#i teared up cuz yeah. I'm missing someone this year

[dragonanne]

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[runawaymazola]

New Life

Chapter 1:

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Third Person's POV:

Home.

Ah yes, a big and luxury house would certainly make someone happy and contented, right? With everything you worked hard for got paid off with one big roof protected you and your family to live in. Everything felt right especially if you were raised and taken care of by a loving family. Would you want to get out of this house in order to start a new life?

Well you do, a  young 21 years old male decides to continue his life in South Korea instead after graduating. He wanted to live with his cousin there who is currently an idol under a company. He got a green light to stay with him in his apartment till he got his own money to live in a new house. Or maybe just a cozy apartment to live in

You must be wondering who is this cousin of yours, right? You will know soon.

currently, you are checking through your luggages to see if you're missing anything. Wouldn't want to leave anything precious behind. Especially your favourite pillow since you were a little.

" Doraemon, you are coming with me! " You said to the lifeless pillow and put it inside the luggage along with your clothes

"Honey, you sure you don't want our help to buy you a house there? " Your mother asked you while leaning onto the doorframe.

"Yeah son. At least let us help buy you a flight ticket. " You father added. You shake your head and stood up facing both of them with a reassuring smile. You could somehow feel their worries and care just by seeing their expression.

Mom is literally holding back her tears, calming herself by rubbing her arms. You approached them and hugged them tightly.

"Thanks for the offer but he already said that i could stay there until i found enough money to buy myself apartment. Besides, i got some money i worked before! "

You father nodded and put his hand on your shoulder. " Just call or text us if you need anything. "

You nodded and picked up your luggages and bags and head out of the room with your parents tailing behind you. You stopped your tracks and turned to them and pointed to your car in the driveway.

"Can my car being shipped off to Korea?" You bit your lip approaching the car you forgot that you have. It is literally a working blood and sweat you worked hard for to get it. You really don't want to leave it here! It's like your baby!

" We can send the car to you in Korea, then. " Your dad said. "Wouldn't be that expensive. " he added and smiled a little once he saw your relief face. You put your hand on your chest and nodded.

"Bye, baby girl. I will see you in Korea!" You kissed her and about to take another step to the taxi but you stopped and turned back to them

" What now?" Your mother started to get annoyed at you. Clearly forgotten that she cried earlier

"Can they really ship the car to the overseas? " you questioned again 

"I'm pretty sure they can! Now go! Before Chan waited for you!"

Just as you're about to say something, a big black van appeared onto the driveway and parked. You see your cousin walked out and smiled to you. He approached you guys with that still big smile on his face as he laughs a little seeing your face.

Well of course you would, cuz you are supposed to meet at Korea, but he's here !

" Hye Mr and Mr.s (L/N) ! " He greeted cheerfully and waved both of his hands

" Yah, what are you doing here ?? " You asked him, eyeing him up and down. He looked like he just got out from the shower cuz he looked fresh!  Not trying to sound creep but he smells fresh too

" Well, Straykids will be having a concert in LA. But i told the manager that i want to come here to Melbourne where apparently my cousin lives, i will take you to LA and come with us to the tour for a day and go back to Korea. " He explained.

" A tour?! W-wait. Ain't the world tour ends in like 3 months tops? "

"It's already the third month, (Y/N) . LA is our last world tour destination. " He picked up the luggages and looked at your parents.

" We are thankful that you allowed him to stay with you until he settles down with a new house. " your mother grabbed Chan's hands and patted them while smiling softly.

Bang Chan nodded and smiled

" Well he's lucky that I don't live with my members in the dorm anymore. Anyways let's go, (Y/N). I'll be dead if i missed the details for the rehearsal! " He rushed to the bonnet of the van and helped you put the luggages in it.

After saying goodbyes and a few hugs, you and BangChan finally takes off to the airport.

"But (Y/N) what work do you want to do in Korea?? Have you searched through yet?? "  BangChan looked up to you from his phone.

"Huh, I've tried but it's kinda hard to do it online. "

He nodded and back to his phone but he stopped in the mid way and turned to you, holding your arms. Startling you quite a little bit.

"Say, don't you love to write and produce songs?? " You nodded a little. Well you does because that's what you would do during your freetime and send the Demo's to BangChan to see if the song you produced is good or not.

Sometimes you helped him and the 3Rachas to produce songs too but from afar. Since you're not linked to any contract you cannot take the credit for the songs produced but you are contented that they love the songs you helped with!

" Well, you could be a music producer! Or a lyricist for our company, bro! " You looked at him and saw the excitement glistening in his eyes.  He smiles so wide that you're afraid he might hurt his jaw.

"yeah sure, bro. We will see about that."

"You should come with me and the others to the studio. I bet they will love to hear your works. Maybe i will be able to hook you up."

You looked at him and wiggled your eyebrows while smirking. He caught on and pushed your shoulders lightly as he laughed.

"You dirty minded bastard. Not that hook up! Y'know what i mean!"

"Ha Ha i know! Yeah sure try to hook me up, sir!" He fist pumped with you and typed into his phone. Probably talking with the members about fetching you up and going back home now.

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at the airport>>

"New Life, huh?" BangChan turned and looked at you before going inside the plane.

"New Life indeed." you smiled and nodded happily. You walked next to him and he put his arm around your shoulder and pushed you to the airplane.

Truth to be said, Bang Chan is happy that you finally accepted his offer to work with him formally.

But you don't know if you want to work with JYP or not. But time will tell

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[f14fun]

pixelated love (!simmer x mv1) - chapter 7

synopsis: in which the famous three time world champion max verstappen wants to learn how to play the sims 4. except, he doesn't really know how to. so what does he do, search up a youtube tutorial. low-and-behold, y/n's video is the first he watches.

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yourusername posted on her story

yourusername: GUESS WHO'S SEEING HER SUGAR DADDY 😈🌹❤️😏✈️

story replies:

maxverstappen1: Not funny. 😡

yourusername: your sugar baby awaits u 🤤🤤

yourusername: get ready to have a clean apartment 🤑

maxverstappen1: I could use the extra cooking and cleaning help... as well as help with the cats...

yourusername: gotcha babyboy 💦💦💸😇

maxverstappen1: Currently booking you a flight back HOME ticket...

landonorris: Ayeeee get that bag sis 🤑💸🍑😉

yourusername: LMFAO LANDO GTFO

landonorris: Make sure you get that bag and ur kitty purrs too 😈

yourusername: BYE WHO TF STOLE UR PHONE 😭😭

landonorris: If he can make you laugh and giggle, he can make that ass shake and jigg-

yourusername: lando i'm going to BLAWK u 😭

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yourusername

liked by maxverstappen1, landonorris and 239,761 others

yourusername: i hope pookie wookie bear has been enjoying time with me as i flex on the haters in my super duper uber-cool outfits (pls like it up, i think i spent like hours on pinterest and in my wardrobe coordinating possible outfits 😭😭💸)

view comments:

user1: ZOOWEEMAMA

user2: ALRIGHTTTT an aesthetic kween 🌟🌟

maxverstappen1: I think that your outfits look very super cool! 👍🏻👍🏻

maxverstappen1: I really like your outfits...

maxverstappen1: You look very pretty, schatze ❤️

yourusername: 🥰❤️

user2: GOODNIGHT LMFAO the boyfriend style commenting has me in tears 😭😭😭

user2: alright walk him like a dog sis walk him like a dog 🐶🐶🐶

user3: y'all forget that y/n actually has a bachelors and masters in data science and video game design... she is actually a woman in STEM who is RICHHHH but acts broke when she plays her silly little video games

user4: WAIT FRRR??? mother has BANK?

user5: yeah wait, literally people need to know more but she basically streams on the SIDE.... like she actually works for EA and SIMS 4 FOR REAL

user5: playing the game, testing shit, that is literally part of her job description

user5: y'all have been subject to this SCHEME i've known ab for years, actually!!

user6: BYE HOW LONG HAS SHE FOOLED US LIKE THIS???

user5: welp she's like 25 now... and she graduated with her masters at like age 21... so it's been six years since her job with ea LMFAO

user5: get PUNKED 🫵🏻

user7: bye so she wasn't lying when she said that she has a collection of dior bags... miss ma'am doesn't even NEED max's bag... she has her OWN

yourusername: LOUD. INCORRECT. BUZZER.

yourusername: i actually still do need max's bag as part of my MASTER PLAN for WORLD DOMINATION HAHAHAHA 😈😈😈

maxverstappen1: So I'm basically just a stepping stool.

yourusername: glad that you see your true worth babe 😘😘😘

georgerussell63: Get wrecked 🤣🤣🤣

maxverstappen1: STFU

user8: speaking as someone who literally SAW them roaming the streets of monaco irl... i'm telling you they actually might be a couple fr fr

user8: like he was always holding her bags, her clothes, just basically all of her shit 🤡🤡🤡

user8: and like i literally saw them at a hella expensive private club i know for a FACT that it's hella hard to get into last minute... especially on a week's notice oml 💸😇🌟

user8: bro and yesterday i literally saw them at DIOR and this man wanted to buy her BAGS ON BAGSSSS fr. ofc our rich mother refused but i SWEAR this man secretly bought her one or smth cuz he was eyeing them with sm intent 🤑🤑

user8: AND I DIDN'T INTENTIONALLY STALK THEM, MONACO IS JUST HELLA SMALL APARENTLY CUZ I KEPT SEEING THEM EVERYWHERE 😭😭😭

user9: are we nawt gonna talk ab how last slide miss ma'am is literally parading around with the ACTUAL FUCKING RING ON HER FINGER 💍💍💍

user9: zoom in y'all, i beg pls i swear i'm not hallucinating man

user10: WOAH WHAT THE FUCK???

user9: RIGHT???

user11: wait she is fr wearing that bigass ring around everywhere damn...

user9: ON HER RING FINGER NONTHELESS????

user12: i literally have no fucking idea what is satire and what's real life

user12: this is quite literally the LONGEST someone has still managed to keep me in the dark yet very much still providing me with sm information

user12: i feel bloody PUNKED 🤡😡

user13: wait ur so real LMFAO 😖😖

user13: maybe like the whole wedding bit is fake... but those emerging feels coming from BOTH of them seem VERY MUCH REAL

user14: ^^ such a good point 😉

user15: guys i don't mean to hyperfixiate (that is the last time i'll say that LMAO) but isn't the last slide a bit too close for "just friends" who happened to meet online first and irl just a few days ago?

user15: BYE ik we can't see it but we KNOW SHE IS DEFFO ON TOP OF HIMMMM 🤣🤣

yourusername: i have that top-dominant-alpha energy no matter where i am 😈👹👺🐺🐺🐺

user16: oh!-

maxverstappen1: Spending time with you felt very Spring Breakers Core!!!

user17: BROOOO Y/N HOW HAVE YOU GIRLIPOP-IFIED THIS MAN SO FAR???? 😭😭😭

yourusername: ughhh so true max...

yourusername: just wish we paraded around monaco in a big big pink truck

maxverstappen1: Well... there's always a next time for everything 🤭🤭🤭

user18: WHAT DO Y'ALL KNOW THAT I DON'T

user18: i hate hate HATE being left in the dark y'all 😭

user18: what in the fomo am i experiencing....

user18: this feels like gatekeeping 🧍🏽‍♀️

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author's note: ty guys for reading this fic! 😍🫶🏾

god the last twts made me chuckle a bit... n e ways, lemme know what form of media y'all want to see more of (i.e. twts, insta posts, insta stories, txt messages... i just want to gauge the audience opinion, yk?!)

also since we r getting into the nitty gritty detail of the romance aspect, i was wondering if y'all would want to see some prose/writing... rather than just a smau, b/c it's really hard to illustrate romance without all the creepy-ass paparazzi shots 😭😭

i'm also finally back from vaca! i'm still deciding if i want next chap or chap 9 to be the final chapter, stay tuned!

i'm also still a little behind on the taglist (like a few chapters), so if you didn't get tagged, PLEASE please please write your @ below, i'm so sorry y'all😭

comment if you want to be added to the taglist! ⋆.˚✮🎧✮˚.⋆

[the-firebird69]

Watch "The Bangles - Hazy Shade of Winter (Official Video)" on YouTube

You're saying a lot of things that make sense he doesn't want to be subjected to this twinkle toes game boy Tommy f and he's taking him on it was sitting here hoping someone else gets his people with his people might be just his people like us but different like Paris Hilton and we're just doing nothing and he told me it's a trick it's a psychological method of getting people to lay down there arms and their willpower and their people and not to do anything so he's working maneuvers and he's going to get us to do it we should know something we fell for this guy's stuff for 15,000 years he's trying to break it with all sorts of stuff it's going nuts with it everyday his hammering away to try and do something against this madman we have across the water that's what they say is because he was running Britain to look like a good guy and killing our own by doing so and getting us to fight. Where's that movie breakfast club and they're locating him and they're seeing what he's doing. But I mean it just even manipulate us is important and it's doing it with things and stuff and he says there's more some pertinent things Trump is doing that's why it's holding us there cuz he wants to find certain things and big ones too and it's kind of a weird thing because you guys pass it around and then whoever does it gets beat up it is sort of know it it's not getting you anywhere in the foreigners are doing it yeah Tommy f is doing it. So you can sacrifices to him thinking it's us and he accepts the sacrifice and we don't anymore because we don't want to live like this it's too much of a f** and it's too pushy and it's demanding stuff is threatening the whole world and if you knew you would not be tolerating it but we're handling a lot of stuff that's what we're saying that last part this is what we're doing his kids are becoming huge gigantic they're everywhere tearing it up and they're going down too and taking them down pretty soon they'll be out.

