#it's 11:50pm guys but here you go

[trollex-is-gay]

Completely forgot to follow up to this post but HERE WE GO !!!

Also buckle up this post is long bc if there's one thing I will not do it is make brief post. Also I have a lot of opinions on this.

First off I have to put the one that's been on my mind the most: I think Velvet and Veneer would get on great with Electra but specifically two different versions of him. Velvet would vibe with pre-2018 rehaul Electra and Veneer would lean closer to post-2018 rehaul Electra. Both versions are major huffy puffy rich divas who don't like things not going their way, but post-2018 holds a slightly more mellow tone to him while still being just as much of an antag as his colorful counterpart, which I thing matches Velvet and Veneer pretty well. Idk if anyone else has noticed but Velvet has brighter and more saturated eyeshadow than Veneer in their final fits, at least it looks that way to me. Pictures for reference it makes more sense this way:

Second I have to mention one that's stuck to me hardcore and that's Poppy and Pearl but SPECIFICALLY post-2018 Pearl. Any possible starlight express fans seeing this post might think pre-2018 would be more sensible bc they're both pink but the thing is they have major personality contrasts. I think that post-2018 Pearl would get on better with Poppy because she has a younger and more peppier feel to her than her counterpart does, what she lacks in color she makes up for in being So Incredibly Confused all the time and honestly she just radiates Poppy to me far more than pre-2018, so yeah I think post-2018 Pearl would be good friends with Poppy. Hell great friends even. Though I ALSO think that Poppy would get along great with Rusty because he's a very excitable character and he has the EXACT determination and drive to succeed that Poppy has, the biggest difference between them though is that Rusty is a lot quicker to give up, he's got support but where Poppy has an entire kingdom at her back Rusty only had a handful of people and only two of them were complete steady support (I'm not knocking the Rockies bc their advice to him was genuine but hey read the room he knows the system sucks). Though on that note I think Rusty could get along good with Branch too, probably a tad bit closer with Poppy but they'd both be his pals in my eyes.

Poppy how come u get two cool train friends who happen to be a couple!!

Next up, I really do believe that both Greaseball and Flat-Top would get along with ALL of the rock trolls. But like specifically the rock trolls. Genuinely. Flat-Top would be more receptive to all of them while Greaseball would be less inclined to get personal with a lot of them and would chill better with the more titular guys like Barb. Flat-Top is just generally very punk and wild while Greaseball is very self-confident. I don't know how well Val and Flats would get on but I do believe he and Riff might get long better than he would any of the others. Greaseball would however get along best with Barb and mostly tolerate the others, maybe he'd enjoy Demo's company, but DEFINITELY not Blaze Powerchord. GB and Electra's rivalry is canon proof that diesel CANNOT STAND people as overconfident as he is.

^^^ pictured Barb and GB being silly because Greaseball's a self-absorbed dude and Barb is aggressive but what they have in common is they're actually goobers and few people truly see this. This is also part of why I think they'd be friends.

SAME PICTURE. Flat-Top is the brick truck on the left btw.

Anyway that's all I have for now it's like almost 11:50pm but I hope you see my vision and I hope I can convince people of each fandom to take a peek at the other bc as a trolls and starlight express fan I think these fandoms should have way more overlap, they're both goofy silly pieces of media that get looked down upon by the people outside of them for being fun and whimsical. Solidarity and all that.

[leisdossier]

11:50pm

Small groups weren't Eli's greatest strength when it comes to studying. He thinks he prefers something like active recall, asking a partner or even Pomodoro technique (it was rather confusing to him—the alarm startling him every five minutes when he actually needed to take a break), but never, never small groups. Especially when the members in that group consists of the one and only Clarence Joaquin.

Anything that involves Clarence will always end in a disaster and that is one canonical event that he can prove to everyone, time and time again. People thinks he's got a great distaste for the guy. He does, actually, but he would be lying if he said he was not great friend sometimes by being surprisingly reliable (don't tell him that or else it will get into his head).

What Eli envisioned was to be left alone with his printed handouts, sip from his cup of matcha latte and maybe lean his head on Adrian's shoulder when he feels he's on his limit of information overload.

"Sige na, Eli! Gawin mo ulit yung Smart ng Le Sserafim! Alam mo ba yon, Dri? Sinayaw niya kaya yon nung unang sleepover namin kina Theo," God, can he be any louder? Being exposed for his hidden talent in a public space is not what he needed at all.

"Ayoko." "Aww, bakit? Sample lang, kahit isang step?" "Did you really, Li?" Eli softened at the nickname but he can't give in, his pride is at stake here. "Wala, imbento yan si CJ eh."

"Ah, imbento pala hah-" the taller challenged as he whipped out his phone from his pocket and showed Adrian a rather shaky evidence of him dancing to the aforementioned song. How did he even scroll that fast? He groaned in his hand, his boyfriend blushing furiously beside him isn't helping at all. "Dri, tama na yan." "N-no! No, wait lang please. Pasend, Ceej," the other said without taking his eye off the little device. Clarence cackled before walking back to his seat across the couple, "Sabi na eh, hulog na hulog ka talaga diyan sa jowa mo. Sige na, sesend ko mamaya."

It was Eli's turn now to be in the hot seat, his boyfriend's eyes boring into his own with such excitement and curiosity, "I didn't know you can dance like that. Bakit 'di ka nagsasabi?" He blushed at the compliment, looking away as he tried to brush it off, "Wala ah, I just...know. Saya kasi gawin ng sayaw nila minsan." "Will you dance for me someday?"

Eli's eyes widened with Clarence choking on his own spit following after. "Ano?! No!" "Sige na! Ako lang naman makakakita." The other whined. God, does he know how wrong that sounds? "Not in that way naman you are thinking, just- I never saw you dance like that." Adrian tried to reason and defend himself. Too late. "Oo nga, Eli. Sayang naman kung 'di mo i-share yang talent mo sa world, diba?" He's had enough. "Ayoko. Manahimik kayong dalawa diyan. Mag-aral na nga tayo, dami niyong energy sa mga kalokohan."

Thankfully, the two let go of the topic. They knew better than to make him mad than he actually is right now (he probably has his eyebrow raising higher than usual in annoyance). Everything was going well until-

Ping!

Adrian looked down on his phone, a notification lighting up on the screen:

CJ sent you a video. "CLARENCE JOAQUIN!"

[suddenfossilfightersheadcanons]

Taking a glimpse at Captain Stryker’s 2021 considerations

- Fossil Park funding framework

The Fossil Parks, much like the UN, the WHO, and the OECD, are an international organisation, hence funded by their composite nations. Unfortunately, unlike the UN, they have a mind-bogglingly complex fee calculation system. Officially, all three continental branches are meant to a third each; but whilst Europe consistently pays 38~40% of the total, America and Asia take turns falling behind. Individual countries’ contributions are decided based on GNI per capita and area of country occupied by dig sites (or DSA). In America, the USA is levied accordingly, and whines about it incessantly; Japan and Singapore likewise do the heavy lifting and complaining on Asia’s behalf.

The complex formula for fee calculation – a formula that would be simple were it not for DSA – has caused enough headaches that Fossil Park America and Fossil Park Asia have a feverish rivalry. The higher into management one goes, the more potent the acrimony. Sean and Liu Ren’s camaraderie is completely threadbare, and the former’s predecessor infamously resigned in a fit of fury at the latter. The poor relationship between the two branches is enough to impede meetings – Asia cannot propose any ventures without America criticising the smallest details, and Asia’s occasionally vetoed good ideas thanks to Liu Ren’s spite. Stryker’s been accused of siding with both continents: Though he’s lived in South Korea since 2007, the head of China’s fossil parks notoriously him a Western impostor in an international court, and the head honcho in the USA has accused him of being biased in Asia’s favour. (It doesn’t help that Australia, where Stryker grew up, is also part of Fossil Park Asia.)

Stryker is determined to leverage this acrimony for good by the end of 2025, and he’s certain that changing the fee calculation system is the best way to go about it. Sometimes, he considers removing DSA as a variable – but there are some countries with gargantuan GNI PPPs, such as Liechenstein, Qatar, and Singapore, that have little to no fossil fighting scene. Another method he’s contemplated is using the profit from dig sites to determine payments, but he’s fully aware that could disproportionately affect relatively poor regions with a vibrant fighting sector, such as the Philippines and Thailand.

On one hand, COVID-19 has made any kind of economic overhaul reckless, as the Fossil Parks aren’t faring fantastically following iron lockdowns and gut-wrenching death tolls in many participant nations. On the other, such a change has the potential to stimulate economies. The course that 2021 takes will determine whether Stryker takes a proposal to the table this year or next.

-Dead body regulations

The current protocol for fighters who find human remains is to leave them untouched. Numerous television programmes (not least of all Off-map) have made a point of violating this, but many news outlets remain critical of those breaking this rule. Stryker is fully aware of the disrespect to the deceased implied by leaving them to fester in bogs and by roadsides, and believes much could be done for missing fighters’ families by making an official change to this protocol. Though aware it’s difficult to do more than report remains to the nearest warden or staff member, he’s certain that there can be a more humane way of handling those that once lived.

-Bonk ban

The ban on relationships between colleagues was enacted in early 1999 in the wake of Bill Clinton’s impeachment. Few doubt that it was established with good intentions, but in practice, it’s difficult to manage. Some say it’s led to too much prying into private lives; others believe that such a degree of scrutiny is permissible if people can’t keep their love life out of the workplace.

Once upon a time, Stryker sat firmly on the fence. Now, knowing he’s at risk of demotion if he’s caught in his own relationship of three years with a coworker, he’s decidedly in the former camp. As he remembers that the incredibly well-admired Annick Dufour, the second-last head of Fossil Park Europe prior to Drake, was relegated to finance for being caught dating a subordinate (who was himself made redundant), he’s considering using her case as an example of the legislation’s shortcomings. Otherwise, he fears, his ulterior motive will be far too clear – and God knows, the last thing he wants is for his staff to suffer for his own official perfidy. Morally, breaking the bonk ban is fine by him – but if an employee were to be derided due to others’ suspicion, he’d be shattered.

-Fossil Park Africa

Whilst the fighting industry is booming in some African countries (such as South Africa), there is no Fossil Park Africa to speak of. However, the short-term economic cost of establishing a Fossil Park Africa could prove crippling, especially in light of COVID. Stryker is determined to go through with it, but all three continental heads have been trying to dissuade him for months. Liu Ren, Drake, and Sean hold more than enough power to veto this proposition, and if Stryker doesn’t make his case firmly enough, they almost certainly will.

[nyxoz]

Modern day Eddie request! He ends up fingering you after he catches you sexting a boy while he’s sat right next to you 😈

here you go lovey! i love modern aus they are so so much fun hehe 

Eddie Munson x Reader

Reader is afab and uses she/her pronouns 

Word count: 2.2k 

Warnings: Smut, Vaginal fingering, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Best Friends to Lovers, Modern AU, Sexting, Swearing. 

*

Your phone dings as the movie you and Eddie are watching plays on your living room tv. You admitted to Eddie that you had never seen ‘ The Shining’ and he made you promise that you’d watch it together tonight. 

You’re leaning back against the armrest, with your legs lying across Eddie’s thighs. His socked feet are resting on your coffee table and his hands are playing with your anklet. 

Your phone dings again and you finally reach for it from the coffee table to check it. 

“Don’t get distracted.” Eddie says, eyes still on the screen. 

“I can multitask.” You say as you unlock your screen. 

“This movie isn’t a multitasking movie, it requires your full attention!” Eddie grabs your foot and shakes it. 

You kick at him a bit but don’t reply as you tap to open your messages. 

The text is from Jackson Sommers. He’s a guy you’ve hooked up with maybe once or twice. He’s nice, and pretty well endowed if you remember correctly. 

Jackson 9:47pm: You up? 

You glance up from your phone to look at Eddie and see he’s still very much glued to the tv. He’s now massaging one of your feet absentmindedly. It feels really good. 

You 9:49pm: Yeah

Jackson 9:49pm: Come over ;)  

You 9:49pm: Got a friend over, can’t sorry. 

Jackson 9:50pm: :( 

You don’t reply to that and lock your phone, going back to the tv. It takes up until Danny writes Redrum on the bathroom door until your phone dings again. 

Jackson 11:43pm: Been thinking about you all night.

You snort at the message. It’s so obvious. 

Eddie looks over at you but you ignore him in favour of humouring Jackson. 

You 11:43pm: Yeah? What have you been thinking about? 

Eddie tugs on your big toe. “Y/N! Watch it.” 

“It’s so goddamn long.” You whine out. 

“But it’s so goddamn worth it.” 

You turn your phone to silent and your brightness way down before you lock your phone, waiting for Jackson’s response. It takes him about two minutes to reply. 

You sneakily unlock your phone and open the message, looking up quickly at Eddie’s side profile. His hair is in a bun at the base of his neck and a few strands are hanging around his face. He looks really soft and cute, especially with how his big brown eyes are glued to the television. 

You go back to your phone and aren’t really shocked to see a dick pic but still kind of in awe at how fast he sent it. 

Jackson 11:45pm: [Image] 

Jackson 11:45pm: Thinking about how good you looked with my dick in your mouth. 

You can’t help the feeling that travels through your core, that white warmth that you get when you see something you like. And you like Jackson’s cock. It’s a good cock, it especially felt good inside you as he bent you over the vanity in a bathroom at a random house party. 

You 11:46pm: That all for me? How’d I get so lucky? 

Apparently, Jackson isn’t into foreplay. 

Jackson 11:46pm: Show me your tits ;) 

You sigh out and quickly look up to make sure Eddie doesn’t hear you and look over to tell you off. Luckily his eyes are still on the tv. 

You open your images and scroll through your phone for an old picture you’ve taken of yourself showing your tits. The random nudes you have on your phone are the number one reason no one’s allowed to scroll through your camera roll, not even Eddie. 

You select one where you’re laying on your back, and just your breasts and the bottom of your mouth are visible. You’re squeezing one of your breasts, and the other has your nipple pebbled out and pink from being tugged on. 

You 11:48pm: [image] 

Jackson 11:48pm: Fuck they are so hot. Wish I could have them in my mouth. 

You squirm a little at the thought and squeeze your thighs together. Eddie looks over at the movement and you smile at him apologetically and pretend to look back at the movie. Your phone buzzes again and you try not to be too noticeable when you unlock it. 

Jackson 11:49pm: Are you touching yourself 

You 11:49pm: Yeah

You aren’t. But he doesn’t need to know that. You can feel the wetness a little in your panties and you want to press your thighs together tighter to relieve it a little but you don’t want to risk Eddie noticing. 

Jackson 11:50pm: Fuck that’s so hot. 

Jackson 11:50pm: Wish you were here. Want to see you bouncing on my cock. 

You 11:50pm: Need your cock in me so bad. 

Jackson 11:51pm: Want me to fuck you like I did in the back of my car ? 

You think back to the last time you hooked up. He had picked you up after your shift at work (Something Eddie usually did), and drove you to lover’s lake so you could ride him in the back of his pickup truck. You remember him kissing your tits and bucking up into you every so often. You had to make yourself come by rubbing your clit, but you didn’t mind too much. You haven’t slept with many men that have made you come themselves, so it wasn’t that unexpected. 

You 11:51pm: Yeah. Was so good. Loved feeling your fat cock inside me. 

Jackson 11:52pm: I’m getting close 

You 11:52pm: I wanna see you come. 

Just because you can’t touch yourself now, doesn’t mean you don’t wanna do it later. 

Jackson 11:53pm: Want a video? 

Jackson 11:53pm: I’ll send one if you tell me what you’re doing to yourself right now. 

Before you can reply your phone is snatched out of your hand. 

You literally shriek. “Eddie!” 

“What’s so important you can’t watch one of my favourite movies?” He questions, looking down at your phone. 

You lunge at him and land across his thighs as he leans over the armrest and holds the phone out. 

It’s dead silent as he looks at the screen and scrolls up the messages. 

You bury your face in his thighs and groan. 

“Jackson Sommers, huh?” He finally says. 

“Give it back.” You whine and try to reach for your phone again but it’s no use. 

You sit up and stare at him with warm cheeks. 

He looks at you and then back at the phone again. He hands it back to you. 

“Reply to him.” He says. 

“No.” You say. “It’s fine, I’ll watch the movie.”  

You turn and face the tv, sitting with your back against the back of the couch. You can still see Eddie staring at you from the corner of your eye. After a few seconds, his hand lands on your thigh, just below the hem of your skirt. 

“Reply to him.” He says again. “Tell him what you’re doing to yourself.” 

You feel the warmth from your cheeks flow down your neck. You’re embarrassed. 

“That’s not funny, Eddie.” 

“I’m not being funny, Y/N.” 

Crossing your arms, you turn your head to look at him. His pupils are dilated and his lips are shiny from where his tongue has traced over them. His hand squeezes your thigh. 

“Reply to him.” He says a final time. 

Unlocking your phone, you stare at Jackson’s messages again and go to type a reply when you feel Eddie’s hand push further up your thigh, towards your crotch. You pause as you look past your phone screen to his hand. 

The tip of his finger traces your clothed cunt. 

“What are you doing?” You whisper. 

“Tell him what you’re doing to yourself.” He says. 

He presses his finger more forcefully against your panties. 

“Eddie.” You whimper. 

“Tell me to stop and I will.” 

You look at him and stay silent, he presses his fingers firmly against you. 

“Get to typing.” He says. 

Typing out shakingly, you reply to Jackson. 

You 11:58pm: Touching myself over my panties. 

“Fuck, you’re almost soaked through.” Eddie says as he rubs his fingers along the material. 

You 11:58pm: I’m so wet. 

Jackson 11:58pm: For me? 

No. For Eddie. 

You 11:58pm: Yeah 

Eddie’s fingers slide over to the side of your panties, tickling along as he does. He pulls them to the side slightly as he wiggles his long fingers underneath. 

You whimper quietly. 

“Keep texting.” He demands. 

His fingers run along your slit, lapping up your juices. 

Jackson 11:59pm: What else are you doing 

You 11:59pm: Rubbing my fingers through my wet pussy 

Jackson 11:59pm: Bet I’d slide in so easy 

Just as that message shows up, Eddie’s finger pushes into your entrance. 

You gasp as the first knuckle penetrates you. He pushes his finger up and slides along your wet walls. He fucks you a few times with one finger before adding a second. 

“Don’t forget Jackson.” Eddie reminds you as he curls his fingers meanly. 

You 12:00am: I’m fingering myself 

Jackson 12:00am: You wish it was my fingers? 

You don’t. Not one bit. 

Eddie looks over the screen and snickers. 

You 12:00am: Yeah. 

His two fingers start fucking harder into you, pressing along your spongy walls. You can’t help dropping your head back and moaning. 

Your legs have opened wide for Eddie, giving him as much access as possible. Your head rolls along the back of the couch to watch him, his eyes are fixated on his fingers disappearing into you, and you can’t help but notice the bulge pressing against the zipper of his jeans. 

He stops fucking you just to slide his fingers up to your clit and rub firmly against it. 

“Fuck!“ your eyes squeeze shut, “Eddie!” You moan. 

“Yeah, say my name.” He whispers. 

Opening your eyes, you see him staring back at you. His cheeks are red and his hair is still framing his face deliciously. You want to pull the rest of his hair from the bun. 

He keeps rubbing at your clit as he leans in a bit closer, you think he’s going to kiss you. 

“Jackson’s waiting.” He smiles. 

You moan again and bring your phone up to your face. 

Jackson 12:01am: What else?

You 12:03am: Rubbing my clit, feels so good 

Jackson 12:03am: I’m so close baby 

Eddie starts rubbing a little faster against your clit and your phone slips from your hand and you reach to grab onto something. You land on Eddie’s other arm, holding on for dear life as he toys with your clit. 

“You’re such a dirty little slut.” Eddie says. “Sexting right next to your best friend? Fucking filthy.” 

“M’sorry.” You mumble. 

His fingers come down to tease your entrance again. 

“No, you’re not.” 

You shake your head not really sure if you’re disagreeing with him or not. 

“C’mon, you wanted this.” He says. 

He pushes three fingers into you this time and you squeak out a gasp. 

“You wanted to be caught.” He continues, “wanted to see what I would do.” 

His fingers stretch you out and you relish in the subtle burn they give you. 

“ Eddie .” 

You mewl and cry as he keeps fucking his fingers into you, searching for that spot inside you that makes your stomach dip and your toes curl. He slides across it, making you gasp. 

“You’re making such a mess.” He says. 

You can feel your arousal dripping down your crack, making a wet patch on the couch. His movements sound slick and wet each time he presses into you. 

“Bet you taste so fucking good.” He pulls his fingers out of you and you whine at the loss. 

Your eyes follow his fingers as they come up to his lips and he sucks them clean. 

“Mhhhhm, yeah I was right.” 

Your skin rises with goosebumps as you watch him, you’ve never been so turned on in your life. 

His hand comes back down to your cunt and he slips back into your panties to your clit. He laps up the wetness slicking you up and continues circling your nub. 

Your whole body slides toward him, your face now pressing into his chest near his collarbone. You’re on fire, you can feel the white warmth growing hotter in your core. You’re so close and Eddie can tell by how you’re gasping against him. 

“You gonna come on my fingers?” Eddie asks into your hair. 

You nod against him, your face smushed into his shirt. You breathe him in, he smells like home to you, like nicotine, body wash, and a smell so specific to Eddie you don’t know what to call it. You wish you could bottle it up for later. 

His movements become faster and you cry out as the feeling in your tummy explodes and you come with a groan. 

“That’s it. Good girl.” He whispers, slowing down as he milks your orgasm from you. 

The strands of hair that frame his face tickle at your ear as he presses the side of his head against you. He breathes you in quietly as you lay against him. 

After a little while you sit up straight and Eddie removes his hand from your panties and wipes them on his pants. You try to straighten up as best you can and look up at the tv to see Jack smashing down a door with an axe. 

“This scene is iconic!” Eddie exclaims. 

Your phone buzzes and you pick it up only for Eddie to grab it from you. 

“Hey!” You say. 

“What’s good ol’ Jackson got to say now.” He asks. 

He laughs as he looks at the message and holds up the screen to you. 

Jackson 12:10am: [video] 

Jackson 12:10am: Did you cum ? 

You roll your eyes at him and grab your phone to tap out a response. 

You 12:10am: Yes. 

*

Part Two

[enemymarkus]

winter soldier pt 2

AU where bucky isn't the winter soldier but M/n is

summary: bucky and M/n carter were sweethearts until M/n had to go to war and never came back. Bucky thought that M!reader left him, but when bucky freezes with steve in the ice he meets his first love in 2011, but he is being controlled, bucky couldn’t believe his eyes. His first love in front of him

warnings: swearing, blood, crying, homophobia, secret dating, steve fighting, violence, talking bad about themselves

genre: angst, fluff and some smut

M/n is Peggy’s older brother (p:24, sr: 23, b:27-28, M/n:28-29)

1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 final part

Bold is m/n writing not bold is bucky's

present time (1940)

its been a few months since me and steve talked about my sister, i’ve been seeing bucky in private, like going to the bar as “friends”, i cant believe that i like a man, a man that i’ve only known for 4 months, a man that is most likely straight and hates homosexual people. Me and bucky have made a plan to see each other and have a picnic, i’m going to confess my feeling a month before i deploy off to somewhere, at least i can leave after he rejects me, 

God why do i have a crush on M/n?!, he’s most likely straight and probably has a wife at home, he’s only friendly because you guys are friends james!, i’m going to confess to him next month hopefully he doesn’t reject me but i doubt it

i recently heard that m/n is deploying in a month, that means i wont be able to see him for a year. I’m not going to confess anymore because i feel like if i date a girl i can get rid of my feelings and continue to be friends with m/n

Bucky got a girlfriends, i despise her but i can’t say that otherwise that might end my friendship with the 27yo, i said that i’m happy for him even though im screaming in the inside, i’m still going to confess but only on my last day here, in brooklyn. We all went to a bar but dolores (buckys girlfriend) wont stop flirting with me, i feel bad for bucky, i moved away from them to go to the restroom but then i see sombody that i havn’t seen in years, after the moved to NYC from brooklyn.

