#since then i’m just so down dude. i’ve been trying to stay positive but i’m so honestly close to deactivating now

[archduke-enver-gortash]

[marvelfanfn2187a113]

My Turn

Sam and Dean Winchester x little sister!reader

Requested by Anonymous

Synopsis: you’ve been spending too much time with Sam, so Dean brings out an old tradition to get some more time with you

“Move your head, moose, I can’t see!”

“Moose? You’ve been spending too much time around Crowley.”

“It’s not my fault he’s locked in our dungeon.”

“Would you just focus?”

“I don’t need focus to beat you, Sammy.”

Dean wandered into the living room of the bunker where his siblings were squabbling.

“Mario Kart?” He questioned. “Since when do we have Mario Kart?”

“Since we went out and bought it yesterday,” Sam answered. “And our delusional baby sister here actually thinks she’s better than me.”

“This is the third time in a row that I’ve gotten first place, Sammy. I don’t think; I know.”

“Yeah well, you’re gonna eat your words right after you eat this.”

“No no no don’t you dare-“

It was too late. Sam sent the blue shell hurdling towards you, and just before you passed the finish line it spun you out, and Sam managed to squeeze by you.

“Aw come on!” You whined, but when the awards page shone on the screen, a smirk broke out on your face. “Ha! Even your treachery couldn’t beat out my victory!”

“Hey, you may have won the gold, but I won Rainbow Road.”

“If that makes you feel better, I’ll let you have that,” you taunted.

“Hey we got another controller?” Dean asked. “I think it’s time I show you both who the real champ is.”

“Here, take mine,” Sam stood. “I’ve gotta do some research in the library.”

“I wanna come!” Sam grunted in surprise when you leaped off the couch and onto his back.

Dean watched Sam carry you out of the room, an unpleasantly familiar feeling bubbling up in his stomach.

The three of you had always been inseparable, but lately you and Sam had been stuck together like Velcro.

He wanted to spend more time with you, but he wasn’t sure how to get you away from Sam.

Then suddenly, an old solution came to him.

…

Sam looked up in surprise when Dean took baby Y/N out of his hands.

“Hey,” he grumbled, but Dean just smirked.

“Mine,” he insisted, carrying you over to his bed and sitting down with you. “You’ve been hogging her attention all afternoon.”

“She’s not a doll, Dean,” Sam protested.

“Complain all you want, but it’s my turn.”

…

“What are you-“

Sam shushed his brother as he gently lifted three-year old you out of Dean’s hands.

“Mine,” he smirked, cradling your sleeping form in his arms.

“Dude, c’mon, you can’t just-“

“Shh, you’re gonna wake her up. Suck it up, jerk, it’s my turn.”

…

Sam rubbed his face, willing his eyes to stay open.

“You feeling any better?” He asked quietly, to which you shook your head.

“I’m back, and I got food,” Dean announced as he stepped into the motel. One look at Sam, and he frowned. “Did you get any sleep?”

Sam stood and moved away from you to speak to Dean.

“Her fever spiked, I’ve been trying to bring it down.”

“I’ve got her now, you go get some sleep alright?” Dean walked over to where you were positioned on the couch and lifted you into his arms, carrying you to his bed.

“You sure?” Sam yawned.

“Yeah,” Dean insisted. “It’s my turn.”

…

Dean shook his head to clear it of the memories as he marched into the library.

“Hey Dee,” you greeted.

“Hey,” he reciprocated with a smile as he stepped up to your chair, leaning down and lifting you into his arms.

“What the-“ you protested, and Sam butted in with a-

“What are you doing?”

“Mine,” Dean insisted as he started towards the living room.

“Dude what the heck?” You asked, but Sam started to laugh.

“Dean she’s not three anymore.”

Dean just grinned.

“Complain all you want, but it’s my turn.”

…

“What was that?”

You demanded as Dean dumped you unceremoniously into Baby’s passenger seat.

“That was me taking you out for a drive.”

“I’m pretty sure that was actually kidnapping.”

“Kidnapping?” Dean scoffed. “Don’t be ridiculous, you love going for drives with me.”

“Dean, you picked me up and dragged me out here, I think that’s called kidnapping,” you frowned. “And what did Sam mean when he said I wasn’t three anymore?”

Dean chuckled, “You don’t remember? When you were little, and one of us was holding you for too long, or spending too much time with you, the other would just kinda…” Dean searched for a word. “Steal you, I guess you could say. You loved it, I think the attention kinda went to your head.”

“So you came in there and carried me away like your favorite doll or something because Sammy was hogging me?” You giggled.

“Hey, don’t let it go to your head again,” Dean grumbled.

“You know you could’ve just asked.”

“I asked to play Mario Kart and you guys dipped. Figured I’d try a more traditional approach,” Dean smirked.

“Sorry,” your voice suddenly got more somber.

“Nah nah, none of that,” Dean demanded. “I didn’t come out here looking for sympathy, I came out here looking for a good time.”

“Ok then,” you grinned suddenly and reached to turn on the radio. “Let’s have a good time.”

…

“Mine.”

You gasped in surprise when you felt yourself lifted off the ground the moment you stepped into the bunker.

“Dude, seriously?” Came Dean’s voice from behind you.

“Hey you started this game,” Sam retorted. “I’m just continuing it.”

“Hey guys,” you huffed. “Why don’t we just all hang out?”

“What do you have in mind?”

…

“Ha! Take that, now I’m winning!”

“Wanna bet?”

“Oh you did not,” Dean groaned when you nailed him with a red shell, passing him quickly before beating him to the finish line.

“I do believe that’s the end of round 17,” you smirked. “And as you can see from the tally marks, it ends in my favor, so suck it!”

Sam grumbled, “I think someone’s ego needs to be knocked down a peg.”

“You’d have to beat me to do that,” you laughed.

“Or,” Dean interjected. “We could finally give up on this and watch a movie.”

“You’re just saying that because you know you’ll never win.”

“Oh no no no,” Dean argued. “That taunt might’ve worked with me eight rounds ago, but I mean it, I’m done.”

“Fine,” you grinned. “But winner gets to pick the movie.”

The boys grumbled, but relented.

Two hours later, the credits rolled and Dean looked over to see you fast asleep on the couch. He stood and moved to pick you up, but Sam beat him to it.

“Hey-“ Dean began, but Sam cut him off.

“Uh-uh, go on I’ve got her. It’s my turn.”

[imnotasuperhero]

Sweet Blessing.

Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Summary: That your relationship with Wanda failed epically wasn’t news to anyone. Much less when you’ve accepted an internship at the other side of the world. But when a family desicion bring you and Wanda together once again, you couldn’t help the old feelings that resurfaces at seeing her. But would the feeling be returned or were they meant to just exist in the confines of your heart?

A/N: MY DUDES! I’VE GOT ANOTHER STORY TO TELL! This one is a teasing chapter (not really yet) introducing baker!Wanda since, lesbe honest, we all need it. Obviously, I still don’t know how long it’ll be, but I’ll try to add as little angst as I can for we all need a smooth ride, lol. I hope you like this enough to want more. Let me know your thoughts! And even tho this will be focusing on the present, there’ll be a bunch of flashbacks to fill in the holes, so they’ll be writen in cursive.

A/N 2: THANKS FOR THE 1K+ FOLLOWERS! I really appreciate it (:

Part I, Part II, Part III

Looking up from the red icing on your hands, you discarded your task of decorating the cookies your mom had baked for Valentine's Day. Walking as fast as your small legs allowed, you frowned at the small interaction your dad was having with a boy not much older than you.

“This is not right, kid.” Your dad’s stern voice had you shivering from head to toe even if you weren’t the one under his judgment. “Where are your parents?”

“I know, sir.” The blue-eyed boy stayed with his gaze down.

“Then, why did you do it?” Your dad’s voice was tinted with suspicion, and you knew he wasn’t mad. Having been the target of his reprimands more often than not, you’ve learned to differentiate the ones where he basically grounded you from the ones that meant to discover what laid under the surface.

Sensing the discomfort in the boy, you found yourself walking towards him, placing a hand on his shoulder.

“It’s okay. We can help,” you smiled timidly when he looked at you.

You felt your dad’s eyes dart towards you, but you ignored it for your own sake. And the boy’s, too.

The patch of clothing under your hand wasn’t enough to hide the boy’s nervous movements, so you applied enough pressure hoping it won’t scare him off.

You smiled when he spoke again.

“I’m sorry, sir. It’s my and my sister’s birthday and I wanted to cheer her up with a cupcake. My parents… they can’t afford a cake.” His voice was barely audible, and if you tried harder, you could’ve sensed the lump in his throat.

“I understand, son.”

“I am not your son,” the boy frowned spitefully.

“I’m sorry,” your dad smiled something mockingly, but thankfully only you could see it, for the boy seemed truly upset about it.

Feeling for the boy, you smiled toothily as an idea popped up.

“Can we give him a cake? I promise I’ll pay for it,” you tried hopefully. “Everyone deserves a cake on their birthday,” you pouted profusely, ready to kneel in front of your dad if necessary.

Laughing, your dad rolled his eyes at your antics. “I have a better idea,” he winked at you before turning his attention to the boy. “Why don’t you go get your sister so you can both choose one? Tell your parents it’s on the house,” he stood up from his kneeling position and patted the boy’s shoulder. “What’s your name?”

“It’s Pietro, sir,” The boy- Pietro answered with a timid smile.

"Alright, Pietro, see you in a bit." Your dad ruffled Pietro’s hair before walking away to another table that requested his presence.

"Wait. Are you guys serious?" His blue eyes opened wide as the information sank in, making you giggle.

"We're serious. Now, go get your sister before it rains!" You pushed him softly as you smiled back at him, watching him go.

Feeling happy that those kids will have a birthday cake, you went back to the back to finish the cookies before your mom found out. After all, you didn't know how long it'd take for Pietro and his sister to show up.

True to your senses, the twins arrived after half an hour, which gave you plenty of time to finish your tasks and even get yourself a piece of brownies.