So son says this:

Me and my people meeting us Olympus are supposed to fight him down there and both sides will lose but has that happened for 15,000 years no and it's not happening now we're not losing down there so you hesitate to go down there because it's a psychological block but you can't expect us to do it cuz we know about it and it's been a long long time it's very weird

So we see that and we expect something to happen and nothing ever does and we've been doing it for a long time and my name says it too they're not sick of it it was thrown around and he's like I want you to stop vommitting everywhere, and what Trump is doing is ridiculous I can't even figure out what he's doing now it looks hilarious okay there's somebody in the cars cuz you wouldn't and we need them you're going down there and go down there then and then you cant and won't it's like John Candy for Christ's sake. It's really not trying and you think something's going to happen because of this old thought process that we have just been in there forever and it's changed rapidly his kids and they're beating the s*** out of them and his people are doing it and I'll tell you what his kids are kicking the crap out of everybody cuz they have to and that's what's necessary you know the whole time and it doesn't work is beating each other to a pulp because this one guy down below doesn't share anything. It's very simple if you own an area you own the tunnels below and he doesn't like that concept and he's starting to feel it but her friend says no that's not the medicine it's only part of it but the main dose is coming up and he's going to show us and I'm reluctant to say it but I believe it will work lots of stuff didn't the entrance is on Australia he says that's going to gosh during Miss that's what we need he says to expose one facility that's like the Holocaust being exposed or The Purge it's going to change history I believe him too it's gross molly ringwald and so I got up on my pulpit and I decided to show people and to try and help our people it's working he says you can see she's old and she's just continuously trying 16 candles pretty in Pink and it's working and you're getting the message slowly and you're working on things and that's what we need to do I tell you what the guy's going to get himself and it might be with that new shift and that was a sphere that was if he moves that other objects he's going to expose that thing and it's going to be on like donkey Kong.... Is there a laughing and said who's talking here then they couldn't figure it out then they got it and he said That's My style are you that a****** making saddles out of pure nogga hide... And fake plastic shower curtain rings he had to agree why not do that saddle things.

Thor Freya

[cats-inthe-cradle]

Hehe okay so, here are some snippets of the fic that're actually digitalized (I originally wrote it in a notebook, and I have yet to type out the rest cuz I'm lazy 😅)

It uh, got very long under the cut so prepare to do a lot of reading skfbek. Also spoilers for the manga towards the end.

"This is pointless," Denki whines quietly. He's a little disappointed when it only comes out just loud enough for those sitting around the couch (and maybe Jiro) to hear it. Instead of his frustration being broadcast across the entirety of the common room like he wants. But it's probably for the best, he thinks. Just that little bit had taken entirely too much energy. "I don't think Aizawa-sensei would agree," Sero says in response to Denki's complaint, elbowing his side. Denki pulls away from the attack with a grumble, pressing up further against Kirishima's side. He lays his head against his red-haired friend's shoulder, eyes still closed. "Come on man," Sero continues. "You don't wanna miss another assignment, do you?" Denki winces at the reminder. He really can't afford to be turning in even more late assignments. He peeks his eyes open, peering down at the paper Kirishima is currently writing on. He attempts once more to read the question at the top of the page. He only gets about two words in before giving up and pressing his face firmly into Kirishima's shoulder. "I don't know, man. My brain is like, totally fried right now.”

Denki swallows hard and fumbles for his phone where it's still tucked into his shorts pocket. He pulls up his recent messages, not even pausing to read the names when he clicks on one - if he pauses for too long he thinks he might manage to talk himself out of it - and hits call. It barely rings for a full second before it's picked up, and Kaachan's irritated voice comes through. "Pikachu I swear if you ask me to bring you a popsicle again I will murder you." Denki wants to laugh at that. Wants to jokingly reply with "A popsicle would be great, actually, will you please bring me a pink one?" But all he can manage is a scared "Kacchan?" spoken around a half contained sob. There's a brief pause, and Kacchan's body language must shift, because Denki hears a quiet "What's wrong?" from someone else on the other side of the phone. "Are you in your room?" Kacchan asks sharply, accompanied by the sound of movement. Denki tries to say yes, but instead all that comes out is a desperate "I'm scared.” - Something in the audio changes. Suddenly Denki can hear the thud of feet on the ground coming through the speaker. "Are you in danger?" Kacchan bites out next. "N-no," Denki stutters out. "Well, m-maybe? I'm not- I don't- I don't know." The last few words come out as a breathy whine. Denki runs a hand through his hair, wincing when it snags on tangles. "Are you hurt?" "No," Denki shakes his head, rubbing at the tears falling across his cheeks. "Kacchan, p-please-." "We're almost there, Denki," comes Kirishima's voice, steady and reliable as always. "Just hang tight okay?" "'K-kay," Denki mumbles. He can do that. They're almost there. It'll be fine. "Breathe, idiot," Kacchan snaps after a moment of silence, and Kaminari sucks in a sharp breath at the command. "Kacchan" Eijiro chides, exasperated. Denki manages a small, wet chuckle at his friends' antics.

Every time I reread these i desperately want to rewrite them i just haven't found the motivation yet adjfh

Okay so aus

To start I have an au where Kurogiri gets deaged into a 16yo Shirakumo, and is promptly adopted by the lov. Shirakumo keeps trying to escape without letting on the he's a hero, but keeps failing miserably because 1. He has no idea how much time has passed (it just, never comes up. He assumes it's still his time and the league assumes he already knows what year it is so, yeah). And this keeps hindering him cuz of how much things have changed. 2. He still has Kurogiri's quirk, which is recognized as the quirk of a villain associated with the lov. So everyone keeps assuming he's a villain. And 3. Every time he escapes the lov always comes to "rescue" him before he can get very far.

Eventually he does manage to escape tho and make it to UA, where after much confusion he is promptly adopted by class 1A (and Aizawa & Yamada, they don't want to let him out of their sight). Aizawa ends up regretting letting him interact with class 1A tho cuz Shirakumo is still very much a teenager and he is just as chaotic as the rest of 1A.

But ofc the lov shows up again and it basically turns into a giant custody battle over Shirakumo. Meanwhile AFO is losing his mind because the lov is too busy trying to get Shirakumo back to listen to him, and he also no longer has Kurogiri at his disposal.

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Then I have another very similar au where instead of just Kurogiri getting deaged it's the entire lov. Which has the effect of setting most of them back to before they became villains (like the only one who probably was an active villain at that point would've been compress, and Shigaraki would've just barely have started to be directly manipulated by afo). I don't think I ever figured out their exact ages for it but if I remember correctly it would've been something along the lines of, from youngest to oldest: toddler Toga, lil gamer twins Shigaraki & Spinner, pre-teen Dabi/Toya, and then Twice, Compress and Shirakumo were all about the same age, with I wanna say either Twice or Compress being a year older than the other two. This is based on their canon ages, so if they all got deaged the same amount of years.

So the plan was just for it to be an angsty but sweet little au where the lov do their best to take care of eachother and survive and become a lil family and grow up a lot healthier than the first time around.

Some plot points included:

Shirakumo getting deaged to somewhere between when he died and when ofa finished turning him into Kurogiri, so he's still Shirokumo but his memories are all wonky and sometimes it feels like there's multiple people in his head and his quirk is a mess and also he's injured/sick for the first bit of the au.

This means the Twice and Compress are stuck as the responsible ones™️ for the first little bit cuz Shirakumo's to sick to be of much help.

Toya still very much wants to be a hero at this point, and Shigaraki still does as well, which is a fun contrast to Compress who's basically a teenage petty criminal. Especially when Compress keeps trying to teach them how to crime (they have to get supplies somehow).

They end up going to Fuyumi one night when Endeavor is out of town, because Shirakumo isn't getting better and needs proper medical attention. She ends up calling Natsuo, and together they find a quirk expert doctor who's willing to help them out. (Fuyumi and Natsuo both get very emotional over lil Toya. Toya doesn't quite know what to do with the fact that he went from oldest to youngest sibling).

I have this scene in my head, of shortly after they all got deaged, where they stole a car. Shirakumo is laid down across the back seat, with his head in Toya's lap and very much out of it. Shigaraki and Spinner are both sat on the floor, with Shigaraki near Shirakumo's head and holding his hand. Compress is driving with Twice in the passenger seat and lil Toga in his lap (she's actively biting his hand). And Twice and Compress are arguing about what they're gonna do. Just a quiet lil moment where they're all scared and confused but the one thing they know is that they're oddly attatched to each other despite having (supposedly) never met before and they're gonna stick together no matter what.

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I also have a vague idea for a fic set post canon that follows a quirkless kid becoming a hero. Something along the lines of UA adjusting to allow those with less "flashy" quirks and those with no quirks the chance to become heros. Deku continuing as a quirkless hero after losing afo and inspiring quirkless kids to become heroes too. Also with glimpses into 1A and other student's early hero careers and how them and everyone else adjusted after the war etc. Idk if I'll ever write it but I think it's a fun concept.

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I feel like I have other aus, but I can't remember any of them rn so ig this is all for now!

Ok, three things to address:

1. Yes. Doflamingo and Rosinante (from One Piece) are brothers. And if you think Law’s story is a tragedy just wait until you find out how awful their story is and how it intertwines with Law’s. It’s a triangle of pain, fear, resentment, hate, revenge, love, and just everything I could ever want in a story about family.

2. Where the MHA fic at? Where’s your fics? I want to read them. Gimme?

3.

Look at the yoda ears. 🥹

Okay okay

1. Ye, I don't know much about Law's backstory, like, at all, just that it's angsty and that Rosinante is a father figure to Law (?) And also dead (?) And that Doflamingo is a jerk. But that's about all I've picked up so far djfje

2. I haven't finished any yet :') but I've got one Kaminari centric fic that's partially written if you want snippets? (Bakugou's in it). And I've got ideas for more fics...at least half of them also Kaminari centric (he's my boy okay I have to inflict pain on him) as well as some random aus I may or may not ever write (we'll see if i get around to it) but I'd be happy to talk about them.