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sorry this one is short im running out of ideas!!

ou who is that secret person?, and i’m so sorry for not posting it at 12:50pm

i got caught up with hw and yeah, its 3pm but tomorrow ill for sure pst the next chapter at 12:50pm, if you want to request something please msg on here or my instagram enemymarkus

and if you want new updates follow my instagram <33

[bebepac]

Six Sentence Sunday 11.21.21

Not exactly a Thanksgiving movie but probably one of my favorites I like to watch this time of the year.

I am still behind of stuff sorry guys.  I got some responses to the WIP game as reblogs and comments so that’s how I’m going to use my six sentence Sunday today along with some teasers for some other stuff.  

Original Post Update: 11/21/21 at 3:50PM EST. 

WIP Game Ask by @alj4890​

The Liam Claus

The Days The Earth Stood Still (12 days of Fictmas prompt Cookies for Santa) 

The Book:  TRH/TRF

Pairing: Liam x Riley

Status: Still In the writing Process

“Liam as much as I enjoy the palace, I am so glad we decided to go to have Christmas in Valtoria.”  

“Me too, Christmas will feel more intimate there with you, William, and I.”  

Riley softly stroked William’s cheek as he slept in his child safety seat.

“He  falls asleep just as soon as the SUV starts moving.  Just like his father.”

“I don’t always fall asleep in the SUV on a trip.”

Riley raised an eyebrow.

“But he sleeps almost the whole way!!!”

Riley laughed at Liam.  “You’re truly adorable, just like your son. But if you fall back asleep, I’m not carrying you into the estate.”  

Riley was excited to do some decorating with Liam and William, however when they walked through the doors of the estate, the halls had already been decorated along with the tree, which made Riley frown.

“What’s wrong Love?”

“I thought we would be able to decorate the tree at least Liam, like we did at the palace. It’s not a perfectly decorated tree, but it was our tree, we decorated together.”  

“I understand, you want another tree?  I’ll go chop one down for you.”

Riley laughed out loud.  “You’ll go chop down a tree with what, your hands?”

“With an ax, or a chainsaw or some other manly tool. It can’t be that difficult.”

“You’re not Drake, that’s not your skill set honey.”  

Wip Game Ask by @angelasscribbles​

Toga Party

And So...We Met: Chapter 3

The Book:  TRR AU (no royals)

Pairings:  Riley x Drake / Riley x Liam / Liam x Hana / Hana x ? 

Status: Still in the writing process

“Weren’t you supposed to be with Liam tonight, Hana?”

“It wasn’t anything important. He was just doing a little toga party fundraiser for his little club and students.  Besides, I would rather be here with you.”  Hesitantly Hana reached across the table to grab the hand of her companion.  They both took a sip of red wine.

“I’m glad you came.  But I still don’t understand why?  Why did you come?”  

“Because I feel something for you, and I don’t know what.”

“Then why do you stay with Liam if you’re not truly happy? You deserve that.  You both do.”

“I just said! I don’t know what!  I don’t know what this pull between you and I really truly is, and if I want it.”

“You didn’t answer my question Hana.”

“Because… It’s comfortable, Liam is not a bad man.  We come from similar families and have a similar family obligation.  I wouldn’t have a bad life with him.”

“You never mentioned love Hana.  Would you have love? Do you love him, Hana?”

“I have grown to be very fond of him.”  

“Do you love me Hana?”

“I…… don’t know what I feel.”

“When you figure that out, I hope you can tell me then mon chéri."

Kiara gathered her things.  

“You’re leaving?  Liam won’t be home for several hours, we could spend more time together,  take a walk around Lake Pine.”

“I’d rather be alone than continue spending time with someone who can’t truly confess who I am to them, or who they might want me to be to them.”

WIP Game Ask by @busywoman​​

Burgers, Fries, and Broken Ties

The Life of Riley Book Two: Unknown chapter

Pairing: Liam x Riley

Status: Still in the writing process. 

She pulled out her laptop looking for flights to New York. She checked her savings account and winced.  Being here without a source of income, the Beaumont family being broke,  and random expenses really made her savings take a hit.  It would take more than what she had to fly home and then she’d be completely broke.  She’d figure something out.

Riley had been in tougher spots before and had come out of them.  The next day she still didn’t have any ideas.  The thought of selling some of her gowns had crossed her mind.

Liam walking by noticed her distraught face as she looked at her computer.

“Love what’s wrong?” he asked, his face frowning at hers in concern.

“My foster mother passed away, and I don't have enough for a plane ticket, and if I get a ticket now, I'm still probably going to miss the funeral.”

“I don’t understand.” Liam said.

“For the ticket Liam, to pay for it.”

Liam looked hurt.  

“You should have told me earlier -- i could have helped you.”

She sighed, “You’re not my piggybank Liam.” He walked over to her, touching her hand, touching the engagement ring.  

“When you let me slip that ring on your finger, that means everything I have is yours.  Riley you will never have to worry about money every again a day in your life.  Our children will never have to worry.”

Tears filled her eyes.  He gently took his thumb wiping them away, giving her a soft kiss to her lips.

“None of that, I told you you’re way too beautiful for tears in your eyes.”

I need to make some arrangements and move some meetings, and make sure they get the jet ready for us.  

“Us?”

“I’m going with you.”

WIP Ask by @21-wishes​

Detention: Party of One

School Dayz: Chapter 4

Pairing: Riley x Liam?

Book: TRR AU (no royals)

Status: Still in the writing process

“Actually… there were two really cute guys there, and i’m on the fence about it.” 

Riley shook her head in disbelief.  Taylor was the only person who could meet not only one cute guy in detention, but two cute guys!?!?!?!  

“How is that even possible?”  

“When you look like us, it’s always possible.  Riley I know you try to hide your head in the sand like an ostrich, but we’re cute twins.  We are!  And the sooner you get that through your skull and embrace it, the better off you will be.  Even when you dress like you should be pulled over and put in jail by the fashion police!”

“I don’t want to dress like you.”  

“You don’t have to dress like me Riley!  Just put in a little more effort. And you know maybe match your clothes?!?!?!”

Riley rolled her eyes.  

“I do match my clothes.”  

Taylor looked her over, shaking her head in dismay.

“Mmmmmmmmkay…. That’s debatable.”  

“What’s wrong with what I’m wearing right now?”  

She shook her head at Riley.  “It might be okay if it actually fits your body.  You could fit Jaiden in that shirt with you.”

The Rotten Apple 🍎: Part 4

The Rotten Apple 🍎

The book:  TRF

Pairings:  Liam x Riley / Ellie x Nico

Status: Still in the writing process

“If I would have known  you would be visiting so often, I would have put you on my VIP guest list, Daughter.”

“Hello Father.” 

He looked at her carefully.

“You’re here to gloat.”

“I am, because I’m smarter than you.”

Drake laughed.  “You sure are cocky as hell to be my kid.  You must get that from your mother. Which kind of makes sense.  She did come to this country, without a drop of royal blood in her body, thinking she can become its queen, and now rules it alongside King Liam.  And what makes you think you are smarter than me?”

“For starters, I’m not wasting away in a jail cell, and two, I’ve aligned with the one person you claimed would be able to take me down.  How do you like those apples?”

“What are you doing that makes you think you have his allegiance?”

It was the first time she saw something else in her Father’s eyes.

“You’re not… Tell me you’re not fucking him Eleanor.  Is this something you do to get what you want from people?”

“No. I don’t… I hadn’t even been with anyone before him.”

“You need to stop this path you’re on.”

“There’s no need. I’m in control.”  

“Are you now? Is he coming to your quarters at night, or are you going to his?  Why so quiet now?”

“Shut up.”

“You’re mad now because you realize, you’re his plaything.  Nico is fucking you, not the other way around. Don’t let that Greek Meat get you all ad-dick-ted having you lose even more of your mind.  But what would I know…. You say you’re smarter than me.”

Ellie slapped Drake.

“I  SAID SHUT UP!!!!”

Drake rubbed his face smiling.  

“You are hot headed like your mother, and that part of you, albeit the small part of you that is like her is what is going to get you caught.”

While We Were Apart: Part 2 Mia’s 🌎 World The Book: TRR Pairings:  None  with past pairing of Mia x Jaiden (TRR MC x M!OC) Status: Still in the writing process

It was a huge mistake.

He stared silently at Carmen; she wanted to cuddle with him afterwards,  and all he wanted to do was leave.  What he had done with her, didn't make him feel better, it just made him miss Mia more.  Because when they were together in that way it felt like more.  It felt....like love.

He shouldn't have done this with Carmen, and he regretted it, and the look in her eyes was that what they had just done meant so much more to her than it did to him.

"What's wrong? Why are you so quiet?"

"You know I'm not much of a talker, Carmen."

That. Was. A. Lie.

"That's exactly right. You're a man of few words." Carmen smiled at him.

Carmen didn't even know him… well not really.

[czenzo]

The Quarry: Prologue

[ao3]

summary: “Why’d you kill the music?” Max said with a subtle frown, stealing a glance over at her before moving his eyes back to the road. “I think you know why.” “Uhm, I don’t think I do,” he replied with an amused grin. “It begins with an ‘L’?” she pushed. “Like, the ‘L’ word?” Max paused for a second, and the short silence was drowned out by the tires still fighting against the stone-riddled road. “Lesbians?” “Lost, Max. We’re lost.”

The game's prologue, in the form of a written story.

words: 6433 rating: M, for descriptions and implications of gore, violence, and death.

note: I’ve been fighting with writer’s block lately, but have recently become obsessed with The Quarry, so I thought it’d be a fun challenge to try and translate the game’s prologue from a visual piece of media to a written one. It was so much more fun than I expected! 99% of the dialogue has been pulled straight from the game, I take no credit for it.

23:50 | June 24 - LAURA

Route 919

Driving through unfamiliar woodland at midnight wasn’t the greatest idea in the world, but after Max, her ever confident, self-assured boyfriend, had insisted they’d be fine, they’d clambered into his mother’s car and set off in the hopes of reaching Hackett’s Quarry Summer Camp by ten o’clock, at the latest.

Laura glanced at her watch. 11:50pm.

With a small sigh, she reached over and switched the radio off—earlier, it had been audibly playing their favourite tunes, but now, shrouded by trees and the seemingly never-ending wilderness, the path they were driving down was so rough and bumpy they could barely hear the music over the sound of the tires struggling on the uneven terrain. Not to mention, she was sure neither her nor Max had any inkling of where they actually were.

“Why’d you kill the music?” Max said with a subtle frown, stealing a glance over at her before moving his eyes back to the road.

“I think you know why.”

“Uhm, I don’t think I do,” he replied with an amused grin.

“It begins with an ‘L’?” she pushed. “Like, the ‘L’ word?”

Max paused for a second, and the short silence was drowned out by the tires still fighting against the stone-riddled road. “Lesbians?”

“Lost, Max. We’re lost.”

“We’re just… we’re in geographic flux.”

“Right. So… lost,” she insisted, leaning her head against the window.

“That’s debatable.”

Slowly, Laura turned her head, still leaning against the cold window, to give her boyfriend a knowing look. Before she could think of a witty reply, the car hit a pothole, and the resulting jolt sent Max’s phone, which had been resting on the dashboard, flying towards the floor. She quickly snatched it out of the air and carefully rested it back where Max could see it—not that it was of much use, now. Earlier, it had been displaying their route clearly on a detailed, digital map, but now, thanks to the lack of signal, it was about as helpful as a rock.

“Nice catch, honey.”

“Thank you,” she replied with a pleased smile. “Man, the roads are definitely getting worse out here.”

“I guess it’s all part of the rustic summer camp experience.”

“Oh, right, that’s where we’re going? I lost track like two hundred miles ago…”

“Two hundred miles ago, huh?”

“Yeah.” A beat of silence passed between them. “You know what, Max. It’s okay. It doesn’t make you any less of a man.”

“You know if Columbus hadn’t gotten lost and landed on these golden shores, there would be no United States of America. Goodbye hot dogs. See ya later, apple pie.”

“Columbus never actually landed in North America.”

“What are you talking about?” Max stole another glance at her, features riddled with confusion, before turning back to the road.

“Didn’t even know he wasn’t in Asia.”

“Are you serious?”

“Just another guy who didn’t want to admit he was lost.”

“Well, ‘just another guy’ who’s got a whole day named after him, so… Put that in your pipe and smoke it.”

“Oh my God— Okay, just get us to camp already, before I roll my eyes out of my head, please.” Despite the mild frustration over being lost in the middle of nowhere, soft laughter still made its way out of her.

“I’m working on it. I’m working on it,” Max nodded confidently. Just as it had been doing for the past God-knows-how-many hours, the car continued its merry way down the unfamiliar, winding woodland path. It was only a matter of time before they hit a fork in the road, Laura thought, and clearly their no-bars phones would be of no help, so she turned in her seat and rummaged around in the backseats, sure that there must be a map of some kind somewhere back there. Just as she thought, underneath a few leaflets and stray receipts sat a map, neatly folded and ready to open up and guide them.

“Ah, viola!” she quietly exclaimed, moving the phone from the dashboard and using the space to rest the map on as she unfolded it.

“What is that?”

“Yeah, yeah.”

“No but seriously, hun, what happened to the— the normal map?”

“This is the normal map.”

“The one on my phone.”

“No bars,” she explained, amused as to how he hadn’t realised that fact earlier.

“Of course not,” Max said after a defeated beat of silence.

“Okay, let’s see… So, we are… Huh. Well, I guess they don’t put summer camps on maps. Have you seen any signs for it?”

Max stared at the map in her hands, studying the twists and turns of the lines. If Laura knew anything about Max Brinly, he was likely still feeling the defeat of having to admit he had gotten them lost. It was eating at him.

His staring lasted much too longer than it should have, however.

“Hey, eyes on the road.”

Max dragged his gaze back to the windshield, back to the gravelly road, back to the never-ending trees… and back to the strange, pale, hunched figure sitting in their path.

“Whoa—” he gasped, instinctively pulling the steering wheel to one side, then the other, desperately trying to avoid whatever that thing was whilst also attempting to keep the car on the road.

“Max!”

The car swerved, and swerved again, and before Laura could register the feeling of the car’s tires falling off the road and onto the soft ground of the woods, the car had already crashed through the fences and was hurtling down a slope, further and further into the trees, further and further away from the road. 

To say it was bumpy would be an understatement. God bless the fellow who invented seatbelts, and God bless herself for having the sense to use it, because if it weren’t for that thin piece of polyester strapping her to the seat, she was sure she’d have been through the windshield in seconds. Tree roots threw the tumbling car this way and that, and as she gripped her seat and tried to stop herself from being thrown around herself, Max desperately fought with the steering wheel and pressed down on the break so hard she thought his shin might snap.

Eventually, after what felt like hours, the slope evened out, the car slowed, and Laura and Max came to a stop in a small opening in the middle of the wilderness.

“Are you okay?” were the first words out of Max’s mouth. He sounded breathless, flustered, and in shock, which matched Laura’s own current state perfectly.

“Yeah, yeah. I mean… still in one piece.”

“Jesus Christ, what do you think that was? A bear?”

“What? No, no, Max, that wasn’t a bear.”

“What was it?”

“I think it was a person…” she trailed off, unsure of herself. It had all happened so quickly, the figure was there and then it wasn’t, they’d barely gotten a glimpse of it before the car had flown off of the road.

Max’s face dropped, features suddenly stony. “Laura, are you serious?” His eyes were wide and full of concern. “Do you think we hit a person?”

“I don’t know… I mean it was really close. Like really close, but maybe we didn’t… I don’t know.” Her words came out jumbled and shaky, the shock making her stutter through the syllables. She didn’t like the feeling of weakness, of helplessness. Her limbs were shaking just as much as her voice.

Max shook his head and got out of the car, making his way to the front to inspect the damage. After a mere second of looking at it, he looked back up at Laura with sagging shoulders and a sombre look.

“What is it?”

“I really F’d this car up.” He bit down hard on his lip and stared at the bonnet.

“Maybe it looks worse than it is.”

“Ah… I should check out the damage before we try to start it up again,” he insisted, trying to keep the panic from seeping into his voice and failing ever so slightly. “Hun, could you grab my uh— my toolbox, from the trunk?”

“Yeah. Yeah, okay,” Laura nodded and clambered out of the car slower than Max had. Her legs felt like jelly. Outside it was unnervingly quiet; only crickets and a handful of birds were audible, and walking through the forest’s detritus was louder than either of those. Each step felt like a clap of thunder in comparison to the wilderness’ peacefulness.

Using her phone as a torch, she took a quick glance at the front of the car. 

“It’s not so bad,” she said over Max’s shoulder.

“My mom’s gonna kill me.”

“I’ll… I’ll go and get the toolbox.”

Walking around the car, it was reassuring to see that only the front of it was seriously damaged; the rest of the body had  merely suffered some scratches and other minor cosmetic damages, but nothing too serious. The trunk was still in tact and opened with ease, and within sat their bags and an array of other miscellaneous items that Max hadn’t bothered to clear out before he threw their things in and left for camp with her. 

After pushing a bag out of the way, she found his toolbox at the back, along with a small pile of letters and papers. Laura, most of the time, was never one to snoop, but the large, red, REJECTED stamp across the top of the first letter she saw was hard to miss. She daren’t pick it up and actively snoop, but a glimpse (or two) of the letter provided her with enough information.

Dear Mr Brinly… Thank you… Landis University… we have reviewed your application… unfortunately… unable to accept…

“Why didn’t you tell me?” she murmured, sighing as she heaved the toolbox out and closed the trunk, attempting to push all thoughts about that letter to the back of her mind. She’d bring it up eventually—but not now. There were more important matters at hand.

“Thanks hun,” Max smiled as he took the toolbox.

“D’you need a hand?”

“Yeah, actually, if you could just shine a light right here… Yeah. Perfect, thank you.”

The stillness of the wilderness was interrupted by the sounds of Max working on the car; soft metallic clangs and scrapes shattered the quiet, but Laura couldn’t find it in herself to care any more.

“The sooner we get out of here, the better.”

“Just picture yourself curling up in front of a big ol’ fire pit singing campfire singalongs.”

Laura let out a small, tired chuckle. “I don’t think people curl up right in front of big ol’ fire pits.”

“Why not?”

“Uhh, they don’t wanna catch on fire?”

“Then… picture yourself curling up in front of a big ol’ space heater.”

“Well, anywhere’s better than here…” she replied, letting her gaze drift away from the damaged car and towards the trees surrounding them.

Her phone flashlight was strong, but not strong enough to cut through the darkness past the first row of trees. It was like looking into a black hole, and it was nothing short of unnerving.

Curious, she took a step towards it. And another. She tuned into the sounds of nature—the crickets were still going strong, some birds continued chirping, and once again the soft crunch of the floor under her feet was louder than anything else. So loud, in fact, that she almost missed the strange whisper that came from behind the trees.

Almost.

“Silas…”

Laura frowned and shook her head. Surely she had just imagined that, right? 

She took another step forward. And another.

“Where are you going?” Max called out from behind her.

“Just, over here…”

“Just… stay there for a second, okay? I’m almost done.”

She continued to shine her phone’s light into the darkness, and still, nothing was visible. Her heard pounded in her chest, though she wasn’t quite sure why. She’d only imagined that whisper, after all. Though it wouldn’t do any harm to check it out.

“My God, Max. Hurry up!” she called over her shoulder. Her nerves were making her agitated and snappy, and it pissed her off. Max seemed to catch on to this and, after another quick examination of the car, made his way over to where she stood, staring into the trees.

“What’s going on?”

“I’m worried that there’s somebody down there.”

“Are you serious?”

“Yeah— they could be hurt. I don’t know.”

“I didn’t think we actually hit anyone—”

“Well, I don’t know— I just, I heard something, okay. Like, a— a woman.”

“…Do you think we hit her?”

Laura paused for a short moment and looked him in the eyes. There was nothing but concern and care in the way he looked back at her, and it eased her nerves. Max had her back. She had his. They were together, and that made everything better.

“I just want to check it out,” she replied, calmer.

“Okay, alright. Just don’t go too far, okay? Be careful.”

“Yeah, I will.”

He helped her down the small ledge that lead into the trees, his calloused hands gentle as he stopped her from slipping.

“Okay, thank you…” she hopped onto the ground below and looked up at him, where he crouched on top of the ledge. “Good luck with the car.”

Her phone’s flashlight continued to try its best as she slowly walked around, and despite her nerves and completely exhausted state, Laura took deep breaths and decided to walk with long, confident strides. Fake it ’til you make it, after all.

From where she stood, there was only one visible path, and so she strode along it in search of something—or nothing. She still wasn’t quite sure whether she truly heard someone speak. She would simply walk a short distance, look around, reassure herself there was nothing out there, and return to Max and get the hell out of the woods.

As she made her way down the path, stepping over overgrown, twisting tree roots, her phone’s light fell upon an old, worn poster nailed to one of the trees. Upon closer inspection, its edges looked burnt, and the poster was so discoloured it was almost too hard to read it.

“Harum Scarum…” she read aloud quietly. A poster for a travelling circus of some kind. Why it was seemingly in the middle of nowhere, she had no clue, but there was little point in dwelling on it. Onwards she went, though she noted in the back of her mind that she shouldn’t go much further. The thought of being too separate from Max in a place like this wasn’t good.

A minute or so further ahead, the trees appeared to become more twisted, branches stooping low and creating an almost tunnel-like effect. At the end of the strange, deformed flora sat what looked to be the remnants of a cage, metal bars warped and rusted over. The trees beside it had begun to grow around it, roots firmly planting the remains of the enclosure to the ground.

“What the hell?” Laura murmured as she crouched beside it. On the floor to her side sat a wooden sign, broken and rotten, but the painted letters on it were still legible. 

Silas the Dog Boy, it read. She stared at it for a considerable amount of time, until it clicked that it must have been related to the poster she found not too far back. Silas must have been an act for that peculiar travelling show, though it once again posed the question of why here? Why stop to perform in the middle of nowhere?

An owl cooing in the distance snapped her out of her train of thought. She shook her head, her shoulders, scrunched her eyes and rubbed them until phosphenes danced in the darkness, and hauled herself back to her feet.

She should head back. It was clear she wouldn’t find anything out here; her active imagination had simply freaked her out. Everything was okay—nothing was out here except some old remains of a long-gone travelling show.

Luckily, it was easy enough to follow the same path back to the car, and when the sounds of Max tinkering with the bonnet became faintly audible, she breathed a sigh of relief.

“Silas…”

Laura stopped in her tracks. She turned around, whipping her phone to shine its light in the direction of the sound. Nothing.

Picking up the pace, Laura continued.

“Silas…”

Her heart pounded.

“Silas…”

She stopped again, frustration and fear getting the better of her. “Who are you? Where are you?” she called out, frantic. Her breath became shallow and rapid as she turned on the spot, desperately trying to spot the source of the voice between the trees around her. She couldn’t hear Max any more. Just the crickets. The birds.

The very quiet sound of someone moving close to her shoulder.

“Silas,” it whispered, inches away from her ear. 

Laura screamed. 

She burst into a sprint, leaping over the overgrown tree roots and ducking beneath low-hanging branches, legs pumping and arms swinging as she ran for what felt like miles. The end of her ponytail smacked against the droplets of sweat on the nape of her neck.

The relief that flooded her when Max and the car came into view was unlike anything she’d felt before in her entire life; it was so intense she almost began to cry.

“Max!” she called out, scrambling up and over the ledge he’d helped her down earlier.

Max closed the bonnet of the car and looked up with a smile that immediately disappeared upon seeing her panicked state. “Hey! Hey, hey hey. What’s wrong? What’s wrong, Laura, is everything alright?”

“Max!” was all she could manage again as she fell into him, wrapping her arms around him and taking in his comforting, familiar scent with each heaving breath. He held her tightly, and gently kissed the top of her head.

“Talk to me, what’s going on?”

“Holy shit,” she breathed, “there was something out there, there was— there was noises all around me, and—”

“Honey. Honey, honey, take a breath… it’s okay— it’s the woods, there’s a lot of stuff out there. There’s animals… it’s easy to freak yourself out.”

“No,” Laura insisted with a shake of her head. She knew there was something out there. That was not a figment of her imagination, not a result of her tired mind. There was something out there, and it knew they were here. “Can we just leave— please?”

“Yeah! Yeah, let’s go,” Max nodded, guiding her to the passenger side before hopping into the driver’s seat. The doors slammed shut, and neither bothered with their seatbelts in their desperation to leave quickly.

