in my head was free to go into the bin. Yes, Instagram was always swirling in my mind and ever since deleting it I've noticed just how much it's been present in there.

Chapter 1 • how social media can be toxic

I would spend so much time thinking about what I could post on my feed, what would look good, what place I could arrange aesthetically so I could take a nice picture. Sometimes taking pictures would take so much time, without even taking into account how much time I spent editing the pictures, deciding on what order I could post them in and what caption to use. Oh man, the CAPTIONS. I could not for the life of me ever come up with a caption. That shit must've taken up so much time of my life and I was often so fed up with that part of it, but I felt like I had to. It was a whole thing.

Next to that I would spend my days off doing makeup, putting outfits together and taking a million pictures just for the sake of posting some on IG. I did it solely for making content, I was setting a scene that just took so much effort. I didn't have to go anywhere or do it for myself, so it didn't go naturally, you know? It's hard to describe, but I hope you get the gist.

So like I said, I would dress up just for pictures and it would always make me so tired. It's a routine I got used to, but I didn't enjoy doing it. I'd get ready, take pictures, then edit them and be super tired because I've spent hours doing it. I never did it for myself and yes, while it is fun to look back on and see those aesthetically pleasing pictures, the joy of seeing that doesn't outweigh the negative feelings and effort it took to create them.

There is nothing wrong with taking time to create pictures of course, if you enjoy doing it, all the more power to you! It's just not something I'm going to do to myself anymore. I'll still dress up, but only if I have another reason for it, then the pictures will be a fun extra!

So yea, personally for me it's just become very toxic and it took up too much of my time. Not only because of what I've talked about, but also the fact that there's friends who post pictures and stories and me wanting to keep up with those aswell. It just became a bit too much.

Chapter 2 • the positive changes

There's so many things I want to do in my free time. Like keeping up with my hobbies, go outside and walk around in forests, doing things in life and really be present while doing so. When I was active on instagram I'd constantly think about creating content and with everything I did I'd debate whether or not it'd be fun to capture it for my story. Taking that away made me be so much more present, my mind is much more focused on the things that matter and spending my time not in front of a electric rectangle device has just become so precious.

Beautiful things I see or little moments I have are just for me now, they're not tainted by taking pictures of it and taking time to upload it to a silly social platform. It's just happening in the moment and I'm there to capture it into my memories alone. It's so nice.

Here are some things I've noticed since deleting the app:

• My mind isn't super chaotic anymore

• I register more that's going on around me, I'm more present in life

• I'm not as fussy about appearance

• I'm more positive

• there's no weight constantly dragging me down

• I just generally feel better about myself

It's the little things, like not caring as much about my hair anymore. I used to be so focused on the way it looked at all times, because you know, what if I felt like taking a picture? I just made everything so complicated for myself.

Now I care so much less about my hair and it's given me the freedom to play around with it a lot. Because if it doesn't look good it doesn't matter! The thing that matters most now is comfort and me having fun with it. But the funny thing is that it actually looks better now that I'm not being so careful with it anymore, haha!

I'm also taking so much less pictures of just insignificant shit. I don't need to keep up with an IG story or constantly search for pictures that look aesthetic enough to maybe post on my feed. I don't whip out my phone for every little thing and it just feels so freeing to not have that going on in my head all the time anymore.

Chapter 3 • put time in happy things

I was afraid of missing out, but every time I log onto Twitter now I'm just like 🤷 I really don't miss anything. It's just a lot of noise and useless information that I used to consume so much, but really don't see the need of consuming anymore. My quality of life doesn't increase from it so why would I interact with it? This doesn't apply to any of my friends though, I'm still happy to see their tweets and see how they're doing. They are the only reason I'm not off of Twitter yet too.

It's just weird. I used to be SO into instagram and social media in general, but when I think about it now I'm like what's the point. It kinda feels meaningless now. And I think that shows a lot of character development! I'm becoming a better version of myself and deciding to increase my own quality of living instead of choosing to share everything on the internet. It's one of the best things I've done for myself.

One last thing I'd like to mention is that I also have more time to read now! I haven't really done so yet, but I've started reading my all time favourite book again and it is just so nice. I've just gained a lot of time I used to spend scrolling through timelines, that I can now use to pick up reading and other hobbies I enjoy!

I'm sorry if this has become a long post! If you read it all the way through; just know that I appreciate you very much and I hope that if you're struggling with your relationship with social media you'll consider taking some time off, because I assure you that it'll be very refreshing for your soul. Even deleting your apps for a week will bring loads of change in your mental health!

The best thing you can do is to put your phone away and look around you and do things in real life! Take walks, do a puzzle you never got round to doing, start drawing things, read that one book you always wanted to start but didn't. There's lots of things to do that can make your life much more valuable to yourself. Social media is so toxic and I'm so thankful to myself to have stepped away from it.

I chose to live my life more authentically and that's such a wonderful decision I made. Life is precious and I'm here to live it! 🖤

#thoughts #social media #instagram

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donnerpartyofone · 3 years

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This is something I become irrationally angry about: not just the basic premise of this type of clickbait, which is usually something like "this fat person/ugly person/actual child is finally fuckable now, hooray", but just the phrasing bothers me. Why do I have to take a deep breath before I look at someone? Is it gonna be like the last one I ever take or something, so it's like hitting the bathroom before a long car trip? If my breathing is about to become seriously disturbed in some way, what fucking difference is it going to make if I took a deep breath BEFORE that happens? Am I supposed to store it up in my air bladder? I thought about it, and I'm pretty sure the only time anyone has ever instructed me to take a deep breath in real life either involved swimming, or a doctor doing something really painful to me that they want me to breathe through to help me deal with it, and I can't think of one single time that something happened to me and I thought, "Fuck, I really wish I had taken a deep breath right before that happened!" I also hate the ones that are like "TRY NOT TO GASP!", like why is this the don't gasp challenge? Who cares if I gasp? Is the suddenly-fuckable hasbeen tabloid victim gonna KNOW that I gasped and judge me for it, is she standing right behind me watching me unzip my fly as I eagerly prepare to click on the DON'T GASP thing? What's all this gasping about anyway, what am I, an old church lady? That's part of what I hate about it, like the caption is so infantile and dotty with all this "gasping" bullshit, yet the implication is that I'm going to gasp for a really fucking sleazy reason. I'm always trying to imagine the ideal target of these things, like the person that the copy seems to describe, looking at weather channel dot com and stopping dead when he sees an old picture of a former overweight child star with this caption suggesting that something really horny is going to happen when he clicks on the picture, and he's thinking, "AH, BUT SURELY I SHALL NOT GASP AT THE SIGHT OF A GROWNUP NATALIE FROM FACTS OF LIFE, NO, GASPING IS NOT SOMETHING I WOULD EVER DO...AND YET...OH MY GOLLY! I DID NOT THINK THAT I WOULD GASP, BUT GOSH, I HAVE SURELY GASPED! A GASP HAS ESCAPED MY LIPS THIS DAY! THESE DARN CLEVER INTERNET GUYS DID BEAT ME AGAIN, YEA VERILY BUT I DID GASP *furious fapping and squelching noises*" It would be a lot better if the captions just said like, you know, "Dora the Explorer is a total fuckslut now, try not to cum in your pants or anything."

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rxsie-the-demon · 4 years

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Brooklyn Baby | JJ Maybank

SERIES MASTERLIST | chapter one

chapter summary: Nikki goes out of her comfort zone and bonds with Kie, while still remaining curious about what happened last summer. At a party, Topper gets a little too touchy, and Nikki (surprisingly) befriends Rafe and Wheezie.

warnings: drinking, smoking, HARD DRUGS, swearing (oops), HARRASSMENT (topper gets VERY touchy) so if that makes u uncomfy just skim over that, and a conversation about addiction/rehab and therapy

word count: 5029

Chapter 2: Cinnamon Girl

If I had to choose, B Days would be my least favorite. On B days, I have no classes with anyone I know, except English with Kelce at the end of the day.

And no one to sit with at lunch.

On my second day of school, when I realized I had no one to sit with, I ate in the library. You’re allowed to, so long as you clean up after yourself and stuff.

Walking into the huge cafeteria, with clean white titles and those long foldable school tables, I decided to do the same thing today; just sit in the library by myself, and maybe read or shop online, The tall walls of the cafeteria were decorated with motivational quotes and the school’s athletic accomplishments.

But when I was walking towards the lunch line, I saw Kiara sitting by herself out of the corner of my eye, head down on the table. Which made me feel really, really sad for her.

I stood in line quietly, AirPods in my ears, scrolling through Instagram when I found Kiara’s page. I didn’t want to seem like a stalker, but my curiosity got the best of me and I clicked on it.

Her page reminded me of this social activist that I follow that of a social activist I follow, the difference being that Kiara’s page was mostly environment-focused, with the occasional selfie and pics of her friends.

Clicking on one of her them, a selfie with her and her four friends on a boat during sunset, I saw a slightly sunburned brunet with his arm wrapped around one of the most beautiful girls I’ve ever seen. She’s probably a TikToker, I thought. Sunburn had a dark blue bandana wrapped around his neck and had his shirt unbuttoned. Major surfer boy vibes.

Next to Tiktok, was Kiara, with bright eyes and a bright smile. Completely different from the girl who sits behind me in APUSH. The boy next to Kiara had dark skin and curly hair. He was wearing a hat, like Sunburn and the other boy next to him. And judging from the way his arm was around her waist, Hat totally had a thing for Kiara.

But the last boy, holy shit, if I thought Sunburn was cute, Hot Blonde Boy was another level. He was the one taking the picture, with one arm stretched out to hold the phone and the other one, covered shiny rings, was posing with, like, the rock hand sign? I think that’s what it’s called: with his index and pink fingers up, and the rest like they’d be balled in a fist. His messy blonde hair was being held together by a red snapback, and he was shirtless except for his shark tooth necklace. His tan went well with his bright, energetic eyes and big smile but...oh my gosh. His hands. They were big, with long fingers, and his arms were a little veiny and-

I put my phone away. Nuh-uh, I’m not going to be thirsting over a random guy’s hands, especially when that guy could literally be dead, or worse, the crazy dude who tried to shoot Topper.

Not that I don’t understand why someone would want to shoot Topper.

I grabbed my tray, putting a Chicken Caesar salad bowl (yum), a bowl of grapes (double yum), and a water bottle onto my tray. Remembering that Kiara didn’t have any food with her, I grabbed a hamburger, too.

I paid for my food and walked towards the utensil holder, debating whether or not I should just go to the library or sit with Kiara. I mean, I should sit with her, she’s by herself and is going through a hard time, but then again, I hardly know her. Besides exchanging numbers with her yesterday and not even texting her, I never interacted with the girl. She’ll probably think I’m just talking to her to get tea for Topper and Scarlet.

But then again, I already bought her a hamburger.

I walked over to her table. She was wearing a similar outfit as she was yesterday, the only difference being she was wearing light blue jeans. So, yay? A bit of color?

I sat down across from her and put my tray down quietly, not wanting to scare her. “Hey.”

Her head shot up immediately. Her soft brown eyes looked so tired, her light brown skin looking ashy and dull. Her dark brown hair, with it’s nice, defined beach wave curls, was tied back in a bun in her hood. When she saw who it was, her face softened. “Oh, hi.”

“I hope it’s ok I’m sitting with you, I don’t know anyone else in this lunch and I thought it’d be good to discuss our project.” I waved my hands around a bit before opening the plastic lid of my salad.

She nodded, eyeing my food for a second.

My heart hurt. Of course, she has the money to buy food, that’s not the issue. She probably hasn’t been eating out of grief.

“So I’m Indian, duh,” I waved my hand in front of my face and she smiled softly, “and I thought this was a chicken burger, but it’s beef. And I can’t eat beef, because, ya know, Hindus don’t eat beef. So, like, could you do me a solid and eat this for me? I hate wasting food and I’d feel awful if I threw it out.” I slid the burger towards her.

She nodded, pulling it towards her and taking a small bite.

I poured my croutons into my salad and started quietly eating when I heard Kiara mumble, “Thank you.”

I glanced up at her for a second, only to look back down. “Don’t thank me. I bought that on accident.”

“I saw you staring at me in line. And...I haven’t eaten in the past two days.”

I looked back at Kiara, who was looking everywhere but me. I decided to just ask.

“It’s because of what happened to your friends, right? You’re mourning?”

She nodded, still not looking at me.