"Dad! They're here!" You smiled toothily as you walked through the swinging door, dragging your dad with you.

"Calm down, sweetie," he chuckled as he took his hand off your grip, following you.

"Hi, Pietro! Hi, Pietro’s sister! I'm Y/N," you extended your hand toward the girl, who eyed you through her long lashes cautiously.

"Hi! This is my sister, Wanda," Pietro smiled, pushing her sister to take your hand, which she accepted reluctantly.

"Hi, Wanda! Happy birthday, guys!" Your dad greeted them with an endearing smile. "Come this way," he signaled to the big display counter with an acceptable variety of cakes. "Help them choose and let me know when they decide." Your dad kissed the top of your head and walked away to a new customer.

"Okay, guys. Let's make business," you squared your shoulders like you did when your parents allowed you to help the clients around. "What are your favorite flavors?" You asked, eyeing the cakes, ready to offer them the choices.

"I like chocolate, but just for today I'm willing to accept Wanda's favorite which is vanilla," he said with his eyes glued to the glass.

"No way!" You looked up, looking at them with the brightest smile you could muster. Finally, you'd be able to offer them what you thought was your million-dollar idea. "Today is your lucky day! We have both flavors in one! And it has chocolate ganache," you pointed to the brown cake at the bottom left.

"What you say, sis? You want that one?" Pietro looked at the smaller girl by his side, who just shrugged.

"Okay," her small voice was imperceptible, which had you looking at her brother for confirmation.

Looking intently into the girl’s eyes, you could see the sadness in them and all of you wanted to close the distance between you two and hug her tightly. But you weren’t too oblivious to step into her personal bubble without being invited. The girl was nothing like her brother. And that only made you want to know her.

“You ready, guys?” Your dad came by your side, the cardboard box in his hands was settled over the countertop ready to be filled.

“Yes, sir. We’re having that one,” Pietro pointed out with his small finger.

“Perfect choice,” he looked down at you with his typical smirk. “Are your parents outside?”

“Uhh, no. They’re busy,” Pietro quickly rushed. And he might have missed his sister’s frown, but you didn’t.

“Allow me to bring you guys home? It’s already late for you to be outside,” your dad offered, not really caring about the effort.

“No.” This time, Wanda spoke. Her eyes finally looked up and you couldn’t help the funny feeling you felt in your belly.

“We just want to help,” you pouted.

“We don’t need your pitiness,” the brunette’s eyes pierced your soul. “I’ll pay you back when I’m able to work. Let’s go, Pietro.” Wanda turned around without giving you a second glance, leaving you alone to pick up the broken pieces.

“I- I’m sorry about that,” Pietro looked from his sister to you. “She’s not feeling good, is all. I thank you both so much,” he smiled heartily at your dad as he accepted the closed box. “I’ll never forget this,” he nodded shortly.

Rounding the counter, you side-hugged him as tight as you could, having noticed his glassy eyes. “I hope we can be friends.”

“I’d like that,” he smiled hopefully. “I better go, my sister is waiting.”

“Pietro?” You called after him.

“Yeah?”

“I hope your birthday turns out well,” he offered two cookies you had taken from the display, not really caring about your parents. “Wanda’s, too. You both deserve happy birthdays and we’ll be here if you guys need help with that.”

“Thank you, Y/N. See you around,” he waved weirdly at you and your dad before he walked out the door.

Stepping through the arrival door, you looked over the crowd for your friend, finding his characteristic white smile accompanying his gleamy eyes.

Running towards Pietro, you discarded your carry-on as you jumped into his arm, inhaling his perfume after so long.

“I missed you, dude!” You hid your face, enjoying his strong arms around you.

“The feeling is mutual,” he held you a few more seconds until you wriggled away from his hold. “How was the flight?” He grabbed your luggage as his free arm closed around your shoulders.

“Ehh, could’ve been better,” you scrunched your nose, remembering your annoying neighbor for the 7 hours the flight took. “Should be illegal to have a random person talking your ear off about their complaints.”

“You should’ve ignored him,” Pietro shrugged.

“I tried. Sadly, my ears hurt if I raised the volume to the maximum,” you sighed.

“Bummer. At least Wanda baked your favorite.”

“Did she?” You stopped your walk, your smile reflecting the warm happiness you felt inside.

“Duh. She missed you, even though she denies it,” he winked knowingly.

“I hope so,” you felt your cheeks flush, but didn’t bother to hide it. Pietro has been your confident ever since you two met.

“You know just because you broke up doesn’t mean the love is gone. Right?” Pietro questioned, opening the passenger door. Always the gentleman he was.

“Doesn’t mean one can’t move on,” you countered.

“Touché.” Pietro closed the door before he trotted to the driver’s, getting into the car.

Pietro’s words replaying over and over did nothing to placate the old thoughts that filled your mind, muffling the songs coming from the car’s stereo, making the drive to your parents' house shorter than what it really was.

The sole fact you’d be facing the girl you've had practically ran away from had your body cells vibrating in anticipation the closer you walked towards the front door and your pulse quickened increasingly fast as you knocked on the door.

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[spgothkidsheadcanons]

Can you write Michael having a crush on reader who's Henrietta's or pete's younger sister, maybe them being an overprotective older sibling.

CUTE CUTE CUTE CUTE

i love this. especially since I am a protective older sibling. so this was super easy to write because I’ve had the pleasure of one of my best friends dating my little sister 😭

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Pete:

- You and Michael have been in a secret relationship for a few months now

- Truth be told, you were getting tired of having to keep it a secret, but Pete has showed disdain for you even thinking about dating his friend

- Now that dating Michael was a reality, you were scared every minute of the day thinking Pete was gonna find out

- It was 2 in the morning when you heard a familiar tune being tapped on your window

- It was your secret code with Michael, and you rushed out your bed and over to your window to let him in

- After greeting each other, you moved to your bed, enjoying each other’s company in almost silence, few words being spoken between you two

- You were laying on your side, Michael’s face buried in your chest as you just laid there

- Everything was peaceful, quiet. just the way you liked it

- That was, until you heard your bedroom door opening, and Pete calling your name to see if you were still awake

- You froze, breath hitching in your throat as your cheeks began to run red

- It didn’t take an idiot to see that you weren’t alone, another figure laying right by you

“Who the fuck is that?” Pete demanded, slamming your door open hard enough for it to knock into the wall. No words came from your mouth, unsure of how you were going to get yourself out of this position. Your lights flipped on, and Pete stomped to the bed, standing over your figure. “Who the fuck is it, (Y/n)?” your brother repeated, crossing his arms as he glared down at you. There was no use trying to come up with an excuse at this point, and all you could do was sigh as you moved the blankets down.

“It’s Michael, Pete. Don’t act like you’re my dad.” you said, rolling your eyes. Michael made no plans to move, keeping his head buried in your chest. Pete’s face contorted into one of disgust, then one of anger. “Dude, what the fuck, Michael? That’s my fucking sister.” the shorter goth hissed, frustration lacing his words. Your boyfriend sighed into your shirt, before turning his head just enough to look Pete in the eyes. “I know, and I know you don’t approve of it or whatever, but I’m not leaving just because you have a problem.” the curly headed goth stated, turning his head back to it’s previous position.

Pete sucked his teeth, his head beginning to hurt. You stayed silent through the interaction, unsure of what to do or say. “You’re a fucking asshole, Michael. I told you to stay the hell away from her. How long has this shit been going on?” Pete questioned, frustration dripping on his words. “Seven months.” you muttered, voice timid as you waited for his response. “Seven… months. Seven?!” Pete exclaimed, repeating your words back. “That’s what they said.” Michael’s voice piped up, muffled by your chest. Pete shot him an annoyed glare, not that your boyfriend could see anyway.

Shaking his head, your brother turned on his heel and began walking to your bedroom door. “Don’t come crying to me when he drops you, (Y/n). And Michael, if you ever hurt them in anyway, I’m going to rip your fucking teeth out. I don’t approve of this shit.” Pete spat, turning your lights off and slamming your door shut. You sighed, your own frustration boiling up. “You’re such a butthead.” you murmured to Michael, kissing the top of his head. He looked up to you, eyes half lidded as sleepyness filled his eyes. “I don’t care. I’d rather have a mad friend than not have you.” he replied, a tired smile crossing his features. You returned his grin, pressing a kiss to his forehead before resting your head back on the pillow. You’d have to deal with Pete in the morning, but for now, you were going to sleep with your boyfriend, and forget what happened.

Henrietta:

- Henrietta wasn’t as mad, but she was definitely aggravated

- She had known Michael for years, and obviously wasn’t gonna be happy over the fact he was dating her little sibling

- You couldn’t even try to get it a secret from her, she had found out way before you had planned on telling her

- Regardless, she wasn’t too happy about the situation, but knew better than to say anything to either of you

- He was her friend, you were her sibling, she didn’t want to ruin the relationship with either of y’all, so she kept her mouth shut

- Henrietta wasn’t going to make it easy for you, though

You were standing infront of Henrietta, arms out as she continued placing safety pins in the prototype of the dress you had on. One of her “payments” for staying quiet about your relationship was that she could use you whenever she needed a mannequin for something she was working on. You felt a sharp sting to your thigh, and you shot your older sister a glare. “That fucking hurt.” you griped, fighting the urge to cross your arms and possibly get stabbed by another pin. “You know what hurts,” she began, not even so much as looking at your face, “Is the fact that my childhood friend is dating my little sibling and they know how I feel about that, yet they still continue to date each other regardless of what I say.” she finished, placing yet another safety pin in the side of the dress.

Michael sat on the couch in her office, leaning his cheek into his palm. A stupid smirk was on his face as he watched you banter with Henrietta, you complaining about the fact you kept getting pricked and her stating her distaste for your relationship. “Well, if you’d stop moving, then you wouldn’t get stabbed.” Henrietta sighed, sitting back to study her pin work. “I think you just hate them.” Michael piped up from his position, taking amusement in the scene infront of him. Henrietta casted him a glare, a scowl breaching her face.