“You alright?” Max looked over at her as he started the engine, which successfully switched on and began softly rumbling. “Yes! There we go. Purring like a kitten.”

“Max, come on!”

“Here we go, here we go. We’re getting out of here.”

He put the car into reverse and pressed down on the gas. The tires span. And span. And span. They didn’t move an inch.

Mud splattered onto the tree in front of them. They’d gotten themselves stuck in a ditch, and the car refused to reverse out of it.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” Laura said. “Max!”

“I just… Ok, give me a minute. Give me a minute.”

“We’ve got to go, Max! Please!”

“Laura, you’re not helping—”

“Come on, can you just— I am trying to get us out of here! Which is—”

“Alright, enough!” Max cried out, gripping the steering wheel so tight his knuckles went white. The visible regret on his face was instant. “Shit, I’m sorry, honey. I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay. It’s okay,” Laura breathed, rubbing her eyes. “I’m sorry too. We’re both stressed, and tired, it’s not helping. Try the gas again.”

Max eased his foot onto the gas once more, and the tires continued to spin in one place, sinking deeper into the mud. He sighed.

“We’re okay. We’re safe in the car, really. We’re gonna be okay.”

Laura nodded, looking over at him and his comforting, familiar face. His cheeks, his chin, his nose were covered in splatterings of freckles, and his soft brown hair flopped slightly over one of his sea blue eyes. Things weren’t great, but she was with Max. And, just as he said, they’d be safe in the car—right?

There was a blur of motion through the window beside Max, and in a split second, a man was peering through to them. The car’s interior lights illuminated his face in an unsavory way, making him appear sinister and, quite frankly, terrifying.

“Jesus, fuck!” Laura cried out, jolting in her chair. Max turned to look out of his window and jumped back towards her.

“Oh, fuck! Oh my God, my heart just exploded.”

The cop nodded to the window. His face was thin, eyes tired and lines sunken low into his skin. His lips were set in a straight, stern line. If it weren’t for the obvious cop uniform, she would have been tempted to wind down the window and punch him. “Roll it down.”

Max complied. “Hi, Officer. How are you doing this evening?”

“Are either of you injured?” he asked, looking between them.

“Really, we’re fine. We’re just a little shaken up.”

“Mhm,” the cop nodded once, slowly, squinting at them with suspicion. He moved around to inspect the bonnet, crouching low to get a good look at the damage before pulling himself back up. Staring at them through the windshield, he asked, “Well, you folks wanna tell me what happened here?”

Max looked at Laura, the corners of his mouth downturned.

“Yeah, uhm,” Laura began, deciding it was best to be honest and avoid more suspicion. “We, um… Something jumped out right in front of the car, and— and we didn’t want to hit it, so we swerved, and… Now here we are.”

The cop was silent for a moment. “‘Something’ jumped out?”

“Ah— I’m sorry, it was just— it was so dark, and it happened so fast and they were gone, I don’t…”

“‘They’. Ma’am, did you hit someone?”

“No! No, God no, of course not. But— you know. I mean, I don’t think so. I don’t… I don’t know.”

“Sir,” he said, turning to Max. “Keep the car running.” He moved to the back of the car, and once he was out of sight, Max turned to face her, eyes wide and features riddled with confusion.

“Is this guy like, the all-time scariest cop?”

“I dunno,” she whispered back, “this is my first cop.”

“What, like, ever?”

“Uh, yeah, I’m not a criminal!”

Hooking their car to his own, the cop slowly but surely managed to pull them out of the muddy ditch, away from the trees, the crickets, the birds, and whoever—or whatever—had been determined to shake Laura, and back to the safety of the road. Once they were stable and safe, their car was unhooked, and it was only a matter of time before the cop returned to the driver’s side window.

“Now you folks wanna tell me, just what in the hell you are doing, all the way out here, this late at night?”

“We’re heading up to Hackett’s Quarry Summer Camp,” Laura replied. “We’re new counselors.”

“You’re one night early.”

“No, no, we know… um, but we figured we’d get in early and scope it out, y’know? They know we’re coming, we called ahead.”

“And, to be honest, sir, one of us kind of oversold their navigation skills and got us completely lost,” Max added, raising one hand.

The cop sighed and looked at his feet, shaking his head dejectedly. His head was still looking down when his eyes snapped up to meet hers, half concealed by his eyelids. “You’re not going to make it to Hackett’s Quarry. Not tonight.” He looked over his shoulder at the surrounding wilderness for a moment before slowly turning back to them. “Harbinger Motel. It’s the nearest place, you can bunk up there for the night. Okay?”

“Uh… I think we’re just gonna stick to the plan, sir, I mean… Mr. Hackett knows we’re coming early and we called ahead—”

“No, Ma’am. You’re going to head to the Harbinger Motel. Do you understand?” 

The tone of his voice demanded compliance. Laura, however, was determined to find a way around this.

“Okay, fine,” she said, feigning docility, “Yeah. We’ll head to the motel. Understood. There’s just one small problem, uh…”

Max grimaced. “I forgot to spring for the ‘middle of nowhere’ coverage plan on my phone.”

“What he means is, we’re lost. Completely,” Laura added.

“Alright, ma’am. Step out of the vehicle.”

Max’s slow “Uhh…” was drowned out by Laura’s exclaim of, “Wait, what?”

“I just wanna show you how to get to the motel on your map there, ‘kay?” the cop explained, motioning to the map which had landed on the far end of the dashboard in their struggle-slash-tumble down into the trees earlier.

“Uh, for sure,” Max said, moving to step out.

“Son, remain in the vehicle.”

Max reluctantly, slowly, sat back in his seat, casting Laura yet another look of concern.

“It’s okay, it’s okay. I got it,” she reassured him. She climbed out, map in hand, and placed it on the bonnet in front of the cop. He swiftly smoothed it out and produced a pencil from one of his many pockets.

“Okay, so we…” he paused to lick his pencil, and Laura wondered if such a motion was even necessary, before moving it towards the map and making a neat dot along one of the many roads. “Are right about here. Harbinger Motel… is here.” Another dot was made, luckily not too much of a distance away.

“Right, okay, and where was Hackett’s Quarry again?” Laura pried. The cop’s hand moved to the left, pencil tip pointing in the direction of her true destination, but his hand pulled away in realisation before he could leave a third dot on the map. It wasn’t much, but it was enough. She knew which way to head.

“Well, I’m sure the fine folks at the Harbinger Motel can guide you there,” the cop said, folding up the map and handing it back to her. “First thing in the morning.”

Laura simply smiled. “Right.”

Soon enough she was back in the safety of the car, and Max looked more than ready to step on the gas.

“Harbinger Motel. Stay on the road,” came the cop’s voice once again through the window.

“Wait, but— but what if there’s someone out there?” Laura asked.

“Yeah, I’ll have a look,” the cop replied unconvincingly. He tapped twice on the car roof. “Good night.”

Once again, they were alone, though a quick glance in the rearview mirror showed that the cop was sat in his car not too far behind them, unmoving. Watching. Max stared at him.

“Why is this guy just sitting there?” he asked, frowning at the mirror and looking over his shoulder to squint at the police car.

“He was giving me major weirdo vibes.”

“The dude needed like, at least a dozen showers.”

“Oh my God, I know.”

“What was up with that thing, did you see that?” Max asked, gesturing to his jaw. Laura had noticed the dark stain there on the cop’s face, too, though she had been too preoccupied with trying to get rid of him she hadn’t dwelled on it too much.

“I think it was— was it blood?”

Max pulled a face and looked over his shoulder once more. Eventually he turned back to the wheel and braced himself to start driving. “Ah, man.”

“Alright, let’s get back on the road.”

“Yes,” Max nodded, relieved, as Laura showed him the map with the marked locations.

“I think I’ve had enough woodland encounters for one night, thank you very much.”

“Agreed… so, where’s this motel?”

“Okay, so we’re here,” she pointed at the first dot, then moved to the second, “and the motel is here.”

“Okay.”

“But we’re going here.” She pointed to an area off to the left.

“What’s there?”

“Hackett’s Quarry.”

Max paused for a moment in awe. “How’d you do that?”

“I dunno, kinda… tricked him into showing me.”

“Very slick,” he grinned, laughing. “Are you sure we shouldn’t just get to the motel? Just listen to this guy’s advice?”

“Honey, you really wanna listen to the advice of some creep ass cop, who told us in the middle of the creep ass woods to go to some creep ass motel?”

“…No, that sounds terrible.”

“Yeah.”

“Let’s hit the road, shall we, ma’am?” The engine’s rumbling was comforting as the car started back up and continued down the road.

“That’s what I thought,” she said, leaning back in her seat for a second before sitting back up straight. “Ma’am? Oh my God, if he called me ‘ma’am’ one more time I was gonna shove that badge up his dickhole… Seriously, do I look like a ‘ma’am’ to you? I’ve got like twenty years before I’m a ‘ma’am’!”

“Mh-hm,” Max nodded, keeping his eyes dead on the road. He was just as unconvincing as the cop had been.

“What?”

“I… Twenty’s… debatable.”

“Easy.”

“I mean, I’m kinda into ma’ams.”

“Okay, we’re done here.”

Their laughter faded into comfortable silence as the car continued down the road, away from the cop, away from the motel, and towards their true destination.

Seeing the Hackett’s Quarry Summer Camp sign come into view half an hour later, along with the main cabin, was nothing short of relieving. It had taken them a damn while to get there, and now it was well past midnight, but knowing they succeeded eventually was enough.

Seeing the lack of lights, people, and general signs of life, however, was unnerving.

“You’ve gotta be kidding,” Max said as they pulled up and got out of the car. “There’s nobody here. We drive all the way the fuck out here!”

“Max, can we just look around before we jump to conclusions?”

“Did you actually even talk to Mr. Hackett or did you just leave a message?”

“Well, what’s the difference?”

“This!” he said, exasperated, as he threw up his hands. “This is the difference!”

Refusing to admit defeat, Laura made her way to the main entrance and knocked on the door. “Hello?”

“I guess he doesn’t check his voicemail,” she heard Max murmur from off to the side.

“How was I supposed to know that?” she snapped, before pointing at the other car parked not too far from theirs. “I mean, clearly there’s somebody here.”

“Yeah, or it’s just an abandoned car and this is a complete waste of time.”

“Why would there be an abandoned— Look, Max—”

“I’ll be at the car,” Max said, exhausted in every sense of the word.

“Max, come on,” she pleaded as he opened the driver’s side door. “Max, don’t be a dick.”

“I’m sorry,” he said, throwing his hands up one last time. “I’m sorry.”

Laura knocked on the door again, yet still there was no answer. It was locked tightly shut. She had to rely on her phone’s flashlight again as she looked around. It was quiet and still. Crickets. Birds. Thankfully, no disembodied voice. 

She wistfully looked at the large map standing outside of the cabin. She had been so excited for camp to start, to spend her summer before college being a counselor with Max, but the events of the night had dampened her enthusiasm. The camp’s slogan, ‘What doesn’t kill you will make you stronger’ written in cursive at the bottom taunted her. She pulled herself away from the map and kept looking, praying she’d encounter someone, but ended up finding the entrance to a cellar of some kind around the corner.

The doors were chained shut, which was suspicious enough. When she leant down to peer through the gap, however, she could have sworn she saw motion from inside. It wasn’t unlike the strange hunched figure they’d almost hit on the road—it was curled in on itself, facing away from her, but the darkness of the cellar made it impossible to make out any details. She wasn’t even sure if it was a person, or just an animal of some kind.

It shifted to the side, and in the sliver of light that shone through the gap through which Laura looked, she caught a better glimpse of it. She still couldn’t see clearly, but it looked too much like a person for her to not be alarmed.

“Hey! Hey, are you okay?” she called down, wondering why on Earth they’d been locked in the cellar. A camp employee who’d been forgotten about when they were locking up in the evening, perhaps? “I’ll be right back, I’m gonna get some help!”

She jogged back to the car. “Max! Max, get over here!”

“What’s going on?” he asked, sticking his head out of the window.

“There’s somebody in the bunker. I think they might be stuck!”

“Stuck?” Max got out of the car. “Is it Mr. Hackett?”

“I— I don’t know. Just bring some tools so we can break the lock!” she called, before quickly making her way back to the cellar doors. “We’re gonna get you out of here, okay?”

Max was by her side in no time, tools in hand. “Hey.”

“Wait, what— what are these?” Laura looked down at the tools in question, which were a hammer and a pair of wrenches—not the tools she would have gone for, herself.

“I don’t know, you just said ‘tools’.”

“Why didn’t you just bring the— Doesn’t matter. Look, there’s someone in there.”

Max peered through the gap in the doors. After a moment, he said, “Uhm… I’m not seeing anyone, Laura.”

“No, look, I swear—”

“I’m looking, I am.”

“Let me see.” Max moved and she took his place, looking through the gap once more. 

Nothing. No one. She frowned.

“There was definitely someone there.”

“…Okay. Okay, so…” Max lifted the tools in his hand, and after a moment of thought, Laura took the wrenches. She was pleased with how swiftly and smoothly she broke the lock that held the chains together, using the wrenches to pull and break it off.

“Damn,” Max exclaimed, impressed. She grinned at him.

Together, they heaved open the heavy doors and carefully descended the steps inside, both turning on their phone’s flashlights to illuminate the steps.

Max broke the tense silence first. “You’ve seen the Evil Dead, right?”

“Shh! Hello?”

The cellar was dim and dusty, and the last place Laura had expected to find herself in tonight. 

“Are you hurt?” she called out to the dark.

“Do you exist?” Max added. Laura playfully kicked him in the foot. As she took a step forward, Max held back, choosing to sit on the bottom steps as she explored the cellar.

“Be careful, alright?” he said, dusting off a step and making himself comfortable. Laura nodded and continued on, though stopped in her tracks at the sound of some commotion from the far end of the room. There came the sound of shuffling, scratching, and then the sudden sound of something small falling to the floor. She shone her light in its direction and found a collar—a peculiar collar; too big for a dog—labelled with the name Ian. She slowly walked over to it, apprehensive but curious. 

The collar only had her attention for so long, however. Her light followed small trail of a dark liquid—she hoped it wasn’t blood, but she wasn’t sure what else it could have been—coming from it, which lead to the corpse of some kind of animal, most of its meat stripped clean from the bones. It was unidentifiable, covered in blood, and the sight and smell of it made her retch.

“Max…” she gasped, turning away from the horrific sight. “What the fuck…”

“Everything okay?”

“I— Oh my God…”

“Hon, maybe it was just a possum you saw earlier or something?”

“No, there was someone here, I swear, and… and, oh God, I just saw…”

“Hey, it’s been kind of a night, you know?” he said as she came back towards him. He stood up and brushed off his legs. “Let’s just get to the motel, we can come back here first thing in the morning, we can check everything out, but… I mean you must be exhausted, I know I am. I think our imagination—”

Max couldn’t finish his sentence. To Laura’s horror and shock, something leapt out from the darkness and grabbed him, pulling him to the ground with a cry. It happened so fast, it was all a blur, and it was gone as soon as it appeared, leaving Max on the ground, cut up and bloodied.

“Max?! Max!” she called out, running towards him. “Max! Oh, God!”

He reached up to touch his shoulder, hand slow and shaky, and pulled it back to see it coated in dark, thick redness. “It’s blood…” he said, weakly. His whole left side was coated in it, gashes and wounds barely visible beneath it all. “I think… I’m bleeding a lot.”

Desperate, Laura hooked her arms beneath his shoulders and began to drag him back up the steps, though he was weak, and considerably heavier than her, so each step felt like a Herculean task. Step by step, bit by bit, fuelled by adrenaline and pure terror, she hauled her boyfriend back up to the entrance, to safety, away from whatever the hell was down there.

“There… we… go…” she heaved, bringing him up the last step. He murmured an unintelligible response.

And then was dragged back down.

“No!” Laura screamed, watching as Max’s bloodied body plunged into the darkness, mercilessly pulled away by some unseen thing. He began to scream, crying out in pain and fear as Laura held back tears. She was about to make a split-second decision, decide if she should leap in after him or if that would be pointless, but suddenly she felt a sharp pinch in the side of her neck. A needle? The world around her went fuzzy as Max continued screaming down below. 

Everything tilted to the side.

As Laura lay on the floor, feeling her consciousness slip through her fingers, two gunshots rang out, followed by a familiar, threatening voice that cried, “Does this look like the god-damned Harbinger Motel to you?!”

The world went black.

[m6bjo4fu0]

11:57 pm - Solitude

It’s your anniversary with your boyfriend, Atsumu, but he didn’t seem to care, as he still left home early and came home late without replying to your texts or calls all day.

Timeskip! Atsumu x reader

Word count: 803

Warnings: angst, Atsumu forgets about your third anniversary, you guys make up tho angst stories are always resolved here

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You reached for your boyfriend as you slowly opened your eyes, only to find nothing but a cold bed. You sighed, maybe he left a text? He didn’t. It’s ok. He was probably in a rush. Even though you didn’t start your anniversary day ideally, that didn’t stop you from going out and shop for gifts and ingredients for dinner. You figured that he would most likely appreciate having fatty tuna as it’s his favorite food, but you didn’t know what else to get. Atsumu has been distant lately due to tournaments coming up, so he usually leaves for work early in the morning and comes back just before midnight. Despite that you know the reason he’s been neglecting you, you still felt the hurt remaining. This is fine. He wouldn’t forget such a big day. You thought to yourself.

You got home with the gift and groceries, and you ate some leftovers for lunch the leftovers are the dinner that Atsumu didn’t eat because he’s busy and already ate at work before you start prepping for dinner. You already texted him about the dinner tonight, but he still haven’t read it yet. You sighed again. Maybe they’ve been practicing the whole time with no break?

Nighttime came, and the dinner is getting cold. With your boyfriend nowhere to be seen, you texted him again. He still didn’t read it, even though you’re sure practice already finished. You decided to take a nap, hoping that you’ll see your boyfriend for the first time in a while. When you woke up, however, it was already 11:50pm. You could hear your heart crack. What was I thinking. Of course he forgot. You went back to the table to start eating the already cold food, since you’re too hungry and heart broken to heat it. As you were about to shove down another spoon of cold food, you heard the front door open.

“Y/n? Why are ya still awake? It’s 11:57!”

“…why haven’t you been home then.”

“Listen I’m already really tired and can you not argue with me right now.”

“Atsumu you cant just walk away like that!”

“Y/n why are ya mad at me for no reason? A’ literally do this everyday!”

“MIYA ATSUMU IT’S BECAUSE OUR ANNIVERSARY ISN’T EVERYDAY!”

You started to tear up. He was shocked. He thought back to today’s date. He forgot. Even worse, he left you alone the whole day and when he first saw you was to tell you to go away.

“Angel ‘m sorry”

“I just missed you so much. We haven’t seen each other for days and I thought today we could enjoy the day together to watch a movie or something… Atsumu, I don’t think our relationship is workin-“

“NO BABE WE’RE NOT BREAKIN’ UP! A’ KNOW A’VE BEEN A BAD BOYFRIEND, BUT A’ CAN’T LIVE WITHOUT YA!”

“I spent everyday cleaning up the apartment, preparing for dinner that you wouldn’t eat, and I barely even see you. When I do, we don’t talk because you’re too tired. It’s like I live alone!”

You said as you continued sobbing.

“‘M so sorry baby. A’ never considered yer feelings or appreciate ya, but A’ really want ya to know that no matter how much A’ve neglected you in the past, A’ still love ya. So much. Please y/n. A’ know a’ messed up, but please don’t leave.”

You kept weeping, and Atsumu knew he messed up. He tried to collect you into his embrace, but you just cried and left to your shared bedroom.

“Babe? A’m sorry! Please talk to me.”

He saw you on the bed, holding his pillow tightly to your chest, small sniffles still heard. Atsumu’s heart broke at the sight, slowly making his way to wrap an arm around your waist. You stiffened against his touch, but slowly softening.

“A’m sorry angel, a’ love ya so much, but A’ keep failing to show ya. Please give me another chance, A’ll be better!”

“…I just wanted to spend time with you.”

You said as your sniffles began to decrease.

“A’ know, a’m sorry a’ keep neglecting ya.”

You nodded as you began to feel the weariness coming to you as your surroundings started to turn black.

You woke up in the same position you fell asleep in, but Atsumu isn’t here this time. You sighed, but soon he came in with a tray of food.

“Angel! Yer awake! A’m sorry a’ forgot about yesterday, a’ took the day off to make it up!”

“‘tsum you took the day off?!”

“Of course babe, a’ hurt yer heart yesterday, a’ need to make it up!”

You both smiled as he brought the breakfast to you.

“Happy anniversary ‘tsum.”

You said as you kissed his cheeks.

“Happy anniversary to ya too, angel. A’ love ya. Forever.”

Author’s notes: woah atsumu. Its 3 am i should sleep.

©m6bjo4fu0 2021 Work belongs to Shyn on Tumblr, please do NOT plagiarize or repost anywhere without permission.

[junghelioseok]

clandestine. | 03

↳ forbidden fruit tastes the sweetest.

◇ jungkook x reader ◇ smut | fluff | brother’s best friend!au ◇ 9.2k [3/6]

notes: this will likely be my last update of this fic until the new year, because i have two (2!!!) other fics that i’m planning to post in december, including another jungoo one, so! please look forward to those, and enjoy this chapter in the meantime! 

warnings: jk’s massive noona kink: a recurring yet warranted warning, me absolutely fucking up everything about korea’s geography probably, semi-public? fingering???, jungkook....... shall we say, rocks the boat, there is one (1) dick pic but no one’s complaining

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Monday - 11:27am

Kim Taehyung added you to the group: the great escape!!!!!! 🏝🚗💨

[11:27am] Taehyung: let’s gooooooooooo!!

[11:27am] Jisoo: ???

[11:28am] Lisa: go where?

[11:28am] Taehyung: parks lake house this weekend! we’re going on vacation!

[11:28am] You: hold up tae, we haven’t even asked our parents if we can have the house yet

[11:29am] Chimchim: oh yeah lmao

[11:29am] Chimchim: u wanna go ask noona??

[11:29am] You: nope

[11:30am] Chimchim: ugh, fine

[11:30am] Chimchim: u big baby

[11: 31am] You: 🙄

[11: 37am] Chimchim: they said yes!

[11:38am] Taehyung: LET’S GOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

[11:38am] Minho: sweet 👍

[11:38am] Taemin: tight

[11:39am] Jungkook: dope

[11:40AM] Jisoo: you’re all idiots 🙄

Tuesday - 2:34pm

[2:34pm] Chimchim: i’ve secured the van

[2:34pm] Chimchim: for the trip i mean

[2:35pm] Taehyung: noice

[2:35pm] You: 10 people aren’t gonna fit in mom’s van, chim

[2:37pm] Jungkook: i can drive too

[2:37pm] Chimchim: 👍👍

[2:37pm] Chimchim: see? nothing to worry about

[2:38pm] Jungkook: yeah noona, nothing to worry about. nothing at all.

Wednesday - 9:49pm

[9:49pm] Taehyung: oh my god we need FOOD

[9:49pm] Lisa: you’re just realizing that now?

[9:50pm] Taehyung: shut up

[9:50pm] Taehyung: i have a cooler

[9:51pm] Lisa: and ice?

[9:51pm] Taehyung: ………… i will buy some ice

[9:52pm] You: there’s a grocery store on the way up that we always used to go to, we can stock up there

[9:52pm] Taehyung: 👍

[9:54pm] You: you also better remember to bring your own towels. and more than one change of clothing

[9:54pm] Taehyung: 👍👍

[9:55pm] Chimchim: yes, mom

///

The day of the trip finds you standing in the foyer, rifling through your purse to make sure you have all the essentials. Off in the distance, you can hear Jimin sprinting around frantically, catching the briefest glimpse of his ruffled blond hair before he disappears again into the depths of the house.

“Chim, I swear to god. Why didn’t you pack earlier?”

“I did!” your brother whines, poking his head out from the living room where his suitcase is lying wide open, belongings scattered in every direction. “It’s just that—oh, fuck. Do you have my toothbrush?”

“Why would I have your toothbrush?” you deadpan.

He ignores you, and not two seconds later, he lets out an excited shout. “Never mind! I found it!”