“I understand. Grief isn’t something that has, like, a definitive answer. You just gotta let it run its course,” I said, putting my hand in front of my mouth because I was chewing.

Kiara nodded again and took another bite, a bigger one this time. I mentally high-fived myself for getting her to eat. I didn’t think it’d work.

“So, what do you want to do for the project?” I asked.

Kiara shrugged. “We could do current events. Maybe something environment related?”

“Like, an advertisement? We make a video talking about pollution or something?”

“Yeah! Or maybe we could organize something and get a bunch of people to come together and, like, clean up the beach?”

“Or we could go out on boats and find trash in the ocean?”

“That too!” Kiara’s eyes were shining now, and she was smiling. Wide. Much like the girl whose Instagram I was stalking.

“Sweet. Ok, so, the environment is one thing, do we have any other ideas? Like, isn’t the Outer Banks also famous for shipwrecks or something? I heard The Royal Merchant sank here. Maybe we could do a project on that?”

Kiara stiffened up when I mentioned shipwrecks. Did I say something wrong?

Shit. Her friends died at sea, how could I be so stupid?

“That’s...not a bad idea, actually. I happen to know a lot about The Royal Merchant. More than I want to know, actually,” She chuckled. She looked down at her hands, and then looked back up. “John B, my friend who died at sea over the summer, he and his dad were obsessed with finding it. We actually-,” she leaned closer to me. “We actually found it. But, uh, the gold isn’t there.”

My eyes went wide. I leaned forward, too. “Well, where is the gold then? Do you know?”

Kiara nodded. “In the Bahamas.”

“How the f- How did it get there, if the shipwreck happened here and no one knew where it was until you and your Pogue friends found it?”

She sighed. “Long story. I’ll tell you another day.”

“Wait-”

The lunch bell rang. I sighed as we stood up and grabbed our bags, walking towards the doors to leave for class. I really want to know how the gold ended up in the Bahamas.

“Well, thanks for lunch, Nikki!”

“Of course, Kiara, that’s what friends are for,” I smiled.

Kiara beamed. “Call me Kie.”

I was overjoyed. A friend. A real, actual friend. “Kie. Fantastic. Hey, Kie, do you know anyone named Rafe by any chance?”

Kie narrowed her eyes. “Yea, why?”

“Oh, nothing, I was just invited to his birthday party this Saturday.”

Kie rolled her eyes. “Be careful around him, ok? Talk to you later!”

“Uh, bye!”

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Yellow, or blue?

I held both dresses up to myself, looking in the mirror.

Saturday came, and it was time for Rafe’s party.

The party starts at 9 and was gonna last all night, but Topper wanted to take me out to eat, so at 7:30, I’m still deciding which dress to wear.

Both dresses are sundresses, short, flowy with shirred backs and knotted straps. They are literally the same dress, down to the little polka dots, just in different colors. I could wear either one, because I kept my makeup simple: concealer, nude eye shadow, mascara, and clear lip gloss.

I texted Kiara, asking her to choose a color, to which she responded yellow. We managed to get really close in just three days, which made me happy, because I felt that she was my only real friend at school, and, well, I was her only friend there.

I slipped the dress on and matched it with my white Birkenstocks. I went over to my dresser table (yes I have two mirrors in my room, sue me) and put on my white tassel fringe earrings. I kept my ‘Om’ necklace on.

I admired myself. My light brown skin looks good with the yellow and white, and my jet black hair, which I decided to not straighten, had slight waves, and reached my shoulders. I look like a rich, beach girl. A Kook, I suppose.

I grabbed my phone, taking a quick mirror selfie and snapping it to Topper, captioned ‘i’m readyyy’. He opened it immediately.

‘Damnn u look hot,’ he typed out. Ew.

‘aw ty,’ I typed back. ‘where r u?’

‘I’m omw. U have ur bag? The party’s on a yacht and there’ll be a pool.’

‘swim suit’s packed’

‘Fantastic. I’ll be there soon.’

I locked my phone, putting it into my purple and black NYU drawstring bag that also held my black bikini and a towel. I grabbed the bag hopped down the stairs.

Mallory and Krish, my sister-in-law and brother, were sitting on the couch, watching TV.

“Hey losers. My friend’s gonna be here any minute to pick me up.”

Mallory turned to face me, smiling. “Aw, you look cute! Have fun, and be safe, ok?”

“If you’re gonna be coming in, like, super late,” Krish added, not taking his eyes off the TV, “try to be as quiet as possible. Diya is a really light sleeper.”

Diya, my 5-month-old niece, made baby sounds. I took a couple steps forward and saw she was spread out on the floor, in her fluffy pink blanket, chewing on her gloved hands. I waved at her.

“Don’t worry, if I wake her up, I’ll take care of her. I don’t plan on drinking or smoking or anything tonight. Well, maybe drinking, but that’s it.”

They laughed. “Ok, ok, just have fun,” Mal said.

I sat on the floor, playing with Diya, until 7:50, when the doorbell rang, revealing Topper, wearing a black button-down shirt that was rolled up to his elbows (bless), Air Force 1s, ripped jeans, and a Gucci belt.

He smiled. “Ready to go?”

I smiled back. “Yep.” I turned to face Krish and Mal. “Bye Mom, bye Dad!”

“Bye, hun!” Mallory called out. They smiled and Top, too, and waved.

I closed the door and left, and Topper grabbed my hand to lead me to the car. “Sorry, I’d have introduced you to my parents, but they were too busy, like, ogling at my baby sister,” I half lied.

Topper laughed, “No worries. I’ll have plenty of chances to meet them, I hope?”

I smiled. “Yep, I hope so too.”

A complete lie.

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Dinner with Topper was...interesting. Instead of taking me to some fancy restaurant or whatever, he took me to this cute little diner closer to the beach, but not close to The Cut, according to him. “There are a bunch of restaurants here in the Banks,” he had said. “But not a lot of people know about this one. That’s why it’s my favorite.” He winked, and I nearly vomited in my mouth.

The place was real old-timey, with the little booths and a jukebox. We had burgers and shared a plate of fries and a milkshake. And honestly? It would’ve been really romantic if I actually liked Topper like that.

Don’t get me wrong, Topper is hot. He’s sweet to me, like cotton candy sweet, and really affectionate. I love touchy boys (consensual, of course, or they get their shit rocked), but he’s always grabbing my hand and playing with my hair. Which would be fine, but I barely know him.

And ever since he admitted to drowning that John B kid, whatever potential feelings I had just...disappeared. That paired with his Holier-than-thou attitude and his blatant classism makes him everything I would hate in a person, let alone a potential boyfriend.

Besides, I know the real reason he’s flirting with me. The Kook King of High School needs a Queen, and with his ex gone, everyone wants me to step into that role. Any other time, I’d be happy to be That Girl. But something just feels wrong about this.

Lots of people have told me I remind them of Sarah, apparently because she, too, was a bit of a social activist and an environmental freak (no wonder her and Kie were friends) which just confirms the fact that I’m just a replacement.

But, besides Kie, I have no other friends at OBX High. I have no choice but to go with it.

Driving close to the dock, I could hear loud music playing from somewhere. Leaning forward, I saw the yachts, one of them in particular already pretty full of people and neon lights.

“Yeah, Rafe tends to go all out on parties,” Topper remarked, gesturing towards the boats as he parked. “But they’re always fun.”

I nodded, plastering on a smile. I grabbed his hand. “Fantastic. Lead the way.”

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Ok, I have to hand it to OBX kids. They know how to get turnt.

At 9:30, the yacht left the dock and headed towards the sea. By 10, the party was in full form, with kids dancing, singing, swimming, smoking, drinking, everything!

It was a glorious mess.

Right now it’s 10:30, and I’d been dancing with Top when we decided to go get something to drink.

We went to the bar and I told Topper to just one of whatever he was drinking for me, so he got two Mai Tais. The bartender looked really worried, because, you know, more than half the kids at this party are underaged, so I slipped him a 50 for his troubles.

Top and I walked away, laughing at the bartender’s confused face. The familiar feeling of alcohol started to wash

We walked around and talked about life and the universe, and when we finished our drinks, we went to the deck.

I leaned onto the railing, staring into the ocean.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” I asked softly. Growing up in Brooklyn Heights, I was never one for the ocean. I mean, sure, there were beaches an hour or two away from my old home that I visited often, but I was always a city girl. But this, this was something else entirely. The way the pale, white moonlight shined on the dark blue ocean, it was comforting, almost.

“Yeah,” Topper whispered back, wrapping his arm around my cold body, “really is beautiful.” I turned and saw him staring at me, smiling just a tiny bit. I shoved him lightly.

“You’re so corny,” I laughed.

“Maybe, but I made you smile, didn’t I?”

“...Shut up.”

We laughed, and he wrapped both arms around me and pulled me close to him. I stiffened a bit. Calm down, Nikki. It’s not that big a deal. But it is. I hate leading people on and I hated that he was always touching me.

I snuck my arms around his waist and rested my head on his chest. I’m short, I’ll admit it, standing at a towering five foot four with my two-inch platforms. Topper, on the other hand, is six feet tall, so my head tucked in just underneath his.

We stayed like that for a bit, swaying softly to some pop song. I felt myself relaxing, but I knew it wouldn’t last long.

“Hey, Nikki?”

“Yeah?”

“I, uh, I really like you.”

I pulled back and looked at Topper, who was fidgeting with my hair, and I narrowed my eyes “Wait, actually?”.

I hope he’s joking. He’s known me for less than a week! I mean, sure, you can have an instinct attraction to someone, yadda yadda, and maybe he wants to get to know me better, or whatever. Fine.

Maybe it’s because I don’t like him that, but I find his declaration of feelings a little ridiculous.

“Yea, I do. I know we just met, but I really want to get to know you more. No, I’m not asking you out...unless you want to date, that is, but I feel insanely attracted to you.” He brushed his hair back nervously.

I could reject Topper, and risk my popularity and social standing. It could end up well, it could end up terribly. But if I say I like him back, which is a lie, I guarantee my place as the most popular girl in the Outer Banks.

I place my right hand on his shoulder and my left hand on his cheek. Standing on my toes, I gently guide his face to mine.

As I close my eyes, I imagine that I’m not about to kiss Topper, but Hot Blonde Boy from Kie’s Instagram.

His lips are soft, really soft, and Top’s hands drop to my waist to pull me closer to him.

After we pull away, he tucks a strand of my hair behind my ear and gently kisses my forehead.

“I like you too, Top,” I lied, “but I don’t want to rush into anything. We just met, and I’ve rushed into things before, and they never ended well, and-”

“Hey, hey, I get it,” he takes his hand to my chin and lifts it up so that I’m looking at him instead of the floor. “We can go as slow as you like, all right?”

I smile and nod. Top cups my face in his hands, and right before he can kiss me, I pull away and say, “Let’s go swimming! I’m going to go change, ok?”

He nods, ruffling his hair. I turn, pulling my phone out from my duffel bag and sending a text to Kie.

‘sos i just kissed topper.’

I walk into one of the changing rooms and change into my bikini. As I’m stuffing my dress into my bag, I see I get a text back.

‘dumbass!!’

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Apparently, when I said I wanted to go swimming, it translated to yeeting me into the pool and then jumping in after, and then us splashing each other, non-stop. I mean, I guess that is what you do at a pool party, but I have no idea. Usually, I just stand around and eat food and, you know, don’t actually go into the water.

It was fun and all, yea, but I was uncomfortable the entire time because he couldn’t- no, wouldn’t- keep his hands off of me.

After it became too much, I jumped out of the pool and sat down on one of the chairs, wrapped my towel around myself and feeling really uncomfortable. Topper climbed out after me and sat down at my feet. “Did I, uh, do something?”

Yeah, you won’t stop touching me, bro.

“No, no, it’s fine, I just got a bit claustrophobic, that’s all.” I checked the time on my phone. I had an idea. “Hey, I’m going to go find Kelce and Scarlet, ok?”

“Uh, sure, do you want me to come with you?”

Not really, no. “Uh, if you want, but I was just gonna have, like, a girl’s talk with Scarlet?”

Topper nodded and smiled. I stood up, shoved my towel into my bag, slipped my shoes on, and ran off.

I felt a little weird just walking around in a bikini, especially since I don’t know anyone here, but remembering that everyone else was just as scantily clad as I was made me feel a little better.