3. THE BOY LOOK AT HIMMM SUCH A HANDSOME LITTLE GUY I LOVE HIS LITTLE YODA EARS AND HES DOING SUCH A GOOD JOB

In return, my sunshine of a kitten Hinata (he's a menace but he's sweet and adorable so he gets away with it):

[yiminsuu]

Lover? (1/2)

Pairing: Five Hargreeves x F!Reader

Warnings: Age gap (?), angst, reader has powers, blood, no weird shit cuz he has the body of a boy, jealous Five, reader is not a Hargreeves, everyone being chaotic.

Author’s Note: I binge watched the whole show in a day, and I still can’t get enough of it. I LOVE IT! Also, I don’t know why but I hear ‘Lover’ by Eneli whenever I think of a story about Five. Is this a song fic then? Partially.

↳ Part 2

Meeting the Hargreeves was purely coincidental. My mother was against giving me to Reginald Hargreeves and, therefore, my powers were highly prohibited in the house, or anywhere really. I had enough of her abusive behavior and ran away, after that, I won a life of luxury thanks to my songs and everyday practices. Ever since I let out a sound so high I almost destroyed an entire apartment, I never went a day without talking to someone, or at least to myself, just so I don't forget that I can and must speak.

I met Allison when she was speaking on the telephone with someone, although I was much more interested in the man following her than the conversation that brought the model to tears. I gave Allison a handkerchief with my best intention and invited her to coffee, only then I told her about that man. ONLY THEN... I got to meet a Hargreeves without me knowing. Allison only recognized me for my songs, and I ended up telling her the truth, that I'm just like her.

Afterward, all just went downhill when I met the rest of the Hargreeves. Diego is an asshole, not even said hello, Klaus is the embodiment of chaos, pretty much the mood, Luther is really sweet, just speaks too much about his father, I still haven't met Vanya, and Five is... What do you call a kid that has the mind of a 58-year-old man who won't stop teasing you? 

Recently I've been visiting the Hargreeves since I almost got kidnapped by a man and a woman. I got the coffee Five likes just to find out he's been missing for a few days now, disappointed, I shared the coffee with his family. "Can't believe the world ends in three days..." I said, crossing my arms as I sat next to Klaus. "That's what Five said." Luther muttered, taking a sip of his coffee. "The old bastard did mention the apocalypse, come to think of it. He just left out the part about how soon." Said Klaus as he changed his posture to drink. "But can we trust him? I don't know if you've noticed, but Five's a little..." Allison whistled as she pointed to her head, Klaus and I smiled amusedly. "Our little psycho." 

"Everything Five said until now seems to be true, we've even been attacked without doing anything. I don't believe those idiots were after him for fun." Luther agreed with me. "(Y/N)'s right. If he wasn't trying to stop an apocalypse, those lunatics wouldn't be chasing him."

Diego raised an eyebrow, glancing between his brother and me. "That's why they were after him?" I pursed my lips into a thin line as Luther nodded. "Yeah."

Allison gently tapped Luther's shoulder to get his attention. "What did Five even see?" The male stared at the model for a few moments with an unreadable expression. "Uh... Apparently, we all fought together against whoever was responsible." He looked at everyone as we urged him to go on, but he never did, on the contrary, he decided to change the subject. "Okay. So, here's the plan. Uh, we go through Dad's research--"

"Wait, what?"

"Hold on, hold on!"

"Nooo, come back here!"

"Wait a tick, wait a tick, wait a tick. What actually happened the first time around?" Klaus asked, along with Diego. "Yeah. What are you not tellin' us? Come on, big boy, spit it out."

Luther muttered something before drinking his coffee. "What did you say?" I questioned him. Luther coughed and exclaimed out quite calmly, more than I expected. "I said, uh, we died." The silence is so annoyingly terrifying. I choked on my saliva as Klaus screamed, an umbrella fell and opened, thus breaking the silence. "You... You have to be kidding me. How do we die? I was there too?" I asked with genuine confusion. "Yes, you were. Why do you think Five recognized you as soon as he saw you?" I blinked many times and let my back touch the soft couch, a hand resting on my face as Klaus began speaking. "Destiny is a bitch."

"For real." I started, getting up from the couch. "What do we do then? We can't wait for Five to magically appear." 

"She's right, we can't wait for him forever." As surprising as it is, Diego agreed with me on something, wow. His brothers and sister stared at him with widened eyes. "What?" Questioned Diego. "Nothing, we just expected that you would keep being an asshole to me."  I replied, receiving an annoying look from Diego. "Sure, keep thinking that after we saved each other's asses." I smiled brightly and we reunited at the bar to talk about our huge ass problem. "No one is going to get out until we figure this out." I said. "Is it just us?" Allison questioned Luther.

"It's everybody."

"In the house?"

"The whole planet?

"No, outside the house. Everyone died."

"Hey." We turned our attention to a girl wearing baggy clothes and a guy beside her, a guy that rubbed me the wrong way. "What's going on?"

"Who's that...?" I whispered to Diego, to which his mood changes a lot, even turning away. "Vanya." I replied with a small 'oh' and shut my mouth. 

"It's a family matter." Allison informed as she, just like everyone else, looked very uncomfortable. Vanya snickered sarcastically as she glanced at me. "A family matter. So you couldn't bother to include me, but you let a stranger know everything about us." I slowly let myself kneel out of everyone's sight, but my wish was denied by Diego, who told me to stand and not be a coward. "No, it's not like that. She is-- Wait. I'll fill you in later when we're alone." Allison was interrupted by Vanya. "Please, please, don't bother. And I won't either."

"Vanya, that's not fair." The model's tone was changing to a sorrowful one. "Fair? There's nothing fair about being your sister. I have been left out of everything for as long as I can remember, and I used to think it was Dad's fault, but he's dead. So it turns out you're the assholes." Vanya left the room along with who I assumed is her boyfriend, leaving us to glance between ourselves awkwardly. "I'm gonna go find Vanya and explain." The model was about to leave but was stopped by Luther. "No, wait, there isn't time. We need to figure out what causes the apocalypse."

"How do we figure out something like that? Could be a natural disaster, a nuclear war, asteroids, the Moon, or a planet crashing against Earth." I informed, Klaus stared at me as he drank the last bit of his coffee. "You really know how to give me the hibbie jibbies." He muttered to me, to which I apologized. "I'm thinking this is about the Moon. Dad must have sent me up there for a reason, and I was giving him daily updates on the conditions, I sent field samples." I grinned a little when Klaus and Diego boredly sighed at Luther's mission again. "The first thing we need to do is find his research."

"Hold on. Hold the phone. We all died fighting this thing the first time around. Remember?" Says Klaus, and Diego is agreeing with everyone today, amazing. "Klaus, shockingly, has a point. What gives us a win this time?"

A light blinds us for a second and we stepped back as Five appear from nowhere with a suitcase. "You guys, am I still high, or do you see him, too?" Klaus muttered, and I went to help Five along with Allison and Luther. "Five, are you alright?" I asked.

"Where have you been?"

"Who did this?"

"Irrelevant." Five took the coffee from Allison and started drinking it until he needed to breathe. We only stared at him with averted eyes as he turned to us. "So, the apocalypse is in three days. The only chance we have to save our world is, well, us."

"The Umbrella Academy." Luther guessed, and I nodded. "And a plus with powers." I crossed my arms and let Five continue. "Yeah, but with me, obviously. So if y'all don't get your sideshow acts together and get over yourselves, we're screwed. Who cares if dad messed us up? Are we gonna let that define us? No. And to give us a fighting chance to see next week, I've come back with a lead." He showed us a paper and gave it to us. I know who's responsible for the apocalypse. This is who we have to stop." 

We read the name on the paper with bewildered expressions. "Harold Jenkins?"

"Who the hell is Harold Jenkins?"

Time later, I got out of the building without the siblings noticing as they went on about that Harold Jenkins. I'm very skeptical about all of this, I mean, of course I believe Five but I'm not sure how I can help against the end of the world. Besides, Luther said we were together when we died, including me, so we must be doing something wrong even if Five is back before the disaster happened. I have better things to do and they won't need my help, they are the Hargreeves. "Where the hell are you going??" I jumped a little and turned around to find Five following me. I gawked at seeing him. Did he teleport here? "Five, please don't chase after me. I'm warning you."

"It'll probably be the last if we don't stop doomsday. You're running away, and I want to know why." Five is annoying, and I know that deep down he cares, however, most of the time I have to exhale deeply to stop myself from punching him. And, for fuck's sake, he just met me a few days ago, I want him to stop being so damn insufferable when it comes to me. "Luther told me I was there too. I'm starting to think that we're doing something wrong, maybe it's because we're together at the exact time we die. I'm sorry, Five. But even if I am one of you, that doesn't mean I can be useful." I turned and began walking away, deciding to ignore Five. "(Y/N)! Hey, don't ignore me--!" 

Finally, his voice faltered.

// Timeskip //

At night, and just coming back from my worst date ever, I heard the bell ringing as someone cried from the other side. "(Y/N), please open the door!!" I widened my eyes and opened the door quickly, letting Allison and Diego carry an injured Five to my couch. "Jesus, what happened?!" I shouted, Allison was panicking by now. "He was shot and didn't say anything! He told us you know first aid!" I cursed under my breath and went for the kit. I bit my tongue when I wanted to ask why they didn't go back to the academy, maybe they were closer to my house anyway. 

After taking the bullet out and closing the wound, I bandaged it and put a blanket over him. I stared at Five for a moment. He's so irresponsible, instead of going to a hospital or his mother, he comes to my house and expects me to take care of him. Well... He's winning. "Did Five come here before?" Diego asked, and I nodded. "He kept his 'list of events' very private, save for the occasional opinion he wanted from me sometimes. Five's annoying, yes, but I can tell he worries."

"Klaus is right. In a way, you two look like... I don't know-- Like you understand each other more than you think." I smiled a little at what Allison said, but it quickly disappeared. "Perhaps... I can't help but laugh at the thought that we met while I was dead. Since Five saw me it's like he can't leave me alone for a hot minute, he already has Dolores."

"Dolores' a manequin, you are real." I glanced at Allison and Diego slowly. The model is trying not to smile while the latter raised his eyebrows way too high for my taste. "Nooo... Nooo, please not you too. I had enough with Klaus." I didn't let Allison continue as I stood from the couch and told Diego to carry Five to the guest room. "Now, you two go and do whatever you have to do. I will have to heal Five with my song."

"You can heal with your voice? How many things can you do??" I looked at Diego and smiled. "The music you hear makes you feel whatever it wants to, the sound making you feel a sensation in your chest. I can do the same thing, with no music, only words... Depending on my emotions, I can make you feel relaxed, happy, angry, sad... Completely knock you out, destroy an entire building, illusions..." I furrowed my eyebrows and sighed softly, directing my eyes back to Allison and Diego, who were staring at me in concern. "I've been through hardships, just like you." I muttered sweetly.

With a hug from Allison and a nod from Diego, they went on their merry way and left me with an unconscious Five.

I put his clothes to wash, sat on the bed, and made sure he wasn't cold, I couldn't help but stare at his wound as I did so. I don't know why I'm so nervous to sing to him, he did say I'm not bad... It's obvious I took it as a compliment for my poor, sensitive heart. 

"Lover

And I think of my lover

How we held on each other

How there's no other one."

I shook my head and did my best to calm my heart, I grabbed his hand and rubbed it softly with my thumb. It's a song I've made out of my heart, of my everyday happenings. This hasn't happened for a long time.

"I'm at the, I'm at the coffee shop

A stranger comes walking and he's smoking hot

We bump in each other, oh my God

He asks if I'm okay, I say I'm not

My heart went, ra-ta-ta-ta

My mind said, 'nah-nah-nah'

He's such a player

Do I want him in my life?"

Five's wound is healing, I can feel it, but he'll still need to rest, which I doubt he'll ever do. I smile just by thinking about it, I have to ask his siblings to take care of him, even if Five is the older one.

"Lover

And I think of my lover

How we held on each other

How there's no other one,

He was in this coffee shop

With nobody by his side

How did we, how did we

Oh, how did we get in the same spot?