You sigh and rub your temples. The trip hasn’t even begun, yet you’re already feeling the beginnings of a headache coming on. “I’m going outside,” you call to your brother, who grunts in acknowledgement. Opening up the front door, you drag your suitcase out onto the sun-drenched porch, relishing the welcome breeze that caresses your cheeks and whispers through your hair.

The rare moment of peace is broken almost immediately by the rumble of a starting engine—the sound shuddery and wavering before it finally evens out into a steady, mechanical purr. It’s coming from nearby, and your gaze immediately travels to the neighboring driveway where a beat-up sedan sits, torn between exasperation and amusement when you see Jungkook waving at you from the driver’s seat.

“I’m coming to pick you up!” he calls through the open window, and you hold back your laughter as he reverses out of his driveway, rolls ten feet down the street, and pulls into yours.

“Was that really necessary?” you ask once he’s parked.

“Of course it was,” he replies, hopping out to grab your suitcase. You watch as he pops the trunk and loads it inside, and blanch when you realize what that means.

“Wait a second. Am I riding with you?”

Some emotion flashes across his face, but he wipes it away before you can identify it. “Would that be so terrible?”

It’s been one week since Taehyung’s party, and Jisoo’s warning still rings loud and clear in your brain. Still, you feign nonchalance and tamp down the uptick in your heart rate, offering him a shrug. “Just wasn’t expecting it, that’s all.”

He grunts. An awkward silence settles over you as he adjusts your suitcase in the trunk beside his, and you distract yourself by fiddling with your purse strap until he slams the lid closed.

“So…” you start after a few seconds. “Are we picking anyone else up?”

“Yugyeom,” Jungkook replies, opening up the driver’s side door and climbing in. Hesitantly, you make your way over to the other side of the car, wondering if there’s any way you can avoid sitting in the passenger seat without looking like a total weirdo.

“Oh! Jungkook’s here already?” Jimin exits the house at last, lugging his suitcase and a smaller backpack. He shoves both into the backseat of your mother’s van before coming over, frowning when he sees you hovering near the trunk. “Why are you just standing there?”

You make a face at him. “We’re waiting for you, dumbass. Who’s riding with you?”

“Tae, Minho, and Taemin,” your brother replies. “Didn’t you see the group chat this morning?”

“I muted it days ago,” you admit. “You guys were annoying as hell.” Then another thought strikes you, your brain belatedly registering the names Jimin listed. “Wait, what about the girls? Aren’t they coming?”

Your brother rolls his eyes. “Jisoo’s working as a camp counselor this summer, and Lisa has other vacation plans. Maybe if you hadn’t muted the chat, you’d have known that.”

He has a point, though you aren’t about to admit that. You’re also wise enough not to inquire about the third member of the trio, remembering Jisoo’s revelation at the party. It’s no surprise that Chaeyoung isn’t joining you for the weekend—you’d want to avoid extended periods of time with your ex-boyfriend too. At the thought, your gaze reluctantly flits back over to the ex in question, who raises an expectant brow when he catches your eye.

“Ready?” he calls out the open window.

No, you want to say. But Jimin has already clambered into the van and slammed the door shut, and Jungkook’s car is blocking the van in the driveway so you suck in a deep breath and slide into the passenger seat beside your dark-haired neighbor.

“Yeah. Let’s go.”

Jungkook nods and throws the car into reverse. One hand splays across the wheel while the other comes up to rest on the back of your seat, and your breath hitches when he cranes around to check his blind spots, his face suddenly too close for comfort.

He’s playing with you, you tell yourself firmly, leaning back until your back’s pressed against the door and you can safely breathe again. Chaeyoung. Think about what he did to Chaeyoung.

“Hey, I made a roadtrip mix,” Jungkook pipes up all of a sudden. He grabs his phone from where it’s resting on the dashboard, tapping at the screen until the first strains of a melody filter through the car speakers. “It should last us the whole way.”

You perk up when you recognize the tune. “Oh! I love this song.”

Jungkook watches out of the corner of his eye as you bob your head to the beat, before smiling down at his lap. “Yeah. I know.”

///

Yugyeom lives on the other side of town, in a sprawling, winding neighborhood that sends your brain—and your phone’s GPS—into a complete and total tailspin. “Wait, wait—hang on. I think you missed a turn. You must have.”

Jungkook’s face crumples in confusion as he slows the car to a crawl, drawing a few irritated honks from the cars behind you. “There weren’t any streets back there, though.”

“Are you sure?” you ask, twisting in your seat to get a better look. “The directions said to take a right in… oh, fuck, hang on. We’re not even on a digitized road anymore, apparently.”

Jungkook heaves a sigh, but when you glance up at him, he’s wearing a grin. “Come on, Noona. You’re supposed to be my navigator. I’m depending on you.”

“I only know how to get us to the lake house, not Yugyeom’s,” you sniff defensively. “This is way beyond my pay grade.”

Jungkook chortles and reaches out, extending an open palm. “Can I see your phone for a sec?” You nod, handing it over, and he clicks his tongue as he turns it upside-down—rotating it a full three hundred and sixty degrees before returning it. “We might be lost,” he declares.

“Gee, you don’t say.”

He chuckles again. Picking up his own phone, he swipes a thumb across the screen before handing the unlocked device over. “Here, call Yugyeom. Put him on speaker, yeah?”

You hum in acknowledgement and scroll down in his contacts until you find the other boy’s name, clicking it open. A photo fills the screen as it rings—clearly a group photo from the way it’s cropped, zoomed in on Yugyeom and the ridiculous face he’s making.

“Is this from graduation?” you ask curiously.

Jungkook blinks and tears his gaze away from the windshield. “Huh?”

“Yugyeom’s contact photo,” you clarify, tilting the phone screen so he can see. “He’s got robes on.”

“Oh.” He looks away again, cheeks flushing. “Yeah. It’s lame, I know.”

You shake your head. “Don’t say that. I think it’s nice.”

Jungkook doesn’t get a chance to respond, but it’s impossible to miss the grin that crinkles his face and settles there. There’s a staticky hum as the line connects, and then Yugyeom’s voice is filling the vehicle, sounding as if he’s just rolled out of bed.

“Whaddaya want?”

“We can’t find your fucking house, man,” Jungkook says bluntly, turning onto a street that you’ve driven down at least three times by this point. “Where do you live?”

On the other end of the line, Yugyeom sighs. “Okay, okay. What street are you guys on?”

That gives Jungkook pause. “Uhh, Cedar Street? Oak Avenue? It has a tree name.”

“Neither of those streets exist, dude.”

“Birch Boulevard!” you exclaim. “We’re on Birch Boulevard. I saw the sign a while back.”

“Ah, okay. You’re close, then. Do you see a sign for Linden Lane?”

You glance around until you alight on a signpost. “Yeah.”

“Turn right onto it. Then take the first left, go past the cul-de-sac, and another left. Do not pass Go, and do not collect two-hundred dollars. I’m the fifth house on the right.”

He ends the call before you can ask him to repeat the directions, and you send Jungkook a helpless look. “Did you get all of that?”

“Besides the overused Monopoly joke?” Jungkook asks.. “Yeah, I got it. Right, left, left. Fifth house. Shouldn’t take more than a few minutes to get there.”

And true to his word, you arrive at the house three minutes later. Yugyeom is standing on the front step with rumpled hair and a duffel bag at his feet, and you snort when he throws open the car door and flops across the entirety of the backseat.

“Rough morning?”

“Stayed up late packing,” he says by way of explanation, his eyes already beginning to drift shut. Jungkook immediately turns the music up, and you giggle when Yugyeom shoots upright at the bassline that’s now shaking the entire vehicle. “I’m up, I’m up! Jeez, man.”

Jungkook just sends him an innocent grin in the rearview mirror. You turn the volume back down to a reasonable level as Yugyeom directs Jungkook onto the best route to take out of the neighborhood, and it isn’t long before you’re merging onto the highway that leads toward the coast.

You’re just beginning to get comfortable, staring out the window at the passing cityscape, when your leg vibrates with an incoming text notification. Glancing down, you see that Jungkook’s phone has slipped between your thigh and the seat, the screen lit with a new message.

[10:21am] Minho: gonna be at the store in 10

“Minho says they’ll be at the grocery store in ten minutes,” you relay to your companions. “We have a little longer to go. Probably another half hour or so.”

“We wouldn’t be so far behind if Yugyeom didn’t live in a fucking labyrinth,” Jungkook remarks, but a glance at the young man in the backseat reveals that he’s drifted off despite your earlier stunt. Rolling his eyes, he turns to you. “Can you text him back, Noona?”

You nod and hold out his phone so he can unlock it with his thumb. “Hey,” you say once you’ve hit send on the message. “Do you have a contact photo for me?”

Jungkook stiffens slightly, his gaze skittering between you and the road. “Oh. Uh, yeah, I guess I do. But it’s nothing, really. It’s kinda lame. But you… you can look at it if you want.”

Curiosity piqued, you scroll down until you find your name, tapping on the image beside it. The photo is from several years ago, during a family trip to the lake house with the Jeons. You are no older than fifteen, your arm slung around a fourteen-year-old Jungkook as the two of you stand knee-deep in the lake, wearing swimsuits and bright smiles. In the background, you can just barely make out a blurry Jimin mid-splash.

“I remember this,” you murmur, zooming in on your smiling faces. “That was a fun summer.”

“Junghyun was grumpy the whole time,” Jungkook recalls with a laugh. “But we had a good time, didn’t we? We practically lived in the lake that entire week.”

“Or that old canoe.” You grin, taking one last look at the photo before locking his phone and handing it back to him. “Remember? We’d always row out too far, and our parents would scream for us to come back before we fell in and drowned.”

Jungkook snickers. “As if I’d ever let you drown. I’m a great swimmer.”

“Are you saying I’m not?”

He backpedals immediately, realizing his mistake. “Hey, don’t twist my words. I said nothing of the sort.”

“That’s what I thought.” Giggling, you turn to look out the window, propping your chin in your palm as you watch the scenery flash past. “And I want that photo, by the way. Send it to me?”

“As soon as we get to the store,” Jungkook promises. “Speaking of which, we’re getting close. Keep an eye out for the exit for me?”

“Deal.”

///

Jimin and the others are waiting in the parking lot when you arrive, perched on and around the van as they watch Jungkook expertly maneuver the car into a neighboring parking space. “Took you long enough,” your brother says once the engine is cut, hopping off the hood and landing lightly on both feet.

“We’re here now, aren’t we?” you snark as you join the others hovering near the grocery store entrance. Jimin makes a face at you, and you stick your tongue out in response. After a quick huddle—wherein you form a very haphazard game plan—everyone disperses. Jimin grabs a shopping cart and heads inside with Taehyung and Minho, the latter of whom is trying to clamber his way into the cart to hitch a ride.

Sighing, you grab a shopping cart of your own and scan the interior of the store for the produce section. They’ve rearranged the aisles since you were last here, but you quickly find what you’re looking for and begin picking your way over when Jungkook materializes at your side.

“So, what are you thinking for food?” he asks, nudging you away so he can push the cart in your stead.

You allow him to take over, gesturing toward your destination. “I know my brother,” you tell him dryly. “He’s going to buy meat and completely forget about everything else. And I don’t trust any of you to buy a single fruit or vegetable.”

“I like fruit and vegetables,” Jungkook defends.

“You like everything,” you correct, flashing him a teasing grin before leading him into the produce section.

Grocery shopping with Jungkook turns out to be surprisingly pleasant—comfortable, even. He proves adept at finding the ripest fruits and greenest vegetables, and when you ask him to find some apples, he trots off immediately and returns with a handful of sweet potatoes in addition to your requested fruit.

You raise an eyebrow. “What are you planning to do with those?”

Jungkook feigns offense, slapping a hand to his heart. “That’s cold, Noona. Don’t you think I can cook?”

“I’ve never seen you cook in my life,” you respond. “How am I supposed to know if you can or not?”

“I can,” he promises. “And I’ll prove it too, if you let me.”

You get the feeling he’s not just talking about cooking anymore, but he doesn’t give you a chance to answer. Dropping the apples and potatoes into the cart, he flashes you a crooked little smile before turning toward a display of cabbages, leaving you to wonder at what exactly is going through his head.

///

It’s nearly one in the afternoon when you arrive at your family’s lake house. The last stretch of the drive takes you through the forest along a winding, narrow road, but Jungkook is a capable driver and you know the way well enough to warn him about any upcoming hairpin turns. Piling out of the car, the three of you make quick work of putting the food safely into the refrigerator. By the time you’re finished, Jimin and the others have arrived as well, lugging their belongings inside and setting them inside the entryway.

“So who’s sleeping where?” Taehyung asks, glancing around the house. It’s modestly sized, with a living area on one side and a combined dining room and kitchen on the other. Three bedrooms and a bathroom branch off of the hallway between them, ending in a back door that leads out to the lake. Through the window, you can see the water glimmering in the sunlight, hazy and golden.

“We’ll have to share,” Jimin says. “ If Noona takes one room, that leaves two bedrooms and the pullout couch for the rest of us.”

Jungkook tilts his head. “Rock, paper, scissors?” he suggests, drawing a chorus of groans.

“I always lose!” Jimin complains. “And Taemin cheats!”

“Do not!”

Laughing at the indignant expression on your brother’s face, you decide to leave them to it and head to your bedroom with your luggage in tow. The room is just as you remember it, with a bed tucked against one wall and a dresser on the opposite. There are three doors in total—one that you just entered through, and another that opens into a small closet. The third leads to a bathroom—shared with the bedroom on the other side of the wall that usually belongs to Jimin. Vaguely, you wonder who will be sleeping there tonight, before setting your suitcase on the bed and unzipping it.

“Fuck!”

You jump at the sudden shout, poking your head out into the hallway to see what’s causing all the commotion. Yugyeom is kneeling on the floor with his head down, a crestfallen Taemin standing beside him. Meanwhile, Taehyung and Minho look supremely pleased with themselves, and you see why when they grab their bags and practically skip to the master bedroom across the hall, collapsing onto the king-sized bed.

“Have fun on the couch, losers!” Jimin singsongs, grabbing Jungkook by the wrist and dragging him into their newly won bedroom on your side of the hallway. “Lake in fifteen minutes, so get changed! Last one there’s in charge of dinner!”

The door slams shut behind him, and you roll your eyes before turning back to your opened suitcase and pulling out a book. There’s a perfectly shaded spot beneath one of the trees along the water, and you fully intend to capitalize on the last few hours of daylight before the sun begins to set.

Minho is the only one outside when you exit the house, standing on the dock in a pair of green swim trunks. He waves at you cheerily before cannonballing into the lake, and you squeak as the resulting splash sends water splattering across the front of your shirt.

“Sorry!” he calls when he resurfaces, shaking his hair out like a wet dog.

You wave off his apology with a laugh, settling down onto the soft grass at the base of your chosen tree and opening up your book. The other boys trickle out of the house one by one, but you barely notice. It isn’t until a triumphant shout pierces the air that you finally glance up to see what’s causing all the commotion, your gaze immediately landing on Taehyung standing on the back steps of the house.

“Trust me,” he says, unbothered by his apparent tardiness. “You don’t want me to make dinner.”

Minho pulls a face and straightens up from where he’d been floating on his back. “You know, he kinda has a point there.”

Murmurs of agreement all around. Taehyung gives Jimin a smug smile, who scowls from where he’s sitting at the end of the dock, his bare feet dangling over the edge. “So what now? Do we have to play rock, paper, scissors again?”

“Nah, I’ll do it.”

Every head whips around to face Jungkook, yours included. He’s standing a short ways from where you’re sitting—his approach so quiet that you hadn’t even heard him arrive. The last time you checked, he’d been diving off the dock with Minho and Yugyeom, water pooling in his collarbones and dripping down the ridges of his taut abdomen each time he resurfaced.

Not that you’d been looking, of course.

“Really?” Jimin looks aghast at his best friend’s declaration. “You can cook?”

Jungkook scoffs in disbelief and plops down beside you, leaning back against the tree trunk. “Why does everyone in your family seem surprised by that?” he asks, his lip jutting out in a petulant frown. “Do I seem like someone who can’t cook?”

“Yes,” you tell him honestly, marking your page and letting the book fall shut. “Don’t take it personally, though. Men only learn how to cook in college when they have to start fending for themselves. And sometimes, not even then.”

The noise that leaves Jungkook’s mouth can best be described as disgruntled, but he doesn’t press any further. Instead, he peers over your shoulder to get a look at the cover of your book, mouthing the title to himself before glancing at you. “Haven’t I seen you reading this before?”

“Probably,” you admit. “It’s an old favorite.”

He hums, slouching back against the tree again, and when you look over, you see that both his eyes have fallen shut. With his mouth parted and his dark lashes resting on his cheeks, he looks years younger than he is—and so much more like the Jungkook you used to know.

“Tired?” you whisper.

“Long drive,” Jungkook whispers back, his head already beginning to loll. “Lemme sleep, Noona.”

Smiling to yourself, you return to your book and leave him to rest.

///

“So, what are you even planning to make?” Jimin asks, swinging his legs. He’s seated atop the kitchen counter, taking up the majority of what precious little space there is to begin with, and Jungkook sighs deeply as he’s forced to dodge around him yet again to peer into the refrigerator.

“You’ll see.”

“I don’t think you even know yet,” Taemin pipes up from the doorway. The other boys are in the living room playing Mario Kart, but Taemin and Jimin have selflessly pulled themselves away from the game to help their friend in the kitchen—or so they say. As far as you’re concerned, they’ve been nothing but a nuisance thus far, but you don’t voice that particular thought aloud.

“Ramen doesn’t count as making dinner,” Jimin points out snidely when Jungkook pauses too long next to the box of ramen packs. “Anyone can boil water. And you don’t get to add an egg and call it fancy, like you usually do.”

“My ramen is delicious, excuse you,” Jungkook retorts, pointing a spatula at him. “And that’s not even what I’m making, so fuck off.”

Jimin shrugs, but shuts his mouth nonetheless. You take the opportunity to throw some pork belly at him, the meat wrapped neatly in paper and tied off with twine. “Here,” you tell him. “You could at least make yourself useful and start grilling the meat.”

“Okay, mom,” your brother grumbles under his breath, hopping off the counter. He and Taemin head out to the back porch where the grill sits, and you join Jungkook at the stove where he’s staring thoughtfully at an empty pan.

“Try twisting the dial. I’ve heard that helps.”

Jungkook snaps out of his daze and turns to you. “Huh?”

“The stove. It won’t light itself, you know.”

Chuckling, Jungkook twists the dial as instructed, adding a drizzle of oil to the pan. As it heats up, he turns and selects a knife from the cutlery drawer. The sweet potatoes he’d insisted on purchasing are already washed and peeled, and you watch as he begins to slice them, your gaze automatically flitting down to his exposed forearms, his muscles flexing with every movement.

“Hey, Noona? Can you do me a favor?”

You blink, tearing your gaze from the branching veins lining his arms. “What?”

Jungkook, thankfully, doesn’t seem to notice your distracted state. “Can you put the rice in the microwave?” he asks, and you can’t help but giggle.

“Why?” you tease. “Are you still scared?”

“Of course not,” he retorts, but you don’t miss the wary look that flashes across his face when you plop the rice inside and go to punch in the cook time.

The remainder of the cooking goes smoothly. Jimin and Taemin return with the grilled meat, and Jungkook rebuffs your offer to set the table, leaving his position at the stove to lay plates and utensils down on the table himself. “I’m just about done, anyway,” he tells you, gesturing at the plate of glazed sweet potatoes on the counter. “Sit down and relax, Noona.”

“Fine,” you relent, taking a seat. Jimin takes the chair beside you, and Taemin plops down on his other side. Jungkook sits down just to your left once he’s finished laying out the food, and for a brief, insane moment, you almost think that he’s going to repeat what he’d done at his graduation dinner. But the dark-haired young man remains on his best behavior, keeping his hands to himself under the table, and you aren’t sure whether you’re grateful or disappointed.

The meal flies by in a flurry of laughter and conversation. Jungkook discovers that his glazed sweet potatoes have adhered to the plate, and sends everyone into hysterics when he promptly starts spinning it around like a steering wheel.

It’s a good night. And at the end of it, you go to bed warm and content, with a belly full of food and a smile on your face.

///

You awaken to the sound of chirping songbirds and gentle waves lapping at the shore the next morning, thoroughly rejuvenated after an undisturbed night’s sleep. Stretching your arms overhead, you yawn and bask in the comfort of your bed for a few more moments before getting up and heading to the bathroom, thankful that you don’t have to fight anyone for sink occupancy. The toilet seat is even down, which comes as a welcome surprise, all things considered.

Before long, you are back in your bedroom, rifling through the contents of your suitcase. Belatedly, you realize that you’ve packed only one swimsuit—and a bikini, at that. Cheeks warming, you pull the two pieces out, holding them up against your body. Has it always been this small? You don’t remember. All you know is that Jungkook has two fully functional eyes, and there’s no way that he won’t be looking at every inch of skin you choose to expose.

In the end, you settle on wearing the bikini beneath a flowy, floral kimono-style robe, tied at the waist to form a makeshift dress. The ensemble reaches just past your knees and is sheer enough to still show skin, but you no longer feel as self-conscious going out into the view of your companions and that’s a victory as far as you’re concerned. Checking your reflection one last time, you adjust your sash before opening the bedroom door and heading down the hall for some breakfast.

Unsurprisingly, the kitchen is empty when you walk in, tiptoeing past a still slumbering Taemin and Yugyeom on the pullout couch. You savor the quiet as you start up the old coffeemaker, pulling a mug from the cabinet and rinsing it out to get rid of any lingering dust. The weather app on your phone promises that it’ll be a clear, cloudless day, and a glance out the window confirms it. Silently, you debate whether or not to crack a window.

Your musings are interrupted by the arrival of Taehyung, his brown hair sticking up at all angles. Blearily, he trundles to the fridge and grabs the orange juice, seemingly two seconds away from chugging it straight from the carton before you clear your throat and push a clean glass toward him. You think you hear him mumble a thank you.

As the morning wears on, the others slowly begin to trickle in. Breakfast is a disorganized affair that leaves bread crumbs all over the counter, and nearly causes a fight when everyone seems to want their eggs cooked a different way.

“Look, if you wanted your egg soft-boiled, you should’ve made it yourself!” Jimin grouches to Taehyung, the t-shirt over his head muffling his words. Everyone else is already in the water, splashing about, but you’re seated on the end of the dock with your brother and Taehyung, who looks thoroughly unfazed behind his tinted sunglasses.

“Maybe if I knew how to soft boil an egg, I would have.”

“Google exists,” Jimin says, finally freeing himself from the shirt and tossing it aside.

Taehyung nods sagely. “Exactly. So why didn’t you use it?”

Jimin is beginning to look positively murderous, so when Minho swims over and taps your submerged ankle, you are beyond grateful for the distraction. “Hey. What’s up?”

“Are you gonna swim, or are you gonna sit onshore the whole time?” Minho asks, raking his wet bangs out of his eyes. “The water’s not even cold, so get in here.”

Pointedly, you wiggle your toes. “Feels pretty cold to me.”

“Okay, fine. It’s cold.” Minho grins. “But you get used to it.”

You sigh at his easy admission. “All men do is lie. How am I supposed to believe you?”

He raises a brow. “Do I need to pull you in and dunk you under?”

“I will kick you if you even try,” you tell him, standing up and shrugging off your robe. An audible hush falls as the gauzy material pools around your ankles—Jungkook stops wrestling with Yugyeom and trying to dunk him underwater, and Taemin pauses mid-splash, his hair drenched and dripping.

It’s Minho who breaks the silence first, letting loose a low whistle of appreciation. “Damn, {Name}.”

Jimin grabs a shoe from the pile on the dock and chucks it at him, hard. “Dude, that’s my fucking sister!”

“Ow! What the fuck, man, that’s my shoe!”

“Quit ogling my sister!”

“I’m not!” Minho yells, just as Jimin chucks the other shoe and hits him square in the mouth. “Okay, I’m not anymore. Sorry, okay?”

Once he’s sufficiently sure that Jimin is done attacking him, Minho turns to you. “I’m sorry,” he says sincerely. “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable or anything. You know that, right?”