I went to the highest deck, where the eldest kids (and by kids I mean like seniors and 20-year-olds), hoping to find Kelce or Scarlet there because I hadn’t seen them anywhere else. But I couldn’t see them on the deck.

I walked around a bit and then decided to text Scarlet.

‘where are you?’

I got a text back immediately. ‘Top deck, near the front. I’m with the little kid.’

Little kid? I walked towards the front side of the ship and indeed saw Scarlet, wearing a dark red colored bikini, sitting in a lounging chair with a girl who looks like she’s in middle school. The kid was pale, with freckles, dark hair, and glasses. She was the only one at this point not wearing a bathing suit.

Why is there a kid here?

I sat down in the seat next to Scarlet and gave her a hug. “Hey!” I slipped my bag off my shoulders and leaned forward to face the young girl. “Hi. What’s your name?”

She smiled. “I’m Wheezie. My brother’s the birthday boy.”

“Wheezie?”

“It’s a nickname, my real name is- Oh, hey, Topper!”

I spun around. Topper was standing in front of me, arms angrily crossed over his bare chest. “Hey, Wheezie. Nikki, can I talk to you?”

“I’m enjoying the company of my new friend.” I gestured over to Wheezie.

“Yeah, well, I want to talk.” He roughly grabbed my wrist and yanked me up.

“Ok, jeez, lemme grab my bag.” I pulled myself from his grasp and turned around to grab my bag. Scarlet mouthed the words be careful, to me. I nodded.

“Bye, Nikki, it was nice to meet you!” Wheezie called out. I shouted pleasantries back. Topper grabbed my wrist again.

After dragging me halfway across the deck, he let go of me and turned around. “What’s wrong with you?”

“What’s wrong with me?! What’s wrong with you?! You’re the one who, one, won’t stop touching even though we’re not dating and we barely know each other, and two, literally dragged me away from my friends when I was having a conversation with them! Are you like this with all the girls you like? Huh? Maybe that’s why your girlfriend left you for some Pogue, not because Pogues steal things, but because you-” I stepped forward and shoved Topper, “-don’t know how to treat a girl, no, a person, with respect!”

I stopped talking and realized that a lot of people had gone quiet. My face flushed with embarrassment until I heard someone shout.

“WOO! You tell him, Nikki!”

I turned and saw Scarlet and Wheezie jumping up and down and clapping. Soon, all the girls (and some of the boys) around me were clapping and cheering for me, congratulating me and telling Topper that he’s a dick.

I stepped towards Topper. “You and me, whatever thing you think we had going on, it’s done.”

I turned around and beckoned Wheezie and Scarlet to sit back down with me on the deck. The partying resumed, and I went off chatting with the two girls, but I saw out of the corner of my eye that Topper was getting all huffy and puffy.

I pointed that out to the girls. “Should I be worried?”

Wheezie wheezed laughed. “He’s probably just going to call Rafe and get him to tell you off.”

“...He’s gonna get the host of the party, who I don’t know and never met, to yell at me? Fantastic. Good thing he’s your brother.”

“Technically half brother, but yes, a good thing. Oh look, there he is right now!”

I turned around and saw Topper marching towards me with another equally tall, equally blonde boy right behind him. The difference is, this boy didn’t have as much of a hostile aura as Topper has right now.

“So, which one of you embarrassed my boy Top?”

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The boy, who introduced himself as Rafe, the host, beckoned Scarlet, Topper, and I inside of his suite. He closed the door on Wheezie, though. Bummer. I liked her.

Inside his suite were a bunch of twenty-year-olds, drinking hard liquor, dancing, and sitting around this big table. Rafe took his seat in the middle, told everyone else around him to fuck off, and had us, except Topper, sit across from him. Topper took the seat to his right.

He offered us a bag of white powder, to which Scarlet and I declined. Topper took it, though, and started setting it up to use.

“You use coke?” I asked Topper in disgust. I have nothing against most drugs, like weed or psychedelics, which can be fun to use sparingly at parties or whatever, but not hard drugs like opioids.

Topper shrugged at my question. “It’s not a big deal.”

“It is a big deal. What the fuck is wrong with y-?!”

“Ok, no fighting at my party, please?” Rafe sighed, rubbing his temples. “I brought you guys inside so that everyone else can enjoy the party while you guys have your little marital dispute-”

“WE’RE NOT DATING!” I shouted.

“Whatever,” Rafe sighed.

I stood up. “I’m gonna go hang with Wheezie. Scarlet, you coming?”

She was about to respond when Rafe stood up and said, “I’ll join you.”

I shot a confused look at Scarlet, who just shrugged.

I slipped my bag over my shoulder and walked towards the door, which Rafe held open for me, and we stepped outside, the air making me shiver.

Rafe pulled a pack of Dunhill cigarettes out of his pocket, put one to his mouth, and lights it. He gestured the box towards me and I take one, leaning forward a bit so that he could light it for me.

I rest my arms on the railing and close my eyes, breathing in the burning smoke and exhaling it slowly, being submerged in the light-headed haze of nicotine.

“How old are you?” Rafe’s voice interrupts my zen. I open my eyes and look at the boy, who’s very obviously checking out my bikini covered body.

I laughed and took another drag. “Sixteen,” I exhaled the smoke from my mouth.

Rafe’s eyes went wide, and he turned back to the sea. “Oh shit. My bad. Uh...how’re you liking the party?”

“It’s pretty good. Besides, you know, Topper being Topper, and you forcing me to talk to him.”

Rafe laughed. “Yea, I didn’t mean anything by it. I have a reputation of being a prick, and I’m trying to be better but, you know, not a lot of people respect you when you go from being a douche to a nice guy.”

I nodded, understanding what he meant by that. “Reputation with friends?”

He laughed. “Just,” he waved his hand free hand around, “Everyone. I wasn’t a good person. I’m trying to be better, but it’s hard when everyone already expects me to act a certain way and don’t give me a chance to change.”

I noticed the rings on his hands, like that boy from Kie’s Instagram. But unlike Hot Blondie, Rafe’s too old for me.

Which leads me to wonder…

“Did you know Sarah Cameron, by any chance?” I asked.

Rafe’s eyes went wide, and then he started coughing up smoke.

“W-Why do you ask?” He stammers, still coughing.

I gave him a weird look and just shrugged. “Curious, I guess.” I looked back at the ocean. “I’m the new girl, and everyone keeps telling me about all this stuff, but won’t tell me what actually happened, and I dunno, I’m just so confused.”

I turned to face Rafe, who was looking away, and I think I saw tears forming in his eyes. “Yea, Sarah’s my sister.”

Now it was my turn to cough up smoke. “W-”-cough cough- “Wait”-cough cough- “a minute.” I gasp for air and continue coughing. And after I finally manage to get some oxygen into my lungs, I say, “Sarah Cameron’s your sister? Shit, I’m so sorry, Topper never told me.”

Rafe shrugged, fiddling around with his rings. “It’s alright, I was just...surprised. No one asks me about Sarah or the Pogues anymore. After I came back from rehab-” He stopped, probably because he didn’t mean to say that, but he continued, “After I came back from rehab, I just...stopped beefing with the Pogues, especially JJ, Kie, and Pope. You know them?”

I nodded. “I know Kie, we’re friends. But not JJ and Pope. Never met ‘em, don’t even know what they look like, yet I’ve heard so many things about them.”

Rafe nodded. “They’re not bad kids, really. My time away made me realize how much of a prick I’ve been to them. Like, I caused them a lot of pain, and for what? For nothing. Literally just because I thought that, because they were poorer than us, they weren’t as good as us.”

I nodded. Then I turned and smiled, and stretched out my hand. “Well, it was nice to meet you, Rafe Cameron.”

He smiled and shook back.

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chapter three

#obx fic #obx #obx fanfic #outerbanks #jj maybank #jj fluff #jj angst #jj x reader #john b #john b x sarah #obx kiara #obx pope #rafe cameron #topper obx

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igotthejuice · 4 years

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Part 2 of My Bumble Date from Hell

Okay, I’m back! So anyways, I ran behind him out of fear he was going to put his hands on her but don’t worry, he’s not a complete idiot, he didn’t touch her. He did get real close to her and started yelling at her. By the time I got over there she was walking away. I finally told him we need to go. He insisted he was fine and to not let that moment ruin our date…too fucking late but you know what, for whatever dumb ass reason I said okay LI still regret that decision and it got so much worse. So, now that everyone’s staring at us, we go back to our picnic area and he continues to drink and record me *eye roll*. Oh he brought speakers too, I’m not gonna lie, his music choice was a vibe. But he ruined that shit too low key. He acted like it was his playlist but it was actually a Brent Faiyaz Spotify playlist…which, I mean I’m not judging…but I’m judging, but only because he acted like that was his beautiful creation. Why lie about that? Anyways, it happened guys, the moment I was most afraid of, he turned to me and said, “oh shit, you know Blaine?! She told me to tell you hi!” I was so fucking pissed. Blaine was one of those girls I knew but would never tell my business to. She seems to always know peoples business. I kid you not, within 30 seconds of him saying that, I got a DM from her saying “Yo you know he has a whole ass kid on the way right?” My. Stomach. Turned. I dropped my phone and just stared at him. His drunk ass didn’t even notice. So, once I gathered myself I told Blaine I had no fucking idea but good looks. I may not fuck with Blaine but in that moment I did, she responded with sending me the girls IG profile, clutch. Luckily it wasn’t private. My heart was racing, we all know that feeling, scrolling hella carefully to make sure you don’t accidentally like anything, meanwhile he’s just living his best live with not a clue of what’s going on. Just goofy. So I’m scrolling and it didn’t look like they were in a relationship but he was definitely the dad. The picture of them at the baby shower, yea y’all she’s been pregnant for a while, had a caption that said “Our situation may not be ideal but I’ll always respect you as the father of my son.” So that’s why I figured they probably aren’t dating but still! Call me crazy but if you have a kid or one on the way that’s definitely worth mentioning. So anyways, I’m scrolling and scrolling on her page and guess who tf I see. The girl taking the pictures of us. Yup, she was at the baby shower, I didn’t know her relation to them but she was for sure there. This idiot knew her all along. So now I’m pissed because I’m clearly caught up in some mess but also, this girl was really taking pics of me and my dumb ass was too naïve to realize, sticking up for her and everything. Ughhh!! So when I finally got over the initial shock, I was like “Yo”, and I showed him the phone. Y’all I can’t make this shit up, this man instantly burst into tears. Sir. Fuck is you cryin for? Because you were exposed? Ewww. I rolled my eyes and started packing my shit. He started crying even more and, I mean do have a heart y’all. I felt bad just leaving him there crying. Sometimes I wish I was ruthless. So here I was, consoling a liar in the middle of a pandemic, and he starts coming up with all of these reasons for why he didn’t tell me. All BS tbh. Oh and that girl is the future kids moms best friend AKA the God Mother. She happened to see us and was investigating, as any good friend would. Kudos to her frfr. So once he calmed down I told him we should leave and he said he wanted to show me something to try and make up for everything. I just wanted this “date” to be over but he clearly was hurting and I knew I would never talk to him ever again so I said fine. He suggested we go to the water to see the sunset. Ehhh that part was actually really cute. So anyways we were chillen by the water and it was beautiful, I was actually considering hearing him out when he sobered up BUT…this dumb ass thought it would be funny to rough house near the water, he thought tickling me would be cute…I hate being tickled. It’s the worst feeling because I’m telling the person to stop but I’m laughing so it’s misleading lol. I should start putting a “No tickling” disclaimer in my bios. Anyways, after trying to escape the “tickle monster” I kept backing up, tripped on a rock and fell in the Nasty! Ass! Water! I got out the water drenched and just fucking lost it! Everything I had bottled up just exploded and I just went off on him the way Tyra Banks went off on that one girl we were all supposedly rooting for back in the day. Anyways, I guess he didn’t like what I had to say because he started going off on me. I don’t really remember what he was saying because he was so damn drunk and barely making any sense but I do remember him saying “Nobodies fucking with your dusty ass anyways.” Oooop. Bruh that shit honestly had me weak though…but only because I know I’m not dusty and that’s on periodt. But also, I love a good roast session. So anyways, I’m walking back to go get my skates so I can get tf and they weren’t there…yup, my fucking skates were gone. I mean why not? It was a horrible date already, lets top it off with my skates being stolen, nbd. Anyways, I hopped my nasty soaked ass in an uber and ubered my ass home. As you know by now from my other blogs, ya girl is a whole ass investigator outchea. As soon as I got comfortable I went back on his future kids moms IG and just started digging lol. Lucky for me she’s one of those girls that posts everything so it was quite entertaining. I didn’t really find anything juicy out though, just that the bike he came with was hers, apparently he didn’t have a car for a while so she was kind enough to let him use her bike since she couldn’t use it right now, maybe it was her brothers, idk but regardless, the FUCKING nerve of him. Long story short, I got the juice and I don’t have time for shit like that and I think I answered my own question, no second chance for him. He’s actually texting me now saying he was so embarrassed and out of character. Aht aht, sucks to suck. Lmao what a damn mess? Well anyways, I’m about to be out. Oh guess what?! Remember the ex I mentioned a few blogs ago? The one that led to my 9 months of celibacy? I think it’s time I fill you guys in on that story. I’m going to a cookout this weekend and him and his new gf will be there. I hate having mutual friends with ex’s. The last time we spoke he drunk called me and told me he regrets everything and that he was sorry and he wanted to meet up…his girl was in the other room.