Though I'm just a stranger walking by

I can feel there's something with this guy

Oh, do I know him from another life?"

I close my eyes as his consciousness comes back slowly, and I feel much calmer than before. Knowing that Five is okay, not putting himself at risk...

"Lover

And I think of my lover

How we held on each other

How there's no other one,

His number on a cigarette

I said, 'I don't smoke, but I'll take it'

It's a one-way ticket, I can feel it

Tick tock, tick tock

I can't believe I did this

He's getting closer to me

And then I hear him say

'Will you be my... Lover?'"

The world stops, and I suddenly feel agitated at what I just did. This is meant to be a song to heal and the next song to my audience. What am I thinking? 

I opened my eyes and averted them slightly, Five is awake and staring at me with a smile, small but genuine. I let go of his hand and check if he has a fever, to which he responds with a groan. "You always have to treat me like a kid."

"You can be 58 all you want, but with your body, many procedures will be different. I hope you know that." Five doesn't say anything, and we stay in silence for a while. We see the rain falling outside the window, and my mind goes empty. "Why didn't you say anything? And why did you come here? I believe Grace could've done a better job."

"But she wouldn't have healed me as fast as you. It's a fact." I want to punch him so hard right now, but I restrain myself. "I believe your date went as bad as I thought it would." I let out a long sigh and stared at Five again, his cheeky smile adorning his face. "How do you--??" I started, but he interrupted me. "The only times I don't see you pathetically joyful is when you either don't have a song or when someone insults you. What did he do?"

I furrowed my brows and shook my head. "Stop worrying about me when you don't know shit, Five." I kissed his forehead as his eyes widened in surprise, it's like he forgot how to speak. "Now, YOU wait here as I bring you something to eat." I went to the kitchen and took out a salad from the fridge, when I turned, Five was sitting on a chair and staring at me. "Five, what the fuck! I told you to stay in bed! You have to stop scaring me, it's not funny anymore!"

"Let me just get this straight, siren." He ignored me completely and went on as he numbered what my problems are. And yeah, that's pretty much my nickname. "I saved you from getting kidnapped by the Commission, you know that you're going to die in an apocalypse, but you don't want anything to do with it, and instead you go on a date with a guy you've never met before. I didn't take you for an idiot!"

"Keep insulting me and see how much less I'll care. I can be an idiot all you want, but I know you won't need my help so I'm trying to have a normal life without anyone bothering me. So please, for the mother of all gods, eat the damn salad and go back to bed." I sound like a mother and I couldn't help but smile at that, receiving one from Five as well. "I'll eat if you come with me." He said.

"You are... Such a pain... In the ass..." I muttered slowly, trying my best not to laugh. Five began eating the food and I just watched as he did so, I didn't realize he had finished until he spoke. 

"How did you come by that song?" Asked Five as I took the plate and left it in the dishwasher. I couldn't formulate words the right words, as I don't even know how or why I thought of something like that. It's funny for me because it starts and ends with coffee. I wonder... "I... I don't know... I haven't had anyone in my life as special as that someone in my song. Probably the excitement of going on a date after so long." I glanced back at Five, finding him raising an eyebrow as I sat next to him with two cups of coffee. "He knew who I was since the beginning, and instead of keeping it private, he began asking people if they wanted a photo with me. I had to pay and get out of there, didn't want to use my voice to sleep them..." I sighed softly and let my head rest on my arms. "Yeah, pretty much a shitty day... Thank you."

Five is visibly confused by this as he drank his coffee. "For what?"

"I know this is cliche, but thank you for worrying for me. Even if sometimes you can be annoying." I muttered the last part but it was loud enough for him to hear. "Don't go out with strangers and my 'annoying habits' will vanish." He stated, leaving the cup aside. "Jealous much, number five? I can't be closed in my house forever, just waiting for you to come back with a wound."

"Why do you think I want you to come with me, woman?" There was a strange silence in the kitchen, maybe a little uncomfortable for me until I decided to speak with a fast heartbeat. "So I don't die. That's it." Five clicked his tongue and rolled his eyes slightly, but he never refused to look at me like he is doing now. "You don't understand what's going on." He said all of sudden, leaving me baffled. 

"I don't think I want to." My tone was noticeably nervous. I don't want to accept this, I refuse to accept that Klaus, Allison and Diego are right because it's weird. Five is an adult sure, but... "This is as weird as it is, let's just... Not."

Five teleported away just as I said that, leaving me alone in the kitchen with a full cup of coffee, and a tear falling down my cheek.

[koalacolbss]

If Only You Were Mine <3 Pt 1

{A Colby Brock Fluff}

I looked at Colby as he sat there at his desk with his head down sleeping ofc. aaah classic colby always sleeping... I guess I should begin with who I am. My name is y/n, m/n, l/n. And Iv'e been best friends with Cole Robert Brock, Sameul John Golbach, and Katrina Stuart for about 7 years now, we all met back in 4th grade.

Sam, Colby and Kat have all known each other longer but that's when I met them. I guess you could say they took me in, yeah that's it really, they took me under there arms when my abusive dad kicked me out. I was the only one in the friend group who was single, although iv'e liked colby for years i never got the courage to ask him out and one day he got a girlfriend, also known as my best friend, in most stories like this people say it was the friends fault cuz they knew you liked them but in this case it was mine, and when i told her i liked him she felt horrible because she was already with him and didnt want to hurt him so we stayed friends and they stayed dating.

Yeah..it sorta hurts to walk inside and hear her moaning his name when in your head you think it should be you. I live with sam colby and kat its cool i guess i get to be featured in their yt videos more then amber, my best friend. Amber and I agreed I could be in the YT vids more and she would be colbys gf. Anyways lets get back to the story yeah?

*3 hours later*

I walked into the house after soccer practice and just as expected im the only other one home except colby and amber who both are upstairs in colbys room making love to each other. I tear up a little but try to hide it as kat walks inside.

Kat: y/n?...why are you crying??

y/n: *thoughts* Oh shit- i must have a few tears oops...

all of a sudden i lost it. yep. you heard me i started bawling as kat cradled me into her arms

Kat: Y/N!!!!...what happened???

y/n: *sighs* I like colby...I have for years and I was to chicken to confess and so Amber asked him out and she didnt know I liked him so she felt bad but i told her to date him cuz i didnt want him to be hurt again..

Colby: *stops walking down the stairs* What?...*looks at amber* i-is that true love?

Amber: *nods yes* Im sorry.... I do like you but she liked you first and i felt bad when i found out...we should break up colbs im sorry she needs you more then i do..*leaves*

Colby: *looks at you* ykw...GET OUT Y/N!! YOU FUCKED IT ALL UP!!! DONT COME BACK TO OUR SCHOOL MOVE OUT OF THIS STUPID TOWN I DONT WANNA SEE YOUR DUMB FACE EVER AGAIN *picks y/n up and tosses you outside*

Sam: COLBY STOP ITS NOT HER FA-

Then the door slammed. And that was the last time I heard from colby. until I got the message.

*5 years later*

I was sound asleep when it happened. someone called me but i was to lazy to get up so i let it ring until the voicemail came, I was expecting spam or something but a familiar voice came through the speaker: "Hey y/n...um im not sure if you remember me my name is Colby. Cole Robert Brock. It's been awhile and I wanted to tell you how much I love you, this is my confession, its been years and I'm sure it's silly to you for me to apologize 5 years later but im sorry, I love you i truly do, Ik your back in kansas and all and I know you won't get this message cuz im not gonna send it to you cuz im fuckin stupid and to chicken to send it through but i wanted you to know i miss you so much and i wish i did things the right way that 5 years ago i think your really cute we should han-" **voicemail ended**

I was shocked. Colby did something I thought he never would do, he accidently sent me his confession, and an apology??!?!?!.. Man if he really sent this it must be worth it to call back and accept to meet up.. so i walked over to the phone and picked it up i hit the call back button and waited while it rang.

*MEANWHILE*

***Colbys POV***

Shit. shit. shit. I didnt mean for it to actually send through I feel horrible about how I overeacted 5 years ago but I wasn't ready to talk to her yet...she probably hates me why would she ever forgive me? I always had anger issues but i kicked her out of her own house. it was ours but still. she owned a part of it. then the phone rang and with a trembling hand i picked it up and answered it. "H-hello?"

y/n: *over the phone* Hey uhhhh i got your message- before you hang up yes i do except your apology and yes we should totally meet up somewhere.

colby: Oh nice! we should meet up at chick-fi-la! ill pay for us both if youd like?

y/n: yea! sure! sounds great colbs! maybe we can start over?

colby: y-yeah! yeah! i would love that!

y/n: ok...goodbye colbs see you tomorrow?

colby: yep. sounds like a date yn!! byeeee

then i hung up. god i must have sounded so dumb to her but inside my chest feels tingly and my stomach has butterflies. i turned around and looked at sam. "well...i did it brother i apologized to her."

sam: thats good. maybe youll date her tooooo"

colby: woah- lets not go that far maybe shes just waiting till she gets here to yell at me...

sam: whatever dude.

[cocobear137]

♡•••Ruined Confection•••♡

Denki Kaminari x reader

The small café at the corner of the street seemed to stand out more than usual to Denki Kaminari. His bright hair and smile are hard to miss amongst the dim sky and clouds. Despite the gloomy weather, the boy was happy and cheery. The reason for his behaviour was because of a particular (hair colour) girl.

During the many times throughout their childhood together, his love for her grew. He can vividly remember the games of "house" they'd use to play. The game of heroes, where it was an overexaggerated game of hide-and-seek. And he relives the memories in dreams. He dreams about the sunset talks as the years go by. Now, in high school, Kaminari felt that the time was right to confess.

"Looking as electric as ever Denki-chan!" Y/N greets the smiling boy as he approaches the doors to the café.

"What can I say? It's just a part of my flattering features." He smirks.

"Somethings never change." Laughing as they enter the café, they sit by the window and order drinks and a couple of sweet treats.

"I think that I have changed." Denki retorts."

"Yeah? and what has changed? 'Cuz it's not your maturity." Y/N interrupts as a mischievous smirk forms on her face.

"What? No! I've ripened like good grapes."

"So, raisins. That's your brain."

"Oh, you didn't just use that against me! Y/N, I feel attacked. Someone get a hero!" Denki rests a hand on his forehead dramatically. A fake tear runs down his cheek as Y/n laughs more.

"If it makes you feel better, you'd be used for good wine."

"Yeah! Boost my ego that makes me feel better."

"So, why did you bring me here? We usually just hang out on the rooftop of our apartment complex. Don't get me wrong, these sweets taste amazing!"

"Shame this place is popular. I could eat there all the time! But..." The boy across the table paused. His eyes trail down the slice of cake in front of him. And his face heats up to the colour of the strawberry topping on it. Nervousness climbs up his body. Slightly shaking and hands sweaty, Denki grabs all the confidence and courage he has and opens his mouth.

"I wanted to confess. We have been friends for so long that it was hard not to fall in love with you. All those times we have spent laughing at the stars and training to become heroes, I couldn't help myself. Do you feel-"

"I'm sorry, Kaminari."

"What?"

"I want to stay as friends."

"..."

"I have to go."

As she gets up to leave, Y/N accidentally hits the table, causing the cake in front of Denki to fall.

The strawberry topping rolls across the table.

➜✉ Been played too much genshin impact. Anywayyy thank you so much for reading and I hope you enjoyed it!

[newtsies]

When I Was Your Man || A Ralbert One Shot

a/n - hello! so basically this one shot is a College Newsies AU where Racetrack and Albert broke up and Race started dating Spot :'). it's about ralbert though?? so it's like- okay its from alberts POV and it's based on When I Was Your Man so yeah :D (all lyrics from the song will be in bold and italicized),, i'll only be writing the chorus once <3

also i didnt edit this cuz its late and IM TIRED SO sorry if it sucks lol

tw('s) - cussing

same bed but it feels just a little bit bigger now

Albert didn't sleep well at night, if he even slept at all. His bed was empty. The same bed that he had slept in since the beginning of college. But it wasn't his bed, it was their bed. At least, it used to be theirs. Now, it was just his, but he couldn't accept that it was only his.