“I know,” you reassure him. “Honestly, it was kinda good for my self-esteem. And I don’t need you defending my honor, or whatever it is you think you’re doing,” you add, glancing over at your disgruntled brother.

“Men are pigs,” Jimin sniffs. “I won’t apologize.”

You ruffle his hair good-naturedly. “I know, Chim. You’re right.” Then your smile turns mischievous. “I won’t apologize for what I’m about to do, either.”

And then you grab him by the arm and drag him into the lake, the cold water submerging you in an instant and stealing the breath out of your lungs. You’re both gasping by the time you resurface, blinking water out of your eyes, and you squeal when Jimin takes the opportunity to splash you again.

Hours pass—the sun rising higher overhead. Around noon, Taehyung disappears inside the house and returns with an assortment of snacks and sandwich fixings, ushering everyone over for an impromptu lunch on the dock. You dip your feet into the water as you munch on a bag of chips, and Jungkook plops down beside you with a juice box in one hand and a ham sandwich in the other.

“Wanna go for a ride in the canoe after lunch?” he asks, jabbing a thumb back in the direction of the house. “I found it in the garage.”

You laugh. “Really? I thought for sure we got rid of that thing. Are you sure it hasn’t sprung a leak?”

Jungkook’s face crinkles into a grin. “Guess we’ll have to wait and see, huh?”

You grin back and raise your cup, the lemonade inside swishing around. “I’ll hang on to this, just in case I need to start bailing water out.”

Lunchtime winds down gradually. Jungkook polishes off his sandwich and trots off to fetch the canoe, waving off your offers to help before disappearing around the corner of the house. You watch him return a few minutes later from your seat on the end of the dock, resting your weight back on your hands and swirling your pruney toes in the water. He’s stripped off the loose white tee he’d donned during lunch, his golden skin cast in shadow by the canoe perched across his bare shoulders, and your gaze trails from his bulging biceps down to the ridges of his abdomen. The muscles flex with every step he takes, and you hastily take another sip of lemonade in an effort to combat the sudden dryness in your throat.

With a grunt, Jungkook comes to a stop at your elbow, heaving the boat into the water. The impact sends ripples across the lake and the butterflies in your belly into a frenzy, and you nearly fall off the dock when Jungkook touches your shoulder gently.

“Ready to go, Noona?”

You nod, not quite trusting yourself to speak. Jungkook holds the boat steady with one hand while offering you the other, and you gratefully grasp it as you step off the dock. The canoe rocks dangerously when Jungkook clambers in after you, but quickly steadies when he picks up an oar and jabs at the dock to push off into the lake. The glimmering expanse of blue water stretches before you, and you relax as you let your fingers dangle off the side of the boat, watching ripples form beneath your fingertips.

“I can help row,” you say after a few moments, casting a glance over at Jungkook. He’s settled into a rhythm now, the veins and tendons in his arm flexing with each movement, and you’re suddenly very aware of how close he’s sitting.

“You—” Jungkook says, fixing you with a playful stare, “—just enjoy the ride, yeah?”

Shaking your head, you smile and turn back around to admire the view. Sunlight reflects off the rippling water, lending a golden iridescence to the glittering blue depths. In the distance, the opposite shoreline rises up, crowned with rocky outcrops and majestic dark green pines.

With a start, you realize how far away you’ve gotten from the other boys. The shouts and laughter from the house are quickly fading into the background, and you nervously turn to look at Jungkook as he rows you even further.

“God, my dad would freak if he saw us right now,” you remark, trying to diffuse the sudden tension that’s settled. “I mean, we don’t even have life jackets. He’d lose his mind.”

Jungkook hums. He stops rowing, his hands stilling on the oars, and you’re just about to ask him what’s wrong when a warm hand glides up your thigh.

“You think you could maybe stop talking about your dad, princess?” Then he smirks. “Unless you’re into the whole daddy kink thing, because I’d be down to explore that at some point if you want—“

“Jungkook!” you hiss, scandalized.

“Yes?” the young man in question hums, his face the picture of innocence. It’s hard to muster up your vocabulary when he’s looking up at you with those wide doe eyes, but you somehow manage to prevail over your malfunctioning brain.

“We’re in public!” you whisper, glancing back at the shore where your brother and his friends have started an impromptu game of water polo.

Jungkook smirks crookedly at you. “Guess you better not scream too loud, then.”

And then, before you can open your mouth to protest—before you can even try to call his bluff—he’s slipped his hand into your bikini bottoms and found his way to your clit. Your entire body spasms when he presses into it experimentally, and the resulting snicker that escapes him is nothing short of infuriating.

“Careful,” he coos, laying his free hand on your thigh, his thumb rubbing nonsensical circles into the soft skin. “Don’t wanna rock the boat, now.”

Then he returns his attention to your clit, pinching the nub just to watch you jolt in his grasp and soothing you with a gentle kiss to the knee afterward. Your skin warms beneath the plush of his lips, and the pleased smile that curves them is all the warning you get before he sheathes a single finger in your clenching core. “Jungkook—” you gasp, shoving uselessly at his bare shoulders, but you can’t keep the edge of desire out of your voice. You can’t hide the growing wetness between your legs either—wetness that he most certainly feels as he slips another finger inside, pumping into you with ease.

“God, look at you,” he murmurs, his eyes trained on the way you clench around him. “So pretty like this. So pretty, getting fucked by my fingers. I could do this all day.”

“We—we don’t have all day,” you whisper. The last syllable dissolves into a moan as Jungkook eases a third finger into your cunt, and you scrabble to ground yourself when he picks up his leisurely pace. One hand settles on the edge of the boat, your fingernails digging into the wood, while the other finds Jungkook’s bicep. His arm flexes beneath your grip with each snap of his wrist, and you keen when he crooks his fingers just right and sends stars skittering across your vision.

He knows that you’re getting close. You can tell from the growing furrow between his brows and the hard set of his jaw, and you can tell that he won’t stop until he gets you off. Concentration etches across his face, and you gasp when his thumb finds your clit again.

“Oh, fuck, Jungkook—”

“That’s it,” he rasps, digging deeper and thumbing roughly across your bundle of nerves. “Cum for me.”

And you do. With one final flick of his wrist, Jungkook sends you hurtling over the edge that he’s so effortlessly built, a cresting wave of pleasure overtaking your body and spreading through your veins. Your leg kicks out instinctively, rocking the canoe dangerously in the water, but Jungkook catches you by the ankle with his free hand and presses a kiss to the inside of your thigh. He shifts his weight until you’re steadied once more, and only then does he ease his fingers out of you, raising them to his mouth to lick them clean.

“Think we can sneak away so I can fuck you properly?” he asks.

Your cheeks heat up at the lewd display, warming even more when his words register in your muddled brain. “Oh my god, Jungkook.”

“That’s exactly what you’ll be saying when I really get my hands on you,” Jungkook agrees. Flashing you a mischievous grin, he drops his hand over the edge of the boat, letting the turquoise water wash away any lingering fluids. “What do you think? The backseat of my car isn’t half bad…”

“I will literally push you into this lake,” you tell him, trying and failing to hide a disbelieving laugh. “Why are you such a perv?”

“You like it,” Jungkook defends immediately. “‘Sides,” he adds, casting a wary glance at the shore where Jimin and the others are still fully engrossed in their game, “I wanna kiss you while I fuck you. It’s not as good like this.”

At that, something dangerously close to affection blooms in your belly, winding its curious tendrils around your heart. Swallowing the feeling down, you pick up one of the oars instead, handing it over to him before hefting the other. “Come on,” you murmur. “They’re gonna get suspicious if we’re gone too long.”

Jungkook hums. “Yeah. Probably.”

And then he raises the oar you just handed him, lifting it until the paddle covers both of your faces, and boldly plants a firm kiss on your mouth.

“I’ll row us back,” he declares casually when he pulls away, as if he hasn’t just stolen all the oxygen from your lungs. As if your lips aren’t burning where he’s kissed you, your cheeks hot beneath his gentle exhalations. As if you aren’t positively thrumming with the desire to pull him back in, and maybe take him up on his offer to fuck you in the backseat of his beat-up sedan.

“Yeah,” you say instead, your voice hoarse. “Let’s go.”

///

What few remaining hours of daylight you have, you decide to spend inside. Jungkook gets roped into the water polo match as soon as the two of you return to shore, and you take the opportunity to slip into the house and clean yourself up. Safely locked away in the bathroom, you strip off your damp bikini bottoms and toss them in the sink. The top follows, and you give both a quick wash, doing your best to ignore the remaining slick from your orgasm that stubbornly coats the material.

Once everything is washed and hanging up to dry, you step into the shower. Warm water soaks your hair and slides down your back, and you tilt your head back to let the spray wash your worries away, relishing in the rare moment of peace and quiet.

By the time you’ve toweled off and gotten dressed, you can hear the boys beginning to traipse back into the house. From what you can make out, they’re making dinner plans, and you poke your head out curiously when Jimin mentions you by name.

“What are you saying about me?” you ask, narrowing your eyes accusingly at your brother.

Jimin whirls around, his cherubic face a perfect picture of innocence. “Nothing! I was just talking about your fried rice and how good it is…”

“You’re trying to get me to make you dinner,” you sigh. “I knew it.”

“No, we’ll help!” your brother promises. “I swear, as soon as I get out of the shower, I’ll chop all the vegetables.”

“Sure you will,” you snort, brushing past him and heading for the kitchen.

Much to your surprise, the kitchen is already occupied when you arrive. Jungkook and Yugyeom are at the counter—the former poised with a knife at the ready, about to slice into an onion. The latter is digging through the cabinets, and both turn at the sound of your footsteps.

“Hey,” Yugyeom says. “You probably know where the bottle opener is, right?”

You nod. “Left of the sink, second drawer down.” Then you turn your attention to Jungkook, peering curiously over his shoulder. “What’s the onion for?”

“Dinner,” he replies, flashing you a crooked little smile. “We’re making fried rice, aren’t we?”

Your heart skips a beat in your chest and races to catch up, thumping erratically against your ribcage. It’s hard to ignore the warmth blossoming in your belly—near impossible to ignore the butterflies that have made a home there—but you somehow manage to school your expression into something passably neutral and busy yourself with the other vegetables on the counter. “I see Jimin got to you, too. Is the other cutting board clean?”

Jungkook nods, jabbing a thumb in the direction of the dish rack. “Washed it last night, yeah. It’s all yours, Noona.”

You hum and skirt around Yugyeom to grab the clean board and another knife. Chopping vegetables goes a lot faster with two people, and Yugyeom does his part by cracking open two bottles of beer and plunking one down next to each of you before opening a third for himself. “Hydrate,” he orders, and you roll your eyes before picking it up and taking a sip.

It doesn’t take long to finish making dinner. As promised, Jimin joins you as soon as he’s out of the shower, plucking the knife out of your hand and nudging you aside so he can finish cutting the vegetables. You fire up the stove and drizzle some oil into a pan, and smile when Taehyung brings you the container of leftover rice and a large serving bowl.

“You know what we should do?” Minho asks as you’re all sitting down to eat. Yugyeom’s opened more beers, and Jimin’s brought out the wine as well. Jungkook is spooning out fried rice for everyone, and you accept the bowl he hands you with a murmur of thanks before looking at Minho expectantly.

“What should we do?”

“Go to the beach,” he replies, tilting the remainder of his beer back into his mouth. “It’s only an hour away, isn’t it?”

“Closer to half an hour without traffic,” Jimin corrects. “But, yeah, we should go. That would be fun.”

By the time dinner is finished, you’ve finalized plans to drive down to the beach in the morning. “Remember, we’re leaving at ten,” you tell Jimin, elbowing him in the ribs. “That means you have to wake up before ten.”

“I know!” your brother whines, rubbing the spot where you elbowed him with a grimace. “Jeez, Noona. I’m good at waking up. It’s Jungkook and Tae you have to worry about.”

“Says the punk who takes hour-long showers,” you snark. “What are you gonna do when you have to pay your own water bills, huh?”

“Shower at your place,” he replies smugly. “You can’t turn me away. I’m your brother.”

“Please, that’s exactly why I can turn you away, you little mooch.”

“You love me!”

“Really? You wanna test that theory?”

The remainder of the evening passes in a blur of booze and board games, unearthed from the closet in the hall. Despite your collective agreement to go to bed early, it’s past midnight when you finally bid everyone goodnight and crawl underneath your covers. Shutting your eyes, you will your brain to settle and your limbs to relax, and you’re on the verge of drifting off when your phone suddenly buzzes. Lazily, you roll over and snatch the device off the nightstand, taking in the late hour before your eyes flit down to the new notification and go wide.

[1:02am] Jungkook: IMG_497

You freeze, thumb hovering just above the message. Even when your screen goes dark again, you can’t erase the sight of his name lighting up your phone, the attachment sitting there like a taunt. You shouldn’t open it. You can’t open it.

But curiosity gnaws at your belly, fraying the edges of your resolve. Slowly, you wake the screen, watching as Jungkook’s name fills it once more. You hesitate, bottom lip finding its way between your teeth.

And then your phone buzzes again, several times in quick succession.

[1:04am] Jungkook: i miss you, noona

[1:04am] Jungkook: miss your pretty face

[1:04am] Jungkook: miss how tight your pussy felt around my fingers

You drop the device as if scorched. It takes several moments to gather your wits again, but when you do, pick up your phone, clicking on his name and scrolling up to the attachment. In the darkness of your bedroom, you watch with bated breath as it downloads.

“Fuck.”

The expletive slips past your lips, unbidden, but you can’t help it. Jungkook stares out at you from the photograph illuminating your screen, his eyes hooded and his lips curled into a devious smirk. He’s in the shared bathroom between your bedrooms, and even though it’s dark inside, the flash of his camera is just enough to illuminate the distinctive palm tree patterned shower curtain behind him.

But, you aren’t focused on that.

No, your focus is zeroed in on the foreground of the photo, where you can perfectly make out the head of Jungkook’s cock, sticky and leaking copiously from between his fingers.

“Fuck,” you repeat, louder this time.

And as if reading your mind, another text flashes onto your screen.

[1:07am] Jungkook: wish your pretty little pussy was stretched around my cock right now, princess

You aren’t sure what possesses you to send the response you do, but your thumbs are moving before the more rational side of your brain can catch up and stop you.

[1:07am] You: why don’t you come over and make it happen then?

You’ve only just hit send when the bathroom door swings open, revealing Jungkook standing there in nothing but sweatpants. His face is illuminated in the stark white light shining from his screen, his eyes dark and his smirk even darker. Every movement drips with intent, from the way his lips quirk upward to the way he saunters over to join you on your bed, dropping his phone somewhere amongst the rumpled sheets. The room goes dark.

And then…

“Hey, princess.”

His lips are at your ear, hot breath caressing your cheeks and sending shivers down the length of your spine. The mattress dips beneath his weight as he joins you, a hand finding your bare thigh before sliding up to grasp your hip. Only an oversized t-shirt and a thin pair of cotton panties shield you from his roving fingers, and you can tell from the pleased curve of his mouth that he isn’t going to let either stand in his way. One hand slips beneath the hem of your shirt, dancing along your ribcage, and you let out a breathy gasp when he trails up and skims along the soft skin just below the swell of your breasts.

“Been thinking about you all night, you know,” Jungkook whispers, pushing up your shirt and peppering kisses along every inch of newly revealed flesh. “Been thinking about how pretty you looked, cumming around my fingers, and how much prettier you’d look cumming around my cock.”

Your shirt is long forgotten by this point, tugged overhead and thrown carelessly over his shoulder. Jungkook hauls you closer, slotting himself between your spread legs, and you shiver when he presses the pad of his thumb against your clothed clit, the material uncomfortably damp as it clings to your folds.

“Jungkook—” His name escapes you in an airy whisper. “Please.”

Even in the darkness, you can see the satisfied, self-assured tilt of his lips. “Such a good girl for me,” he croons, leaning down to press a kiss to your waiting mouth. His free hand comes up to cup your cheek while the other remains between your legs, and you gasp sharply when he digs his thumb a little harder against your clit, circling the sensitive bud.

Jungkook seizes upon the opportunity to slip his tongue past your lips, licking into your mouth with unrestrained ardor. Your panties are peeled away, the cottony material disappearing right alongside the pressure of his thumb, and the inadvertent whine that escapes you has him chuckling darkly in his throat.

“What is it, princess?” Jungkook rasps, his voice dipping several pitches. “You have to tell me what you want, remember?”

You clutch at his wrist weakly, tugging it back between your legs until he finally indulges you and resumes his lazy revolutions around your clit. “Want you,” you whisper. “Want you inside me.”

Jungkook lets out a pleased hum, rewarding you with a single finger that he slips into your sopping entrance, your juices aiding the smooth glide as he curls it up in search of the spot that’ll have you seeing stars. “See? That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

“No, it wasn’t,” you agree shakily. “But it looks like you are, so why don’t you let me help you out?”

Jungkook chuckles softly, his lips ghosting across the swell of your cheek. “Oh, yeah? And how exactly do you plan on helping me?”

Slowly, you reach down, letting your fingers graze the sizable bulge in his sweatpants. “You said it yourself, didn’t you? Me, stretched around your cock?”

A low groan escapes him when you give him a firm stroke, your fingers barely meeting around his length. “On your back,” he commands hoarsely, nudging you backward until you’re nestled into your pillows. Freeing his erection from the confines of his sweatpants, he settles comfortably between your spread legs, the mattress groaning in protest at the shift in weight.

“Wait,” you whisper, grabbing his wrist. “Did you hear that?”

His face scrunches in confusion. “Hear what?” he asks, as if he’s never heard that particular string of words before. “Are you sure it wasn’t just—”

He stops mid-sentence, and you both hear it again—the unmistakable creaking of bedsprings from next door. “Shit!” you hiss, scrambling back on the mattress until you’re nearly pressed against the headboard. “Oh, god. That’s Jimin. He’s going to kill you if he finds you in here—”

On the other side of the wall, the door to the shared bathroom opens, the light flickering on and illuminating the crack beneath your door. You hear your brother cursing sleepily under his breath as the toilet lid clatters open, and nearly shove Jungkook off the bed in your haste to get him out of your room.

“You have to go,” you whisper frantically, herding him toward the door that leads out into the hall.

Jungkook hurriedly pulls his pants back over his hips, and you can practically see him willing his erection to go away. “What am I supposed to say if he asks?”

“I don’t know! Pretend you were going for a glass of water or something!”

With a final push, you shove him out of your bedroom, leaning against the door with a relieved sigh when it clicks shut behind him. You hear Jungkook shuffle off just as Jimin flushes, and cast a prayer up to any deities that may exist as you listen to him wash his hands. And it seems your prayers are answered, as quiet descends over the house once more. Off in the distance, you think you hear Minho snoring.

Letting out another sigh, you return to bed, crawling beneath the covers and getting comfortable. And when sleep finally takes you, you dream of Jeon Jungkook.

[anpacax0]

𝓶𝓮 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓶𝔂 𝓱𝓾𝓼𝓫𝓪𝓷𝓭

▪︎july 3, 2017 ▪︎

“eira, whatever happens, know who the real enemies are...” the 26 year old forensic psychologist whispered to her half-asleep 7 year-old daughter. slowly stroking her ash brown hair, she looked at the other side of the room.

in her sight was the sleeping twin brother of eira, shinchiro.

and a bag of cash underneath his bed.

the corners of her plump lips rose a bit, remembering the shock she and her partner felt when they were receiving twins for the first time.

“eh?! a-are your serious?!”

“i know, jiro... but this is legit!’

slowly walking towards him, she kneeled down by his bed, brushing away his hair, she kissed his forehead,

“shinchiro... take care of your siblings, alright? mummy doesn’t want you guys to fight and get separated.”

she rose up from the ground, grunting a bit as she rubbed her aching hip. her hand slowly rose to rub the underside of her belly, a bump was visible, indicating that she’s carrying a child once again.

at 5.5 months in, the sano family will be expecting another addition.

‘damn it, jiro... stop making me pregnant for god’s sake...’

she sighed as she exited the twin’s room. closing it gently, she turned to face the living room when she nearly shrieked at the sight of her youngest son, 4 year old manjiro the 2nd.

“m-manji! w-why are you up?! it’s...’ glancing at the clock on the wall, it read  11:50pm.

“it’s nearly 12! you have school tomorrow too.” she placed her hands on her hip as she bowed down to reach his height. during this small moment, she took the time to take in his features.

soft, fluffy blonde hair, eyes as dark as the night, he was the clear epitome of his father.

“sorry mum... i just-”

“why are you two still awake?”

both flinched as they turned their head to see the tall blonde man. the man placed a hand on his neck, massaging it from the aches he felt from dealing with his gang as he removed his boots, placing them on his shoe rack.

“d-dad!” his son smiled as he ran straight to his dad. wrapping his arms around his waist, he buried his face into mikey’s coat. wrapping an arm around the child’s shoulder, he knelt down a bit to reach his height and squeezed his left shoulder.

“how was work dad?! did you get new sales and stuff?!” jumping up and down, he grabbed his dad’s hand and pulled him towards their living room.

‘how long is this life going to continue... mikey.’

passing by his wife, he gave her a soft smile as he cupped her cheek to lead down to her height for a kiss on the lips. she gave a small smile when he broke the kiss before mentioning she needed to grab something in their shared room. 

“ew! stop that!” cringing at the sight of the act of affection from his parents, manjiro immediately stepped back and cowered from the sight.

‘manjiro... you’re so innocent... please keep that.’ she smiled before going into their room.

she looked at the room and sighed at the sight in front of her.

a luxurious gray king with matching pillows and a thick duvet laid on top of it.

she remembered the time when her first borns slept between her and mikey, their reckless moving led to the parents falling of their bed more than once. chuckling a bit at that memory, it wasn’t until she looked at the right hand side of the bed. her smile soon twisted into the frown.

she remembered how cold it felt.

she remembered the times where she would sleep alone, waiting for her husband to come back from work.

to come back from the darkness he willingly embraced.

to come back to her, his wife, his best friend,

his ame-chin.

she felt goosebumps around her as she wrapped herself more in her cardigan. tears were tempted to roll down her face as she sniffled.

she missed the old life.

she missed the old mikey.

she missed the old her.

“hey, what’s wrong? i’m here, sweetheart.”  hearing his familiar calm voice, the tears finally cascaded down her face as she held in the temptation to have a full on breakdown.

walking up to his wife, his eyes narrowed at her figure. her body has gained more weight due to the life she is now carrying for them. her skin tone has gone paler and she looked smaller, more timid.

he still felt all the love he had for her.

wrapping an arm around her collarbone, he bowed his head down to plant kisses on her neck.

“shh, it's okay, i’m here.” he whispered as he continued to kiss her neck. gently putting a hand on her belly, he rubbed it slowly, a grin forming on his face when he felt a soft kick.

“m-mi-”she choked on her sobs as her knees buckled in.

the stress was getting to her.

the anxiety was getting to her.

the fear was getting to her.

holding her body up, he gently eased her down onto the carpet floor. kneeling behind her, he took a loose strand and tucked it behind her ear.

“stress isn’t good for the baby, you know.”

“then disband your gang.” she whispered in a pissed tone. turning her head towards him, anger was present on her face as she stared at mikey’s blank expression.

“...”

“mikey, you can’t keep doing this to me, to us... to our own children. the constant lies about who you really are... what your job is... why you arrive at the time when everyone’s asleep... i can handle it all for you.” she whispered as she turned to face him. holding onto his coat tight and burying her face into his chest. the tears were continuous as mikey wrapped an arm around her waist and looked to the side, reaching for something.

“but if it’s for my- our children...” she looked up at his dark eyes.

“i can’t handle it... i can’t imagine my world without you, you know,” she wiped the tears from her face.

“but a world where our children are constantly let down... i wouldn’t even want it to exis- agh!” she gasped when she felt a sharp prick on the side of her neck. she looked up once more to see the familiar cold gaze. she gulped as she felt her mouth go dry.

slowly turning her gaze, she saw a syringe needle with a clear liquid inside.

she felt her blood gone cold.

“... my hunch was right... you were planning on leaving.” he stated as he pressed the syringe’s plunger down, the liquid dispelling in her body.

realizing her arms were in a position to push him away to gain some distance, he removed the syringe and quickly wrapped both arms around her body, trapping her between his arms and sturdy figure.