#igotthejuice #part2 #tickle monster #the nerve #aht aht #bumble date #periodt #wednesday #celibacy #date from hell #brent faiyaz #spotify

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starlight-drive-in · 4 years

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Catching Feelings Ch. 3 Seven/MC College AU

Fic Summary:

MC’s roommate convinces her to attend a house party hosted by campus charity organization - The RFA. Minor legend and mystery on campus 707 is of course also there. MC thinks he’s weird - and absolutely adorable. Cheesiness ensues.

Chapter Summary:

Seven saves the day, and MC returns the favor.

Notes:

This chapter is a bit fan-service-y, a little trope-y and really, really fluffy. I hope you like it!

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Chapter 3: Saving the Day

A short “squee” escapes MC’s lips as she reads over his messages again.

“What was that?” Mei asks.

“He called me beautiful!” She can’t help the smile that spreads across her face.

“See? Nothing to worry about. Even if he hasn’t seen the high-quality garbage you are in the morning!” Mei jabs affectionately.

“Hey!”

“I'm just kidding! Anyway, I have class. So you kids have fun and uhh stay safe!” Mei says opening the door.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” MC asks, but the door closes before she can get the sentence out fully.

With Mei gone the full reality of the situation hits her.

Saeyoung is coming over. Crap

She acted completely on impulse and now he’s going to realize she’s actually a smelly awkward mess when alcohol isn’t helping her words flow out so smoothly - if she could even call the previous night’s performance smooth. The point was that the alcohol helped her get her words out without her overthinking every little thing, especially in front of someone like him.

She attempts to make her bed, although that's a little rough with the headache that still persists. She borrows a bit of Mei’s perfume and makes sure to apply deodorant and then makes her way into the bathroom to brush her teeth. Halfway through brushing there’s a rhythmic knocking on the door almost like a little tune, so unique the only person it could possibly be is him.

She panics slightly, spitting out her toothpaste and quickly rinsing out her mouth, She smooths out her sweater and pads over to the door taking a deep breath and finally opens it. Saeyoung stands there in a crisp white button-down that seems to cling to him in all the right places. A small smile graces his lips as he runs a hand through his tousled red locks.

“Morning! Is it still morning?” He says.

“Hey. Uh” MC looks behind her at the alarm clock on the desk. “Yup still morning!”

Seven’s eyes sweep over the girl holding the door open in front of him. She looks comfortable - and adorable. Very warm, like she’d be perfect to snuggle up to and share hot cocoa with, and that sweater looks so soft! She looked sexy as hell the night before but if he’s being completely honest she looks even better like this. Like a girl you could - what’s the phrase? “Take home to mom”? If he had a mom that was. Take home to brother? Nah that doesn't sound good at all hmmm… Suddenly, something seems to catch his eye. “You um, have a little bit of something on your lip.”

“Shit.” MC stutters wiping her face.

“Oh, uh wrong side." He watches futility while she swipes the other side of her face, missing the spot again. "May I?” He raises his hand slightly, asking for permission to touch her.

“S-sure.” She can feel her face gaining heat already.

Using his thumb he quickly wipes the bit of toothpaste of the corner of her mouth. “There you go! Good as ever!”

“T-thanks" she blushes, "uhh you can come in! If you want of course.”

He studies her thoughtfully, blushing a bit himself and passes over the threshold into her dorm. “hmph, cute.” he mutters.

“What?” She asks, having not heard him well.

“Oh uh, nothing!” He attempts to cover, not realizing he had spoken aloud.

He was going to be the death of her.

“How’s your head?” Saeyoung asks her, taking off his backpack and setting in on the floor near her bed.

“Oh, its… ok.” She tries to play it off as she attempts to wheel her desk chair out for him to sit in, however one of the legs ends up rolling out in front of her and she trips, stumbling a bit before catching herself.

“hmmm" he taps his chin, "It's just as I thought.” he assesses.

“W-what do you mean?" She inquires.

“Back to bed with you missy! You need more recoup time!" Saeyoung declares, throwing back the covers on her bed and scooping her up before unceremoniously plopping her down unto her mattress.

She giggles despite the slight rush of pain that plagues her head as a result of his antics. “I guess there's no arguing that.”

He pulls up the desk chair to the side of her bed. “Do not fear! 707 has the perfect cure for you!”

“You mean your weird energy drink?” She giggles again.

“Oh no! No, no, I can’t actually let you test that, that’s what I have Yoosung for! You, pretty lady - get the real treatment! And also, I’ll have you know I almost came over here in my nurse costume just to administer it to you but I didn't want to scare you away.”

“Actually that would have been pretty amazing,” MC admits.

“Damn, next time then!” Saeyoung declares, taking items out of his bag.

“Let’s hope there isn't a ‘next time’. Last night wasn't exactly my best decision." She pauses for a moment, smiling "but I suppose the meeting you part was worth it.”

He smiles one of those smiles again and MC feels her heart flutter, little does she know how much her words made his heart feel much the same.

“Then I guess it’s only right for me to try and fix you up! Ok first, you need electrolytes!” he says brightly, handing her a sports drink. Which she takes with a smile. “Headache medication!” He continues, popping two out and handing them to her. “And finally…” He reaches into his backpack again and pulls out something wrapped in foil “Breakfast! I hope you like egg and cheese sandwiches?”

“That seriously sounds like the best thing ever right now.” She responds excitedly. “You sure know how to take care of a girl, keep that up and you’ll have me wrapped around your finger in no time,” She says before she can think. Oh my god, why did I say that? I'm not even drunk anymore, why does he make me say things like that?!

He says nothing, but smiles thoughtfully as he unwraps her breakfast for her making her feel like maybe he didn't exactly dislike that idea?

“Did you get one for yourself?” She asks, taking a bite. Her eyes roll back as a short moan escapes her lips and she throws her head back in satisfaction

Now it’s his turn for red cheeks. He wasn't exactly expecting to see that sight today. “Oh, uh. Nah! I had some chips this morning.”

“That's not a meal!” She scolds, still chewing. “Have the other half silly!”

“But that's for you!” He insists.

“Not anymore! You have to take care of yourself.”

“Says the girl who was drunk 12 hours ago!” He quips, taking the other half of the sandwich in defeat, it had been a while since he had any real food.

“Oh, so that’s how it’s gonna be?”

“Mmhmm!” He says while chewing, neither of them obviously caring much for table manners. “I got you home and brought you breakfast so I get to make one jab at you!”

“Ok, fair enough.” She concedes.

They sit quietly for a moment, just eating and enjoying the company. She finishes up her half as he goes to take the second to last bite of his, inadvertently causing a shift in the contents of the tiny bit of remaining sandwich causing some egg and cheese to fall onto his shirt. Or rather - his brother’s shirt.

“Aww shit.” He mutters.

“Oh no!” she exclaims. “That's the curse of white shirts, you wear one and you’re immediately more likely to drop something on it.”

“Right? Ugh, Saeran’s gonna murder me.” He groans

She cocks her head in confusion “Who’s Saeran?”

“My brother, I borrowed this from him cuz I maaay have forgotten to do laundry and I maaaay have... wanted to look nice for you?" He hurries through the second part of his statement.

She smiles at the confession, “Well you do look nice, but there’s no way I’m letting your brother kill you! The laundry room is down the hall. I can throw it in the wash for you! I have a load of whites to do anyway.”

“I’d feel so bad to make you do that when you’re not feeling well though!” He whines.

“Nonsense! I'm feeling much better thanks to you! Now take your shirt off!” Shit, I did it again, think before you speak MC.

“Oh ho ho, so forward!” He chuckles with a sly look and a wink. "I like that."

The wink hits her straight in the chest like a bullet “Ahh I didn't mean it like that.” MC stammers.

He chuckles unbuttoning his shirt, “You are way too cute.”

She glances away bashfully. “T-thanks.”

He gets all the buttons undone and pulls off his shirt standing up from where he was seated. “You have a basket of the other stuff you need to be washed? We can go together if you want,” he asks.

She can’t speak for a moment she just points and nods her head watching him as he puts his shirt in with her laundry and picks up the basket like a model in some male pin-up magazine. This isn’t fair, I thought he was a Comp-Sci major?! He said he eats chips for breakfast! Why does he have abs!? She can almost see the cover of the magazine that would feature the image in front of her, the caption reads: "Local man eats chips for breakfast and sits in front of a computer all day but still has a 6 pack, Doctors hate him!"

“Ready?” He asks, snapping her out of her thoughts. Did he notice her staring?

He smirks.

He totally noticed her staring and now that face isn't making it any easier not to stare!

“Y-yea!” She answers quickly, getting up and slipping her flip-flops on.

In the hall, she catches more than a few girls and a couple boys ogling her companion. One girl she shares a class with gives an impressed look and an enthusiastic nod.

"Saeyoung?" She says when they get to their destination.

"Ya?" He answers casually tossing items into the washer.

"Um, I think a couple people we passed in the hall were getting the wrong idea about us."

"Us? Why?"

"Well, you're not wearing a shirt, and I still look like a hot mess. It's still somewhat morning, people might think... things."

He takes another glance at her, raising an eyebrow as he looks her over again. "Your definition of “mess” seems really inaccurate, the other part-"

A familiar male voice cuts him off "Seven?" It questions.

"Yoosung!" He cries excitedly. "What are you doing here?! You feeling ok? I heard that chocolate milk is a great cure for a hangover."

"I have a group project with someone in this dorm and I'm not falling for that again, Seven!" He defends, Seven just shrugs in response and throws in a pair of MC's leggings into the washer before picking up another article.

"Uh… Seven?" Yoosung says slowly, not looking at Seven's face.

"Ya?"

"Why do you have a girl's bra? And where's your shirt?! "

"Oh. Uhhh." Seven stammers, trying not to picture how the lacey bralette must look on her. "I, uh."

MC's shock is unavoidable but she has to think fast. "Oops! That's mine! It must have fallen into your stuff on accident, I'll just be taking that, thanks! Sorry about that!" She snatches her undergarment from out of Saeyoung's hand and holds it to her chest possessively.

Yoosung's eyes snap to her and then narrow before he smiles at her. "Have we met?"

Wasn't he that drunk kid who kinda latched onto her shoulders last night?

"I'm Yoosung by the way!" He says excitedly seeming to have completely forgotten about Seven who just snickers as he throws the rest of the load in.

So this is his test subject MC thinks to herself.

"Nice to meet you, Yoosung. You must be a friend of Saeyoung's?" She asks.

Seven turns back around just in time to receive a questioning look from Yoosung. "Yea, I mean I'd like to think so at least. Although I'm curious about how you met Saeyoung." He emphasis the name while looking at Seven questioningly once more.

"We met at the RFA party." Seven tells him.

"The one last night?" Yoosung asks doubtfully.

"Yup! That's the one!"

"Hmph, interesting…" Yoosung deadpans. "Well, I've gotta get to work on this project. I'll see you and your new friend later."

“Awww, Yoosungie! Don’t be jealous.” Seven calls as Yoosung walks away.

"Is he ok?" MC inquires once she's sure Yoosung is out of earshot.

"Yea, he's just sensitive."

"Whatever about?"

"I knew him for 2 years before I told him my real name he's probably wondering why you already know it when we only met last night."

MC hums contemplatively. "And why do I know it?"

"Because." He says simply.

"Because?"

"Mmhmm"

"Is that all your going to tell me?"