But at one point, it was theirs. Him and Racetrack, it was once their bed. Even if it was only his, Albert could swear that Race's body was still outlined in the cushion of his bed.

The bed used to be so small, too small for the two of them. They cuddled together to keep each other from falling off. But now it was huge. He had no-one to roll over to in the morning, he was alone.

He couldn't even sleep on the right side of the bed. That was Race's side. Even if Race hadn't slept on the bed for a long time, even if he would never sleep on the bed again. That was his side, not Alberts.

And often times he would lay awake in bed, staring at the ceiling. He would reach over to the right for his boyfriends- ex-boyfriends hand. But it wasn't there. He reached over and was met with sheets and pillows.

So he didn't sleep, because he had no-one to sleep with and his bed was too big to sleep in. And he stayed awake until the next morning when he got into his car and drove from his apartment to the school.

Not even in his car did he get peace. It wasn't his car, it was Race's car. Race had picked it out, he liked the color. And it smelled like Race's cologne and it held memories of Race in each dent of the leather seats.

So he sold the car. He got a new car, his own car. But even with the smell of Race gone, with his memories in the seats gone. The radio in the new car betrayed Albert.

our song on the radio but it don't sound the same

The car radio had one station, and Albert could swear that the station only had one playlist they played each day. Because every day, and it never missed one day, it would play their song. The song they first danced to. So Albert turned off the radio, and he never turned it on. Even when friends begged him to play music, the radio staid off and he played music from his quiet phone.

Every day, Albert showed up to school exhausted. He nearly passed out in class. Lunch was the only time he ever slept. Everyone assumed he didn't get sleep due to his hard classes, which couldn't be farther from the truth. He didn't do his work. He couldn't pay attention in class, not with Race there.

when our friends talk about you, all it does is just tear me down

"You really lucked out being with him, Al," Jack said.

Romeo agreed and added onto the comment, "Kelly's right. He's gorgeous. And a genius too. Too smart for his own good."

Albert raised his head from his arms with a desperately sad look. He sighed and shook his head, "I told you guys. I know we broke up a while ago, but it still hurts, okay?" He rested his head back into his arms and closed his eyes tightly. His heart ached with every comment. He knew Race was gorgeous. He knew Race was a genius. He knew so much about him, yet he didn't know him enough to keep him happy.

"Sorry, man. Forgot," Jack mumbled. Romeo muttered something of an apology and scratched at his neck.

"I know you hate school activities," Romeo started, "But you should come to the party tonight. Dance a little, I think it'll cheer you up."

Albert sighed and tried not to think about why dancing would be hard for him. He looked up and pushed his hair out of his face, "I'll come."

'cause my heart breaks a little when i hear your name

"Race!" Spot called from the couch. The music boomed and Spots voice was quiet, but Albert heard the name anyways. He immediately turned to the boy.

Spot grinned as Race made his way over to him. Race plopped into his lap and smiled back as he hugged the boy. Alberts eyes widened and his chest ached.

Even just hearing Race's name hurt Albert, brought back a wave of memories. Each yell of Race's name when he did something dumb, each fond laugh of the name when he complimented him, each whine of Racetrack's name when he bugged Albert too much. He missed it all.

it all just sounds like ooh, ooh, hoo

Jack and Romeo were definitely talking to Albert, but he couldn't hear anything they were saying. The music sounded like gibberish and he couldn't think. All he could do was stare at the couple on the couch and ache at the sight.

mm, too young, too dumb to realize, that i should have bought you flowers

Albert watched as Race giggled at the flower Spot offered him. Spot smiled and put the small yellow flower behind Race's ear. The stem stuck between his ear and his head whilst the bud pointed outwards.

The years that they dated, Albert and Race were young and naive. He didn't know how to be romantic or how to make Race happy. No matter how hard he tried.

"I should've bought him flowers," He sighed. Jack and Romeo shared a knowing glance before pushing Albert to sit down on the couch.

and held your hand

"I mean," Albert continued, "I was too insecure to do anything with him." They didn't even hold hands in public, because Albert was scared. Scared of what society would think.

should have gave you all my hours, when i had the chance

Albert and Race had started dating their first year of college. Albert was constantly busy with classes. He was always doing work and stressing about class.

Anytime Race would make an attempt to spend time with him, he shut it down.

"I'm doing work," He would say, "You should be doing work, too."

He wanted to do well, get a good job, find a good home, start a family. But all of that was dumb. It was pointless. To hell with it all if we didn't get to come back from his job to see Race. Because Race was his home and he didn't want to start a family with anyone else.

take you to every party 'cause all you wanted to do was dance

"Al!" Race would whine and grab at his arm, "Dance with me, please. Just for a little bit."

Albert never did dance with him. No matter how much he asked, he refused to do so. He couldn't, he needed to get good grades. He needed to provide.

"We can dance later," He would say.

The usual response he would get was, "Promise?" But one day, he received a different answer, "There isn't going to be a later. Not for us, Albert."

now my baby's dancing, but he's dancing with another man

Race pulled Spot up from the couch. They smiled as they moved together to the middle of the room. The music vibrated around them as the two danced.

Albert watched from the camp as he shook his leg. He took in a deep and quaking breath before stumbling out of the house. He threw his cup to the side and gulped in a large breath.

my pride, my ego, my needs, and my selfish ways, caused a good strong man like you to walk out my life

"What do you mean their won't be a later for us, Racer?" Albert had asked, finally looking up from his studies.

Race had scoffed, "Oh, of course! That's what gets you to look me in the eye, huh?" He had rolled his eyes, "We're done, Al. I can't do this anymore, can't do us. Okay? You're so god damn selfish. You only do what's best for you. Ever think about what's best for us, huh? Do you ever even think about me?"

"Of course I think about you, Race. You're all I ever think about," Al had stuttered out.

"Sure," Race had laughed sourly, "I just wanted to fucking dance, Albert. You wouldn't even do that with me. I'm leaving." With that, Race had grabbed all of his stuff and walked out of the apartment.

now i never, never get to clean up the mess i made, oh. and that haunts me every time i close my eyes

Albert closed his eyes when he left the house. Their breakup flashed behind his eyelids and he choked out a sob. He fell to his knees on the grass.

"God damnit," He weakly hit the grass beneath him, "I could've fixed it. I could- Could've. But- Spot. I can't fix it anymore."

although it hurts, i'll be the first to say that i was wrong

He shook his head, "Race was right. I never thought about him." And his stomach twisted with that realization.

Albert has thought he was thinking about Race, about their future together. But it was never about Race, it was about him. He needed to good grades, Racer didn't. Everything that happened was his fault, and he knew that.

oh, i know i'm probably much too late, to try and apologize for my mistakes

He took a deep breath before falling back to sit down on the grass. The door opened and a boy with curly blonde hair sat down next to him.

Race gave Albert a sad smile.

"I'm not going to say sorry," Albert started, "Because that won't make up for anything. I was wrong, about everything." Race nodded.

"Al," Race said quietly.

Albert shook his head with a small grin, "Don't. Go get, Spot. Be happy. Go love the boy who you want to see when you get home from long work days, okay? Love him the way I love you." He paused, "Not the way I treated you, but the way I feel about you. I know it didn't seem like it. But I love you."

Race smiled and gave Albert a pat on the cheek, "I loved you too."

That was the sad tragedy of their relationship.

Albert was in love with Race. Race had been in love with Albert.

They loved each other at different times. But Albert could accept the pain of being in love with a boy would didn't love him back, because even though Race was in love with someone else, he was happy. And that's all Albert wanted, because Race deserved to be happy.

[crownin-thestars]

There's a Reason Why

You know who Mega is, right? Everyone knows him as that one mute kid, but they don't know why he's mute and they don't seem to care.

But Mega wasn't always like this

Mega was usually a quiet kid around children his age and older, being quite shy and was always teased for his birthmark location. When he was around those younger, he would usually come off as a bit of a bully because of what he says to them. The only reason he did that was to get rid of stress from both school AND home.

His household was even more stressful, having a single mother and being her only child. His father had filed a divorce agreement but was unable to gain custody over Mega due to his mother presenting false cases. This resulted in, of course, Mega living under his mother's roof.

False cases? His mother sounds like the scummiest scumbag in the world, and I can assure you that that may or may not be true. The reason she wanted custody over Mega was because she was never able to reach her own goals, and with a child, she wanted him to achieve them for her. She never cared about what he wanted to do, all she cares about was that her son absolutely needed to become what she expected him to be.

This woman forced her son to be a perfect child. All A stars in school, always obedient at home and always helped her with housework. (For the record, I don't exactly know how grades work in America, an A star is the highest grade you can get on an exam in my country and a U as the lowest, standing for ungraded so I might go by that)

When Mega had told her he wanted to create content, this set her off. His mother yelled at him, so much that it brought him to tears. He was never yelled at like that for so long, the words that came out her mouth sounded like they were came from another. Mega heard things like 'You were a mistake after all' and 'why can't you let me make you great'. He didn't want to hear anymore of it, running off to his room and locking the door.

Mega's mother thought he had changed his mind, yeah that's how entitled she is, but she soon found out that she was very wrong.

Mega had come home one day on his phone. He wasn't even in the house for a minute when his phone was snatched out of his hands. He was slammed into the wall, causing a few things on the shelf next to him to fall. His mother asked him what he had been doing when he hid in his room.

Nervous, he stuttered out a 'nothing', flinching as his mother raised her arm. She screamed at him for being a lier, and told him that she had been keeping track of who and what he was texting. Mega could feel his blood go cold. Knowing who he was texting would mean her knowing what he was planning, and considering what had happened just a few days ago, he already knew she would not react well.

Mega managed to break free from his mother's vice like grip, snatching his phone back before bolting to his room. The slammed the door shut, locking it. Loud banging and screaming coul be heard behind the door. No matter how much she screamed, he wouldn't break the only barrier he had between him and his mother.

He leaned back on the wall opposite the door, his body sliding down as tears fell from his eyes. He grasped his arms around his head, trying to keep the bad noises out. Mega whispered to himself through the sobs as the banging continued. Why did love feel this painful?

Mega had come home from a long day at school. He entered his home, expecting a greeting from his mother. Nothing was said. He quickly checked the kitchen and her room, no one was in there. Mega smiled to himself. He had the home to himself till she came back! It was still noon, so he had just hoped that his mother would only come back in the evening.

Mega enjoyed the hours he was alone, not having his mother there to tell him off. He had played a few games on his phone and watched many, many videos on YouTube. In the middle of watching another video, he looked up to check his clock. It was already late at night and she hasn't come home yet.

He was confused, getting up from his bed. His mind was interrupted by a wave of pain in his stomach. I haven't had dinner. He thought, making his way to the kitchen. Mega looked in the fridge, no leftovers from the night before. That's fine, leftovers aren't the best of foods to eat. He opened up the shelves, only finding a few cans of soup and some instant cup noodles. Guess the noodles would have to do.

It was the next day, had to be a school day of course. Mega did his usual morning routine, the only thing different was that. . . His mom still wasn't home?

He sighed, going around the house to find some cash to bring along with him. He opened drawers and looked under beds. There wasn't a single penny in the whole place. He looked over at his piggy bank, a sort of last resort. He went to pick it up and shook it, sighing with relief when he heard the sound of coined crashing against the metal casing. This money he saved was meant to be a little bank account for the things that he might have wanted. Removing the little cork at the bottom, he shook the money out, it was just enough for the bus rides to school and back for about two to three days.

He grabbed the money, shoving it in his pocket. Time to get to school.