“w-wha-” she was panicking. she could feel her sweat rolling down her body as fear began to claw inside her.

“diazepam. in a minute or two, you’ll start feeling the effects.” he mentioned as he placed a hand under her chin and lifted it up.

[deobidrabbles]

[Mobile Masterlist]

Hi friends! I have a desktop version of a masterlist but I figured a mobile version would be nice to have as well considering most of y’all are on mobile. Requests are open and feedback is always welcome. /request here/

Sangyeon

[10:40am] ∣ smut

↳ ceo!sangyeon punishes you for your inappropriate work attire

[7:13pm] ∣ fluff

↳ your date gets ruined by the rain

[9:10pm] ∣ smut

↳ his touch warms you up

[9:12pm] ∣ smut

↳ what happens when his friends call him ‘vanilla’

[10:21pm] ∣ smut

↳ punishing his brat

Jacob

[11:51am] ∣ fluff

↳ he chooses to stay home with you to deal with your cramps instead of hanging out with his friends

[4:00pm] ∣ fluff

↳ he wants to take a study break

[7:28pm] ∣ smut

↳ you get rewarded for waiting all day for him in the studio

[7:47pm] ∣ fluff

↳ you and jacob on a walk home on a chilly evening

[8:00pm] ∣ suggestive

↳ when he sees you in one of his shirts

Younghoon

[8:21am] ∣ smut

↳ a rainy morning traps you and younghoon in a tent

[9:08am] ∣ smut

↳ he wakes you up for some kisses here...and down there

[11:11am] ∣ fluff

↳ you get cranky when you miss younghoon

[8:59pm] ∣ smut

↳ he inspects his princess before having his way with her

[9:00pm] ∣ smut

↳ pt. 2 of the fic listed above

Hyunjae

[7:10am] ∣ fluff

↳ hyunjae doesn’t let you leave the bed without a kiss

[7:24am] ∣ smut

↳ he makes your wet dream come true

[12:24pm] ∣ smut

↳ he’ll stop tickling you under one condition

[1:15pm] ∣ fluff

↳ afternoon date with hyunjae at the fair

[8:19pm] ∣ smut

↳ what happens when hyunjae catches you blankly staring at him

[9:07pm] ∣ suggestive

↳ touching yourself while thinking of hyunjae

[10:18pm] ∣ smut

↳ hyunjae gets a special performance

[11:09pm] ∣ smut

↳ you and hyunjae have some fun at your parents’ house

Juyeon

[10:12am] ∣ fluff

↳ juyeon sneaks away from morning cuddles to play videos games

[9:09pm] ∣ smut

↳ he slides your panties aside and slides his fingers inside...

[10:04pm] ∣ smut

↳ his favorite way to relax after a long day

[10:58pm] ∣ fluff

↳ aftercare

[11:01pm] ∣ smut

↳ watching his orgasm makes you want to have one of your own

[11:55pm] ∣ fluff

↳ juyeon catches you sneaking a late night snack

Kevin

[12:00am] ∣ fluff

↳ you and kevin share secrets at midnight

[1:08am] ∣ smut

↳ you give kevin a show via facetime

[12:30pm] ∣ suggestive

↳ a kiss or two on your lunch break turns into something a little more

[2:08pm] ∣ smut

↳ you and kevin reunite after his month long tour

[8:20pm] ∣ suggestive

↳ he prepares a romantic night

[9:23pm] ∣ smut

↳ you get him to surrender to his dominant tendencies

Chanhee/New

[8:30am] ∣ fluff

↳ you’re woken up with a morning song

[4:26pm] ∣ smut

↳ a lazy afternoon on the couch calls for lazy afternoon sex

[4:47pm] ∣ suggestive

↳ he spends the afternoon studying and it leaves you feeling lonely

[9:02pm] ∣ suggestive

↳ he admires you in the mirror

[10:22pm] ∣ smut

↳ the night where you chanhee go from friends to lovers

[11:18pm] ∣ suggestive

↳ late night kisses

Changmin/Q

[8:02am] ∣ smut

↳ changmin’s naughty way of waking you up

[10:10am] ∣ fluff

↳ you wake up to changmin making breakfast

[11:48am] ∣ smut

↳ he finds a new purpose for your black lace panties

[7:52pm] ∣ smut

↳ you and changmin sneak away for a quickie before a performance

[8:11pm] ∣ smut

↳ he doesn’t want to touch you, he wants to taste you

[8:46pm] ∣ smut

↳ changmin proves to you that he is better than the other guy

[9:08pm] ∣ smut

↳ you seek comfort after a break up

[10:30pm] ∣ smut

↳ changmin is needy for you

[10:40pm] ∣ fluff

↳ you get jealous of the way he’s cuddling his dog during movie night

[11:11pm] ∣ smut

↳ he wants to watch a movie, you want to do something else

[11:55pm] ∣ fluff

↳ late nights cuddles

Hakyneon

[1:13pm] ∣ suggestive

↳ you send him a picture to show him how much you miss him

[2:20pm] ∣ fluff

↳ you challenge haknyeon to do your makeup

[2:23pm] ∣ fluff

↳ a rainy day calls for building a pillow fort inside

[6:12pm] ∣ smut

↳ hakyneon gets caught red-handed

[11:52pm] ∣ suggestive

↳ you try to surprise haknyeon but it doesn’t go as planned

Sunwoo

[12:11am]  ∣ smut

↳ you attempt to tame the bratty boy

[12:34am] ∣ smut

↳ he calls to tell you what’s on his mind

[3:12am] ∣ smut

↳ you catch sunwoo taking a late night shower

[3:15am] ∣ smut

↳ pt.2 of sunwoo’s late night shower

[4:13am] ∣ smut

↳ sunwoo’s thighs help relieve you of the ache between your legs

[3:36pm] ∣ smut

↳ you and sunwoo engage in a rated scene while juyeon is in the room

[5:12pm] ∣ smut

↳ you and sunwoo sneak away for a quickie before a family dinner

[5:44pm] ∣ suggestive

↳ he wants you, you want dinner...and then y’all come to a compromise

[5:50pm] ∣ fluff

↳ when you try to go out in something revealing

[7:38pm] ∣ fluff

↳ sunwoo pouts after you ask him to wash the dishes

Eric

[12:41am] ∣ suggestive

↳ you call eric and ask him for help with a matter that cannot wait

[1:32pm] ∣ suggestive

↳ a broken ac leaves eric very sweaty...and shirtless

[2:28pm] ∣ suggestive

↳ eric is needy after you’ve spend the afternoon cleaning

[3:40pm] ∣ fluff

↳ eric finally confesses his feelings for you

[5:25pm] ∣ smut

↳ eric helps you relax after an argument with your brother

[6:17pm] ∣ smut

↳ eric is needy and you’re forced to hurry before you get caught

[8:14pm] ∣ smut

↳ it’s movie night but eric is interested in doing something else

[11:40pm] ∣ smut

↳ he needs a little reassurance when he makes love to you

[hockeyboysiguess]

Countdown

a/n: what’s up everyone? i’m new in town because i found one stupid hockey boy which led me to another and you know how it goes. let me know if you want me to continue writing!

warnings: some swearing, a little bit of drinking.

Your feet were killing you, and you’d definitely had a couple more than you set out to have when the night started, but it was New Year’s Eve, you told yourself. It was the kind of night you could have a little too much. You rocked a little forward on your heels, trying to relieve some of the pressure on the arches of your feet, but it threw you off balance. Luckily, Mat was there with a steady arm to keep you to your feet. You could’ve done without the chirping that immediately followed the incident.

“You know, you could just take the shoes off if they’re bothering you that much,” he said, with a laugh edging at each word as he spoke.

“I’ve definitely explained this to you before,” you sighed. “You look at the shoe, you look at your feet, you tell yourself that your shoes and your feet are married tonight and nothing in the world will separate you. You can’t get divorced after two hours, would look bad for my next husband.”

“You are more committed to those shoes than you were with your last boyfriend,” Mat retorts, never the one to stop the banter first.

“He couldn’t support me like these babies can.” You point your toes and jut one foot out for emphasis, “He didn’t make my legs look this killer either.”

Mat rolled his eyes at you and laughed, a constant combination in your friendship that had become one of the most crucial in your life this past year. You’d met him towards the beginning of the year, and you got along instantly due to your identical senses of humor. Your friendship solidified with his willingness to try practically every restaurant in New York City with you and the fact that you always let him be the DJ whenever you were together. You tried to go through the timeline of your friendship, trying to find the moment something shifted and he stopped being your friend Mat and started being the reason you said no to dates with other guys when they approached you and why you refused to let any of you other friends set you up with anyone. You glanced over at the clock to distract yourself from your thoughts, 11:50pm. Ten minutes to midnight.

“Hey, I was just thinking about the day we met,” Mat told you, a smile on his face carrying over to yours as you remembered the first time you met him.

Ten.

- Months ago, you were at a party pretty similar to this where everyone was a little less dressed up and the alcohol was a lot worse. You were standing with two of your friends, debating on if you wanted to stay longer or head out to the bars when a ping pong ball landed in your cup.

“Hey! My buddy needs a partner for pong. Can you play? Doesn’t matter if you’re shit; he’s probably worse.”

You shrugged, said, “Why not?” and stepped up to the table next to him. You set your cup down on the table and turned to your new partner for the evening, “If I have to carry this team, now’s the time to let me know that you’re dead weight.”

His face was a little taken aback for a second, but then a wide smile formed across his face. He nodded softly.

“I like you,” he said. “You’re right, I am totally about to be dead weight. My name’s Mat by the way.”

You introduced yourself to him and proceeded to win the next two rounds of beer pong with Mat making three cups the entire time. You made fun of his accent. He pretended to be upset that you got away with breaking the elbows rule because you had boobs and they distracted Tito, but the distraction was to his advantage so he said he’d let the rule breaking slide as long as you promised to be his pong partner for the night. You agreed to take him on as charity case for the night if he tried a Thai-Greek fusion brunch with you tomorrow morning that none of your other friends we’re willing to go it. He took the deal and your friendship began.

Nine.

“– seasons of How I Met Your Mother? Jesus, is this even going to be worth it?” Mat complained

“Get the popcorn, sit down, and shut up,” you told him. “I cannot believe you haven’t seen this before. It’s a classic.

“Friends is a classic,” he sighs as he sits down on the couch, dropping the popcorn bowl between you. “This is a cheap imitation. Besides, I thought you would hate this. Isn’t Barney like very anti your whole super feminist thing or something and doesn’t Ted just suck?”

“If you don’t realize you have to take everything in this world with a grain of salt yet, then you are beyond help, Barzy.”

You binged it in under three weeks. While you’d lived the last episode premiering live with your family, you didn’t think you’d ever seen anyone as pissed off at the ending of the show than Mat was. Your sides hurt from laughing so much at his insane ranting about how they could have possibly done that to him, with all of the time he invested in this show. He took it personally and swore he’d never watch another episode again. You still couldn’t bring it up without making him start a whole diatribe. It was your party trick together even though Mat wasn’t quite in on the joke.

Eight.

- Days in Spain in June. Mat insisted on you joining him on his post season tour of Europe. By tour he meant never leaving Spain but going on a lot of wine tours and pretending he knew a lot about wine even though he couldn’t tell the difference between a three-hundred-dollar bottle of age merlot and a bottle of Barefoot if his life depended on it.

“Oh, isn’t this a fabulous red vintage?” Mat said to you, doing an impossibly bad British accent in an attempt to sound fancy. “I can taste floral,” he sipped the wine again, smacking his tongue against his lips loudly, “and citrus notes in this one. You’ll quite like it, madam.”

“You’re gonna get us kicked out,” you sang softly to him as you noticed the daggers he was getting from your tour guide.

Mat slung his arm around your shoulders, pulling you in tight to him. You could feel his muscles tense under his thin t-shirt, and your breath caught in your throat. Some part of you had known he was attractive this whole time; you’d just never been forced to pay attention until this exact moment when you were pressed up against him. You pushed the thoughts to a far corner of your mind. This was your friend Mat and you didn’t need anything more than that from him. You didn’t want it, you told yourself.

Seven.

- Seconds left on the clock. You were pretty sure you hadn’t breathed for the last 5 minutes of the game and you were gripping your seat so hard that your knuckles were starting to go numb. The Islanders were down by one going into the last two minutes against Tampa Bay. Tito had scored to create a 3-3 game with just over a minute on the clock to play. You didn’t want this to go into overtime and neither did the guys. They wanted to complete the comeback win here and now.

You watched as Mat shifted the puck side to side on the ice. You saw him glance up at the clock for a brief second, then he looked back towards the net and he saw his shot. He took it without any hesitation. You were on your feet before the puck hit the back of the net. Mat was immediately engulfed by his teammates, swallowed up in a sea of blue and orange jerseys. His games practically gave you a heart attack, but you’d never turn him down if he asked you to come and he asked you to come a lot.

“Hey there, superstar,” you said, the smile in your voice obvious as you met Mat in the tunnel after he’d finished up his interviews and changed.

“Hey there,” he laughed, giving your shoulder a little shove

You looked around as you walked out with him. He was walking you through that final shot, second by second, but you couldn’t focus on his story. You saw the girlfriends, fiancées, and wives of the other players greeting their respective partners and for a split second you let yourself imagine that with Mat. You hadn’t really thought about it before, but as soon as let that wall down and the flood gates opened, and your feelings for Mat hit you square in the stomach. You wanted to be like them, have what they have, and for a split second, you let yourself want that with him. You wanted him to look at you like the other guys looked at their girlfriends and wives.

“Um, hello?” Mat’s large hang waving in front of your face pulled you out of your moment.

“Oh, sorry. Can you start over? I got a little sidetracked.”

“You okay?” he asked, concern coating the words and his brows furrowing.

“Super-duper, superstar. Try me again.”  

Six.

“-Entrées is way too many. Look, I know you’re practically a championship level competitive eater for fun, but this feels like an exercise of your skills we don’t need to practice.”

“Two things. One, calling pancakes an entrée is a little much. It’s just pancakes,” you retorted, “and two, they serve six different kinds of pancakes here, so I’m getting six kinds of pancakes. Join me or get the hell out.”

Mat’s nose scrunched up as he laughed at your response. God, you loved his laugh. You loved it most when you were responsible for it, not the girl he met at the bar last night who was definitely responsible for the marks peeking out from under his shirt. Seeing those when he sat down made you felt like all the air had left the room. You shrugged off your thoughts as best as you could. Mat wasn’t yours to be possessive of, but that didn’t make the pit in your stomach settle either. You took a sip of your orange juice as Mat’s laughter slowed.

“God, how do I still think you’re cool even though that was super lame?” he asked you, stealing your water since his hungover self practically chugged his when he arrived

“Barzy, some things in the world are magical and they’re better left unexplored and unexplained.”

“Like all women,” he said proudly, like he’d discovered something profound.

You rolled your eyes at him. Even when he was an idiot, you still wished he was your idiot and not some girl at the bar’s idiot, but you wouldn’t risk this. This friendship was too important to you to jeopardize for your stupid middle school girl pinning. You put your feelings back in the box they’d let themselves out of just as the pancakes arrived.

Five.

“You think you’d had five drinks tonight?” Your eyebrow is arched as you look back at an incredibly hammered Barzy. You knew he had to be at least eight deep, more like ten, but instead you said, “Are you sure it’s five?”

Mat nodded profusely, looking more like his bobblehead then himself in that moment. You turned your palms up at him and shrugged a bit, giving him a look of complete disbelief. He proudly put down his beer and yanked his sleeve up to show you his wrist. On his wrist were five incredibly smudged tally marks of various lengths. He hadn’t even managed to realize you were supposed to cross the last one across the other four for every set of five, so there were just five incredibly crooked lines drawn on his wrist in Sharpie.

“See? Five tally marks, five drinks,” he told you, like you were the idiot in this situation.

You nodded in fake understanding as an incredible drunk Mat reached for you. He was significantly touchier with you when he was drunk, his large hands always finding your skin and making a series of thoughts you shouldn’t have run through your brain as your heartbeat picked up in your chest. His hands rested on your upper arms this time as he lined himself up with you, forcing you to make eye contact.

“I’m fine. Don’t you worry about ol’ Barzy here,” he slurred.

“You’re twenty-two,” you laughed. “Hardly makes you an old man, my friend. Come on, I called an Uber. Let’s go.”

You took on of his hands from your arm and held it, dragging him slowly out of the party. He had the attention span of a golden retriever puppy when he was drunk, so it was a good thing you had some practice with this and started your journey to the car ten minutes before your Uber was supposed to arrive. By the time you made it outside, it was already waiting for you. You gave him one small shove and he practically fell right into the car.

“You know,” Mat told you as the car started to roll away from the party, “you’re a really good friend, ya know.”  

You smiled at him but turned your face away quickly as you felt the tears start to sting in your eyes. Maybe it’s the few drinks you’d had yourself, but Mat calling you a good friend was definitely supposed to feel good, but all it was make your heart clench inside your chest. It confirmed everything you were feeling. You and Mat were friends, good to great friends even, but that’s how he saw you, his friend. You never wanted to be the kind of person that complained about someone not liking them back, but you finally understood where everyone else was coming from. This feeling was awful in a way you couldn’t quite describe. It was like a hand had reached into you, found the place where your feelings for Mat where, and squeezed hard, except that hand wasn’t actually all too careful to target that one spot and instead squeezed everything inside your chest until you could barely catch your breath and the tears were rolling down your cheeks. Thank god that Mat had way more than five drinks and was already asleep against the opposite window because you couldn’t keep it together the entire ride home.

Four.

“You really want four dogs at once?” The disagreement coated Mat’s voice. “That’s a lot of dogs at once. I think you need to reconsider this part of your life plan.”

“Four is a very reasonable number,” you replied, not even bothering to look up from your phone. “And this is my twenty-year plan here, Mat, not yours. You don’t get a say.”

“I’m your best friend. I deserve a say here if I think you’re going to screw up part of your life,” he countered. “You’re going to be beholden to these creatures. And you’re gonna have four of them! They’re going to need you constantly. You’re not going to have time for anything else.”

“I do plan on like, having someone around at some point,” you reminded him. “Step nine of this plan was to find that man, finally, and one of the key criteria is that is likes dogs, so he’ll help share the workload.”

“And then you really only have two dogs,” Mat mumbles under his breath as he start to nod in understanding. “Okay, okay, I concede. You’re right, four is the correct number of dogs.”

You laughed in response to his agreement, “Now I’ve just got to find a man and convince him like I convinced you.”

“Took you all of a minute to get me on board with your plan here. I’d sign up to co-parent four dogs with you. You’re gonna be a killer pet parent. I’m sure you can get some other schmuck to agree with you. He’s not going to be as hot as me though, so that’s going to be a downgrade for you right there.” You didn’t let his words sink in. You let them flow right out of your head as soon as they came in. It was for the best, you told yourself.

Three.

- Hours into your co-worker’s engagement party and you were about ready to scream. If one more platter of engagement cookies with their initials and faces came past you, you were going to explode. The only reason you’d make it this long was Mat and the fact he tipped the bartender big time when you got your first drink, so he was making you doubles and triples when he was only supposed to pour singles at the open bar.

“This sucks,” you sighed to him, taking a swig of your drink.

“This party is fucking pathetic,” he said to you. “How are people this boring before they’re thirty? I just don’t understand. If I ever get engaged to someone who wants to have cookies with our faces on them at our engagement party, please shoot me.”

“I expect you to do the same if I ever think that’s a good idea,” you laughed as your spoke.

“You know what,” Mat paused only to down the remaining third of his drink in one go, “it’s time to blow this popsicle stand.”

“Jesus, Mat, they haven’t even made a toast yet or anything. We can’t leave yet,” you tried to remind him, even though it was completely half-assed since you might have been more miserable than him.

“Oh, come on, be irresponsible. Let’s go do something actually fun,” Mat said, leaning into you as he spoke. “You’re in a killer dress. You look incredible. There’s this cool bar down the road I’ve been wanting to try, and we’re dressed for the occasion.”

You scrunched up your nose as you thought. You wanted out, but you also really didn’t want to be rude since you’d have to show up to work on Monday regardless. Mat took your drink from you as you thought, taking care of the rest of your glass with ease even though the bottom quarter was definitely straight vodka due to how slow you’d been drinking. He looked at you, his eyes softly begging for you to get the hell out of here with him. You sighed and grabbed one of his hands, making your way towards the back exit. You couldn’t see the smile on his face, but you felt his fingers slide between yours as he gave your hand an appreciative squeeze.

Two.  

- Times that you’ve almost told him how you feel in the last month. The holiday season had you feeling particularly emotional in general due to a combination of Hallmark movies and the holiday parties’ people were having were giving you a few too many opportunities to be drunk around Mat. Drunk you was a little looser lipped than sober you. Both times started and ended the same way.

“Hey, Mat, can I talk to you for a quick sec?”

You placed your hand on his shoulder as he spoke, pulling him slightly so he’d turn to face you. Each time he agreed and followed you away from the crowd, tucked away in a less traffic area of the party.

“What’s up? Are you too drunk? Do you need to head out? I can call an Uber. Or should I call a Lyft?” he asked in rapid succession.

“No, no,” you shook your head. “I, uh, I wanted to tell you something actually.”

“Okay, shoot,” he replied instantly. “You know you can tell me anything.”

Your mouth went dry as the desert and your carefully rehearsed speech dissolved in your mind. You looked at him, his eyes dark as his traced over your face, trying to figure out what could have been important enough for you to pull him away from the party. Your eyes danced across his face, his strong jawline, his kind eyes, his soft lips. You wanted him. You wanted him so badly it hurt, but the idea of losing him from your life kept your mouth shut both times.

“You know what. Actually, it’s nothing. I figured it out myself. Let’s go get another drink.”

One.

You snapped back to the current moment, pulling your head out of the past. You watched the clock turn to 11:59pm.

“Sorry, I zoned out there,” you told him.

“It’s alright. Tito dropped in when you faded off, so no hard feelings,” he laughed as he spoke, “Um, actually, there’s something I’ve been wanting to talk to you about and I guess, why not start the new year off with a bang?”

You took a deep breath in as you looked over Mat’s face curiously. He was nervous. His hands were fidgeting with his cup. He was shuffling from side to side, foot to foot, transferring his weight with each movement. He looked down at the ground, unable to meet your eyes and mumbled something you couldn’t hear. The countdown for the last twenty seconds had already started, so there was too much background noise to catch his words.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t hear you?” You had to shout to make sure he heard you.

“I like you!” he screamed back. “Fuck that, I’m in love you with and I really, really fucking don’t want to see you kiss anyone else at ten seconds because I’m pretty sure it’ll break me at this point.”

Ten. Your mind was racing. Nine. Mat wanted to kiss you. Eight. Mat liked you like you liked him. Seven. No, Mat loved you. Six. He took a step closer to you. Five. He was so nervous, nervous he’d just ruined everything because you still hadn’t said anything. Four. Your feelings burst out from the box you’d put them in, running through your body, making your heart rate kick up in your chest. Three. Mat leaned his face closer to yours. Two. Your eyes locked with his. One. You rocked up on your toes and pressed your lips against his.

His hands found your hips, pulling you desperately closer to him, practically crushing you against his chest, but his lips were soft and gentle against yours. The room exploded into cheers around you, everyone celebrating the ball drop and the new year, but you barely noticed them, until you pulled back from Mat. His eyes scanned your face, trying to figure out exactly what you were feeling.

“I love you too, Mat.”

“Thank God,” he chuckled to himself as he leaned down to kiss you again, “and happy fucking New Year to me.”

[oureuphoria]

Worst of You - JJK 02

You meet him under horrible circumstances but that doesn’t stop you from developing a very abnormal and completely unsolicited crush on your local hot police officer™. Too bad you have a bitch of a best friend, anxiety and an inability to learn from your mistakes which cripples your chances to be with the man of your literal dreams. Oh, and he has a lifetime’s worth of emotional baggage at 23.

Or

“I’m not leaving until you tell me what’s wrong.” “Cool, I’ll let everyone know that you’re moving in then.”

Genre: fluff, angst, comedy

Pairing: officer!jungkook X collegestudent!reader

Word count: 2,083

Note: I am actually not American so if I depict the American school system, police system or any system incorrectly then I am really sorry!