"Mmhmm!"

"Why don't you use your real name anyway? Do you not like it?" She asks as he uncaps the laundry detergent. "C-cuz I think it's a cute na- I mean a nice name. I mean I'm just kinda wondering why you don't use it I guess?"

He smiles at her compliment but it doesn't reach his eyes. "It's a dangerous name. A dangerous name for a dangerous person."

She cocks an eyebrow at him and barks a laugh "Oh, yea you look real intimidating right now pouring that laundry detergent."

He laughs with her while he finishes up with the machine.

She gasps dramatically, “Oh no whatever will I do?! This man NO, not a man! This menace came to my dorm and did my laundry after he fed me and made my headache go away, he must be stopped!”

“I know, I know It’s hard to believe because I’m so cute but it’s true!” He defends.

“Ok, Ok. should I be careful of you helping old ladies across the street too?”

“Don’t say I didn't warn you, Sweetie” He says in a sing-song voice.

For a moment she considers whether or not he’s actually being serious, but she just can’t imagine the guy standing in front of her right now - who, by the way, is currently trying to blow a stray hair out of his face and failing (adorably)- being involved in anything even remotely dangerous. No this is definitely another one of his stunts.

Seven’s phone goes off, interrupting her train of thought. “Shit,” He says, sounding disappointed.

“What’s up?”

“I’ve got class in 30 minutes, guess I didn't think this through to well.” He says finally tucking that pesky hair loss behind his glasses and motioning to the laundry machine.

“That’s ok!” She ensures, “I can bring you your shirt later tonight, or tomorrow! I know where you live.” She says tauntingly.

“Oh ho ho, now whos the one trying to seem dangerous hmm?” He reaches out, tickling her side. She stifles a giggle and jumps back a bit.

“Uh oh.” He says

“What?” she says nonchalantly.

“You're ticklish!” “I have no idea what you’re referring too,” She says backing away from him, but smiling all the same.

“Mmmhmm.” He hums sauntering closer to her until she backed up against the wall. “Then I guess you won’t mind if I…” he pauses “DO THIS” he finishes attacking her sides in feather-light caresses.

She thrashes back and forth in a fit of giggles, filling the air and Seven’s heart alike with mirthful joy. He chuckles watching her react to him.

Her face becomes flushed with a dusting of pink, her eyes prick with tears as she smiles from ear to ear. He becomes so enraptured with it all that he begins to slow his torturous tickling and then ceases completely. Just. Staring into her eyes.

They’re so close now. He could close that gap very easily, but would she welcome it? He inches a bit closer, her eyes widen as she’s entranced by his molten gold irises her breath hitches in her throat and then…

His phone blares again, knocking them both out of their trance. Saeyoung stumbles back, embarrassed and checks his phone again “Crap, I’ve got 20 minutes” he mumbles.

She frowns as he steps away from her. “Guess you better get a move on, then”

“One more thing, can I ask you a favor?” He says slowly and she nods in agreement, “Can I borrow a shirt?”

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Waves of Thunder * Family Danger Chapter 3

Sorry, at work right now but I know a big chunk of this chapter was Thunderbolt related, so I just inserted the whole thing. 😬

The Man Cave was in shambles ever since Charlotte left. At least that was exactly how Henry made it out every time he called her for an emergency. She went with it a while. Henry was pretty dependent in some aspects and she had only given him a couple of weeks to wrap his head around the changes. Eventually, though, she simply had to tell him very firmly that she couldn't continue to do this.

She had a job search. She had weekly labs. She was going out for an internship. She just… couldn't coddle him. “Henry, Schwoz is standing right next to you. I can hear him breathing. The man taught me practically everything I know about the place. Turn to him for this help…”

“LAAAAAME!!!” Henry practically shouted. She just held the phone and blinked her eyes, with a sigh, staring ahead. He was about to say something when she started speaking to someone in her background.

“Hey. What're you doing here? I thought our thing was tomorrow?”

“I got here early for some meetings. Want me to go?” A guy said.

Henry suddenly and oddly felt bothered by this call intrusion. “Who dat?”

“No. I was just saying goodbye.”

“No you weren't,” Henry claimed.

But, she didn't hear him. Instead, she said into the phone, “Bye, Hen. Good luck on your mission.”

“Oh, that's Henry? Heyyy, Henry!” He said into the mouthpiece.

She giggled the way that she had when she met Captain Man at Jasper's birthday party. Henry noted this because he didn't hear that type of behavior much from her. She wasn't very giggly. “Get outta my personal space, Max!” She said. Henry doubted she meant it from her giggling, and WHO was Max? “Max says 'Hi,’ but also 'Bye’ because you've got an emergency and we've got science things.”

“What kinda science things?” Henry asked, but Ray shouted,

“Like, right now, Kid!” He punched the enemy, but held onto his phone.

Before Charlotte hung up he heard her say to this Max, “From the sound of it, he's the fight. Probably wouldn't remember you anyway.” Her voice was fading as the phone headed for her bag. “He'll remember your sister.”

“He still crushing on her?”

“Who knows?” And she hung up.

Henry was fighting as he put his phone away. He'd definitely look into this later! Who the jack was Max? And who was this sister of his that he had allegedly crushed on? And was she still hot? But more importantly, whether or not she was, who was that Max guy to Charlotte?

Science things were usually not discussed between them. To be frank, they bored him and she didn't need to waste her breath, for both their sakes. But this sounded suspiciously like science things, but being enjoyed with a guy. A guy that made her giggle. A giggle with zero effort. It's not like he was jealous, but he probably should at least size this dude up. Charlotte never dated in school. Her parents didn't allow it. She could hang out with friends all day every day if she wanted, but no boyfriends and no dates. Only high school graduates could date in her house, an unfair stipulation, considering that she was an only child.

But, Henry was distracting himself. He and Ray bagged their bad guy and he headed home shortly after that.

…

He and Charlotte spoke a few more times, while playing on their live video games, and he called her a few times, but she apparently had gotten the internship she was shooting for. All she'd texted was, “Got my internship. Yay!”

But, her social media post had, “So grateful for this opportunity. The youngest intern for this program in a decade. The only freshman this year. Big ups to my parents, teachers, mentors, and special thanks to Max for so many nights of helping me with my entry project. #TheScienceBroIBeenWaitnFo” Then she included hearts, hugs and kisses emojis. Why hadn't his text been so impassioned?

Henry stared at it for a while before going to the comments and reading an entire 46 comments thread of exchange between her and this guy.

To sum it up, Dude was super excited for her, and said so, and included a bunch of emojis of his own, and they spoke science here and there, some simple, some went over Henry's head, but the thing that didn't was Max's use of parentheses when he repeated Science “Bros.”

Now… it was very much so possible that in the short span of time that Henry guessed she knew this dude, he'd quickly caught on to her penchant for not being a “bro,” but since in this rare instance SHE used it, he figured that Max was hinting at something else and honestly, it was on his nerves.

He checked out the guy's page. “Maxy-T. Corny,” he muttered. But, he looked familiar… Then, Henry saw photos of he and the sister. “Phoebe? This is Phoebe's brother, Max???” That dude was a villain, last time he knew of. Oh, but in his profile, it clearly stated that he'd left villainy behind to be the best hero he could be. Henry groaned, but couldn't force himself to leave the page. Mainly because there were a lot of photos of Char there. She wasn't tagged, so he hadn't seen them before, but they were like… uncomfortably cozy.

One was of her in a lab of some sort, in her pajamas and protective gear, side-by-side with one of her at a science gala, all dressed up and… surprisingly hot, Henry had to admit. The caption said: Get you a girl that can do both. And Charlotte had liked the post and commented with a smile and a wink. “Oh! Okay.” Henry said, nodding as he continued stalking the page.

One was a video of Charlotte in this field of sunflowers, wearing sunflowers and doing one of those dance challenges. He… didn't know Char could dance like that! And then she levitated? Must have been with Max's help. The caption said: Hope floats. #DoYouLoveMe #SheGotMeInMyFeelings “EXCUSE ME???”

While he was yet stalking, dude went live. “Hey, we're here at Char's lab, working when we should be celebrating…”

She giggled from the background and said, “Oh, so you're gonna shade me like this? I steal your lab?”

“Charlotte's lab, that Charlotte built with her own two hands and is at working, everyday…”

Her face appeared to interject, “He totally let me borrow his lab everyday. I was only pushy the first time!” They both laughed and exchanged looks and whatever the look was, Henry hated it.

…

Whenever they talked, she didn't mention Max, and whenever Henry brought him up, she laughed it off and changed the subject. One of the times that they were talking, Henry was in the Man Cave and Ray came upon their conversation. “Is that Charlotte?” He asked and rushed over, jumping into Henry and Charlotte's video call.

“Dude!”

“Hey, Ray!!!” Charlotte cheered and waved both hands.

“Charlotte,” he folded his arms, “I've been told you're fraternizing with the kid that turned us over to a room full of villains.”

“It's not that serious, Ray. We hang out. Besides, that's in his past. He's legit Z-Force, now. Actually, he loves pranks. I think that you'd get along with him, now.”

“Oh because he loves pranks?” Ray asked.

Henry chimed in, laughing, “Yeah, just because he loves pranks.”

Ray: I mean… I also love a good prank.

Henry: Yeah, a good prank is worth a lot to me.

Charlotte: He'll be here soon, if you wanna chat

Henry suddenly remembered his frustrations, “No! I was checking on you, because you two seem like you're dating. This guy's older, has had way more dates, probably. Probably has a lot of groupies.”

“Superpower groupies,” Ray added.

“The absolute most desperate of groupies.”

“That isn't a lie,” Ray bragged.

Charlotte told them, “The most insulting thing about this conversation is that both of you think that there's something that you would think of that I wouldn't.”

Ray informed her, “We know how guys think.”

“Oh yea? What do you guys think he's thinking about?”

They both stuttered and Ray finally answered, “Well, grown up sleepovers, for one.”

“Yeah!” Henry seconded, then shuddered, “Gross.”

“Oh, it's gross that someone would be interested in me?” Charlotte snapped. Henry tried to explain that wasn't what year meant, but she had ran with it, “For your information, I love grown up sleepovers and I'm told that I'm excellent at it!”

“I'm out,” Ray said, leaving the conversation. Busting Charlotte's chops, maybe even giving that Max kid a hard time, he had been ready for, but one of his “kids” having grown up sleepovers? That was where he tapped out.

“Charlotte, that isn't what I was getting at, but wait, what? You've… slept over with that dude? Do your parents know?”

“Do yours know about your… things?”

“That's different. My parents are super not attached. Yours used to have you keep tabs of where you were and who you were with in Goofle Drive.” He laughed, remembering that.

“My parents know that I'm seeing Max and they support me, unlike my so-called best friend who hasn't had anything nice to say to me in months.”

“Char.. I have had plenty of nice things. I just kept them to myself.”

“That's helpful.”

“What do you want me to say?”

“Match the wingperson energy that I gave you for every single girl you were interested in during the course of this friendship.”

“I don't recall.”

“I encouraged you to ask Bianca out, and after you made me regret it by basically making a fool of yourself, I still motivated you to tell her how you felt before the world ended. And because of it, when the world kept existing, you'd gotten a kiss and a girlfriend!”

“Okay, that did happen, but…”

“Then you rejected my very helpful advice to NOT try to do a dual identity date with her and Chloe. And after you didn't listen, you spent most of the night isolating me from my other friends to try to advise you through a problem that I never would have been stupid enough to find myself in.”

“Char…”

“And you never even said thank you, or more importantly SORRY!”

“I see your point.”

“Henry, you once told me that you would never date me because I was like a sister to you.”

“You said that you wouldn't date me because I was a dishonest idiot and it already complicated your life enough just being my friend!”

“And… that was true then and is true now. But, you're acting… not like my brother. You don't pull this with Piper.”

“I don't feel the same way about Piper as I do about you,” he blurted out.

“Precisely. And like the idiot that I said you were, you waited until I found someone else to acknowledge this. I'm not Chloe, Henry. I'm not giving you a shot because you decided that you don't want to see me with someone else. Especially when I was there to witness herbe neglected until she left for Kids in the Woods.”

“I don't want to date you.’

“Good. Then there's no reason that you can't be supportive.”

“Yeah. Well, I gotta go. Swellview emergency.”

“Cool. Be careful out there.”

“Will do.”