~Smol timeskip cuz again idk how America schooling systems work~

On the bus ride home, he had attempted to contact his mother, ending with it hanging up immediately. Staying on his own was an intimidating thought, and he wanted to know when she would be coming home.

He entered his home. Mother isn't home again. This time, he wasn't happy. He has never been isolated by himself like this before. That's fine. . . I'm fine. . . He assured himself. His mother was gonna come home at some point. Right?

It had been a few days since Mega had seen his mother, or had an actual interaction with someone. How many days? He had lost track. He wasn't able to go to school anymore because he didn't have money to take the bus. Mega could feel himself losing a bit of his sanity, but it was kept intact with the texting of his online friend. The house was in a bit of a mess, and at this point he didn't bother to take care of it. He couldn't tell if he missed his mother or not, the only feeling inside him being. . . Almost nothing. He kept on reassuring himself, making sure he doesn't do anything stupid.

That's fine. . . Uh oh- A noise was heard from outside the house. He couldn't tell if it was a wild animal, a burglar or his mother. Not taking any chances, he went to hide away. Mega bit his lip, afraid to make any noise whatsoever. Hearing footsteps entering the apartment made his heart beat rapidly. He peaked out of his hiding place to have a look at what was happening. He saw two adults, one woman and one man, possibly a couple, looking at the small mess of a home.

Mega must have peaked out for too long, the woman feeling something watching. She turned to where he was looking out from and saw Mega. Scared, he quickly hid away. He heard soft whispers as the sound of the trespassers footsteps was getting closer. Tears had started to drip down as the footsteps got louder and louder. Mega bit on his lip harder, trying his best to not let the crying overpower him. He knew they've found him, he knew he couldn't do anything. So he just sat there in fear.

They'll hurt you. He thought. That's all people do to you.

Mega looked up, taking in the new faces in front of him. His fear immediately caught up to him as tears burst out. He quickly tried to hide his face, trying not to show weakness. (I mean like he's 7 cut him some slack-)

He heard some sort of packaging open as a small scent of cookies filled the area. He peaked up and saw that the woman was offering him the delicacies. He accepted them with gratitude as he started munching on them. They reminded him of how his father made them when they were still together. . .

The man came to sit down next to the young, scrappy and hungry child, ruffling his hair a little bit as the woman knelt down in front of him with a smile. Mega cherished the company he had around him, softly chewing on the chocolate chip cookies given.

This was the most loved he has felt in so long. . .

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Word Count: 1621 words

HAHA I'M FINALLY DONE WITH THIS!! Bro I ran out of words to write at the part where the couple came into the house, so the ending might have sucked a bit, but I still quite like that ending.

Also watched Hamilfilm recently, currently obsessing over the songs, hence that Hamilton reference I put in there.

Also yes I made a 7 year old smart as heck because why not? Dream was able to connect his computer to his neighbor's electricity when he was 15 so it's possible to be overly smart at a young age.

Side note that these are the very same people that decided to take care of him and help him grow up.

Side note #2 if you haven't guessed it yet the issue I was wanting to raise awareness about is child abandonment. I don't know how well I did with writing this because I consider myself to be a privelaged child.

[enchantedtomeethyun]

Cruel Summer Part 3-Chan

Warnings: mild smut. Language. ANGST

It was a week later and I hadn't seen Chan all day. He had been busy preparing for an interview with the boys and he wasn't going to be back at the dorms until late because of practice. After that night we had made things official but not completely. He told the boys of course who had a feeling something was going on. But he had not told his manager or the company about it since they are on a dating ban until next year. Seems pretty stupid if you ask me but at least he's mine right?

For the past week I have been living at the dorms with the boys cause my apartment is getting renovated no thanks to my neighbors neglect of their pasta and setting almost all of their kitchen on fire and mine as well. Since there are people there working I can't sleep so Chan offered for me to sleep over at the dorms. Of course me being me thinking I can get in on some one on one time with him since that night we confessed didn't end with an intense session of fucking. Instead he drove us to ihop and we ate pancakes. Yeah pancakes are great but I wanted some dick. Some Chan Dick™️.

We actually haven't touched each other for about a week and half. Yeah he's busy but man my mind can wonder just laying in his bed all day waiting for him to come back. 

The rain began to pour and I fell asleep on the pillowy soft bed. It smelled like him too. Now you're wondering what he smells like. But only I know. It was around 12am when I heard the creaking of the door open and shuffled footsteps approach the bed. His heavy breathing makes me confused. Was he in a hurry to get back? Tossing over to the side where he is I opened my eyes slowly.

"Channie.." I said quietly. He sits down on the bed and cups my face in his hands smiling.

"Did I wake you? I'm sorry baby.." he said kissing me on the forehead. He takes off his shirt leaving only his boxers on. Climbing into bed with me he reaches for my torso pulling me close to his. He drapes his arm around my waist and I feel his hot breath on my neck. Everything is calm and cozy but I kind of wanna raise a little hell. I adjust my position stretching my legs then rubbing my butt against his front earning a confusing grunt from the boy behind me.

"Baby are you ok?" He mumbles out half asleep  reaching for my hand and holding it.

"Mmmm yeah I am it's just.." I trail off.

"Hm? What's wrong? Are you cold I can turn off the fan or get you a blanket did you need something?" He continued on worry in his eyes.

"Maybe not something.." I said looking at him hoping he would get my drift.

"Oh uh ok goodnight then heh " he responded sounding nervous. How is this man so dense. What do I have to do take his dick out and suck it?  Maybe if I just flat out say it. I want your dick.

"I want your dick". I said flatly. Chan's eyes opened wide. He began to laugh covering his face.

"Sorry sorry .....sorry". He said between laughs.

"Yah! What's so funny!"  I said sitting up irritated.

"No no! You're just so bold all of a sudden. I was just surprised." He said smiling and catching his breath from laughing.  I climbed over to him sitting on top of him. His arms stretched behind his head relaxed. He had a dazed smile on his face.

"Why are you looking at me like that.." I said slowly. He chuckled and remover his hands from behind his head and placed them in my waist.

"This is just the first time we are doing this together ever since we made it official. I'm just nervous. " He says eyes looking away.

"Nervous about what? We did this before.. I've seen your dick before chan?" I said crossing my arms.

"Yeah but this is the first time in this setting. In my home. What if it's different or like ?" He goes on and I cut him off mid sentence with a kiss to the lips.

"I missed those rude interruptions.." he said as he began to feel around my waist pulling me in for a longer kiss. His lips are soft and welcoming. He feels like coming home. In the heat of the moment he takes the time to take off my sweatshirt and shorts leaving me in nothing on top of him. His boxers begin to feel a bit uncomfortable for him as his dick begins to make its self known underneath my lap. Taking my hand I begin the stroke him. He stops me for a second to take off his boxers leaving nothing on him. He then takes me by my waist lining me up with his throbbing dick dripping with pre cum. When I go down on him it takes me a second to get comfortable but once i do I begin to ride him slowly. Chans moans are low in tone but loud in volume. I kept going till I heard laughing coming from the other room making me stop and my eyes shoot to Chans panicked.

"It's just hyunjin and his girlfriend. They watch 90 day fiance every Friday night." Chan explains pleading with his eyes for me to keep going. I nod my head and continue on until I feel it building up. I know he feels it too because there is no way Hyunjin and his girlfriend can't hear him. While riding out my high all I can think of is how their laughing and talking ceased. Snapping me out of that was Chan thrusting into my rapidly trying to cum. When he does I feel it shoot up into and the warmth begins to ooze out as I climb off of him. He kisses my cheek rolling over to hold me. With that i fell asleep.

The next morning I woke up and Chan was gone. I was a bit sad since I had always Imagined what it would finally be like wake up by his side in this context. My only one. Instead I feel that feeling that I was all too familiar with. Waving up the next morning in the hotel room to an empty bed and money on the table to tip the maid. I'm sure he needed to go to practice so i decided to get up forgetting about what he did inside me the night before. Touching my upper inner thigh it felt sticky to the touch. Walking over to the corner to grab my clothes I put them on and walk into the hallway to find the bathroom. Walking past Hyunjin's room I hear similar sounds Chan and I were making the night before. The only difference is their "I fucking love you" and "fuck you too ahh". Chan never really talked to me or expressed his feelings during sex. Walking into the bathroom my head was hung over. Removing my clothes and locking the door I took my phone out of my pocket and texted Chan.

Me: hey where did you go? Practice? Cuz hyunjin is here still

Sent

Placing it on the counter I step into the shower and begin to wash away the night before. After I was finished in the shower I wrap myself in a towel and sit on the stool by the counter checking my phone for any response from Chan. Before I could look there's a knocking at the door.

"Hey uhh when are you done cause we need to shower .." Hyunjim says.

"Oh my God don't say it like that. First you sound rude and second you make us sound gross." The girl said laughing.

"Yeah I'm done hold on." I said laughing. I slipped my clothes back on and opened the door. There stood hyunjin and his girlfriend holding towels behind their backs. Weird. The girl was shorter than him by like 8 inches at least but that didn't stop him from hugging her from behind as they waited. Scrolling through tiktoks and laughing in their own world I made my first foot step loud to get their attention. This worked cause the moment the door way was free I heard them yelling about racing to see who could get naked the fastest and the door slamming shut. What an odd couple. I look at my phone looking for Chans reply and there it is.

Chan: we were crazy to think that this would work

Huh.

Me: Chan what do you mean where are you?

Chan: I'm at the spot. Meet me there.

Racing to get there grab my shoes and leave the dorm and take the short walk it was to our spot. The vending machine alley. Once I arrived i ran over to him giving him a hug. He was sitting on the ground with his head in his hands as he colors me blue.

"You make me blue." I said pouting and taking a seat next to him on the pavement. He reaches for my hand and holds it.

"We're we stupid to jump into this?" Chan begins.

"What are you talking about we've been seeing each other for months?" I said questioning him.

"I can't seem to separate what we had previously and what we have now. Last night felt the same and I don't know why but I'm confused..." He said looking at me.

"Con confused? It felt the same cause we've liked each other that's why! That's a good thing..." I said laughing.

"No it's not I should feel protective over you and want to be the only guy for you but it occurred to me that if I saw you with someone else I wouldn't be hurt.." Chan said seriously.

"I can't talk to you when you're like this! Fuck Chan you always over think everything!" I said taking my hand back.

"No listen to me.." he said. 

"I thought we could get away with this. But I look at Hyun and his girlfriend and i think that's not how I see us.." he said choking up.

The nerve of him to cry cause that's all I wanted to do. He's all I wanted but not like this.

"You're all I wanted Chan.." I said as I cried. He squeezed my hand.

"I know..." He said looking down disappointed in himself.

"I care about you. I do but I don't think I can do this. I feel like there's a standard for dating and what if Im not doing it right?" He said still crying. 

" We don't need to do it right. We can do it our way. Don't be scared of me. Don't be scared of us. You know everyone always warns you about times like this. The road feels long and you feel lost. But we can be lost together. We might get away with this.." I said to him reaching for his face shaking. I kissed his cheek with my quivering lips as a tear rolled down his face.

"Religion is in your lips." He said wiping his tears then mine.

"It's a false God but I'll still worship this love." Chan said leaning in to kiss me. 

We aren't perfect people but we might be the perfect people for each other. We just need to try and hold on through the tough times cause through the dark there is always daylight.

[dream-of-kpop]

SKZ But They Have Drama on Instagram

Note: All misspellings are done on purpose

insta @'s if you get confused:

yungblood: Jisung

spear_b10: Changbin

xjx_inx: Jeongin

Read left to right & Zoom in if you need to see better!

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[November 4th, 2019]

[Hyunjin thought Minho was joking, but after he gave him the cold shoulder at lunch, he knew he was being serious]

[The next day]

[2 weeks later]

[Minho unfollows Hyunjin because he's that petty]

[Either way, the guys just go about their business on Insta]

[December]

[At lunch]

Chan: "Hyunjin, why don't you and Min-"

Hyunjin: *picks up chopsticks* "Chan stay out of my business."