You, on the other hand, looked at him with a smile, nodding your head along to what he was saying. Henrietta turned her attention to you, shooting you the same glare. “I’ll stab you again, bitch. No hesitation.” she threatened, standing up from her sitting position. Michael snickered at your sudden face drop, watching the fear fill your eyes at your older sister’s words. “Stay here, I have to go grab some more fabric. And for God’s sake, Michael, stay on the couch and away from (Y/n). There’s so many pins in that dress, we’ll have to take you to a hospital if you decide to try and get handsy with them.” she warned, stepping out of the office.

You stood in silence, turning to face your boyfriend. “She’s kinda scary now that we’re dating.” you noted, using a hushed tone in case she was listening. “Kinda? This is probably one of the only times I’ve truly been too horrified to do anything but sit here.” Michael agreed, voice whispered to match your own. Still, he made a move to stand, quietly striding over to you. The curly haired man smiled at you, leaning forward to place a chaste kiss on your lips. You happily reciprocated his actions, pressing your lips to his.

Hearing the familiar click of Henrietta’s heels, he placed one last kiss to your cheek before quickly returning to his previous position on the couch. Your sister walked through the door, shooting a mean look to Michael. “I don’t know if you think I’m an idiot, but I know what happened while I was gone.” she said, an accusatory tone on her words. You giggled, straightening your posture and Michael glanced away sheepishly, coughing to cover his own laugh. Henrietta sighed, resuming her place by your side as she picked up some pins. “You guys are gross.” she muttered, placing a pin in the dress on you. You flinched, groaning at the pain of the stab. “You did it again!” you cried out, exasperated at your sister. “I know, that was on purpose.” she replied nonchalantly, never stopping her work. “And I’ll do it again if you don’t stop sucking each other’s face in my house.” she added. You groaned, earning a soft laugh from Michael. This was going to be hell.

[total-drama-takes-takes-2]

tti episode 25 - version 2

“For the past eight weeks, you have been watching Fren, Joner, Peter, Kitty, Mal, O, Sha-Mod, Frollo, Caesar, Austin, Scruffy, Kelly, Courtney, Scary, Max, Staci, Patrick, Bonnie, Ass, and Julia compete in the most heinous, disgusting, dangerous challenges reality TV has seen since 2007. You have watched them laugh, cry, love and receive various injuries, and it’s all come down to this! Two campers remain, and by sundown, only one will be left standing! That winner will go home with a check for one million dollars and the pride of having survived this crummy camp. Our two final campers are about to fight it out in a battle of the exes here on Total! Takes! Island!”

“Welcome back to the island. It's been a grueling past two months for our finalists, so we asked them to record their thoughts before the final challenge,” Chris smiles, pacing around the currently-empty mess hall. 

---

MCLOVIN: “I guess I had a good time. I made a lot of new friends,”

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MICHAEL: “Now people hate my existence and want to kill me! Great job at making new friends, Michela!"

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MCLOVIN: “I’m not too surprised I made it this far. It’s like my mom always says, a positive attitude can get you anywhere!”

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MICHAEL: “I’m honestly shocked I haven’t given up yet. I mean, I was so sure I’d be a mid-season boot and now I’m a finalist!”

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MCLOVIN: “The food? It was okay... when it wasn’t trying to kill me,”

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MICHAEL: “Don’t even get me started on the supposed “food” we had to eat. It’d probably be inhumane to serve that stuff to dogs,”

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MCLOVIN: “The rats in the kitchen wouldn’t even touch it,”

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MICHAEL: “And the people?”

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MCLOVIN: “The people were awesome! Sure, there were some fights, but I’ve never met so many amazing friends than on this island!”

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MICHAEL: “-a bunch of lazy, stubborn, self-centered jerks who only cared about themselves,”

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MCLOVIN: “Sha-Mod and I share a psychic bond! We’re soulmates- bromates! I meant bromates!”

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MICHAEL: “Max is probably one of the most stubborn, rude, unapologetically mean people I’ve ever met, and… I am so glad I met him. I couldn’t have asked for anyone better.”

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MCLOVIN: “Courtney has the coolest hair ever, Julia is super smart…”

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MICHAEL: “I guess that’s about it, really,”

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MCLOVIN: “What will I be remembered for?” he pauses to think. “My personality!”

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MICHAEL: “Um… my hair?”

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MCLOVIN: “Or maybe these!” he stands on the toilet and stomps, his light-up Sketchers blinking.

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Chris leaves the mess hall after announcing the final curtain call will be in thirty minutes. Michael sighs and slumps forward. 

“What’s the matter?” McLovin asks, spooning their final crummy camp meal. 

“I guess I’m just kind of disappointed I didn’t accomplish anything I came here for,” 

“What do you mean? We did lots of awesome stuff and met tons of awesome people!”

“No,” Michael frowns at him. “You did tons of awesome stuff and met tons of awesome people. I just made a bunch of enemies and humiliated myself on national television hundreds of times.”

McLovin’s smile drops and he looks at her. “That’s kind of a depressing way to look at it,”

“That’s reality, dude,”

A silence falls over the two McLovin sighs. 

“Do you think anything’s gonna be the same after we go home?”

“Honestly? Not at all. I just don’t know if I can stay friends with you and Joner after everything. I’ll be alone, but maybe that won't be such a bad thing,” she says, kicking back and putting her feet on the table. “I’ll be putting myself first for once, anyway.”

“Well… I kinda understand. If that’s what you want, then that’s cool. I respect that,” McLovin says, saluting her. “I just wish we could’ve made up.”

“Sometimes that’s too much to ask. I wish you would’ve shown you’ve changed instead of just apologizing,” she stands, leaving her bowl behind half-empty and her former friend with a contemplative look on his face.

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“Alright, campers!” Chris says, leading the two between a pair of wooden bleachers out in the forest. Michael and McLovin can see a track extending into the woods, and both know without saying that that’s where they’re heading next. “Time to welcome back the twenty losers who did not make it here with you today!”

The former competitors walk from the docks. McLovin waves to his friends, who merrily wave back. No one even looks at Michael as they pass to the bleachers. 

“Everyone who is not competing, please take a seat in the peanut gallery of failure! The side you choose should represent who you’re rooting for in the finale,” Chris says, directing the crowd to the bleachers behind him. Each has a large banner with either contestant's face on it. 

Sha-Mod and Courtney are the first to sit on McLovin’s side, followed shortly by just about everyone else. Only one person is sitting in Michael’s gallery. 

Max waves from the empty bleachers. Michael smiles and waves back. 

“Okay, a little surprising, but wow,” Chris says. “Can we get a few more volunteers to pity-join? Makes it more suspenseful.”

“Come on, guys!” McLovin yells to his supporters. “Michael is really… cool and nice and stuff!”

A few contestants raise eyebrows. He sighs. “Staci, Scruffy- um, the tall one- Peter, Kelly,”

Much to their annoyance (and McLovin’s surprise at having people actually listen to him) all of the selected losers get up and move without complaint. Michael rolls her eyes, but she still gives McLovin a slightly grateful look. 

Max hops down from the bleachers and runs over to her, ducking under Chef before he can stop him. “You got this, okay?” he says, holding her hands. 

Chris rolls his eyes and jabs a thumb in their direction, sending Chef over to collect him. Chef grabs Max by the back of his collar and drags him back to the stands. “I believe in you!” he yells before he’s promptly sat down. 

Frollo sits in the middle space between the bleachers on the ground, eternally reading his Bible. 

Chris walks over. “Um, dude, you gotta pick a side,”

He rolls his eyes. “Both of these players are sinners, and-”

Chef walks over, picks him up, and tosses him onto Michael’s side, the few losers already there ducking to avoid him as he shrieks and flies across the screen. 

“Go, MC!” Courtney shouts. 

“Yeah, go support the endless cog of capitalism!” Ass says sarcastically. Courtney smacks them upside the head. 

“McLovin, this is your chance to tell the peanut gallery what you would do with the money if you won,” Chris says, pointing at him. He smiles. 

“I’ve had a lot of time to think about it, and I finally chose just two things I’d want to do with the money,” he says. “First, I’d save half of it for art school and my future living expenses.”

Joner and Michael both raise an eyebrow. 

“And then with everything I have left, I would give everyone who competed on this show an even portion of the money. Including Michael!” 

Everyone aws at that, and everyone on Michael’s side aside from Max silently gets up and walks back over to McLovin’s. Even Frollo’s unconscious body slumps off the stands and rolls over to the other bleachers. Max groans and smacks his forehead. 

“Michael?”

“I would probably save most of it in a secure bank account for my future. And maybe get new skates,”

Everyone stares at her blankly. She sighs. 

“Alright, it’s time for the final challenge: the rejected Olympic relay race!” Chris shouts. “There are three parts: first, each of you has to put on one of these,” he smiles, holding a chicken hat in his right hand and a cow hat in his left. He hands one to each. “Dressed in your very special uniforms, you will run to the first location and shimmy up the pole to grab your flag. Next, you’ll cross a 300m balance beam suspended across a massive gorge while carrying an eagles egg. After is a long distance run back to this location. Whoever gets here first wins!”

The peanut galleries cheer as Michael and McLovin look at each other. 

“Good luck,” he says, adjusting his chicken hat. “You deserve to win.”

Michael stares. “I don’t need your pity,”

“Go, McLovin!” Sha-Mod shouts from the stands. 

“Kick her ass, MC!” Julia yells before a large rock from Michael’s bleachers hits her in the back of the head. She slumps onto Scruffy in the row below, unconscious. 

“Anyone else?!” Max yells from offscreen. 

“Ready!” Chris shouts, waving around a checkered flag. “Set? Go!”

McLovin and Michael start off, the latter in the lead. Michael reaches the flagpole first and takes a leaping jump to the base, scaling it with ease. 