…

Flashback:

Charlotte told Henry, “We should come up with a backup story. We'll need cover if Jasper is ever going to buy that we're dating. My cover is that we're keeping it a secret because my parents won't allow me to date. Easiest fiction is something steeped in the truth.”

“Oh, yeah, your parents don't let you date. Now, you ewwwing at me makes sense.”

“We made the sound at the same time, and that's not the reason that I did.”

“Friends should never date. First off, you might ruin the friendship and on top of that, I mean, I see you like a sister. You understand.”

“I don't understand any of that. If I were going to date, I'd definitely want the person to be my friend first. I want us to have common ground. I want us to have things that we can share together as friends even though we're dating. And, I have literally never thought of anyone as a sibling. Maybe it's because I am an only child, or maybe it's just because we have such different ways, you couldn't have possibly ever grew up as my sibling. My parents would have disowned you by now.”

“Harsh, but realistic… WAIT! Then why'd you say EWWW?”

“I said ewww, because you're a dishonest idiot and it already complicates my life enough just being your friend.”

“Charlotte, that's the rudest thing you've ever said to me… but it's maybe true, possibly.”

“I don't need you to tell me that I'm making sense. What about your cover? Jasper will have so many questions and most of them, I'm sure he'll ask you.”

Henry waved her off, “Between the two of us, no matter what we say, he'll believe us.”

…

Having a hectic schedule, but still no paycheck was a bummer. Charlotte really needed one of these searches to come through. As she played videogames with Henry and Jasper, she complained about it on the headset.

“Why don't you see if Ray has something you could do from there?” Henry wondered.

“He's been a lit.tle. fussy with me since my notice. Henry, do you really think Ray might consider that?”

“Don't see why not. He often asks me 'Are you and Charlotte talking again? I have wanna ask her something!”

“When were we not talking?”

“He only means that he knows I'm no longer a priority.”

She paused for just a moment and her character was almost killed! She took a moment, put her head back in the game, and practically whispered, “You’ll always be a priority, Hen.” He smiled to himself, and even though she couldn’t see him, she countered, “Don’t be smiling.”

A/N: I usually do these at the front, but I wanted to just tag this bit of info in here… I do not know WHO I got the idea of Charlotte + Max Thunderman, and I’ve seen very little of the Thundermans, so Idek none about them. If I’m OOC with him or whatever, charge it to my head and not my heart.

#NESHA THIS IS SO GOOD #okay like. i’m such a sucker for a little jealous!henry #and it definitely doesnt seem like you don’t know max #i really LOVE the sciencebros thing its so cute!!!!!#ugh. i’m really just being dragged into thunderbolt huh.#it’s CUTE #ahh #thunderbolt #chenry #henry danger #the thundermans #charlotte page bolton #max thunderman #henry hart #submission

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descentintobandom · 5 years

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2018 APMA’s

Title: 2018 APMA’s Chapter: One-Shot Pairing: Andy/OC/Remington Rating: T Fic Summary: Andy is hosting the APMA’s and Palaye Royale is up for an award. What could possibly go wrong? Author’s Notes: Oh my god, it’s been a while since we’ve seen our favorite trio. I’ve missed them so much! So obviously this takes place shortly after Remington has entered Andy and Jenni’s relationship, so they’re very much at the beginning. Babies.

“Do I look okay?” Jenni asked for the thousandth time.

“Babe, this is the APMA’s. Not the Oscars”, Andy told her.

“I know”, she said, but she still cared about how she looked. This wasn’t her first time attending the Alternative Press Music Awards, but Andy was the host this year and she wanted to look her best.

Palaye Royale was also attending for the first year and the boys were up for an award. Best New Underground Band and Jenni couldn’t be more proud.

When they arrived at the venue, they stopped for pictures and Jenni played the part of dutiful girlfriend while Andy did interviews. Jenni kept a look out for Remington. She vaguely knew what he was wearing based on Emerson’s Instagram story. Finally she spotted him with his brothers. Jenni approached Andy and leaned in towards his ear. “Remington just got here”, she said.

Andy nodded and placed a quick kiss on her lips, causing the interviewers to “aww”.

“I’ll see you later”, she told him and walked towards Remington.

“Hello gorgeous!” he said, pecking her on the lips.

“You don’t look too bad yourself”.

He was dressed in a black and white striped suit that suspiciously looked like the one Michael Keaton wore in Beetlejuice.

Emerson was dressed in his usual Renaissance Pirate look and Sebastian was in a nice suit that was still very much his style.

“I’m gonna have the most gorgeous woman on my arm tonight”, Remington said.

Jenni blushed and gently shoved him. “Stop it”. Jenni walked down the carpet with the boys, doing the same as she had with Andy.

When they reached the end of the carpet, they were stopped by Alicia from A Music Blog, Yea?

Jenni thought Alicia was such a sweetheart and she loved all the interviews she did with her boys.

“I’m here with the lovely Palaye Royale. So Remington, you’re presenting an award tonight?” she asked.

“Yes I am actually. Although I’m still confused as to why”.

Jenni and Remington both knew it was a lie. They both suspected Andy had something to do with it.

Jenni stood quietly by Remington’s side as the interviewer continued to ask questions.

“So Jenni, what’s it like to have one of your boys presenting an award and the other hosting?” Alicia asked.

“I’m incredibly proud of them. I know that Andy was ecstatic when AP asked him to host this year and this year is Palaye’s first time being up for an award”.

“I understand that this is your first award show since Remington entered yours and Andy’s relationship. What is that like?”

“I honestly wish I could be by both of their sides. If I could, I would split myself in two. It’s still taking some navigating”.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Of course like most years, the event was a complete disaster.

Jenni would even go so far as to say that it was the worst one she had attended.

True, it would never have the budget of the Oscars, but it seemed nothing was going well.

At least for half of her boys. Andy was having the time of his life, whereas Remington was not.

After losing the “Best New Underground Band” to a band no one (not even most people watching) had ever heard of, Remington decided to get drunk. Unfortunately, this meant that he was drunk when he announced the next act, but he couldn’t care less. He went back to Andy’s dressing room and took a snap of him rolling his eyes captioned, “Fan voted”.

Of course when Andy saw the post, he was furious. Now the two of them were arguing as if Remington wasn’t in the room.

“He needs to grow up”, Andy snapped.

“I think he’s earned the right to be upset”, Jenni argued back.

“Yeah, it’s not like you’ve won every award you’ve ever been nominated for. I’m sorry I don’t have an army like you do”, Remington muttered, “I still think it was rigged. They bought votes or something”.

Andy sighed and walked over to Remington. He knelt in front of him and said, “I understand you’re upset. Maybe it was rigged maybe it wasn’t. Black Veil didn’t win every award at first and even when we did, people were upset about it. We never really fit in. I know you feel like no one here takes you seriously, but one day you won’t have to worry about that. One day, when you’re up for an award, you’ll no longer have to worry about winning it. Because you’ll win it every time”.

Remington gave him a small smile.

“I think we all need some sleep. It’s been a long day”, Jenni said.

Remington and Andy couldn’t agree more.

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It’s only make believe Pt. 1

Summary: the reader had fallen for the lone wolf Baron Corbin.

Warnings: swearing and fluff

Word count: 2234

"People see us everywhere They think you really care But myself I can't deceive I know it's only make believe"

I looked at another picture of me and Baron together smiling away at each other. Then looked at the caption "The cutest couple I have ever seen" it read. I smiled at that. In all out honestly Baron didn't really care about me as much as I care about him. I put my phone done and let out a deep sigh. "Hey (y/n), you ready to go?" I look towards where the voice had came from and see Sami Zayn. I smiled and nodded. I was about to grab my bag when Sami grabbed it. "You know I could of grabbed it right." I said to him. "Yea I know but I wanted to be a good friend and help you out." He said. I just shook my head and let out a small laugh. Sami started to walk out when I heard. "I'll take her bags." I looked and saw Baron had said that. "Oh Baron I was gonna ride back with Sami instead." I said. Baron shook his head no and grabbed my bags. He started to walk away with my bags. I sighed. "I guess I'm riding with him. Sorry about that Sami." I said apologetically. "It's fine (y/n). Maybe you can make it up to me?" Sami asked hopefully. I smiled and nodded. "How about I take you out for lunch tomorrow?" I said but it came out more like a question. He nodded. "That will definitely make it up to me." He said smiling. I was about to say something but was cut off. "(Y/n) come on!" I hear Baron yell. "I'll text you so you'll know more about our lunch date." I said to him quickly. I started to jog towards Baron. "Alright I'll be waiting for your text!" Sami yelled after me.

"My one and only prayer is that some day you'll care, My hopes, my dreams come true, my one and only you. No one will ever know how much I love you so My only prayer will be someday you'll care for me But it's o-only make believe."

Once in the car I could feel the frustration and tension in the air. Baron started the car but didn't back out of our parking spot. I sat there unsure of what to say. I could feel him looking at me but I didn't dare look back at him. After a couple of minutes of just sitting in silence he pulls out of the parking lot and speeds off to our house. I had just moved in recently with Baron because he said it would be fun to have his best friend as his roommate. The car ride home was silent and very tense. I grabbed my bags from the back seat before Baron could and walked towards our front door. I opened the door and went straight to my room. "What a day." I mumble to myself. I hear the front door close and someone walking up the stairs. "(Y/n) you forgot your phone in the car." I hear Baron say loudly. I groaned. I walked out of my room and walked past Baron who still seemed a little tensed. 'Maybe he had a rough night' I thought. I finally reached the car. Huh that's weird my phone wasn't where I had left it. I continued to search the car for my phone. Where the heck could it be? There it is. I reach under the drivers seat and grab my phone. I look it over and notice a small crack on my screen protector that wasn't there before. I probably did that and didn't notice it until now. I locked up the car and made my way back inside the house. My screen lighting up caught my attention. I looked at it and saw it was a text from Baron. I unlocked my phone and went straight to my text messages. I pressed on Barons name and read the text. "Went out with some friends be in late." It read. That's weird why didn't I hear him leave I was outside. I sent back a text telling him to be careful and have fun. I went up to my room to change into my pjs. I grabbed my phone and ordered myself some Chinese food. I sat in the living room waiting for my food when my mind started to wonder off to Baron. Maybe he's noticed that I like him more then a friend. Nah I haven't shown him any signs that I do. What if he likes me more then a friend? Nope I'm stopping myself right there because if I get my hopes up I'll be all sad about it so I'm not going to dwell on that question. I was pulled out of my thoughts when I hear a knock on the door. I hop off the couch and walk to the door. After paying for my food. I found myself feeling lonely as I sat at the kitchen table by myself. As if someone was reading my mind my phone started to ring. I picked my phone up to see who was calling me. I see Sami's smiling face on my screen and his name in bold coming across my screen. I picked up. "Hey Sami." I say happily. "Hi (y/n)." Sami replied back.

"My hopes, my dreams come true, my life I'd give for you, My heart, a wedding ring, my all, my everything. My heart I can't control, you rule my very soul, My only prayer will be someday you'll care for me But it's o-only make believe."