Chan: "I miss Minho tho...It's bad enough Woojin le-"

Hyunjin: *voice crack* "iT's nOt mY fauLt miNho gOt upSet oUt oF noWhere."

Changbin: "He's mad cuz you accused him of reporting your post that's why."

Hyunjin: "Who else would report my post then??"

*all the guys shrug*

Hyunjin: "Exactly."

Jeongin: *looks at the time* "Guys I gotta go or imma be late for class again." *leaves*

Everyone: "Byeeeeee."

Chan: "Aren't you gonna be late for your class Jisung?"

Jisung: "Nah, the teacher doesn't care."

Chan: "Well, back to what I was saying-"

Hyunjin: "Bang Chan *places his hand on Chan's* me and Minho aren't friends anymore. We unfollowed each other."

Seungmin: "You're just throwing away 4 years of pure friendship over this petty drama?"

Hyunjin: "Sure."

*the lunch bell rings*

Hyunjin: "I gotta go-"

Felix: "Yeah, I'm off to fail my precalc test...maybe Seonghwa will let me copy off of him again."

Chan: "All right, bye guys..."

Chan: *thinks at the table* "It's none of my business but...I can't sit and do nothing..."

Jisung: "Hey are you gonna eat your chicken nuggets?"

[Later that night]

[The next day]

Hyunjin: *sits down at the table upset* "Chan I told you to stay out of it."

Chan: "Hey he's my friend too-"

*they stop talking as they see Minho standing there with his tray of food*

Felix: "YOOOoooo lEe miNho waSSup."

Minho: "..."

Minho: "Hyunjin I saw what you said on Insta last night."

Hyunjin: "My post or my live?"

Minho: "Does it really matter?"

Hyunjin: "Yea."

Minho: "Your post..."

Hyunjin: "Ew, I bet you stalk my page."

Minho: "...You were talking shit about me so...let's go."

Hyunjin: "Really? You wanna fight?"

Jisung: "GUYS IT'S NOT THAT DEEP, STOP."

*Felix and Seungmin laugh together quietly*

Hyunjin: *stands up* "Come on." *pushes Minho*

*Minho sets his tray down, takes off his jacket and they start fighting*

*a crowd forms around them as they chant "WORLDSTARRRRRR"*

[Hyunjin and Minho both get suspended for 10 days]

[Since someone recorded the video, it blew up on Insta] *the school didn't know someone recorded it*

[Minho & Hyunjin's pages got tons of followers too]

[After a few days, Minho & Hyunjin finally log back onto Instagram]

[Then winter vacation starts]

[Despite the drama, Minho, Seungmin, Jeongin, Felix, and Woojin still go on a trip to NYC]

[They returned back to school in January but the drama didn't end]

*everyone sits at the lunch table without Hyunjin and Minho*

Jisung: "Guys I got this candy Xanax, y'all wanna try it?"

Felix: "I swear ever since Hyunjin and Minho's pages got followers they have the weirdest IG lives..."

Changbin: *slurps noodle* "Cuz they're desperate for clout."

Seungmin: *turns phone off* "I'm tired of this Instagram shit. Hyunjin is still mad over that NYC post like wtf..."

Chan: "I'm staying out of this, people are already dragging me in comments and threatening my fam..."

Jisung: "Ok wait I have an idea-"

Seungmin: "No one wants to buy your candy Xanax Ji."

Jisung: "NO NOT THAT, like, what if we spam Hyunjin and Minho with old pictures? Us being friends in since freshman year..."

Jeongin: "Hahahahah their initials are H&M."

Everyone: "..."

Jeongin: *looks at plate* "Sorry, continue."

Felix: "Yo that's a good idea, nostalgia will bring them together."

Changbin: "Lit, I'll text Woojin the plan."

Chan: "I thought that Xanax would've destroyed your braincells, but that's a good idea."

Jisung: "Um thanks."

Jeongin: "I won't be able to post tonight tho. I gotta work."

Seungmin: "Well then, everyone else will post."

Chan: *chuckles* "I'm gonna get dragged again. Watch."

[That same night the group spams Insta with old pictures of them as friends]

[Incase if you can't see too well, the posts are all January 7th]

[The guys sit at the table the next day]

Chan: "Damn they still aren't here?"

Felix: "Nope."

*both Minho and Hyunjin walk up to the table at the same time*

*they stare at eachother*

Minho: *mumbles while looking down at the ground* "I'm sorry for being such a bitch."

Hyunjin: "It's ok. I'm sorry I accused you of reporting my pic on Instagram."

Minho: "So are we still cool?"

Hyunjin: *starts to cry* "yEs."

Minho: *tears up* "I gotta text Woojin later and tell him we're chill."

Changbin: "Wow, Jisung your plan actually worked."

Jisung: "I always tell y'all I'm smart."

Seungmin: "Yet you posted me half naked on Instagram..."

Jisung: "IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE MEANT AS A JOKE."

Minho: *sits down with Hyunjin* "I was certainly laughing."

Seungmin: "..."

Hyunjin: "Did y'all see our fight video? It has like over 100k views now..."

Jeongin: "Oh yeah I showed it to my mom. She laughed."

Chan: "Haha, my dad said Minho won."

Hyunjin: "Pfft did you see my punch? My dad taught me that."

Minho: "That punch was nothing, what do you mean?"

*the guys look at each other concerningly*

Hyunjin: "I was dragging you on the floor bro. Look at the vid." *pulls out phone*

Minho: "I don't need to see the vid I was there headass."

Changbin: *whispers to the rest of the group* "They're gonna argue about it on Insta tonight. Bet."

[Later that night]

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hyungwonthefraud

even tho idk how imessages work...i tried my best dammit ._.

[zxddy-panther]

I Love It

A/N: Heyyyy. We back at it again. I’m going to try and put out more stories (even though I don't think anyone is going read this). Anyways once again this was just a random idea that popped in my head so enjoy. Also constructive criticism would be appreciated.

College AU Erik x Black Reader

Summary: You recently did the big chop and you’re very scared for people to see, especially your crush Erik Stevens.

“You got this Y/N. You look good. No, you look better than good. You look BOMB!” you said as you talked to yourself in the mirror. Your daily “self gas-up” was different nowadays. It was the first day back to college from winter break. New semester and a new year. You usually don't participate in the “New Year, New Me” fiasco, but it was true this year. Recently deciding to do the big chop and finally cut off all the relaxed hair on your head, you needed that self esteem boost just to carry you out the door. The utter thought of being seen by strangers and possibly being ridiculed terrified you. “ Stop thinking like that and get them grades bitch.” you quickly grabbed your keys and practically flew to school.

****

Walking into your classroom had never been any more terrifying than it was today. Eyes where following your frame from left and right. You tried not to let the negative thoughts fill your head as you continued to hype yourself up. “You got this bitch. Fuck all these people. Their eyes are just glued to you cuz the cant BE you.” You quickly found your seat next to your long time friend, Erik Stevens.

The two of you have so much history with one another. Ever since your first interaction with each other in 4th grade the two of you were inseparable. Where ever Erik was you were by his side through thick and thin. As the two of you grew up you discovered your deep feelings for him. You never let them surface considering the fact that the both of you are so close. You didn't want to ruin any of that.

“Wassup Y/N”

“Hey Erik. Did I miss anything.” You said as you started fidgeting with your clothing.

“Nah. Professor didn't even start yet. Aye you good? You seem on edge.”

“Yeah I'm fine. Dont trip.”

You and Erik started up your usual conversation. Later you begin to hear some girls behind you gossiping and giggling with their obnoxious laugh. “What’s so funny? Is it ever that serious ma?” you thought. You casually leaned back in your chair to hear bits and pieces of their conversation.

“Is that a new girl?” one blonde hair girl said

“No that’s Y/N. She cut her hair obviously”

“I don't think short hair suits her”

“Yeah me either”

Taken aback by what you heard you just sat there shocked while Erik continued talking. You knew someone was going to talk shit, but why is it affecting you so much? Your eyes started to water and Erik finally took notice. “Are you sure you-” He asked but you quickly got up and stormed away before he could finish his statement. Your feet carried you quickly out the doors of your classroom as tears fell down your face. Your self esteem was shattered and you didn't know what to do or where to go. Deciding to head to the bathroom, you enter the main building of your school and pressed on.

When you reached the girls bathroom you sat yourself near the door and cried you eyes out. “I knew people were gonna say shit! Yet I still cut it! Yet I still came to school knowing what was gonna happen.” You said between sobs.Suddenly the door flew open as Erik walked in. You quickly stood up to avoid getting hit by the door. Realizing that it was Erik you calmed down and wiped your tears.

“You're not supposed to be here. This is the girls bathroom” you said dryly

“Ask me if I give a fuck.” Erik stated. You chuckled at him as the room fell silent.

“Y/N what's up. You know you can talk to me.”

You were embarrassed. You didn't want Erik to know that something so little could affect you this much. Building up the courage you told him.

“I recently cut my hair and I heard the girl behind us talking shit. I was really scared of getting criticized for my hair today and look what happened. I knew it was going to happened.” Your tears started to fall once again and you couldn't stop them. Sudden you were pulled into Erik’s warm embrace as he held you close, comforting you. You melted into him and it was as if the two of you became one. Both of your hearts beating in sync with one another. Erik pulled away and looked deeply into your eyes.

“You always look beautiful princess.” The nickname took you back because he's never called you that before.

“I love your hair and the way it looks. Who gives two fucks about what them white girls who do nothing but gossip think. Do I care? Nope. Do you care?”

“Ye-”

“NO. No you don't. It only matters how you think and feel about yourself. And did I mention-” He lifted your chin with his hand and stretched his other arm around your waist, pulling you towards him. “That I -” he leaned into you till your lips were inches apart “love your hair” finally placing his lips yours. You savored the sweet flavor of his lips before he pulled away.

“Now come on baby girl. Class about to start.”

You finally felt at ease and content with yourself. All your worries and doubts just faded away. Erik stood there with his hand reaching for yours. You slid your hand into his as you walked the halls together.

“Aye to be honest with you Y/N.”

“Mmhm?”

“I think short hair is really sexy.”

“Boiiii!” The two of you shared a laugh and went on

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Bitch Why Are You Like This: meeting Miss & Daddy (Jan 22)

A picture of me looking at me during the entire evening.

Starring: Daddy, Miss and a bitch (that's me!)

i've been thinking about my meeting with Miss and Daddy. Before that very moment, i have never felt young. Truly young - innocent, energetic, inexperienced, requiring guidance, in-over-my-head. Ever. Welcome to childhood, bitch.

Miss is fucking amazing. Although intense, she embodies the person i want to be. There's a quiet strength about her, a self-assurance, and she's beautiful. When the hostess pointed her out, i was quite sure i'd die before ever reaching the table. But here i am. Still living. While sitting at the table i marveled at how blessed i felt. Do i know what the fuck i'm doing? No. Do i know what i'm getting myself into? Hell no. But i trust in the experience Miss has, her thorough questioning, and deliberate actions.

For a moment, i wondered about sex trafficking. Atlanta is the sex trafficking hub of the nation, and to get women, sex traffickers often recruit other women. Because girls/women feel safer with and trust women more than men. With reason. But i requested to see and talk to her and Daddy was kind enough to let that happen.

And then in comes Daddy. i doubted He was real but He sure as fuck is, and boy do i feel little. It's not something i've ever experienced in my life. And i like it a lot (question mark?). i was pretty sure i was going to fuck some shit up and fuck some shit up i did. He told me to ask Him a question. i didn't feel i deserved to ask a question and quite frankly i was suffering from slight sensory overload and i didn't have a question to ask. Every question i had left my mind the moment He asked. Somehow, i found one - something about my age. i don't remember what i asked or His answer. i do remember getting comfortable and asking another question. He leans forward and says, "What part of one question do you not understand?" and i respond, "the one part." 🤦🏽‍♂️ Internally, i was yelling at myself to shut the fuck up.