The pencil arrives next and attempts to inch his way up the pole like a worm. “Use your freakishly long limbs!” Ass yells from the stands, still dizzy from Courtney's blow. 

McLovin whimpers and extends his arms higher, grabbing the flag at the same time Michael hops off. 

“How do I get down?!” he yells. 

“Figure it out! You got this!” Courtney yells back. 

McLovin frowns and jumps down, landing on his butt. The crowd winces. 

“Get up, dude!” Sha-Mod yells. “She’s not far ahead!”

Michael approaches the gorge and peers over the edge, where sharks are swimming in the water below the thin, rickety planks of wood. She swallows nervously but runs back around to the eagles nest behind her, grabbing an egg and hiding it in her parka before she begins to cross. 

McLovin follows, snatching an egg and holding it above his head while closing his eyes and screaming, running across the thin plank of wood. 

“You might wanna look where you’re going, dude!” Chris shouts. “Those eggs weren’t for nothing!”

A few campers catch up to the players, stopping behind Chris and looking around the skies nervously. 

Scruffy yells from the edge of the gorge. “McLovin, there are eagles! Huge eagles! And-” another rock hits them square in the temple and they fall backwards. Max tosses another stone from one hand to the other while glaring at the other losers. 

“What did they mean by-” Michael starts before a massive eagle swoops down and lunges for McLovin's exposed egg, talons extended. 

He barely manages to duck, but is thrown off-balance and wobbles around on one foot. The peanut gallery (now on their feet) gasps and watches in terror as he falls to his butt on the plank, but manages to keep himself out of the shark infested waters. 

Michael reaches the other side, pulling the egg out of its hiding place and setting in the nest on stable ground. She starts running again, McLovin (still shaking) not far behind. 

The track takes the two right through camp. “Almost there!” Max yells, one of the campers running behind the contestants. 

“Come on, MC, you got this!” Sha-Mod shouts, a few steps behind Max. “This part is the easiest!”

As he says that, McLovin steps over a suspiciously elevated dirt mound and a huge explosion lets off behind him. 

“What was that?!” Michael shouts as another explosion sounds. 

“Oh, yeah, we had some leftover landmines!” Chris shouts into his megaphone from a safe distance. “Enjoy!”

“Jerk!” Michael snaps, narrowly dodging another massive landmine explosion that takes out the confessional booth.

"Watch out!" McLovin yells, pointing out various lumps of dirt ahead of her.

"I don't need your help!" she snaps back. "I'm not your pity case!"

"What is it gonna take for you to forgive me?!"

"Move. ON!" she shouts, speeding up ahead and jumping over every landmine visible. Another one explodes, sending McLovin backwards.

He screams in terror, covering his eyes and running blindly when he gets up. 

“Get a grip!” Ass yells from behind. “Stop being such a coward!”

“No!” he shouts back. 

Scary scoffs. “Why don’t you just let her win then, nice guy?!”

McLovin frowns and whimpers, standing and stumbling forward. "I can do this!" he affirms himself, a few cheers sounding from the sidelines.

He runs up to Michael, shoving her out of the way as the finish line comes into sight. She falls on her butt and yelps.

"This is pointless!" she yells, refusing to stand. "Who even cares!"

A voice from the sidelines sounds out. "Chel!"

She turns. "Max?"

He waves from off the course, avoiding the landmine-covered track. "You can't give up! Remember what I told you! You didn't come here to make friends!"

Michael sighs. She closes her eyes and stands shakily, clenching her fists. "I want to win,"

"More enthusiasm!"

"I want to win!" she starts off running.

"Yes!"

"I WANT TO WIN!" she yells, catching up to McLovin and shoving him.

"There's my girl!"

His thin body shudders like a piece of paper in the wind and he flies backwards from the force of the push as she crosses the finish line seconds before him.

The peanut gallery cheers, abandoning McLovin on the dirt trail and surrounding Michael.

Max forces everyone in the crowd out of the way, throwing his arms around her and kissing her. The peanut gallery oohs and he glares.

"Mind your own business!"

"And Michael is the winner of Total Takes Island!" Chris says, walking over with a huge check. "Congratulations, camper!"

Chef nods. "Could've seen that one coming,"

Sha-Mod manages to squeeze through the crowd and run over to McLovin, still flat on the ground. He helps him up and hugs him.

"You did good!"

"Yeah, but not good enough," McLovin coughs, wiping the dirt off his pants.

Sha-Mod shrugs. "So? We'll have to work a little harder for our dream house. But we're still getting one, there's no way I'm giving up on a mansion with my boyfriend,"

McLovin blushes and looks over. “Did you mean bromate? Cause I made the same-”

“Nah,” Sha-Mod says, leaning on McLovin’s shoulder. “Bromate’s platonic.”

The crowd continues stirring with excitement as Michael walks past, hand-in-hand with Max. She smiles and gives one last wave to McLovin, who waves back, before the two part ways. 

---

“Here we are at the last TTI bonfire ceremony ever,” Chris says, smiling at the entire cast as they sit around the pit. “After eight brutal weeks of torture, infections, and drama, our season winner is Michael!”

The campers cheer, congratulating Michael as she sits near the center of the group, Max leaning his head on her shoulder.

“Michael, the final marshmallow,” Chris grins, tossing her the treat. She catches it and smiles. “A symbol of prosperity. Treasure it for the rest of your life.”

“Sure," she says, tossing it into the fire seconds later. Max laughs.

The crowd returns to talking amongst each other as Chef comes out of the mess hall with more marshmallows, chocolate and graham crackers for s'mores.

“I don't think I did so bad for last place,” Fren says, kicking back. 

Staci (now bleach blonde, thanks to Kelly’s handiwork) shrugs as she sits between their two friends. “You survived, at least,”

“And we got a right groovy finale, baby!” Austin says, patting her on the back. “Great season, baby!”

“Thank you, Austin,” Chris says smugly. “And to all you viewers at home- thank you for supporting us here at Total Takes Island! We all hope you had a good time watching these teens fight to the death, and we can’t wait to see you next season!”

Everyone turns to him. “NEXT SEASON?!”

[astrowaffles]

The Megumi-Is-Gojo’s-Son Incident

General Audiences | Fluff, chaos, Megumi & Gojo being father & son

"Yeah, yeah," Gojo waved, "Megumi's way more fun to mess with though."

"You do seem to do that a lot," Nobara mused. "It's like you enjoy making him so mad he punches you."

"That was once," Fushiguro pointed out.

"Yeah, and?"

"Alright, settle down," Gojo interrupted. "Megumi has been easy to annoy for as long as I've known him, it's too good to pass up."

"It's not like you've known him for a long time, though," Yuji mused, "He's only 15." Even if Fushiguro had been at school before Yuji, it couldn't have been longer than a few weeks.

"It feels like forever," Fushiguro groaned. He put his head down on the table; Gojo reached across to stroke his hair. Fushiguro slapped his hand.

Maybe Yuji had been too fast to call favouritism. If he was Gojo, he would spend his time annoying Fushiguro too.

Gojo's shit-eating grin had faded into a soft smile as Fushiguro scowled at him from across the table. "I bought you mochi," he offered. He held up a bag, separate from the mix-and-match bundle he'd brought for the rest of the school to share.

 Then again, maybe Yuji had been spot on.

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OR: Gojo is Megumi's dad and Jujutsu Tech doesn't know....yet.

Gojo's missions were something Yuji was used to; he was in and out of Jujutsu Tech at a mile a minute, apparently unable to sit still or stay at home for longer than at a week at a time. Nanami seemed to be in a similar position, though he was much stricter about what he allowed himself to do (if his work took him past five pm, he just walked out - providing no-one was at immediate risk). Gojo would leave at midnight, stopping by the dorms to leave notes and training ideas for his students, and come back at 5am the next day. Yuji knew he was back because the doughnuts had been taken out of the cupboard. In this case, Gojo had left at a normal time (11am) but he hadn't been back in two weeks, or maybe more.

When Gojo was away, training was left to the students. Yuji had technically been assigned to make sure Fushiguro didn't retreat into his room - never to return to the outside world - but it was so difficult to drag him out when Gojo wasn't there to annoy his student through the door. 

"Come on, Fushiguro," Yuji wheedled, "I know you don't wanna be in there all the time!"

"I do," Fushiguro argued. Yuji heard him shift on his bed, probably to face the door since his voice became clearer. "I do quite a lot, actually."

"You have to train!"

"I have done. I have trained almost constantly for the past week."

Okay, so that wasn't wrong, he really had been training plenty. Still, he'd been training alone, and Yuji had a purpose.

"Gojo said you have to be nice to me," he tried; Fushiguro didn't really like authority but it was probably worth a try.

"Gojo isn't the boss of me."

"....Yes he is?"

"Semantics."

"That's not semantics!" A pause. "What are semantics?"

A loud sigh, then the door swung open to reveal Megumi (dressed, but not dressed for training).

"Dude, why aren't you dressed for training?" Yuji asked.

"Because I'm not going to train? Rest is important."

"I don't think I've ever heard you say you're not going to train. You're always training."

"If I'm always training, why are you here?"

Ah. Oops. Hadn't thought of that.

"To train with you! You've really left me alone this week, Fushigurooooooo-"

"Shut up."

"Bro! Don't you want to hang out with me?"

"Not really. I like my space."

"You're talking to me right now though."

Fushiguro shut the door. In Yuji's face.

"Rude."

"Not rude!" Fushiguro called through the door. "Self-preservation!"

"Rude!" Yuji called back. He didn't get a reply.

"Woah, what's going on here?" a voice asked from behind him.

"Fushiguro won't - wait, Gojo?!"

"Hey there," Gojo grinned. He looked pretty tired, but he held out one of his shopping bags to Itadori with a smile. "Look in there, I brought souvenirs!"

"Ooh!!" Yuji shoved a hand into the bag, rustling countless packets of sweets and plastic-covered statues. "Where even did you go?"

"Oh, all over," Gojo waved an airy hand. "You can pick anything you like."