After a couple of hours of being on the phone with Sami I hear the front door open. I quickly turn my attention towards the door. I let out a sigh of relief when I see Baron stumble in. "I really hope she's not up." I hear him say. "Hey Sami Baron just got home so I'll see you tomorrow for our lunch date." I say to him quietly. "Okay see you then. Bye (y/n)." He said before hanging up. I hear the front door slam shut. Ignoring it I put my phone done and start to clean up my mess. I hear him walking up the stairs and then I hear a thud. "OWW." Laughing quietly to myself I continued to put my left over food in the fridge. I looked at the dishes in the sink and started debating on if I should do them or not. I hear my phone make a ding noise telling me I have a text. I quickly look at my phone screen to read that it was text from Baron. Picking up my phone and quickly unlocking it I go to my messages to see what he texted me. *text from Baron* 'Where are you?'. Did he go to my room and notice that I'm not in there? Phone dinged again and I looked back at the conversion with baron. *text from Baron* 'Did you go out without telling me?'. For a man who is drunk apparently he can still text just fine. I text him back. *text to Baron* 'Downstairs'. I could hear some shuffling noises from upstairs but I ignored it and went back to the dishes. I might as well get them done now rather then doing them tomorrow. "(Y/n)!" Baron yells from the top of the stairs. "In the kitchen Baron!" I yell back up to him. I turn on the faucet and put it to a bearable water temperature. Pick up the wash cloth I feel Baron wrap his arms around me. I let out a happy sigh but come to reality when I remember he's only doing this because he's drunk. "You know I love you right?" He ask me. "I know. I love you too." I say back. I know he only loves me as a friend but I mean it when I say I love him. "No like I'm in love with you (Y/n)." He said seriously. I sigh and stop doing the dishes for a second. "Baron you're only saying that because you're drunk. Now please go to bed before you say something else you don't mean to say." I said. I go back to doing the dishes and wait for him to respond. I feel him unwrap his arms from around me and back up a little from me. "I'm being serious (y/n). I'm in love with you." He said. I turned the water off after I finished the last dish and turned towards Baron with a frown. "Who put you up to this because it's not funny Baron. I'm not trying to get my hopes up believing in what the drunk you has to say. When I know the sober you has no feelings towards me because I can see it in your eyes. Just go to bed before you hurt me." I said but mumbled the last sentence. Baron looked at me in disbelief. "(Y/n)..." he steps towards me and lightly caresses my face. "I would never hurt you. I'm sorry if it seems like I'm lying but I'm telling you the truth." He said softly. I push his hand away from my face and look at him with tear filled eyes. "Baron... this isn't you talking. So please stop because by you telling me you're in love with me is hurting me when I know it's not true. Maybe if you told me this when you were sober then I would believe you." I said quietly. I start to walk away from him and wipe my eyes. "(Y/n)?" Baron said but it came out more like a question. I stop but don't turn around to look at him. "Is that all you want. You want me to be sober in order for you to believe me? If that's all you want I can do it for you." He said. I sigh and start to walk away. "Don't make empty promises." I said sadly. I hear him mumble something but I couldn't quite make it out. I start to walk up the stairs when thoughts enter my head. What if he is telling the truth? There could be a possibility that he actually likes me right? No your just being silly and getting your hopes up like you always do. I finally reach my room but hesitate for a moment. Shaking my head I walk into my room and close the door softly. I think a goods night rest could make this all go away. I lay on my bed for what seemed like hours but was only 10 minutes before I finally fell asleep.

"My one and only prayer, is that some day you'll care, My hopes, my dreams come true, my one and only you No one will ever know how much I love you so My prayers, my hopes, my schemes, you are my every dream But it's o-only make believe (Make believe)"

The sound of someone opening my door woke me up. "Hey sleeping beauty." I hear a familiar voice say. "Mmm five more minutes please." I said half asleep. I hear the person chuckle. "(Y/n) it's almost two in the afternoon." The voice said. "No its not. Baron you can't pull that trick on me again." I said tiredly. "I'm not Baron sweetheart." The voice said. Wait what. I open my eyes finally and look at the person talking to me. "Sami?" I ask unsure. He nods his head. I sighed and started to get up. "Sorry about missing our lunch date." I said. Then it dawns on me. "Wait how did you get in here?" I ask him. "Baron let me in. He also told me to tell you that he's going on a date tonight and not to wait up for him." He said. I knew he didn't mean what he said last night. I feel myself frown. "Hey are you okay?" Sami asks. I nod my head. I knew better then to believe in something that was never gonna happen. "Alright let me get dressed and then I'll take you to dinner to make up for missing lunch with you." I said. I got off my bed and started to walk past Sami to my closet when he grabbed my arm lightly making me stop. "Look (Y/n) it's alright to be upset with Baron. He told me about last night or what he could remember of it." Sami paused and thought for a couple of seconds. "I would be upset too if I was you. Especially if I hear he's going on a date with someone else." He said. I look at him with tear filled eyes. He pulled me into a tight hug and comforted me to his best ability. The sound of the front door opened and the sound of a females laughter filled the air. I cried even harder against his chest. I can't be here not while I have these feelings for him. I pull away from Sami and I look up at him. "I think I should get ready. You can wait in here for the time being." I said. I walk away from him and grab everything I need for our dinner date.

#imagines #wwe imagine #baron corbin #fluff imagine #imagine #wwe imagines

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anninhiliation · 5 years

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Like I Would

A/N: Heyy! So @sparklevag requested a part 2, so here it is! I was not planning on writing a part two, so choosing a direction for this was a bit tough! So maybe I could write my different directions of thoughts if you guys would like! A few songs I was choosing between was Torn by Natalie Imbruglia, I broke us by Cierra Ramires ft. Trevor Jackson, and Love will remember by Selena Gomez! Or maybe you guys would like songfics to other characters? I do not have rights to the song, gifs or characters of Riverdale. This is also my second song based fic, I am still getting used to it! Also, the italics are the lyrics!

Side Note: Cherrying is when someone lights the weed in a bowl or bong and smoke, but it's still lit for someone else to smoke and not have to relight. (I don't know if that makes sense to you, but I don't know how else to explain it hahaha!) Stash is referring to weed, a hit means you smoked it, so three would be you smoked three times as in the bowl, bong, blunt whatever was either passed to you or you lit it three times. (Okay THAT was a terrible explanation I am so sorry I don't know how to explain stoner slang I just know what it means and how to use it) And when I say smoked, I don't mean it total in someone’s life, I'm trying to say like took a drag, or puffed it, okay sorry I probably don't make any sense, but I am just trying to explain to those who don't know stoner slang)

Masterlist

Eyes Closed (Part 1)

Like I would (Song) Zayn

Warnings: There's mention of drug use, its weed I do not see it as a big deal but in case you do I'm just letting you know now! Light smut as well.

Hey what's up? It's been a while

Talking 'bout it's not my style

Thought I'd see what's up, while I'm lighting up

It's cold-hearted, cold-hearted

Know it's late, but I'm so wired

Saw your face and got inspired

Guess you let it go, now you're good to go

It's cold-hearted, cold-hearted

Sweet Pea’s POV:

It was a normal Friday night hanging out in the Quarry with Toni and Fangs. We had just left a northside party after it got dry and went to spend the night smoking a younger serpents stash. After three hits I was high and completely zoned out. Toni began cherrying what I left as I felt my phone buzz. I went to check what it was, but it was just a text from Josie, I unlocked my phone and forgot which led me to start mindlessly scrolling through Instagram. Suddenly I saw Y/N’s face on my feed, making me scroll back to double check. I saw that it was under Jugheads username and it was captioned “hacked”. Betty and Y/N made a slideshow of smiling and making silly faces.

“Fangs can I see your phone?” I blurted out looking up from my screen.

Fangs and I locked eyes, and he made a facial expression as if he was thinking about it.

“I won't do anything I just need to see something,” I added.

He nodded as he unlocked his phone and handed it to me. I looked through his apps, finding Instagram and tapping on it. I looked up Y/N’s username and went on her profile. After she found me with Josie she set her Instagram to private and deleted my account from her followers. A week after she blocked my number and started seeing Reggie Mantle. All her posts of me were deleted and replaced with Reggie. A pit of guilt formed in my stomach, seeing her face, her smile, she did it. She moved on from us.

Oh, oh, it's probably gonna sound wrong

Promise it won't last long

Oh, oh, if we can never go back

Thought you'd like to know that

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“Y/N, please listen to me!” I pleaded with the girl I betrayed.

Her eyes appeared to have been made from glass by how they glistened when they met mine. It was a few days after she caught me with Josie and she had finally agreed to let me explain myself.

“It was a mistake.” I sighed. “It meant nothing, it was just a kiss. I don't even like her like that.”

He, won't touch you like I do

He, won't love you like I would

He don't know your body

He don't do you right

He won't love you like I would

Love you like I would

As I sat at the lunch table I watched as Reggie put his arm around her small frame. How he would lean his body towards hers, and she would snuggle into his. They shared fries together and would giggle at each other.

“You okay Pea?” Jughead asked interrupting my thoughts.

“Yea Jones I’m great.” I snapped, getting up and storming out of Riverdale High.

It's okay to want me, 'cause I want you

Been thinkin' it over, but I'm through

So stop wasting all my time, messing with my mind

It's cold-hearted, cold-hearted

It was a rainy Thursday night when I heard a knock on my trailer. I was shocked to see it was Y/N.

“Hey.” She barely whispered out.

“Hey, come in,” I said as I opened the door further.

Out of habit I leaned in towards her and cupped her face. Out of reflex, she leaned her head into my hand and our lips met. The kiss began softly but quickly turned heated. My shirt went flying and her small soft hands roamed my back. I pulled on her bottom lip as she removed her shirt. I grabbed her thighs in the middle of our tongues battling for dominance. Her arms snaked around my neck and her hands lightly tugged on my hair. I lifted her thighs up and they wrapped around my waist. I carried her to my room and we fell back on old habits.

Oh, oh, it's probably gonna sound wrong

Promise it won't last long

Oh, oh, if we can never go back

Thought you'd like to know that

Once we both reached our climaxes she turned cold.

“I started something with Reggie.” She blurted out as she put her clothes back on.

“This was a mistake, but I thought I should let you know that there's no saving what we once had.” She added as she found her pants by my closet door.

“Okay. Do what you want.” I responded emotionlessly as I stared at the ceiling.

He, won't touch you like I do

He, won't love you like I would

He don't know your body

He don't do you right

He won't love you like I would

Love you like I would, like I would

He, won't touch you like I do

He, won't love you like I would

He don't know your body

He don't do you right

He won't love you like I would

Love you like I would, like I would

A month later at a northside party, I watched from the corner of my eye as I hustled some northsiders how he would place his hands on her hips and she would grind against him. How she would move her hair to the side to grant him more access to her skin. Their bodies were in sync but did not fit the same as her and I.

“Dude I know you’re staring at Y/N.” Fangs mumbled loud enough so only I could hear.

“I just can't see her actually liking that guy.” I mumbled.

He can't love you like I would

He can't love you like I could

He don't know your body

At the party, I watched as she went into the backyard and some Bulldogs pulled Reggie away. I nonchalantly followed her outside once Reggie was out of sight.

“I bet he doesn't fuck you like I did,” I stated watching her lean against the deck railing.

“That's no longer your business or concern Pea.” She sighed.

“It took me three months to figure out all the little things you like Y/L/N. Im just saying I bet he doesnt do half of those things.” I admitted.

He, won't touch you like I do

He, won't love you like I would

He don't know your body

He don't do you right

He won't love you like I would

Love you like I would, like I would

He, won't touch you like I do

He, won't love you like I would

He don't know your body

He don't do you right

He won't love you like I would

Love you like I would, like I would

“What If I told you he does a better job?” She whispered staring into the backyard and a little smirk grew upon her lips.

“I could prove that wrong and you know it.” I teased as I leaned against the wall.

Fangs suddenly flew open the sliding doors.

“Dude we have to go emergency meeting!” Fangs said with panic.

“He wont love you like I did Y/L/N.” I mumbled as I walked back into the house.

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peaches-of-1 · 5 years

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Hotel Valentine

Kihyun x Reader

Summary: You are the lucky winner of a Valentine’s Day Date with your Monsta X bias. On the 14th you and Kihyun spend the whole day in a luxurious hotel room where you make the best memories.

Do not repost without permission or claim as your own! Please do not remove caption or my tiny peach!

You dressed up in your cutest outfit and walked to the nearby cafe to sit and wait. Then you got a text that the car was outside. It’d be dark red according to the message. Your stomach was in knots as you got into the back seat and checked your makeup. You had done more than usual since it was Valentine’s Day and you were meeting an idol for a date. It had been because of the silent auction for a day with your Monsta X bias.

Would he be mad that you weren’t what he expected you��d be? Not a perfect Korean girl? You did your best to remind yourself to breathe as you played with your bracelet. Then you were walked into the hotel and got into a private elevator with whoever was in the front seat. A manager probably. He was a bit shorter than you and had a kind smile. His muscles made his shirt quite tight.

After he knocked on the door, there was a short exchange before he left and told you to have fun. A few seconds later, Kihyun answered in a bathrobe and quickly pulled you in before locking the door behind him. He was glad to see you. The word “Hi.” barely got out of your mouth before he started to kiss it.

“What are you doing?” You asked.

“You said you wanted the boyfriend experience and that kissing was ok. Or did I read it wrong?”

You put your arms up in front of you, “No. No. That’s what I said, but I didn’t think you’d actually… and so soon after I...hi.” You bowed to him and spoke formally.

“You’re my lover. Formal language isn’t needed.”

“Are...you sure?”

He nodded and tousled his pink hair, “100%. Take a look around. There’s a surprise for you in the bathroom. I hope it fits. I’ll be on the couch.”