And then He looked at me.

He looked *into* me

and i fell

When i was 4 or 5 or 6 (who the fuck knows honestly) my mother took me and my sister (who was 2 or 3 or 4) to a pool. i could somewhat swim but knew i should never cross 4 feet deep. Keeping this in mind, i jumped in the pool. And then i started drowning; the '4 feet' pool marker was missing and i thought i was jumping into 3 feet water. As i drowned, there was no panic. i felt no discomfort. i remember being surrounded by light blue waves. Looking up to see the sun shining through the water. i was at peace. There was no sound, there was no disturbance. And then i closed my eyes.

And when i opened them i was staring into Daddy's.

*still*

There's a common descriptor phrase - looking like a deer in headlights - and i have had the terribly unfortunate opportunity to witness this in reality in the passenger seat of my grandfather's jeep speeding toward a deer at 50 miles per hour.

and i am the deer

and the deer is me

drowning in water

over four feet deep

with eyes staring into Daddy's

Eventually i look away. And to mask my terror - that i could feel the depth of those experiences, i do the worst possible thing i could do in the moment: i look back at him defiantly & *i get smug*. And when i return my attention to Miss, i am smiling. Daddy asks Miss if i have signed the waiver yet and he says to get that done *as soon as possible*

A bitch is in trouble .

Should i be terrified for my life? Should i try to suck His ****? Who knows 🤷🏾‍♂️ (lxlzkzkzjkzjzb why am i like this! 😳🤣). Fuck Twilight AND ESPECIALLY fuck its fanfic 50 Shades, but Bella. Sweetie. If this is how you felt when Eddy-boy stared at you, i understand and im sorry for ever doubting you.

The night goes on. Daddy pours his coffee in a very particular manner. i am very thankful for Miss. They work well together. A perfect balance. She asks about me staring down Daddy and asks if i wanted to or felt like i should look away. Hell yeah i wanted to look away. i felt like i should look away. i wanted desperately to look away. i couldn't. And then it felt like maybe i shouldn't look away? Like what was this Man thinking i wondered. And when i caught myself looking i realized i kinda didn't want to stop? A bitch is a brat. Why do i poke the Lion? i don't knoooww 😭. Miss says she can't imagine me being submissive and that hurts a lot.

And of course in typical fashion of one who emotes (?) dramatically, i begin to cry. Because being smug is a defense mechanism. Bucking authority is another. i have had to puff myself up and build up walls and be hard for so long to *survive* and i don't want to be like that anymore. It's not me. i didn't have a childhood. i've always felt impossibly old. At 10, i raised my siblings for four years while momma went to college. because making 6k a year aint shit with 4 kids. At 14 when she finished, she wanted her role and her power back, but the children didn't recognize her as momma. And she hated it. It was a constant power struggle. To me she was irrational, led by the heart and prone to overreaction. Her favorite punishment aside from capital punishment was to take away everything i cared about at any moment *because she could*. So i became smug. *Because fuck you.*

Fast forward 4 years when i finally get to college and shit aint much better. i'm in an environment i wasn't ready for academically. The learning curve was exponential with a slope asymptote to infinity (undefined). That joint is a straight line lol. People are mad racist, dudes are mad sexist, the black people super rich and i'm slipping into depression. When i took a break from school last semester, i learned the traits i picked up - the way i operate in groups/the constant fight - don't work in other environments. It's dangerous to myself and it hurts others. And i don't want to be like that anymore. this is what i've had to do to survive all my life and it's ugly and it's not me.

i'm done with surviving. i want to thrive. i want to *live*. i want to submit desperately, i just don't know how. i'm tired of being defiant and smug and provoking because it's not me. i care so deeply for people, and i struggle because my face, my words, and my attitude are incongruent. When shit is bad, and i mean real bad, i smile and laugh. Not because something is funny or amusing - i smile because it isn't. i guess i started smiling cuz that's much simpler than bursting into tears. And these behaviors are habits i desperately want to break. my life has been fight after fight and resistance and war. i've made it so i would not submit to the negative forces in my life, but now i don't know how to accept the good. and that's why it hurts me so much when i smile at Miss or stare down Daddy when i would truly love not to be.

i was sure after that fiasco i'd never hear from them again. i failed so epically at something i know myself to be. regardless of the tears (because i definitely cried more last night), i am so thankful for that one opportunity to be in the presence of Miss and Daddy. The experience allowed me to gaze intently at those very ugly behaviors that i didnt truly recognize until last night. i left feeling like i failed a lot. But that failure was good because it was necessary. i'm now one step closer to knowing the person i am and transforming into the person i want to be.

Miss told me to look up what submission means and give ten examples of when i have ever done that in my life. For a moment i was quite terrified because i don't think i have ever submitted to someone or something without resistance first.

Submission - the action or fact of accepting or yielding to a superior force or to the will or authority of another person; an act of surrendering to a hold by one's opponent; humility; meekness

Okay the '10 examples' activity is super hard because i see now i've been the bitch reluctant to listen and follow. people must loved me to put up with this shit. Jesus take the wheel.

i still don't think i'm off the hook. i live on the hook. i am the worm 😂. i'm super disappointed in myself, but my love for myself has not changed. i'm really proud of myself for taking the chance and putting myself out there and meeting people who i fantasize about binding me, dragging keys down my back until i bleed, whipping my *****, leaving marks/bruises and other normal shit like calling me hideous degrading names and looking at me in ways that make my entire being quiver. If we're being 300,000% truthful, though i didn't intend to fuck up, the intensity of those moments, the acute embarrassment i felt, the topic of conversation in that public environment is something i truly enjoyed and if given the chance to experience it again i definitely would. ☺️

Eventually i'll ask Miss about her role because she's Daddy's sub but i have to pass her first to get to Daddy. Does that mean one day she's going to hand me off and i don't get to have her as Miss anymore 😢? i'm going to enjoy things as they are and take them as they come. Because i like Daddy & Miss a lot 🤷🏾‍♂️

[delcakoo]

EMSSS💙💙 I'M BACK AGAIN AHAHHA. I have some updates about everything first is the hair, uh so I didn't get to cut it at all because there are dumb issues that stop me from getting my haircut. I also dumped my friends!! literally took me sooo long to do that. I finally kicked them out of my life cause they're obviously trashy asf. hmm what else.. oh yeah happy halloween 💙💙 I was thinking dressing up as a bread would be the best. I MISSED YOU BTW LIKE A LOT ALTHOUGH I HOPE ITS NOT TOO WEIRD TO SAY THAT SBKJDSDJS. You are considered my friend now hehe. but since I kicked them out I have no one to talk to and it kinda sucks. well even when I didn't kick them out, they weren't really there anymore. they said they were too "busy" with school. but they had the time to meet up at a mall with their other classmates. not to mention I hate her new boyfriend. literally, he pisses me tf off. she does too, they are really meant to be😍😍

do you ever just have those times where you break down more when seeing your bias. IDK LIKE SEEING THEM JUST MAKES YOU SO HAPPY THAT YOU BURST INTO TEARS EVEN MORE. I've been doing that a lot because of Jungwon tbh. I appreciate it though, he's worth my tears HAHAHA. LIKE IDEK IF I CAN LOVE SOMEONE ELSE AS MUCH AS I LOVE JUNGWON. (delulu moment) anyway again I missed you sm cause literally I was so busyy.

(I'm still debating whether to get bangs or not cause I feel self conscious it wont suit me. but there's this other thought "you only live once" so I'm really pressured haha)

HOW HAVE YOU BEEN??? :DDD

-m💙

IM SO SORRY MOON THIS IS RLLY LATE BUT HIHIHIHI OMG I MISSED U!

OMG im so proud of u for dumping ur friends BRUH As u SHOULD?! THATS AMAZING CONGRATS,, I HOPE H CAN MEET SOME GREAT NEW PPL >:0 YOU DRESSED UP AS BREAD (???? LMFOSHDKFHDI HELP THAT SOUNDS. CUTE?? THAT SOUNDS SO FUNNY IM SORRY SHDJJSHAH AND :(((( AWWWW LOVE I MISSED U TOO , U ARE ALSO MY FRIEND 💜💜💜

yes. absolutely i have cried about jungwon a few times and idk how that happened. LIKE IVE HAD SO MANY ULT groUPS IN NY 4 YEARS OF BEING INTO KPOP ive ulted bts got7 nct stray kids fromis 9 AND NOW ENHA AND YET THIS IS THE FIRST TIME IVE CRIED OVER AN IDOL 💀💀 honestly who hasnt cried over jungwon before 🧍 ALSO DW LOVE I HAV BREN RLLY BUSY TOO WHICH IS WHY I TOOK SO LONG TO REPLY TO THIS SKDHJS

YES GET BANGSSS ITS WORTH TRUING!! HOWEVER IT CAN BE ANNOYING AS SOMEONE WITH BANGS SO. UP TO YOU HDHDKDND

IVE BEEN OKAYY LIFE HAS BEEN SUPER FUN AND GREAT EXCEPT MY MATH AND SCIENCE CLASS CUZ I FUCKING SUCK AT BOTH ❤️ HEJDDNFB I LOVE MY FRIENDS SM THO THEYRE ALL SO AMAZINF AND JDHDKDN IVE BEEN DOING LOTS OF PHOTOCARD TRADING I HAVE SO MANY JUNGWON AND NIKI PCS ON TBE WAY IM SO EXCITED TO GET THEM IN THE MAIL 🥹🫶🫶🫶

HAVE A HUG MOONNNIEEE 🫂🫂🫂🫂

[girltomboy]

Very depressed. Everytime my bf and I don't talk even for a short while I go nuts. I go crazy. I told my mom I'm losing my mind in this town and she was like just go outside and take a walk. Yeah why don't I just go outside and take a walk on the same road everyday. Just the same three streets all the time. Why don't I do that, I'm sure I would feel much less crazy. But in all fairness, I don't even think the town is the problem so much as my lack of activity and human contact. I miss my friends so much. Every single day hurts it literally hurts to wake up and breathe all day. I miss having something to do everyday like oh today is Tuesday I have these two classes. Tomorrow is Wednesday and I have the day off, but on Thursday I have these other two classes. Friday I have this one class and it's in the morning which means I can pick up breakfast on my way like a sandwich and a coffee from the machine downstairs and eat it 10 minutes before class. My chest feels heavy just typing this. God I miss waiting for my bf when he had classes or exams. Or being in class and knowing he was waiting for me, and feeling lowkey bad because I hate making people wait for me, but also feeling excited because I would get to see him soon. Sometimes I was so motivated to like sit through the course and pay attention and like actually understand shit because I knew that afterwards I would get to see my boy and hang out with him or walk him to his dorm or have him walk me to my dorm (I liked the former better). Other times I was crazy restless cuz I legit couldn't wait to see him I was like god damn shut the fuck uuuuup already and finish the class!!!!! Like I couldn't care less and couldn't pay attention at all no matter how hard I tried lmao. And I can't believe what my life is like now compared to then. And how oblivious I was like how during winter break I thought two weeks without seeing my bf was a CRAZY amount of time and I was counting each day. And NOW!!!!! LMAO!!!!!!!! I wait for a SIKE everyday. For someone to announce it was all a prank on me specifically and to tell me shit is all normal and nothing happened. I wouldn't even be mad at having wasted months of my life being depressed, I would literally erase every bad moment just to find out that everything was fake and things are ok and safe and normal. But it never happens. Everyday is the same if not even more miserable than the previous. Everyday I have to hold on to myself reallllly tight and hard to not break into tears while having breakfast or on the toilet. Anyway it's only like 70 days until October. Whatever that means. Like I don't really feel like I have anything in particular to look forward to in the near future. I don't think they'll reopen dorms although they are available over the summer. Gonna manifest that shit. But even if not... I need to find work. I'm for real gonna reach my final limit if I spend another semester - or God forbid, another year - at home.