Yuji nodded to show he'd heard, still submerged in various souvenirs. Gojo looked towards Fushiguro's door.

"Megumi in his room?"

"Yeah. Said rest was important."

"He never says that."

"I know!"

Gojo hummed but didn't say anything else. Yuji looked up. "Why? You think something's up?"

"Maybe." He reached out to tap lightly on the door. "Gumi? You in there?"

Yuji couldn't help noticing that Fushiguro opened the door at lot faster for Gojo than for him. 

"What." Fushiguro snapped, though his expression softened a bit when he saw Gojo properly.

"Heard you were resting," Gojo commented.

"Yeah."

"Been training this week?"

"Yeah. Just .. resting now. Might have overtrained, or something."

"But you've been super careful," Yuji pointed out. "And you've been looking after yourself really well."

Gojo inclined his head. "Yeah, he's good like that." He took a step forward. "Colour?"

"Blue." Fushiguro stepped aside so there was space for Gojo to get past him into the room. Gojo did just that; the door closed. Low murmuring could be heard, and a thunk which was probably Fushiguro hitting his head on a wall in frustration (as he was wont to do).

Yuji scowled.

"Rude."

  "And then," Yuji complained, "They shut the door on me!"

"Well, they left you with the souvenirs," Nobara commented, reaching into the bag of sweets Itadori had brought her. 

"That's not the point! It's basically favouritism!" 

"It's not like it hurts you if Gojo wants to make sure Fushiguro's okay."

"But he was fine! I know he was fine! He was just being - antisocial, or something!"

"Sometimes people need to recharge."

"Why are you on Fushiguro's side?!"

"I'm on the side of justice," she replied primly, crunching on her snack. "Seriously, though, he gets like this at least once a month. He'll be fine but maybe Gojo just wanted to make sure it didn't hurt his cursed energy."

Yuji considered this, though he highly doubted it was true. "Maybe. Whatever, it's still favouritism. Where was Gojo when I had that cold last month?"

"He got you medicine and tea. And ramen. That's where he was."

"Shut up."

"I'm right."

"...No you're not."

"I am."

"Nope."

"Just admit it!"

"Admit it's suspicious!"

"Suspicious how?!"

"Suspicious that he's checking on Fushiguro!"

"How is that suspicious??"

"I don't know! What was that whole 'colour blue' thing about?"

"They've been doing that all the time, Itadori, keep up."

"See, they've always been suspicious! So suspicious!"

"You mean they've always cared about each other."

"Same difference."

"Not really."

"I'm never talking to you again."

  Gojo had chosen to eat with them since he'd been on a mission so long, which meant Fushiguro did a lot more eyerolling and sighing than normal, but other than that he seemed okay. Yuji decided it was probably better not to bring up the odd behaviour in case it triggered it all over again.

"Look, Megumi!" Gojo was saying. He was waving around some kind of sprinkles packet. "It's you!"

"Hilarious," Fushiguro deadpanned. 

"It's me too!" Nobara argued.

"How is it either of you?" Yuji demanded, reaching out a hand for the packet. Gojo gave it to him with a smirk.

"It's rainbow," Fushiguro sighed. 

"And I am what is commonly known as a homosexual," Nobara proclaimed proudly, like it was a trophy she'd won.

"So...Fushiguro and you are gay?"

"I'm pan, I wish Gojo would stop this stuff," Fushiguro complained. Gojo shrugged.

"It's good for you to be clowned a bit, Megumi, God knows Tsumiki would never let me before."

Fushiguro rolled his eyes (he was currently running three for three on exasperated reactions). "Is this the pain of getting older? Being bullied by you?"

"Too right it is!" Gojo nodded. "Stay vigilant. You never know when I might attack next~"

"Shut up," was Fushiguro's only comment, before he turned back to his food. Nobara huffed.

"We were talking about me being gay, not whatever Fushiguro's got going on."

"Yeah, yeah," Gojo waved, "Megumi's way more fun to mess with though."

"You do seem to do that a lot," Nobara mused. "It's like you enjoy making him so mad he punches you."

"That was once," Fushiguro pointed out. 

"Yeah, but you're never living it down."

"That's your fault, though!"

"Yeah, and?"

"Alright, settle down," Gojo interrupted. "Megumi has been easy to annoy for as long as I've known him, it's too good to pass up."

"It's not like you've known him for a long time, though," Yuji mused, "He's only 15." They'd only joined Jujutsu Tech that year, so even if Fushiguro had been there before Yuji, it couldn't have been longer than a few weeks.

"It feels like forever," Fushiguro groaned. He put his head down on the table; Gojo reached across to stroke his hair. Fushiguro slapped his hand.

Maybe Yuji had been too fast to call favouritism. If he was Gojo, he would spend his time annoying Fushiguro too.

Gojo's shit-eating grin had faded into a soft smile as Fushiguro scowled at him from across the table. "I bought you mochi," he offered. "As a souvenir." He held up a bag, separate from the mix-and-match bundle he'd brought for the rest of the school to share.

Then again, maybe Yuji had been spot on.

"Where's my bag of mochi?" Nobara demanded, like a mind reader.

"It's probably in there somewhere," Gojo said defensively, gesturing to the huge bag he'd given Yuji. He passed the bag to Fushiguro, who passed it to Nobara. Gojo made a noise of offense.

"Hey, that's for you!"

"I don't really like sweets," Fushiguro reminded him, with an air of someone who has this conversation once a week.

"Everybody likes sweets!"

"Well, clearly not, because I don't."

"I'm not complaining," Nobara observed, her mouth already full. "Good for you, Fushiguro." She smacked Yuji's hand as it attempted to reach into the box. "Get your own."

"That's not even yours!"

"Finders keepers."

"Oh my god," Fushiguro sighed heavily, "Share and stop whining." He took the box from Nobara and gave it to Yuji, then fished in the bag for another box which he gave to Nobara. "Happy?"

"Ooh, strawberry," Nobara beamed. "Extremely happy."

Gojo pouted. "Why don't you want what I brought you?"

Fushiguro put his hand, palm up, on the table. Gojo put his hand on it. "Sorry, Gojo, but you know I don't like them."

"Why are you two acting like star crossed lovers or something?" Yuji commented. Fushiguro immediately retracted his hand with a look of disgust.

"Ew, don't ever say that again," he snapped. "That's actually disgusting."

"And illegal," Gojo interjected, though he seemed to be enjoying Fushiguro's reaction. 

"Stop smirking at me!" Fushiguro told him sharply. "You know it's horrific."

"I mean, if you were legal age it wouldn't be that bad..." Nobara mused, then she shook her head. "No. Still weird. Yuji needs to go sit in the corner and think about what he's done."

"Sorry! You just seem really close."

"Well, I have known Megumi for a long time." Gojo took on an almost nostalgic impression. "Oh, I miss those days. Days when I could turn up to parent-teacher conferences and horrify everyone by asking him if he'd remembered not to tuck his thumb in when he punched. Days when he could look at me with absolute disgust because I tried to feed him ice cream. Days when he said he hated me for messing with his toy animal collection but then apologized to me by letting me hug him. Days when his little eight-year-old eyes-"

"EIGHT?!" Yuji yelped. "How have you known him that long?!"

"I've known Gojo since I was six." Fushiguro's expression was somewhat tortured. "What a horrific nearly-ten-year experience it has been."

"What, so you've been taught by Gojo since you were six?" Nobara asked. "That's a bit unfair, no? No wonder I'm behind!"

"Taught, raised, parented, all that jazz," Gojo said, his dramatic dream-like tone causing Fushiguro's scowl to deepen.

"Raised?!"

"Gojo is my legal guardian," Fushiguro monotoned. "He has played the role of a slightly absent, extremely irritating father for almost all of my memory."

"Aw, Gumi!" Gojo cooed. "That's so sweet of you!"

"So when you actually called Gojo Dad that one time..." Yuji's eyes widened.

"Yeah, it really wasn't as abstract as you thought," Fushiguro nodded. "Still embarrassing."

"He used to call me Satoru," Gojo divulged, leaning forward as if finally interested in the topic. "'Toru if he was feeling affectionate."

"Awwwwwwww," Nobara smiled. "That's disgustingly sweet. Who knew Fushiguro had it in him."

"So.." Yuji was on a roll now. "That whole 'colour blue' thing..."

"Megumi was a bit down," Gojo agreed. "He's a bit emotionally constipated, poor thing-"

"Hey!"

"-But that's how we make sure he doesn't break anything-"

"If I'm emotionally constipated, it's your fault!"

"I never said I wasn't emotionally constipated too!"

"You certainly implied it!"

"I would never do something so rude! You know me, Gumi-Gumi, always out to do my bit for the world~"

"You have threatened to commit genocide multiple times."

"Now, now, that's classified information-"

"God, they really are father and son," Nobara said, muffled a little by the last of her mochi. She wrinkled her nose as Gojo and Megumi pulled the exact same expression.

"The apple never falls far from the tree," Yuji agreed, watching them start to arm wrestle. "It's nice, though."

"Hear that?" Gojo crowed, pausing his competition. "They think we're related!"

"Oh my god," Fushiguro groaned. "Kill me now."

A03 | Exclusives | Tip Me | Commissions

[showfallmediaarchivist]

TW FOR VIOLENCE, SEDATIVE USE, BURIED ALIVE. READ AT OWN RISK.

[Transcript Begins.]

[The Camera is positioned in someone's front pocket, giving a view of an incredibly wrecked room. The only area seemingly not crumpled is the bed, in which the person is sat on. It is just opposite the door, seemingly to the room.]

?: You're okay, you're safe, you're okay. Just keep the bandages on.

[Voice Identified: William Keane.]

[A sharp knock on the door is heard.]

?: Can I come in?

[Voice identified: Cassius.]

W: Oh, y-yeah! Come on in, excuse the, uh, mess?

[The door opens, and Cassius steps in, he glances around the room, before closing the door and walking closer. He appears to be fairly beat up, but he doesn’t acknowledge it, focusing on Will.]