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You awaken from your not-so-graceful sleep only to see that it was 1:50pm and you had overslept. Oversleeping was very a common thing for you because you often forgot to set your alarms. You’ve trained your body to wake up at specific times from your unchanging routine which is why you were awake, minutes before your meeting with the goddamn Officer and very much not ready. You rushed out of bed with so much force that your self-induced blanket burrito rolled out onto the floor where you laid limply, regretting the brute force you had gotten up with. However, you didn’t learn anything from your mistake and continued with that same force towards the bathroom only to hit your bathroom door square in the face. 

You made it on time, looking somewhat presentable (you tried your best in the compressed time limit). Alex offered you a ride which helped unbelievably because you were incredibly late. You speed-walked to the front counter wand asked the secretary where to go. She looks at you plainly and before replying with much annoyance. “Officer Jeon instructed me to refer a message to you. The perpetrator confessed to the crime late last night and the case has been closed, we will no longer been needing your time.” Oh. Your heart began to sting a little at the realisation that you will never see the officer again but the realisation that you were free overpowered the pain. You smiled while walking towards the door but your happiness was short-lived. You spotted the attacker, hand-cuffed. You locked eyes for the second time although they seemed a lot less manic. 

He didn’t recognise you, that was clear enough but you knew you’d never be able to forget him and that thought scared you. Enough so to leave you frozen in the middle of the station. You stood there for what felt like an eternity before an officer shook your shoulder. “Are you okay?” You didn’t really look at her before nodding, a smile on your face as you thanked her a sped out of the building. You walked back to your dorm with only one thought on your mind. 

_______________________________________________

Morning classes were a bore and you often found yourself reciting the entire script of a movie instead of writing notes. You looked concentrated and teachers never noticed so it never really harmed anyone, except your GPA of course. It had been just over 2 weeks since you became the hottest news on campus and it blew over quite quickly. The buzz was bound to return though because the student who was attacked, William, was set to return to school that day. 

You were fired from your job at the store (because apparently hiring college students was problematic) which meant you had to spend your weekend tutoring privileged high schoolers instead. It was a Tuesday and you were at lunch when William approached you with a light tap on your shoulder, you removed your earphones from your ear and turned to face him but the moment your eyes landed on his face you could feel your lunch creeping back up. 

You were too scared to approach him yourself so you left a get-well-soon card and a teddy bear for him at the hospital which you assumed was why he was there. “I just wanted to thank you for that night, who knows what would’ve happened if you didn’t call the police when you did.” You smiled but it was half-hearted. Your mind was filled with a quiet chant of ‘it should’ve been me’ every time you saw his face. “Honestly, it’s fine, I’m glad you’re okay.” You awkwardly gestured a thumbs up which was meant to be reassuring before you put your earphone back in and went back to your sandwich. Trying to shut up before you embarrassed yourself further ended quickly when he tapped your shoulder lightly again. 

“I’m sorry to bother you again but I was kind of wondering, did you know him? You know the student who…” “No, sorry I didn’t.” You answered quickly because you wanted the conversation to be over as soon as possible but you might’ve come off as rude. You noticed a glint sadness in his eye, a need for closure, a need to know he did nothing wrong. “I don’t think he had a motive for doing what he did to you though. From what I know, you’re a nice guy, I mean your hospital room had flowers everywhere.” He chuckled a little before furrowing his eyebrows in confusion. 

“You visited?” It was just then that you remembered that you had forgotten to sign the card. “Oh! Yes, I left a bear there it was pink, kind of ugly but it was the best thing the gift shop had. It was either that or a Giraffe that said ‘it’s a boy!’” You were rambling, you knew that much but you couldn’t stop yourself if you tried. “Thank you, for everything…” “Y/N.” “Right, Y/N. Maybe we can get coffee sometime or something?” You gulped while in deep thought, you weren’t sure if you could ever make it up to him but you were willing to try. “Sure!”

Once he left, you stared back at your deflated peanut butter sandwich before poking at the stale bread. “Ah, fuck it.” You threw away your crusty sandwich and walked to the nearby cafe which you often avoided like the plague during lunch hours because it was bustling with students. That day was an exception, you needed carbs and you needed them stat. You walked into the cafe, ready to order cheesy fries when you saw him. Officer Jeon. You cursed under your breath and allowed yourself to stare a little. You knew officers often came here since it was around the station but you had never seen him there. 

You were waiting in line while he sat down with 2 of his co-workers. You watched them pick up the menus and discuss what they wanted to eat. You were invested in staring until a loud voice startled you. “Next waiting.” That was your cue and you almost missed it staring at the Officer with obvious heart eyes. You held the little table number concoction in your hand as you made your way to sit in the far corner seat where you always sat. But you didn’t go as unnoticed as usual. The incident was still fresh news for the a few students even though it had been 2 weeks. Some students thought you were a hero while others remain confused because “does she even go here?” But the majority never really cared about you but stared anyway because that was the way society worked. You sat and slowly retracted into a small ball of dismal anxiety while you waited for your cheesy fries to arrive. 

“Hey isn’t that the awkward kid that you questioned, Jeon?” The officer parallel to him asks loudly, clearly pointing at you which made you retract into the corner even further. “Oh yeah I saw her at the station, poor thing she looked so helpless.” To make matters worse, the woman next to him was the one who checked on you at the station. To top off the embarrassment, Officer Jeon turned around to look at you right when you accidentally smashed your toe on the edge of the table while trying to grab your bag. You winced and chanted “ow, ow, ow, ow,” until you abruptly stopped after realising you were being watched by 3 amused officers. 

You managed a small smile and a wave before you grabbed your laptop from your bag and tried to distract yourself from the major discomfort you had endured. Everything went well for a collective amount of 37 seconds before the man you found intimidatingly attractive sat on the seat opposite yours. You peeked over your laptop a little because for some reason you believed that if you couldn’t see him, he couldn’t see you. However, his tall physique allowed him to clearly see you crouched behind the laptop screen. “Hey.” You feigned a smile and pretended to not be completely disturbed by his presence. “Hi.” You squeaked back before internally slapping yourself for sounding so timid but unfortunately your handbook on social interactions seemed to lack a chapter that covered ‘how to talk to attractive police officers who you are low key crushing on but can never be with for longer than 2 seconds without combusting into a nervous mess’. 

“How’s everything going? I heard you visited the station looking a little scared.” You chuckled nervously, your laugh becoming slower and slower before dissipating into an awkward silence. “You see, that wasn’t me that was just someone who happened to look a lot like me. You know, me and my common face.” These were moments you wished you could forget because your communication skills were frankly astonishing. However, instead of worrying over your inability to make small talk, he laughed. Officer Jeon laughed at something you said and it was super fucking cute. 

“You know Y/N, you’re really…unique?” You held back a snort as you laughed under your breath. “You seem so shy and timid but you looked like you were going to bite my head off at the station.” You started violently chugging your water down, this time for far too long because you didn’t want to reply. “Well, you see I was very…dehydrated? And you know what dehydration can do to someone.” You were never a very good liar which proved to be an important skill in times like such. 

He curved his eyebrow at you questioningly but didn’t care to press further, soon after the waiter came with your cheesy fires. You thought it would be rude to eat in front of him so you just stared at the bowl quietly. “Aren’t you going to eat?” “Yeah I was just waiting for it to cool down.” You awkwardly crouched to slowly blow on your cheesy fries which just made him stare at you amusingly. “You’re a weird kid, Y/N. I’ll get going now, it was nice catching up.” You nodded before William crossed your mind. You lunged forward to tug on his sleeve to stop him from leaving. “Wait, do you think you could um, tell me what happened with the case?” “Meet me here tomorrow at 5 and I’ll tell you what I can.” And with that, he left. 

“And thEN HE LEAVES, HE JUST LEAVES ALEX, DOESN’T EVEN GIVE ME HIS NUMBER, OR EVEN HIS FIRST NAME?!?” You angrily protested to your friend who was more interested in her phone than the conversation. “Hey, Alex, are you even listening?” Your question fell on unhearing ears so you yelled again to catch her attention. “Alex!” “What?” She replied, a little annoyed but she didn’t push further at the sight of your glare. “I’m sure he was just leaving then because he had to, you know, special police business or something. I bet he’s into you, you’re adorable.” She ruffled the top of your head and you smiled bitterly. Compliments from Alex were normally out of pity and she had a lot to pity you for. She was prettier than you, nicer than you and uncannily good at socialising. This generally meant that whatever boy you were into, was into her. 

“Is he really that cute? I need to meet him.” “No! I mean, I don’t even know his name, it’s not important. Don’t waste your time.” Your abrupt exclamation made you feel a little guilty. You’d never voiced your insecurities with Alex and yet you held her completely accountable which was entirely unfair. “Oh, alright. So, what movie are we watching tonight?” Her attention was trained on her phone again as she asked the question. She looked up at you suddenly with pleading eyes and you knew exactly what she wanted. “Just go.” You waved her off with your hand and she didn’t hesitate before leaving you to go to her room. You allowed yourself to melt into the couch as you moped over spending another Friday night alone again. “Wait, Alex! Can I come with you?”

[casualmaraudering]

a little text fic, prompt provided by @starstruck4moony <3

Remus Lupin

Sunday, 10:15AM

Sirius Black: hey, a friend told me you have a dog to give away?

11:10AM

Remus Lupin: yeah! lily has mentioned she said something to a few people. i’m guessing you’re interested in taking him?

You can now message and call each other.

11:11AM

Sirius Black: YES!!! i love dogs sm

Sirius Black: what’s his name?? do you have pictures??

Sirius Black: i mean i love him already but i require pictures

Remus Lupin sent a photo.

Remus Lupin: oh i call him Archie! though he’s small enough that you can change it if you want to

Sirius Black: ARCHIE????? THATS SO CUTE HOLY FUCK

Sirius Black: im in love

marauder squad

11:13AM

pads: RED

pads: why didnt you tell me the puppy guy is hot?????

prongs: oh boy here we go again

pads: he’s so fucking gorgeous?????

pads: he has CURLS

pads: and FRECKLES!!!!

wormy: is sirius being gay again

pads: why didnt you ever mention you have a cute friend 

redhind: cause i knew you’d do this

pads: STILL

pads: im hopelessly homosexual lily he might be the love of my life 

redhind: see there’s the thing

pads: he’s straight isn’t he

redhind: i don’t know

redhind: i can try my best to find out for you

pads: i love you lily

prongs: oi

pads: you dont have any cute boy friends prongs, go away

prongs: >:(

Remus Lupin

11.20AM

Remus Lupin: so when do you wanna get him?

Sirius Black: does next week work?? im not at home til next Friday

Remus Lupin: ah yeah sure! 

Remus Lupin: holiday?

Sirius Black: wedding

Sirius Black: my uncle and his partner are getting married and i wouldn’t dare miss it

Sirius Black: and as a gay man he has a flare for blowing things out of proportion so instead of a regular wedding it’s a full week long getaway

Remus Lupin: god i wish

Remus Lupin: stuck in London studying for finals :/

Sirius Black: #cantrelate i’m an art student we don’t get those lol

Remus Lupin: rude

Sirius Black: what do you major?

Remus Lupin: English lit

Sirius Black: so you’re a nerd huh

Remus Lupin: i just like books

Sirius Black: nephew duties call, gotta go

Sirius Black: goodbye nerd boy

Remus Lupin

5:45PM

Sirius Black: how is my darling doing

Remus Lupin: he’s napping rn, we just came back from a walk

Sirius Black: that’s not what i asked

Remus Lupin: ??

Remus Lupin: oh

Sirius Black: ;)

Remus Lupin: do you always call strangers your darlings?

Sirius Black: only when they’re as gorgeous as you

Remus Lupin: now you’re just lying

Sirius Black:??? no i’m not

Sirius Black: as the homosexual of the group my opinion is the most trusted when it comes to cute boys

Sirius Black: and you my dear are cute as all fuck

Remus Lupin: that’s nice of you to say

Sirius Black: and it’s true. you’re both cute and hot and apparently smart too since eng lit, so don’t put yourself down

Sirius Black: and i mean since this is all out here already i’m not just saying it to be polite, i really am attracted to you and it’s been nice talking to you so far and i know it’s a long shot cause i don’t even know if you like guys but i wouldn’t mind getting coffee together someday if you want

Lily Evans

6:30PM

raging homosexual: FUCK

raging homosexual: LILY I FUCKED UP BAD

raging feminist: ???

raging homosexual: I ASKED THE PUPPY GUY OUT AND ITS BEEN LIKE HALF HOUR AND HE JUST LEFT ME ON READ

raging feminist: oh god sirius

raging homosexual: HES CUTE AND LIKES DOGS I PANICKED

Remus Lupin

7:50PM

Sirius Black: hey, i’m sorry about that, i didn’t mean to freak you out or anything, people do say i’m too impulsive at times haha

Sirius Black: can we please just forget that happened? i swear i won’t hit on you since it makes you uncomfortable

Sirius Black: i’ll get Archie next Friday and then you don’t have to see me again

James Potter

10:20PM

prongs: stop sulking

padfoot: i’m not sulking

prongs: i can see what you’re listening to on spotify y’know?

prongs: you’ve had ‘sad gay time’ on repeat for two hours

prongs: i know that dude is pretty or whatever but he’s not the last cute guy you’ll meet

padfoot: yeah i know

padfoot: idk it just hits me sometimes

padfoot: like it’s not even him it’s just,,,, im feeling like shit in general cause that made me think about my life

padfoot: you have lily and sometimes when i look at you i want something like that too and i’m worried i won’t ever get that

padfoot: im 19 and never even kissed anyone

prongs: and that’s normal, things take time sometimes

prongs: the right guy will come eventually, trust me

prongs: 19 is really young still, there’s literally ages for you to find the right guy for you

prongs: you’re the most amazing guy i know, you’ll find someone

padfoot: thanks james

prongs: come to my room? we can play mario kart

prongs: i have popcorn

padfoot: sure

Remus Lupin

Monday, 8.20AM

Remus Lupin: god i am so so sorry i just left like that i swear i didn’t mean to

Remus Lupin: i have this weird condition, and sometimes it acts up really unexpectedly to the point where i can’t even look at my phone cause i have such a bad migraine and i really meant to reply but it got so bad that i could barely move i am so sorry

Sirius Black: are you okay now??

Remus Lupin: yeah, it’s better

Remus Lupin: not amazing but better

Remus Lupin: that’s why i’m giving away Archie, too

Remus Lupin: an auntie gave him to me and while i’d love to have a dog, i can’t really care for one that well 

Remus Lupin: again, i’m so sorry, it was the worst timing possible

Sirius Black: it’s fine! i’m just glad you’re okay

Remus Lupin: and.. if the offer still stands, i’d really like to get coffee with you sometime

Sirius Black: really??

Remus Lupin: yeah

Remus Lupin: only for Archie’s sake, of course

Remus Lupin: he’s quite attached to me already, so i need to make sure you treat him well

Sirius Black: oh yes, absolutely

Sirius Black: you’ll have to stop by my flat, to see if it’s right for him

Remus Lupin: i hope your bed is soft enough for him, he hates sleeping alone

Sirius Black: you’ll just have to check for yourself

You changed Remus Lupin’s nickname to: cute puppy dad

Remus Lupin changed your nickname to: my puppy daddy

[almaasi]

reaction post typed while watching SPN 15x08 “Our Father, Who Aren’t in Heaven”

THEY JUST. SENT DEAN AND CAS. TO PICK SYMBOLIC “BINDING” FLOWERS ???

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06:16pm

probably gonna have to stop in 1 minute for dinner but let’s see what’s happening this week in Mr. Taco/Hotdog Pines For Angel But Isn’t Sure If God Commanded It

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06:18

OH YEAH ADAM

forgot about him

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06:19

hmm “lucky elephant” casino/bar

1. pink elephants  = drunk baby dumbo trippin balls

2. kinda looks like a dick

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06:23

the hell is wrong with sam’s face?? he’s looked SO tense and uncomfortable these last episodes

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06:24

sam eating salad and eileen eating a burger

given how much food symbolises in this show......i...... kinda wanna say that it means sam sees eileen as a sibling??????? given burgers are bro dean and cas’ thing

either that or she’s one of the family, but then what does it mean about sam’s salad being the odd one out?

....i typed samily there

ha

anyway i wonder if, given how eileen/sam parallels dean/cas, it’s gonna become a thing like “hey eileen i see you as a sibling” vs. dean and cas “cas i love you like a brother” / “BUT DEAN I LOVE YOU IN THE ROMANTIC WAY”

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06:27

does dean not know what “achilles heel” means

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06:28

why is there porn music playing as cas knocks on a door

is dean gonna be naked on the other side

are they playing babysitter and affronted neighbour housebreaker

.....just saying okay that comedy sting was weirdly placed

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06:30

i love that cas is like straight-up Still Here

he was like I’M LEAVING FOREVER and then dean’s like “hey i know i said you ruin everything but uhhhhhhhhhhhhhh”

wish we could’ve had that as an actual scene though

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06:37

dean: but cas if u wanna stay here, why don’t you stay here

RUDE

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FUCK I HATE THE KNIFE HAND THING

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they almost........ touch hand.........

/14 blush emojis

cas uses last of power to make dean feel okie dokie

IS HE GONNA FALL FOR DEAN AGAIN

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06:40

welp dinnertime back laterrr

_

07:50pm

watched the end of “the prince of egypt” and my father (an atheist) was very insistent on proving it factually incorrect while I JUST WANNA WATCH THE ANIMATED MOVIE DUDE

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hokay where were we

oh yeah cas was trying really hard not to hold dean’s hand

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07:54

team free will enter hell and are attacked by three lady demons

for some reason i’m thinking of cerberus, the three-headed dog who guards the gates of hell

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07:55

OMG OMGO OmG OmG ROWENA

DID SHE BECOME QUEEN OF HELL

OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH YES

THIS IS THE CHARACTER ARC SHE NEEDED

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THOSE BRAIDS

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07:57

someday i wanna do makeup as well as rowena’s makeup magically manifests. that glitter eyeliner over the black wing is mmmmmmmmmmmm

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08:00

ahh bless

a bechdel test pass

it’s been too long

*edit* BUT DID THIS EVEN COUNT??? IF SUE IS NOT SUE

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queen of hell suits rowena better than any dress she’s ever worn

so we’ve got rowena as queen of hell, billie as death.... need one more lady in charge of heaven to complete a power trio OH YEAH AMARA. god yes give me that......... pun intended i guess

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08:03

rowena after looking at dean and cas for 1 second: “what am i picking up from you two? tell auntie rowena”

ROWENA IS THE BEST I LOVE HER SO MUCH

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two grumpy grumble butts: “it’s fine”

WOW

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YOU HEARD THE QUEEN OF FUCKING HELL YOU TWO

FIX YOUR DAMN PROBLEMS THIS INSTANT

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SAM WHAT TERRIBLE TIMING

jeez they really don’t wanna have that conversation in front of an audience

someday they better get NOT FUCKING INTERRUPTED

knock knock

who’s there

interrupting moose

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08:09

adam’s facial expressions look so much like dean’s

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08:11

for some reason i was just watching dean say “i didn’t wanna jinx it” and looking at his eyelashes and then involuntarily imagined him wearing rowena’s fake lashes

it was a good look

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dean looks so, sooo pretty in this blue shirt

maybe blue for cas’ eyes

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08:17

cas says to micheal “your father is certainly not who you knew” but not “our father” as in chuck is no longer his father

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“you called me assbutt and set me on fire”

yeah pretty much iconic, no?

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oohh jeez poor michael, poor adam

sent to hell, comes back and is aggressively greeted by the same assholes who sent him there

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dean put a black armour jacket over his vulnerable blue one to talk to adam

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08:32

dean sees cas sitting alone and gets himself a beer without offering one for cas

ohhhh that hurts

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/takes screenshots of cas’ side profile

what a good profile

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dean’s back in his blue vulnerability shirt

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OHHHHHHHHHHHHH SEND DEAN AND CAS BACK TO PURGATORY TO FETCH A FLOWER OF SYMBOLIC “BINDING” YES

FIX THE STORY WITH THEIR LOVE

*edit* ............hey. heyheyheyhey does anyone remember those promo posters from season 8 of dean poking his head out around a tree in purgatory and there was a flower there?? and as far as i know we never actually saw the flower in canon and it was Weird? foRESHADOWING or ?????? hindshadowing?

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no michael’s not coming on your gay flower road trip, dean

no third wheel this time thank u

TALK ABOUT YOUR FEELINGS WITHOUT BEING INTERRUPTED PLEASE

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michael is literally just....sending dean and cas to pick flowers together

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08:41

it’s over

YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAS 10/10 THAT WAS GREAT 

I LOVE THE SETUP FOR WHERE THIS IS GOING

rowena as queen of hell 15/10 best thing that ever happened on this show

adam getting his apology and peaceing out yes good

SENDING DEAN AND CAS TO PICK FLOWERS IN FUCKING PURGATORY THE LAND OF THEIR YEAR OF PINING HELL YES

i love how self-referential this whole story has become and it’s so GOOD to have all these loose ends come back to hopefully be tied up one by one

i just....... i just checked the writer for this episode and i AM AMAZED it’s a deadly duo episode??????????????????????  H O W

bechdel test pass?? holy shit (well...... i doubt this now but still)

only woman who died was lilith and she was awful

unless you count sue but i don’t think sue was real to begin with

and there was a black guy.... with lines.... who didn’t die??? astonishing

also the pacing was like... good or whatever. at least i didn’t think it was patchy like their episodes usually are. and the script wasn’t bland and boring ?? what is happening here

PLUS ROWENA POINTING OUT THAT THERE’S soMethING GoiNg On between dean and cas which draws attention to it for later resolution, despite the audience already knowing they had a tiff

colour me impressed, anyway

[solcheeky]

break a leg arm

summary: mark breaks his arm and a cast is all he needs as an excuse to get you to do everything for him

warnings: mature content insinuated, strong language

a/n: I literally went thru a heck load of his tweets to see what he was like through text lmfao also this is a remake! insp from sheep

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[1 Missed Call] broccoli johnny 8:56PM

[New Message] from broccoli johnny 9:00PM, hey

[broccoli johnny] 9:00PM, I know its kind of late but

[broccoli johnny] 9:01PM, mark’s in the ER right now, you busy?

[you] 9:05PM, wtf

[you] 9:05PM, where

[you] 9:05PM, why

[broccoli johnny] 9:06PM, nothing serious dw

[broccoli johnny] 9:06PM, we’re in seoul national

[you] 9:07PM, okay im coming

[broccoli johnny] 9:07PM, mind coming over?

[broccoli johnny] 9:08PM, oh

[broccoli johnny] 9:08PM, lol cool cool

[broccoli johnny] 9:08PM, just text me when you get here :-)

[you] 9:34PM, I’m here where are you?

[broccoli johnny] 9:35PM, hold on

[broccoli johnny] 9:35PM, jae cant get his drink out of the vending machine

[broccoli johnny] 9:35PM, we’ll meet u in the lobby in a sec

[you] 9:36PM, jaehyun you are a grown man

[broccoli johnny] 9:36PM, jae said hes not going to share his drink with you now

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[New Message] from lioncub 11:45PM, Sorry for making you worry haha and thank you for coming over so fast

[lioncub] 11:45PM, You home ssfe yet?

[lioncub] 11:45PM, *Safe

[lioncub] 11:46PM, Damn this whole cast on my arm thing is really getting in the way haha

[you] 11:46PM, always<3 and yea I am :) you?

[lioncub] 11:46PM, Yeah, everyone’s in bed. Johnjae’s about to leave

[you] 11:46PM, nice

[you] 11:47PM, tell jaehyun that I hope he falls over

[lioncub] 11:48PM, Woah hahahaha

[lioncub] 11:48PM, Is this because he didn’t share his drink with you?

[you] 11:48PM, it was the last one left >:( and the traitor drank it all >:((

[lioncub] 11:50PM, Haha

[you] 11:50PM, >:(

[lioncub] 11:51PM, You’re so cute 

[you] 11:51PM, wow you type so slow

[lioncub] 11:51PM, I brokr my ar, !!!

[you] 11:51PM, yikes

[lioncub] 11:52PM, Dude dp you want me to type fast or not?