The room was amazing and so large! Definitely a Lovers’ Suite. You went to the bathroom to see what he was talking about. He said that he hoped it fit. You had given them a clothing size a few sizes bigger because you liked big things. Hopefully whatever it was looked nice on your body. You smiled because you really wanted to impress Kihyun, and he seemed to have accepted his role right away. Even kissed you.

He wasn’t repulsed by you and you couldn’t help but grin. You saw a pile of red silk folded on the counter. As you lifted it up, you realized it was a pair of red pajamas. A top and pants that were the softest things you ever felt. So that’s why you were asked to bring a tank top. You put both of them on and then put on a white bathrobe over it.

Looking yourself in the mirror, you said, “Stop freaking out and enjoy this. You get to spend the day with Kihyun. Have fun.” You nodded and left the bathroom.

The boy with pink hair smiled at you, “Did it fit?”

“Y-Yeah. It did. Thank you.”

“That’s great! We gotta take some pictures throughout the day so that you can take them home, but we can do that after we eat. You came hungry, right?”

You smiled, “Yes! I mean, yea, I did...oppa?” You tried out the word on him to see how he would take it.

His grin got bigger, “That’s right. I’m your oppa, and I’m gonna order us some food. Anything you want, jagi.”

Even though you weren’t sure what you wanted, you could always go for a good pizza or something fried. Maybe some noodles. You wanted to apologize for your tastes being childish, but he said it was very cute of you and got on his phone to place the order. His smile was dazzling.

“Do you wanna watch a movie while we wait or while we eat? I wanna be the perfect boyfriend, so tell me what you want, and I’ll get it done.” He held your hands. “Don’t be nervous, alright?”

You nodded, “Ok. Um...I um. We don’t have to do it right now, but I really wanna watch The Princess Bride with you. I usually watch it alone on Valentine’s Day since I’m usually alone on...Valen...tine’s ...Day, but yeah.” You looked down and told yourself you sounded dumb.

He lifted your chin up and kissed your lips, “Sounds perfect. We can do that once the food is here. For now, I brought bubbles for us to blow off the balcony. It’s sunny out today, so I think it’d be fun. What do you think?”

“Sounds fun!” You said.

Kihyun took your hand and off to the private balcony where some bubble solution was set up. There was an automatic bubble blower that he turned on and then handed you a wand shaped like several hearts. Then he got one that was just a single heart and blew into it. This was a great way to break the ice because of the way the light danced off the iridescent spheres that bounced and floated in the air.

He took a picture of you as you blew bubbles off the edge. You turned to him and smiled genuinely for the first time. No nerves, just happy to be with him. Then you couldn’t help but blush, the heat in your cheeks rising and loss of eye contact. He touched your cheek.

The idol then took you back inside and had you take off your robe so that he could see you in the red silk pajamas. He did the same and then set up the camera on a tripod.

“Let me just put this on a timer, and then I’ll sit next to you. Ok?”

“Ok. Should I smile or?”

He looked at you, “Just act casual. Maybe a pout?”

You nodded and then did a casual pose, pulling one of your legs up to rest your elbow on while your head rested in the palm of your hand. The pout was playful, and your left hand was on the ground next to you. Kihyun sat on your left giving a goofy smile. Your hands were so close together. The nerves came back, so you pulled your hand into your lap. It made the pink haired idol lean over a bit towards you as the camera flashed.

After the flash, his head was on top of your hand...in your lap.

“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry!” You said. “I didn’t mean to--”

He just laughed, “You’re so cute, (Y/N).”

There was a knock at the front door, “Delivery!”

“One minute!” Kihyun stood and helped you up. “I’ll get the food. Start the movie, jagiya?”

You nodded, “Alright,” and he kissed your cheek.

As you made it to the couch, you put brought your robe with you but didn’t put it back on. You searched the streaming service that was pulled up, and found The Princess Bride. Then you sat and waited on the ornate couch after grabbing napkins and chopsticks. It was just so beautiful. There was no way in any hell that you’d be able to afford this place on your own. Was it too lame to be eating junk food in such an upscale hotel?

The smell of oily goodness reached your nose. Too late to get anything else now. Maybe dinner would be more sophisticated. Two large pizzas were set down onto the coffee table. Bags of takeout and soda were placed next to it. You helped him set everything up, and he said he wanted to take a picture with his phone of the spread.

“I rarely get to eat like this, so I wanna remember it.” He said and then poured you both champagne glasses full of carbonated sugar.

One pizza was round and had his favorite toppings on it while the other had cheese filled crust and your favorite toppings on it. This one was also shaped like a heart.

You chuckled, “That’s really cute, Kihyun oppa.”

“Glad you like it. Eat as much as you want.”

“Let’s dig in!”

The movie was just as good as you remembered. It felt better watching it when you weren’t alone with your face covered in 50% off chocolates and random takeout in your fuzzy pajamas. You were still in pajamas and eating takeout...however, it was with your Monsta X bias in silk and you were happy.

Kihyun seemed to enjoy the movie as well as his eyes were glued to the screen. He yawned and put his arm around you. Glancing at him, you could tell it wasn’t an accident. Boy was a dork, but he was a cute dork. You had love him as a fan before. But part of you believed yourself to be falling for him in this moment. You shook your head and chomped down another slice of pizza. There was no use falling for an idol. It’s not like you’d be a thing anyways.

This was just extra fanservice. You just happened to be the lucky fan.

“What’s an R...R.O.U.S.S?”

“Keep watching. You’ll find out.” You said.

He nodded and took a sip of his drink, nearly spitting it out when Westly got jumped by one of the Rodents of Unusual Size. You were spooked for a moment and then started to burst out laughing and even had to pause the video.

“What the fuck was that?” He giggled. “He just...it just...jumped. What?”

You couldn’t even reply because you were laughing so hard. It wasn’t until you saw Kihyun’s eyes on you and a small smile smirk on his lips that you settled down because he was just so cute! He kissed your cheek.

“Your laugh is so cute, but seriously. What was that?” He laughed. “Ok, ok. Let’s continue.”

Soon enough the movie was over. Kihyun then got one of the hotel maids to clean up your empty boxes and containers while he decided that he would sing to you.

“Song. Me? Why?” You asked. “I mean, it’s a dream come true because your voice is for the gods, but you really don’t have to.”

He pulled you along to the closet room where a stool was set up, “But oppa wants to.”

“Ok, Oppa~” You replied and sat on the stool.

He began to sing “Gold” by Hyomin, and boy did he sound beautiful. The way his voice was made, was blessed. Oof. You just felt like you were gonna cry. It felt as though he meant every word that he sang to you.

“How can love be like this? I’m always touched. You became a new light of my insecure life.” He smiled through you.

A bittersweet thought crossed your mind. Even if you did love him, he would never love you more than he loved to sing. For most people that would be a sad though, but it made you happy. You’d rather him sing and do what he loved for the rest of his life than ever be with anyone, even if it was you he was with. Gosh, you were being so silly.

Kihyun grabbed your hand, “You me so. You make me so my heart can, my heart can show. You make me, you make me Gold.” He kissed the back of it. “Happy Valentine’s Day, (Y/N).”

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Kihyun-ie.”

The two of you went to the bedroom and he climbed under the covers and lifted them over his head, “Come on.”

You were frozen on the edge, part of you wanting to go but also sort of afraid that you wouldn’t be able to handle it.

“We’ll just cuddle and talk. You’ll be little spoon, ok, jagi?”

You nodded because you were nervous but excited and he reached his hand out towards you, helping you on. Then the two of you laid down face to face. He was so close. How many people had been this close to him before? You smiled with a chuckle.

“What’s with the laugh?”

“I just feel so lucky to spend the day with you. Thanks, Kihyun.”

He smiled, “You’re welcome. Any questions you wanna ask?”

“Is it ok?”

Kihyun nodded, so you asked him everything you had ever wondered. From certain concerts to his favorite memories. Embarrassing moments on stage. Things like that, things your inner fangirl wanted to know. Things you were curious about. He answered each of them with jokes and patience, seeming like he was really interested in your questions.

“One more question before we get ready for dinner, ok?”

“Ummm, are you having fun? I know this is just part of your job, like you had to do it because I picked you but are you having a good time too?” You didn’t wanna be the only one having the time of your life.

He chuckled, showing off his teeth, and smoothed your hair, “I am having lots of fun. The other guys are doing three different photo shoots today while I get to just be with you. You’re a good fan. You respect my boundaries and haven’t made me do anything uncomfortable. That was my worst fear when this thing started, but I’m glad it was you, (Y/N).” Kihyun kissed your forehead. “Jagiya.”

Then it was time for dinner. Fancy clothes time. You were taken to another room where you were given a very fancy baby pink dress to put on. It took you awhile to realize it was your size and that it was for you, so you went a good 3 minutes just staring at it.

“You can put it on.” The woman from earlier said. “I’ll be right out here if you need help.

Once the dress was on, you got help to zip it up and got a few sparkling pins put into your hair. Then you were taken through the hallways to the elevator. It headed to the top floor. You asked the woman what this was all about when you noticed the two bodyguards getting on with you. In reply, she smiled and said it was just a safety precaution. Then you remembered who he was.

Kihyun was an idol. Fangirls and stalkers of all types were always trying to get close to him to either take pictures of him or interact with him in some way. He was special. You were connected with him if only for a day, so you had to be protected too. For a few hours, it was just like you two were best friends or even a couple. And now it was back to reality.

You nervously rubbed your beaded sleeves until the elevator went ding! And the guards went out first. After a count of 30, it was all clear and you were allowed into a beautiful room. It was empty except a small band and a table with a golden candelabra in the middle of a table. Kihyun was scratcing his head in a beautiful suit when he looked up and saw you walking towards him.

The look on his face was of shock, so you asked, “How do I look, oppa?”

“You...you look breathtaking, (Y/N)...jagiya.” He laughed nervously and then cleared his throat.

Kihyun pulled out the chair for you to sit on. You sat and he pushed you in before sitting in his own chair. Two plates were put in front of you. It was some expensive looking sushi. What made it look expensive? The gold. Yep. the sushi was wrapped in gold.

“Can I eat this?” You said with wide eyes. “Like, I can actually eat this and like it’s edible. This is food that I’m allowed to actually put in my mouth, chew, and swallow?”

He laughed, “Of course it is, jagi.”

“You’re too kind, I could ne--”

Kihyun took a piece and held it up to your mouth, “Say ahhh~”

“Ahhh.” You said.

When the sushi was in your mouth, it burst with flavor. You couldn’t believe this! You were eating golden sushi. Actually, it seemed like all the food had golden flecks here and there. He said that it was because a person with a golden heart deserved a golden meal. Yoo Kihyun was a secret prince or something. There was no way he was just an idol.

The way he smiled was more charming than any human you’ve ever seen. It was so much fun eating with him. You were able to tell stories and he started asking you questions about your hometown and things of that nature. Did you have pets? Siblings? Something you’ve always wanted to do but never got the chance. Fears? Hopes? He was so interested in learning about you. It made your heart flutter a million times over.

Then desert came in the form of two golden chocolate balls. You tilted your head.

“Hands in your lap, please.” The waiter said after you took a quick photo of the glittering orb.

He poured some hot melted caramel toffee type of thing on top of the sphere and it melted down to reveal ice cream with raspberries on top. It looked so tasty, and you couldn’t wait to eat it. He did the same to Kihyun’s orb and then told you to two to dig in. It sparkled in the caramel.

Then when you did get to dig into the ice cream, it was delicious.

“Mmmmm!!!” You two said in unison.

“So good!” You praised the meal.

Kihyun smiled in your direction, “Not as sweet as you, jagiya~”

You laughed, “You’re beautiful inside and out, oppa.”

The tips of his ears and his cheeks started to get red, and he began to laugh nervously. Was he really getting embarrassed in front of you? He was really cute.

“I really like the way you call me oppa, (Y/N).”

You smiled and ate a berry, “This is the only time you’ll ever hear me saying it, so I guess I should say it more...oppa.”

He laughed and ate more. It was late after you changed back into your regular clothing, so Kihyun said he’d get a car to drive you home. There was also a gift bag with the pictures and pajamas in there.

“Thank you for such an amazing night, oppa.”

“Thank you for such an amazing day, jagiya.” He said and kissed your forehead.

Then you and the manager with two guards and the manager from earlier. He waved at you until the elevator doors closed.

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