W: Hey, Cass! H-how're you?

C: I’ve been better. I’m fine, though. No need to worry. How are you?

W: The same..do you wanna..talk about it?..

[Cassius stares at Will for a few seconds.]

C: I… can I?

W: Yeah, man, of course! You can sit down, if you want as well?

[Will's arm moves, revealing the appendage to be heavily bandaged to the camera. He taps the bed as an inviting gesture.]

[Cassius nods, and sits down next to them.]

C: If I start to bother you, let me know. I um… haven’t actually been able to talk to anyone about what happened a few nights ago yet.

W: Cass, you can speak to me about anything, dude. Don't feel pressured to, but. You can.

C: Alright. Um… so as you’ve probably heard. The two guys who nabbed me at the bar tried to bury me alive in the forest. I… it’s stupid, but I keep thinking back on it. I thought I was a fucking goner there.

[He clears his throat, bringing his hand up. His hands appear to have slashes in them, he moves his hand back down quickly.]

C: I’ve died so many times before, why would this one be any different, you know? Why did I actually feel afraid this time? I just… I can’t get it out of my brain.

W: Cass, it was a traumatic event. If you had died there, you probably knew it would be a while if someone found you. You could be scared of dying, after living for, well, this long. It's most likely a trauma response, being buried alive is..fucked. fucks with the head, since its a mix of different feelings to the brain. You're allowed to feel scared or sad about it, maybe not to certain people, but here? You can.

[Cassius stays silent for a while. Before saying something quietly.]

C: They called me an ‘it’.

W: They…what?

C: I remember this so fucking clearly. One of them said ‘It’s eyes freak me out.’ I wasn’t even a fucking person to them. I mean, I… I get that some people like to be called that. I’ve met a few people. But it doesn’t sit right with me.

W: that's messed up. They were..if they weren't already dead I'd murder them myself. Cass. You don't deserve things like that being said to you, you hear?

C: I know… I… I just…

W: Yeah?

C: Never mind. It’s stupid.

W: No, it isn't. Nothings stupid in here, alright?

C: … I try to keep my own image as a person in mind. Like, I try to remind myself that I’m still… human. But things like that are…

W:...I know what you mean. Maybe not exactly the same scenario, but trying to remind yourself that you're a human? Some people have, really fucking narrow views, and will think of just one certain ideal, "one specific type of human" or "one specific type of clothing." They're completely wrong. Everything is diverse, including the idea of a human, and I want you to know you fall right into the human category. No matter what assholes say.

C: … Thank you… I really needed to hear that. I… I also need to apologize.

W: What for? There's no need to?

C: No, no, there is. I’m sorry for stabbing Mari through the hand. It was… completely unnecessary.

W: Ah. I..did think it was, until. I realised. Its the strikes, isn't it.

[He nods.]

W: Yeah. Consider it, already fuckin' forgotten, dude. I can't say I wouldn't stab someone's hand if I was in the same position. Already forgiven, no apologies towards me needed. I can pass one on, if you can't?

C: That would be much appreciated.

W: I can do it as soon as I can. And Cassius?

C: Yeah?

W: C'mere.

[The Camera moves, going dark as Will appears to pull Cassius into a hug.]

C: … Thanks, Will.

W: It's no problem. At all.

[After a few seconds, the camera can survey the room once more.]

C: Uh… do you want to talk about… any of this?

[He gestures vaguely around the room.]

W: Ah. I probably should, shouldn't I.

[There's a dry chuckle from William.]

W: Drugged. Got drugged with a sedative, I think?

C: Jesus. That’s…

W: Yeah. Not..not fun.

C: We need to not store sedatives in this building. Or at least not leave them out where people can get to them without difficulty.

W: i..don't know if that would stop xem. She's pretty determined, I'll give xer that.

C: [Muttered.] Fuckin’ Florble. Jesus Christ.

W: The one and fucking only. I..tried to keep xer away? At least to get time, but…did not work. I don't like sedatives. I wouldn't wish that upon anyone. 2nd bad experience with them, really need to stop getting on the bad side of people with access to them.

C: You and me both…

W: Lessons for the future, at least, right?

C: Yeah. Although, I think Ophelia dealt with Nicholas effectively enough that he won’t try that again.

W: I still don't understand why he did that? Like, I don't think there was much motive?

C: Probably just because he thought he could.

W: With what he did to you, and what he recently did to Rose, I have half the mind to permanently destroy his enhancements. I won't, but.

C: As much of an asshole as he is, he’s too used to them. He’s had those extra arms for years. He wouldn’t be as effective of a team member without them.

W: Hmph. Fine. Won't destroy his ribcage, then. But point still stands.

[Cassius laughs loudly, as soon as he stops, he pulls a piece of grass out of his mouth.]

C: How the fuck is there still grass in there.

W:...Cass. They didn't just get a 'bit of dirt' on you. Did they?

C: … do you want the full truth, or the less concerning version.

W: Truth. As long as it doesn't distress you.

C: Um. It wasn’t just a little bit. It was… well. 6 feet. Of dirt. Those fuckers shoveled fast.

W: CASS. THE REASON IT WAS IN YOUR MIND IS MAKING A LOT MORE SENSE NOW. Dude!

C: It’s fine, though! I’m all good!

W: That is not all good! At all! Dude!

[The camera darkens again, as a second hug is given.]

C: Will, I’m fine. It was a close call, but I’m fine.

W: Not letting that happen again. Too close.

C: I’ve had worse happen, honestly.

W: Once again, I put emphasis on this: THAT DOESN'T MAKE IT OKAY!

C: Er, maybe not, yeah.

W: Cass, I'm begging you, get those cuts cared for. Rest.

C: Oh, I was hoping you wouldn’t notice those.

W: …I'm an Archivist for a reason, cass. I'm observant, maybe a dumbass but I see things. Please.

C: I’ve been trying to get some rest, but I had to be there for the job yesterday. I don’t think it would have gone… as smoothly as it did. Not saying it went perfect, but it would’ve been worse.

W: I still need to read that transcript, but I'll trust your word for it.

C: Ah, um. Just a warning. It did go pretty badly. But, luckily, we won’t have to go to that club for jobs again anytime soon.

W:...the club's gone, isn't it.

C: Yeah. Ophelia and Ness burnt it down.

W: Huh. Well. That's that.

C: Speaking of Ophelia… I haven’t seen her since she walked Ness into Marina's house.

W: Sleepover, Maybe?

C: Probably, using that one enhancement takes a lot of energy, and with the scale xe used it at… zey’re probably pretty tired.

W: Ah, definitely knocked out then?

C: Yeah. Likely.

W: Cannot blame xer in the slightest!

C: I think someone was taking a video of the fire when she screamed, because I saw it while I was looking at my phone earlier.

W: Ah, that's. Gonna be a pain to get rid of then, isn't it. Who's gonna do it dyou think?

C: Dunno, I might get Alexander to do something about it. But, then again. Something is probably already being done.

W: Mm. Well, if you want anyone to help, I'm happy to?

C: I’ll let you know if we need any help, thanks for the offer.

W: might as well get comfortable with my job!

[He does say this with a more, lighthearted tone.]

C: Yeah. Uh, do you want any help cleaning your room up a bit? I’m not busy.

W: If you can? I would really appreciate it, Cass. Thank you.

C: It’s no problem, Will. A messy room isn’t ideal for mental health or something, I think Naomi told me that once.

W: That checks out, honestly. I..yeah. Thank you, dude.

[Cassius gets up and makes his way to the centre of the room, he starts picking things up and tidying the room up.]

[The camera jostles as Will moves about also attempting to tidy the room.]

C: Hey, let me do this. Sit back down.

W: No, I'm helping.

C: Incorrect, actually. You’re injured. You need to sit back down.

W: So are you. We could just leave it?

C: No, you let me ramble about the thing that happened a few days ago, so I’m going to help clean up. It’s only fair.

W: It's not like a transactional thing, Cassius, you don't have to.

C: Just let me do this for you, dude.

W:...fine. as long as you rest afterwards.

[The camera stills as William sits back down with a huff.]

C: Fine. You sound like Ophelia.

W: Not necessarily a bad thing.

C: Yeah.

[Will does fidget a bit, moving the camera at random intervals.]

C: Do you want any new things for this place?

W: Maybe….some books?

C: Any preference for genre?

W:I…Don't know actually. I don't think I've ever read an actual book in here that wasn't the stupid files- ..can't say that. Sorry. Maybe a mix?

C: Alright, uh, fair warning. You might end up with several dictionaries. I’m not very good at buying books. I also might have a few older ones in my room, you can have some of those.

W: They're yours, cass, I don't wanna take them from you. And, dictionaries would be pretty funny to have. Imagine pulling one out whilst in an argument-

C: Alexander does that, so fucking often. And then he uses the words wrong.

W: They have examples on how to use them below??

C: I think he does it on purpose. One time he just said ‘perchance’ and then acted like his statement made complete sense.

W: I really wanna know how he thinks things through, and how the hell he comes to conclusions. Amazing.

C: So do I. One time he just walked up to me and said ‘You’re so sucks.’ And left. I don’t even know why he was mad at me!

W: Honestly he may have not been at all, just seems like something he'd do-

C: Yeah. I think he does most of the things he does for shits and giggles. Like his leg enhancements. He has roller skates built in. I asked him why he got those a week after and he just told me he thought it’d be funny.

W: That's. Actually kinda funny, to be honest!

C: Mhm, it was funny, I’ll give him that.

W: I've got to ask him about tha—OW.

[It grabs at his head, the camera position moving]

C: Woah! Hey, are you alright?

[Cassius rushes over, leaving whatever part of the room he was cleaning up.]

W: M-Mhm! It's-it's fine!

C: Are you sure?

W: Kinda?

C: Is it… uh. Okay I genuinely can’t remember the name, so I have to use the name Florble.

[Will laughs, but it's cut short as it grabs his head again.]