[you] 11:52PM, you’ll make mistakes either way👀

[lioncub] 11:52PM, *Do

[lioncub] 11:53PM, Hahaha very funny lool

[lioncub] 11:54PM, Come on babr

[lioncub] 11:54PM, *Basbr 

[lioncub] 11:54PM, *Babve

[lioncub] 11:54PM, Damn. *babe

[you] 11:54PM, just. don’t text me anymore . 

[lioncub] 11:55PM, Wait what !!!!!

[lioncub] 11:55PM, But my cast wont br off for weeks!!

[lioncub] 11:56PM, Babe !

[lioncub] 11:56PM, D: !!

[you] 11:56PM, I meant that like..... ‘call me’ you dummy

[lioncub] 11:57PM, Oh

[lioncub] 11:57PM, Oops 

[Incoming Call] lioncub 11:58PM

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[New Message] from marks arm 1:12PM, They left me at home :/

[marks arm] 1:12PM, All alone

[marks arm] 1:13PM, And I’m bored :/

[marks arm] 1:13PM, Bee

[marks arm] 1:13PM, Oh

[marks arm] 1:14PM, Are

[marks arm] 1:14PM, D

[marks arm] 1:14PM, b o r e d

[marks arm] 1:15PM, Babe

[marks arm] 1:15PM, Babe?

[marks arm] 1:15PM, Ba b e

[Missed Video Call] marks arm 1:17PM

[you] 1:21PM, oh shit sory just came out yhe shower

[marks arm] 1:22PM, Oh lool sorry

[marks arm] 1:22PM, You going out somewhere?

[marks arm] 1:23PM, OH are you coming over? :0

[you] 1:23PM, huh? no

[you] 1:23PM, lmfao gotta go to the supermarket

[marks arm] 1:24PM, Is that code for my dorm?

[you] 1:24PM, uh

[you] 1:24PM, what

[marks arm] 1:25PM, Super-MARK-et

[marks arm] 1:25PM, 😏😏😏 

[you] 1:25PM, …………

[marks arm] 1:26PM, Dude. You can’t tell me that wanst funny

[you] 1:26PM, …………………… 

[marks arm] 1:26PM, Comn on man. That was pretty funny!!!

[marks arm] 1:27PM, *Wasn’t *Come

[marks arm] 1:27PM, 😏😏😏 ???

[you] 1:27PM, I’m not coming over just because you made a ‘good’ joke

[marks arm] 1:28PM, Hahahahaha! babe please!!

[marks arm] 1:28PM, I’m so fucking bored~

[marks arm] 1:28PM, I have thid dumbass cast on now and the boys wont be back till waaayy later

[marks arm] 1:29PM, *This

[marks arm] 1:30PM, It’s not like I can take the cast off. But you can keep me company!!

[marks arm] 1:30PM, Pretty please🥺

[you] 1:30PM, but I gotta go shop D:

[marks arm] 1:31PM, Oh right. yeah lol

[marks arm] 1:31PM, but you can come over after?😏

[you] 1:31PM, hmmmmmm

[marks arm] 1:32PM, No one’s home😏 and

[marks arm]1:32PM, and Iwanttohugyou

[marks arm] 1:33PM, Plus I promise I won’t hug you with my casr haha

[marks arm] 1:33PM, *Cast

[you] 1:33PM, cute

[marks arm] 1:34PM, Did.. Did you not just hear what I said?

[marks arm] 1:34PM, No one’s home !!!

[you] 1:35PM, fine :[

[you] 1:35PM, but after I shop :>

[marks arm] 1:36PM, Alright nice haha. After you shop. Got it !

[New Message] from marks arm 1:45PM, Can you get me snacks??

[marks arm] 1:49PM, You can’t just leave me on read !!!!

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[you] 8:03PM, can’t believe I bought you snacks for that

[marks arm] 8:04PM, It was the cast!! I swear !!

[marks arm] 8:04PM, You weren’t the only one uncomfortable >:( I can’t hold myself up over you when my arm is broken lool

[you] 8:05PM, I’m taking your lap next time🙄

[marks arm] 8:05PM, Oh woah

[you] 8:06PM, ‘woah’ what?

[marks arm] 8:06PM, :0

[marks arm] 8:06PM, Woah nothing. Hahahaha

[you] 8:06PM, okay well,,, save your lap for me next time

[marks arm] 8:07PM, lol okay

[marks arm] 8:07PM, Next time.

[marks arm] 8:07PM, I like that

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[New Message] from marker 2:20AM, You awake?

[you] 2:21AM, no

[marker] 2:21AM, Oh okay nevermind then

[you] 2:22AM, …

[you] 2:22AM, uh mark

[marker] 2:23AM, Wait a minute

[you] 2:23AM, there we go😂😂

[marker] 2:23AM, ;/

[you] 2:23AM, LOL whats up? its 2am🤔dont you have to go studio in the morning🤔

[marker] 2:24AM, Yeah :/ but my arm hurts ;/

[you] 2:24AM, badly?

[marker] 2:25AM, Mhm :(

[marker] 2:25AM, I cant sleep :(( it hurts :/ like actually really hurts

[you] 2:25AM, lemme get back to you in 7 years after I get my doctors licence

[marker] 2:26AM, Hahahahahahaha

[marker] 2:26AM, Can you get back to me in 3secs as my bestfriend instead?

[you] 2:26AM, touché

[marker] 2:26AM, Haha

[marker] 2:27AM, Let me video call you?

[you] 2:27AM, doyoung is asleep though

[marker] 2:27AM, Yeaahh

[marker] 2:28AM, But I wantf to see you :(

[you] 2:28AM, you saw me today ?

[marker] 2:28AM, It wasnt enough :(

[you] 2:29AM, are you okay??

[marker] 2:29AM, Yeah! I am! I just

[marker] 2:29AM, idk

[marker] 2:29AM, Seeing you makesd me feel better

[you] 2:29AM, cute

[marker] 2:29AM, Shutup man

[marker] 2:30AM, Just let me call youuu

[you] 2:30AM, hm

[you] 2:31AM, fine

[you] 2:31AM, this is my way of making up for my lack of a doctors licence

[marker] 2:31AM, hahahahahahahaha

[marker] 2:31AM, I’m gonna wake up doyoung laughing like this

[you] 2:32AM, lmao pls dont blame me when he whoops your ass in the morning

[marker] 2:32AM, I wont :)

[Incoming Call] marks arm 2:33AM

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[[theres too many ppl in this gc. mark pls exit😘]]

[doyoung]: Mark looks like a sardine that was left to dry out in the sun for 12 days

[marker]: Hey man

[marker]: Thats just mean

[fullsun]: not mean, just the truth💅🏼

[doyoung]: It’s because he was up all night talking to you know who👀

[mr peach]: exposed

[you]: mark you said doyoung was a heavy sleeper

[doyoung]: He lied.

[marker]: We werent that loud man

[nakamoto]: I could hear mark from my bedroom

[let’s winwin!]: *our bedroom

[let’s winwin!]: and no we couldn’t

[nakamoto]: I did👀

[broccolli johnny]: all yuta does is lie lmfao

[marker]: How??!!?

[marker]: Your bedroom is upstairs!!!

[junguwu]: ? I couldnt hear them ??? and I’m next door

[nakamoto]: if I was upstairs then explain to me how I heard y/n complaining about how mark farts too much🤔🤔🤔

[marker]: Oh my god

[broccoli johnny]: LMFAAAOO

[junguwu]: HAHAH HAHAHAHAH

[mr peach]: this again LOL

[you]: I still can’t believe they let you talk about marks farts in your tmi vids

[oldman]: 😂😂😂😂😂oh no

[fullsun]: the dried sardine has got some explaining to do👀

[marker]: Dude its not true!!! I swear !!!!!!

[you]: a little bit true

[doyoung]: ✋also a witness

[marker]: >:0

[marker]: Fucking betrayers!!!!!!!

[marker]: Johnny tell them its not true !!!

[broccoli johnny]: my hands are tied bro🤗

[marker]: whAT

[marker]: Jaehyun?!

[mr peach]: its not true.

[doyoung]: Way to sound believable🙄

[nakamoto]: word on the street y/n is tired of mark never saying sorry or excusing himself from farting🤧

[marker]: You guys are just big bullies man

[marker]: Sicheng man you’re the only one I have left😭

[let’s winwin!]: lol no

[fullsun]: yuta may be lying about hearing yall last night but👀

[fullsun]: the fart thing is true👀

[nakamoto]: i rest my case

[broccoli johnny]: one day mark is gonna fart and it’ll poison you all

[nakamoto]: I heard hes poisoned a couple of people already🧐

[marker]: DUDE

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[New Message] from mark LEE 10:11AM, Hey can I ask you something?

[you] 10:12AM, sure whats up?

[you] 10:12AM, you okay?

[mark LEE] 10:13AM, So um ;//

[mark LEE] 10:13AM, My farts dont annoy you do they?

[you] 10:14AM, LOL mARK

[mark LEE] 10:14AM, What ?! what!!!!

[mark LEE] 10:14AM, I’m serious!!!

[you] 10:15AM, its been like 3 days since that conversation

[mark LEE] 10:15AM, And I havent been able to fart in front of you since!!

[you] 10:15AM, LMAAOOO MARKKKK

[mark LEE] 10:16AM, Babe I’m deadass!!!

[you] 10:16AM, yuta was just joking stupid

[mark LEE] 10:17AM, :/

[mark LEE] 10:17AM, I know

[mark LEE] 10:17AM, But

[you] 10:18AM, but?

[mark LEE] 10:18AM, I fart

[mark LEE] 10:18AM, like

[mark LEE] 10:18AM, a lot

[you] 10:19AM, omg mark

[you] 10:19AM, it doesnt matter!! I think its cute

[mark LEE] 10:19AM, What?!

[you] 10:19AM, when you fart youre cute

[you] 10:20AM, when you sneeze youre cute

[you] 10:20AM, when you talk youre cute

[you] 10:20AM, even when you just breathe youre fucking cute

[you] 10:20AM, I dont care about your farts

[mark LEE] 10:21AM, You’re weird

[you] 10:21AM, ask the groupchat if you dont believe me

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[[theres too many ppl in this gc. mark pls exit😘]]

[marker]: Anyways guys

[junguwu]: ya

[marker]: Am I cute?

[fullsun]: no

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[New Message] from cute idiot 9:37PM, Where are you?

[cute idiot] 9:37PM, Babe

[cute idiot] 9:37PM, The bath is gonna get cold man

[you] 9:40PM, we got a problem

[cute idiot] 9:40PM, What? No lighter? Not even matchsticks?

[you] 9:40PM, johnjae are here

[cute idiot] 9:41PM, !???!?!?!?!!!

[cute idiot] 9:41PM, whAT

[cute idiot] 9:41PM, Like in the dorm here?!?!??

[you] 9:41PM, yea you dummy

[cute idiot] 9:41PM, Shit whAT

[you] 9:42PM, wtf happened to ‘no one is coming home till late today’ !???!!

[cute idiot] 9:42PM, I

[cute idiot] 9:42PM, I DIDNT KNOW I SWEAR OMG

[cute idiot] 9:42PM, wHAT DID U SAY TO THEM

[you] 9:43PM, I look like a psycho mark

[cute idiot] 9:43PM, tHATS WHAT YOU SAID?

[you] 9:43PM, nO

[you] 9:44PM, they caught me… in the kitchen…. going through the drawers

[you] 9:44PM, with just your tshirt on…

[you] 9:44PM, my hair is wet af mark

[cute idiot] 9:45PM, oh god

[you] 9:45PM, how was i supposed to explain myself ?!

[you] 9:45PM, tell them my hair is wet because I just climbed out of the bath i was sharing with their roommate ?!!?

[you] 9:45PM, tell them i needed something to light the candles beside the fucking bubble bath ?!??

[cute idiot] 9:45PM, Shit shit shit

[you] 9:46PM, and all because you couldnt get out of the tub without injuring your broken-arm ??!

[cute idiot] 9:46PM, Oh my gof

[cute idiot] 9:46PM, Please tell me that is not what you said

[cute idiot] 9:46PM, Oh my god

[cute idiot] 9:46PM, This is so embarrassing

[cute idiot] 9:47PM, Dude

[cute idiot] 9:47PM, Why arnet you answering?!?!

[cute idiot] 9:47PM, What the fuc do I do

[you] 9:48PM, hold on theyre talking to me

[cute idiot] 9:48PM, I’m freakinghout

[you] 9:48PM, apparently theyre back early because they need to go prerecord nct nightnight

[you] 9:48PM, johnny needed to pick something up on the way

[cute idiot] 9:48PM, Oh god

[cute idiot] 9:48PM, Whdt do I do?!

[cute idiot] 9:48PM, Do I getr out!?

[you] 9:49PM, told them you were showering

[cute idiot] 9:49PM, Shit

[cute idiot] 9:49PM, Okay I’m turning on the shower

[cute idiot] 9:49PM, You know

[cute idiot] 9:49PM, For soubnd effects

[cute idiot] 9:49PM, Shit man shitr

[cute idiot] 9:49PM, wait

[cute idiot] 9:49PM, wb you?!

[cute idiot] 9:50PM, You didn’t dry yourself. Dude you didn’t even bring a towel

[cute idiot] 9:50PM, Hwo you gonna explain

[you] 9:51PM, told them your dumbass slipped

[you] 9:51PM, and I had to help you because of your arm

[you] 9:51PM, wait brb

[cute idiot] 9:51PM, Nooo dont brb me

[cute idiot] 9:52PM, I feel exposed now

[cute idiot] 9:52PM, Oh my god

[cute idiot] 9:52PM, This is the worst

[cute idiot] 9:52PM, This is the WORST 

[cute idiot] 9:53PM, Babe?

[you] 9:57PM, okay theyre gone😪😪

[cute idiot] 9:57PM, Thank god

[cute idiot] 9:57PM, Did they believe you?

[you] 9:58PM, I fucking hope so

[you] 9:58PM, I’m coming back

[cute idiot] 9:58PM, Be quick ;/ I kinda made a mess

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[[foreign swaggers💯💯💯]]

[sexy boi ten]: just out of curiosity🧐

[sexy boi ten]: who here loves bubble baths?

[johns banana]: hmmmmmm idk man🤔 good question🤔

[jeffrey]: 😂😂😂

[kark]: Oh my god

[sexy boi ten]: I think one of us is a bubble bath enthusiast

[sexy boi ten]: but I just cant put my finger on it🧐

[kark]: Can’t believe you told ten

[johns banana]: told him what🤔🤔

[kark]: Don’t lie to me bro

[sexy boi ten]: i think youre the only one lying here

[kark]: 😨😨😨

[kark]: Jaehyun please help me

[jeffrey]: I heard there were candles

[kark]: 😧

[johns banana]: candles ?! 🤔 oh gasp🤧

[sexy boi ten]: so this is what you get up to when no ones around

[kark]: hahahaha noooo

[kark]: youre making it sound super weird man !!

[jeffrey]: lmfaaooo

[sexy boi ten]: this whole broken limb thing doesnt seem so bad now

[kark]: we didnt /do/ anything

[sexy boi ten]: why?😏 were you supposed have done something? 😏😏

[kark]: hahaha oh my god

[johns banana]: what are you tryna say mark🤗

[kark]: dude !!!!!!!

[kark]: youre all making this way weirder than it already is man

[jeffrey]: arent you the one making it weird?

[sexy boi ten]: johnny break my arm so i can get a bubble bath

[johns banana]: you dont have a girlfriend

[sexy boi ten]: i know

[sexy boi ten]: but i could have a boyfriend

[jeffrey]: you dont have a boyfriend either

[sexy boi ten]: then can you run me a bubble bath instead😘😘😘😘

[kark]: what

[johns banana]: depends… do I get to join

[kark]: wHAT

[johns banana]: I’ll be the mark to your y/n

[jeffrey]: this is going in my TMI

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[New Message] from marks arm 4:15PM, They keep teasing me about the bath thing

[you] 4:15PM, so no more baths together?

[marks arm] 4:16PM, I didn’t say that........

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[New Message] from bunny doyoung 6:47PM, Change of plans

[bunny doyoung] 6:47PM, He’s already on the way to yours

[you] 6:48PM, what?!

[you] 6:48PM, I was about to leave

[bunny doyoung] 6:49PM, Sorry I couldnt stop him

[bunny doyoung] 6:49PM, Said there’s too many of us in the dorm at the moment lmao

[bunny doyoung] 6:50PM, He’s such a kid

[you] 6:50PM, ffs mark

[you] 6:51PM, thanks do

[bunny doyoung] 6:51PM, Of course

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[you] 6:53PM, mark wth

[you] 6:53PM, doyoung said youre coming here

[marks eggs] 6:55PM, Sorry baby

[marks eggs] 6:55PM, It’s way too hectic back there

[you] 6:56PM, you know I dont mind

[marks eggs] 6:56PM, I do this time

[marks eggs] 6:57PM, I want alone time with you

[you] 6:57PM, but I made food for the boys

[marks eggs] 6:57PM, I’ll eat it all :)

[you] 6:58PM, marrrrrkk

[marks eggs] 6:58PM, Too late I’m outside

[marks eggs] 6:58PM, Open up

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[New Message] ty track 1:00AM, He’s not coming back tonight is he?

[you] 1:01AM, defo not

[you] 1:01AM, hes asleep on my lap atm

[ty track] 1:02AM, Sigh

[ty track] 1:02AM, Fine, make sure he wakes up early

[ty track] 1:03AM, He has to be back by 7am, we have a shoot in the morning

[you] 1:03AM, okay sure thing

[ty track] 1:03AM, Get some rest too

[you] 1:04AM, thanks tae you too💚

[ty track] 1:04AM, Goodnight💚

[you] 1:05AM, night :)

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[[dreamies but not rlly]]

[pudu]: what time did you say you were going to come over again?

[you]: before 10 why?

[pudu]: because marks trying to break up renjun and jaemin from wrestling

[pudu]: with one arm

[jenojam]: is that what all that yelling is?

[you]: hyuck

[you]: why are you texting me when you can help him out

[pudu]: y/n thats a dumb question and you know it

[dolphinle]: such a dumb question

[you]: why arent any of you doing anything????????

[pudu]: why dont you just come over sooner ^^

[you]: hyuck I cant I’m running errands atm

[dolphinle]: see y/n is running errands hyung

[you]: thanks chenle

[pudu]: shutup chenle

[you]: wheres jisung

[jisung park]: staying out of the mess

[you]: good.

[you]: one less dreamie to worry about

[jisung park]: youre welcome

[pudu]: okay they stopped play fighting :/

[jenojam]: because mark says his arm hurts

[you]: you guys are the worst

[pudu]: *best

[moomin]: you guys are snitches

[dolphinle]: and snitches get stitches

[jaemin<3]: renjun broke my neck

[moomin]: did not

[moomin]: your stupid neck happened to fall into my hands

[pudu]: LMAOO

[jaemin<3]: :0 can u believe this

[you]: is mark okay?

[jenojam]: no

[mark sucks]: Yes

[mark sucks]: hahahaha just carry on with your errands and come at 10 I have this unser contrl

[mark sucks]: *Under

[mark sucks]: *Control

[pudu]: HAHA what lies

[jisung park]: hyung doesnt have anything under control

[jaemin<3]: youre not going to ask if I’m okay? :(

[moomin]:  jaemin ur still breathing right?

[moomin]: yea thats what I thought

[dolphinle]: ye thats what he thought

[jaemin<3]: I didnt even say anything yet!!

[pudu]: LMFAAOO

[you]: jeno help

[jenojam]: je-no thank you

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[[theres too many ppl in this gc. mark pls exit😘]] 

[tytrack]: well then who was it?

[nakamoto]: I think johnny was the last one to use the vacuum

[marker]: Babe can you pick up a box on the way ;/ we ranm out lastr night

[nakamoto]: .................

[fullsun]: well okay. this was fun. g2g. forever. ✌️✌️✌️

[doyoung]: Only mark would do this.

[nakamoto]: 🤡🤡🤡🤡

[doyoung]: Seriously only mark.

[marker]: Shit!!!

[marker]: Fucvbk man

[you]: wrong chat you fat loser

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[canada mark] 7:00PM, Shit baby I’m so soryr

[you] 7:00PM, you’re the biggest dummy😂😂😂

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[[theres too many ppl in this gc. mark pls exit😘]] 

[junguwu]: a box of what?

[tytrack]: what the fuck mark

[junguwu]: oh

[marker]: Dude I didn’t mean to!!! 

[broccoli johnny]: this is why he left the dorm so quick lmfao

[marker]: Baby I’m so so so sorry I’ll make it up for you tonight

[junguwu]: :0

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[you] 7:05PM, wRONG CHAT AGAIN STUPID

[canada mark] 7:05PM, FCUK

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[[theres too many ppl in this gc. mark pls exit😘]] 

[nakamoto]: jc mark🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡

[fullsun]: can we push the gc name into full gear now?

[fullsun]: it’s no longer a joke. 

[marker]: IM IN SO MANY GROUPCHATS ITS HARD OKAY

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[you] 7:07PM, you’re lucky you have a broken arm or else 

[canada mark] 7:08PM, Dude I’m so sorry. Like really.

[canada mark] 7:08PM, I was rushing in case you left the store already ;/ sorry :(

[canada mark] 7:08PM, I’ll do whatever you want ! promise.

[you] 7:09PM, you can barely do anything with that broken arm stupid

[you] 7:09PM, its okay😂 

[canada mark] 7:09PM, Really?

[you] 7:10PM, lets just say you owe me one 

‘you changed [canada mark] to [stupid mark]’

[stupid mark] 7:11PM, Yeah okay. I deserve that one.

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[New Message] from stupid mark 7:24AM, Can I call you?

[stupid mark] 7:24AM, I seriously hate texting ;/

[you] 7:25AM, is it because of the wrong groupchat thing or your cast?

[stupid mark] 7:25AM, ......both lol

[you] 7:25AM, okay but I’m in bed bby its so early

[stupid mark] 7:25AM, Perfect!! then you don’t have to move ! 

[stupid mark] 7:25AM, Just close your eyes and talk to me :^)

[you] 7:26AM, you can talk to everyone else whos awake :^)

[stupid mark] 7:25AM, Everyones getting their hair done and stuff

[stupid mark] 7:26AM, And I’m handicapped let me call you.

[you] 7:26AM, wooooow ‘handicapped’ you can’t text me

[Incoming Video Call] stupid mark 7:26PM

[stupid mark] 7:2APM, Pick up!! please!!

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[New Message] from sore loser 11:20PM, :((((

[you] 11:21PM, mark? 

[you] 11:21PM, whats wrong?

[sore loser] 11:22PM, Do you want to come with me to the doctors get my cast off tomorrow? 

[you] 11:22PM, huh????

[you] 11:22PM, I mean yeah sure but

[you] 11:22PM, whats with the sad face?

[sore loser] 11:23PM, No! I’m happy! but sad ;/

[sore loser] 11:23PM, I get to be on stage again but ;( I can’t play damsel in distress anymore haha

[sore loser] 11:23PM, If I call you over, you’ll still come right?

[you] 11:24PM, depends.........

[sore loser] 11:24PM, See!! 

[you] 11:24PM, I’m just kidding lmao

[sore loser] 11:24PM, Oh

[sore loser] 11:24PM, So... You’ll still shampoo my hair sometimes? ;/ or like sit on my lap,,and stuff ;/// ??

[you] 11:25PM, you know I’ll do all those things regardless whether your arm is broken or not

[sore loser] 11:25PM, You’re the best 

[you] 11:25PM, plus you still owe me one :^)

[sore loser] 11:25PM, Oh yeah! I do !!

‘you changed [sore loser] to [<3]’

[<3] 11:26PM, Hahaha cute

[<3] 11:26PM, Okay :))))

[<3] 11:26PM, I’ll give you what I owe you tomorrow after we go doctors ;) <3

[you] 11:27PM, perfect

[<3] 11:27PM, Yeah, perfect :))

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[New Message] from <3 9:34AM, Yeah, oops. Not so perfect..... omg I’m sorry

[you] 9:34AM, yeah your arm is like jelly its weird

[<3] 9:34AM, Hahahahaha

[<3] 9:34AM, In three weeks then?

[New Message] from <3 9:36AM, You can’t just leave me on read !!!!!!!!!

[You are Video Calling <3 ...] 9:36AM