W: May just, be headache. Maybe. Hurts a lot.

C: I can go grab some painkillers if you need them. I have a lot in my room.

W: Y-Yeah, if that's, okay?

C: Alright, I’ll be right back.

[Cassius sprints out of the room, the door closing loudly behind him.]

W(?): How..näive.

[Cassius returns a few seconds later, painkillers in hand.]

C: Got them.

W(?): Thank you, so much Cassius, God this hurts..

[Cassius freezes.]

C: ‘God’?

W(?): I don't know, Man, this fucking hurts.

C: … You’re not Will.

W(?): Hm. I said the wrong word, didn't I.

C: Mhm.

?: Well. There's no recovering from that, I suppose. His head truly was hurting though.

C: Because of you? Or because of something else?

?: Oh, because of me. You should've felt Its fear when it realised. Amazing. As it should be.

C: Around a month or two ago I would’ve agreed. But I don’t now. What do you want.

?: Our second session, of course! I did say I need to retrain it.

C: It'd be greatly appreciated if you could explain what that means.

?: Well, I suppose that is in order. I'm assuming you saw what I managed to do yesterday- hold on. The brat bandaged my handiwork. Rude. I was so proud!

[Will's hands reach just above the camera, pulling bandages away from its neck. Cassius seems to tense up.]

?: You see? I'm extremely proud! If the child didn't "help" it, the lesson would have been more affective, but. Suppose that means more lessons for us! You see, I'm teaching it to be less defiant, more..well! Useful! It seems to forget just what it is,with stupid dreams. Wanting to leave, of all things!

C: I see. And you’re going to keep this up for… how long?

?: As long as I can before it breaks! After all, it's "dreams" are also incredibly easy to infiltrate.

C: Hm.

?: Also! I would appreciate access to the sedatives and poisons still, it won't kill it!

[Cassius moves his hands behind his back, a singular quiet crunch can be heard. He smiles.]

C: You can only have access to the first. Poisons are a no.

?: Hm. Spoilsport.

C: Main reason, those are mine. Personal use only.

?: Ah! Thats..understandable. If you hear screaming or yelling, it'll just be this brat. I promise not to kill it!

C: I have one more request, before you… do this.

?: Oh?

C: Since it has two jobs to be doing, instead of one. If it’s busy with something PR related. Wait until that’s over with. I’d hate to lose productivity over a little retraining.

?: That can easily be done! As I said, dreams are easy to get into! Of course!

C: Thank you, Fl– Virus. I only ask because I was considering asking for help with that video of Ophelia.

?: Ah, that's no worries! And, if you come across that..idiot that helped it?

C: Yes?

?: Please remind them that, even if they try to attack me, it's the Archivist they are hurting?

C: Yes, I’ll let them know.

?: Amazing! Do you want the archivist now? Or am I alright to begin?

C: If you could refrain from doing so for a little, that would be wonderful.

?: Hmph, have it your way!

[The aspects of Will's body visible to the camera go slack, and he falls forwards.]

C: … I…

[The camera slips out of their chest pocket as they fall, landing with the lenses pointing at Cassius and William.]

[Cassius doesn’t move, the only movement that can be seen is his breathing.]

[Will is simply lying on the floor, unresponsive yet there are visible signs of life.]

[Cautiously, Cassius takes a few steps. He pauses for a few seconds, then closes the gap, kneeling down at its side.]

C: [Quietly.] Will…?

[There's a noncommittal response from the body on the floor, then a whisper.]

W: What?....

C: You’re back? It’s actually you?

W: I, uh..think?

C: Thank fuck, okay. I have painkillers, if you still need those. And we have to do some actual PR work. I’m really sorry, I tried to help, I swear.

W: I-i believe you, its- fine,its okay. Can I, uhm, have the painkillers? Please?

C: Yeah, here.

[Cassius hands them the painkillers, before standing back up.]

[Will takes them, whilst attempting to get into a better position for taking them. It manages to slot them through the gaps in its muzzle, taking the pills dry.]

C: I’ll… meet you outside. I’m sorry.

[Cassius backs up, and quickly exits the room, closing the door behind him.]

W:.... my fucking head.

[Transcript end.]

[numbknee]

i seek your advice numbknee. i really wanna write my own kyman fics and i have so many ideas for them but i’ve never written a fic before and i’m frightened to dip my toes into it. i’m not a writer, i’ve never written before. like how do you just sit down ans qrite something??? jfkgk i’m so confused, what’s your process or do you have any writing tips? i ask you cuz i love your writing and i look forward to your posts a lot.

That's so awesome, good for you dude!! Writing can be a really fun creative hobby but I totally get where you're coming from. The first fic I ever wrote was for the adventure time fandom 10 years ago (yikes I'm old lol) and I was really scared to post it. I don't remember how exactly I got the courage to finally put it out there but it def feels like diving into the deep end. Just know that everyone has to start somewhere!

The good thing about fanfiction is that it's as "low stakes" as you can probably get when it comes to creative writing. It's not for a job, it's not for any academic assignment, it's just something you do for fun. And I think the culture around fanfiction understands that a lot of writers are amateurs and are generally supportive regardless of your starting level in terms of skill. Personally, I would rather read from an inexperienced writer who's clearly trying their best and has some interesting ideas over a more polished/experienced writer taking themselves too seriously or treating fanfic writing like a competition.

There's no single "correct" way to write, because ultimately you have to do what best suits your own style and preferences. But for me, I generally start out with an idea for a single scene that inspires me and come up with a story around that scene so it fits into a cohesive fic. For example, for my first kyman fic I initially had the idea in my head of Kyle being mesmerized by Cartman dressed in drag and impulsively making a first move on him. I worked backwards from there, so I had to come up with 1) why he was doing drag in the first place, 2) why Kyle would be there watching him, and 3) how they end up alone together so Kyle can make the first move. The last one was the trickiest for me to figure out for some reason, but eventually I came up with the idea of Cartman tripping in his giant heels and injuring himself so Kyle would have to help him inside the house. It was funny but also helped move the plot along.

Planning out the scenes ahead of time like this can help a lot, but also don't be afraid to change things up as you write it out if you think something else works better. Since you have a bunch of your own ideas, start out with the one scene/scenario that inspires you the most and plan it out from there. I'd suggest first writing a shorter one-shot since that's easier to plan for than a longer, multi-chaptered fic. There's a ton of resources online you can find to help with story structure if you're not sure where to start or how to build on your idea. (Like this video about the 6 essential questions of storytelling).

Other logistical things: Make sure you save your work frequently. Spell-check is your friend. If you're not comfortable asking someone to beta-read your fic, use text-to-speech or read it aloud yourself to help catch any mistakes and listen to how sentences flow. I highly recommend using AO3 to publish your work since it has a great tagging system and helps you get visibility because of that, but also ensures your work will stay safe from the whims of corporations destroying/erasing fanworks since it's independently run and funded.

One last thing to keep in mind: it's nice to get positive interaction from the fandom, but ultimately you should write for yourself and your own enjoyment. If you only write seeking the approval of others, you're never going to be happy because you're solely basing your writing's worth on strangers' opinions. There have definitely been fics I've written that didn't get as much interaction as I would have liked, but in the end I was happy I wrote it because it was something I could be proud of having made for myself as my own audience.

Hope this helps! Good luck 👍

[sinsandsuccubus]

I have a request. Jack and Urban get into a fight and he’s annoyed, pissed even and so you defend him. He gets turned on and you bone in the tour bus lol

Team Defense - Jack Harlow

Context: “Don’t hate the player, hate the game.”

Warnings: 18+ ! Sexual activity.

Pairings: Jack Harlow X Fem!Reader ; Urban Wyatt X Platonic!Reader

A/N: shout out to @creme-delacreme for the help.

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Please DO NOT ENGAGE if not older stated age. Reader’s discretion is advised. I am not responsible if YOU CHOOSE to continue.

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Masterlist ☽☾

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“Urban, I’m trying to put this in a nice way, but you’re slacking here.”

“Dude, I’m doing the best I can. What the fuck else do you want me to do?”

The tour bus was empty, just you, Jack and Urban chilling out while the other members of the team moved on with their needed agendas. Jack and Urban had decided to take to the tour bus to look at some photos that Urban had taken while they were traveling.

Recently however, Urban had been falling off, his work clearly not his best. This was, from what could be assumed, due to the fact that his recent hook up had gotten unhooked. And he wasn’t have that shit, at all.

“I don’t know Urb, maybe do your job correctly?!” Jack announced, his voice slowly escalating.

“Shut the fuck up Jack, you wouldn’t know anything about taking photos. All you know is how to sit there and be the pretty boy the industry wants!” Urban responded, his voice matching Jack’s as he stood up to look down at him.

Jack immediately rose to his feet, getting on eye level with his best friend.

“Really Urb? Really?! You know, ever since that bitch dropped you, you’ve been a real fuckin ass and I’m sick of it.”

“Sick of it?” Urban chuckled, stepping to Jack. The two grew closer, basically in one another’s faces.

You had heard the beginning of the argument but decided to remain silent, letting them handle their own business. However, it was when you heard scuffling that you decided to rise from your seated position in the booth and moved to where the two were arguing towards the back of the bus.

At that point, Urban had pushed Jack away from him, anger in his eyes.

“I’ve been following you around this whole time on your career path, and you want to say you’re “sick of it?” I’m sick of you and your fucking egotistic ass.” It was then that you decided to step in.

“Urban, Jack, calm down. Y’all can talk this out.” You tried to reason.

“Don’t tell me what the fuck to do Y/N. Stay out of grown folk's business.” Before Jack could even go to defend you, you took it upon yourself.

“I don’t know who the fuck you’re talking to Urban,” You took the time to look around the bus to emphasize your point.

“But it surely ain’t fuckin me. Jack’s right. Ever since that bitch moved on from you, you’ve been walking around acting like a fucking dickhead, when we all knew that bitch was nothing but a fuckin bum. You and Jack were in this together since y’all were fuckin kids. If anything you’re fuckin dick riding on his career because you wouldn’t be anywhere if Jack hadn’t brought you along with PG. So really, you should be fucking grateful for Jack, especially since he’s been looking out for you, but yo stupid ass got your head in your ass and can’t get it the fuck out. So I suggest you do before you end up doing and saying some shit that’ll fuck up this relationship.” You spoke, stepping to Urban. Despite your height difference, he knew you meant business and what the fuck you said.

“Y/N…” Urban attempted to speak.

“No, don’t say shit to me. The fact that you stepped to your bestfriend like you’re about it really shows where your head is at. And the fact that you even spoke to me that way, knowing damn well I ain’t do shit to you tells me that you need to get your shit together. So Fix-it-Felix, cause this shit ain’t fuckin working. Got it?” You looked at him, anger written all over your face.

Jack stood there in shock, not because you held your ground, no he knew you could do that, but at the fact that you did it not just on your behalf but on his. He found it extremely hot.

He was bricked up.

After taking in your angered face, Urban took a step back from you, grabbing his bag and heading towards the door of the bus.

“I’ll check you guys later.” He spoke, avoiding eye contact with both of you.

“Don’t come back till you get some fuckin sense Urb.” You spoke before the door shut, letting out a loud huff. You turned to Jack, shaking your head as you walked toward him.

“Are you okay baby? What he said was fucked up, sounds like some insecure shit.” You spoke, looking up at Jack, the anger dissipating in your face.

He looked at you with lustful eyes, placing his warm palms on your face.

“Oh, I’m fine ma. But I do have a problem.” He spoke, his thumbs rubbing your cheeks.

“What’s wrong babe?” You spoke, tilting your head. He took your hand and moved it towards his crotch, pressing it to his hard-on.

“Oh…” You spoke, looking at Jack again.

“Did this- Did me defending you turn you on?” You questioned.

“Fuck ma, it did. It was so fucking hot, the way you stood there and made him take it, fuck.” He spoke, forcing your hand to palm at his dick.

“Oh, you’re really turned on from this.”

“Yeah, did you think I was lying? Shit ma.” He grunted out, moaning as you slipped your hands into his pants and boxers, stroking him further. He became putty in your hand, allowing you to push him onto the couch, straddling him.

You began kissing and licking at his neck, soft grunts and puffs of air leaving his lips, your cunt clenching around nothing.

He forced your hips to grind onto him with his hands, moving his face to indulge you in an intense make-out session.

“Fuck baby, need you. Right here, right now.” He groaned, lifting you off his waist to tug at his pants. You quickly moved off him, pulling down yours as well as your underwear to make a pool at your feet.

Immediately Jack grabbed at your hips pulling you to hover over his dick.

He pulled you down, your walls slowly sinking on and grasping at him, for-fronting a deep moan from the two of you. Jack began thrusting almost immediately, your body leaning forward to rest your head in the crook of his neck.

“Shit ma, fuck.” You whined in response, Jack immediately finding that spot to make you keen.

“Fuck yes, Jack, baby, fuck. Please don’t stop.”

“I won’t pretty girl, you feel too good, fuck.”

The sounds of skin slapping filled the air as you began to meet his thrusts, grabbing onto the back of his neck and curls, meeting his lips with a sensual kiss.

You moaned into one another’s mouth, tongues battling for dominance as you reached your peak.

“Baby… I’m getting close.”

“Cum for me. Cum all over me princess, give it to me.” To which you came hard with a grunt, your thighs shaking as your walls clenched and trembled around him.

“Shit!” Jack moaned out before filling you up with his seed, moving to your neck to leave light kisses.

“That was so hot ma.” You laughed at his comment, moving to kiss his lips once more.

“I’ll always defend you, baby. No matter what. Unless it’s controversial and damn right stupid, then you’ll end up like Urban.”

“I’d probably get bricked up from you yelling at me too, shit.”

Before you could comment, the sound of the door opening echoed the room, you and Jack scrambling to pull yourselves together.

“Y’all done fucking in here? Urb wants to talk to you, Jack. Oh, and you too Y/N.” You heard Neelam announce before the door shut.

You looked at Jack as you mixed yourself, nodding at each other’s proper appearances and signaling to head off the bus.

Urban was sitting on the ground outside in the shade, twiddling his fingers nervously.

You and Jack sat down across from him, forcing his head to look up.

“First, I want to apologize to you Jack. I know I’ve been slacking, it’s just…” he paused.

“That shit with that chick fucked me up man. One minute I thought we were good, next thing I know, she’s dismissing us over texts as if nothing happened. What she said to me.. was fucked up. But I should have never taken that out on you, and for that I’m sorry.” Urban announced, his eyes sincere.

“Did you mean anything you said?” Jack asked, his tone soft.

“Fuck no. Okay, sometimes you’re a little egotistic, but still! I love you bro, and I’d follow you anywhere. We wanted this since we were kids, I ain’t goin nowhere.”

“Good.” Jack said as he moved to shake Urban’s hand, doing their handshake.

“And Y/N, I’m sorry I stepped to you like that. That was totally uncalled for. You’re right, you didn’t do anything to me, and it was pretty fucked up for me to even come at you knowing damn well all you want is the best for me. I’m truly sorry.”

“I know Urby.” You nodded, smiling and leaning to kiss his cheek.

“But if you ever do that shit again, I’m reading you for filth.” At your statement, Urban threw up his hands in defense.

“Yes ma’am.”

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[bluewinnerangel]

Louis and Harry love The Beatles - a collection.

Felt like doing a Harry and Louis being fans of (any of) The Beatles MasterpostTM thanks to Louis’ recent mention of the documentary "Above Us Only Sky" in his foreword of Helene’s book, him wearing his Yellow Submarine shirt again, and Harry wearing All Things Must Pass merch in October. At first I had a bunch of coincidoinks and reading into things in here but I think just the collection of just indisputable instances of them just loving the Beatles is somehow refreshing in this fandom (looking at myself more than anyone else here) so I think this alone is a pretty nice thing to have. I’ve tried to go in order from newest to oldest but sometimes that failed, and there’s no way this includes everything, or many, or not even close to it... it’s just what I could find. Anyway:

Christmas 2021:

December 16th 2021 - Louis’ foreword in Helene’s book :

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(it’s about 25 mins into the doc if you’re looking for it but also just watch the whole thing:)

Full transcript of that part of the doc:

Yoko: There was a piece called, uh, 'Ceiling Painting'. Yeah. And there's a painting on the ceiling, you see. And my idea was for people to climb up a long, long ladder, just go on climbing up like this, and then, finally, reaching the ceiling and you look at the painting and it says "Yes", you know.

John: It said "Yes". It made my decision to go and see the rest of the show. If it had said "No" or, you know, "Uh-huh", I would have left the gallery then! But because it was positive, it said "Yes," I thought, "OK." It's the first show I've been to that said something, you know, warm to me. So then I decided to see the rest of the show and that's when we met.

Narrating dude (David a. Ross): What John saw in Yoko's work, whether it was, you know, the ladder piece with the word "Yes" on it and that... the notion of that kind of openness to the world. You know, just "Yes", that was... that was the essential quality of living, was "Yes".

Another narrating dude (Jack Douglas): What he saw was a reflection of himself. He was an artist, but what he'd say about Yoko is, everything about Yoko ls upside-down from what we understand. Whatever you hear, whatever she says, you've got to look at the other side, always.

Third narrating dude (Dan Richter): He got it. I mean, he... Yoko touched him. You know, it's as though he was... He had something missing that he was looking for. He had an emptiness.

December 1st 2021 - Louis likes this video

October 15th 2021 - NY pap walk:

September 4th 2021 - November 28th 2021 - Harry’s preshow playlist:

of All Things Must Pass, What is Life has been playing before his show during LOT (there’s gonna be a whole bunch of ugly Spotify screenshots coming in this post I’m sorry):

As well as Here Comes The Sun and the cover of John Lennon’s Jealous Guy (this one’s gonna come back a lot):

September 4th 2021 - AFH documentary - but I guess this was filmed in Mexico? So in April 2021? Not sure:

This is gonna be a long one, under the cut:

(Going off order for context here) April 4th 2020 - Louis mentions Whatever Gets You Through the Night and Mind Games:

March 2021 and ongoing - And let Mind Games be that song about "Faith In The Future" (as well as its overall message being very ridiculously applicable to what I think these two have been on ok I said I wouldn’t be reading into things but eeehhhh this one I can’t let this one pass man I can’t):

And yeah... he’s trying (successfully) to make that his thing:

during AFH:

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And although he hasn’t been clear about what it means, like at all, not even a little bit, he’s just been spamming this phrase wherever he can since March this year without any clarification. I guess this is all you need to know:

I’m expecting him to stay on this path of not clarifying in the slightest what this phrase means exactly because he wants it to mean to his fans whatever it needs to mean to them (which, it should, and he should) but I’m also convinced he got it from this song, from Mind Games, and whatever it means to him has to do with that, or did initially. (sorry oop went subjective again)

November 13th 2020 - Harry talking about The Beatles (And Bowie that’s a whole other breakdown skjsa) in his Vogue interview

March 26th 2020 - Harry’s Song Selections of Zane Lowe / Apple Music and quarantine playlists (putting them as one because they’re mostly the same playlist:

John Lennon’s Jealous Guy cover (which he has mentioned in 2019) + George Harrison / the Beatles cover (which flips the pronouns of the love interest, chefs kiss harry) snuggling up together there

and paul’s there too

and again

and again

And her:

March 9th 2020 - Louis puts Whatever Gets You Thru The Night on his Tour Bus Playlist, a song which he’d mention together with Mind Games in a tweet a month later:

March 5th 2020 - Harry talks about the Beatles and Paul McCartney on Howard Stern:

February 22nd 2020 - Louis’ takeover mix during Walls promo:

January 24th 2020 - Louis talks about reading a Beatles book

And I’ve just started reading again, I just picked up this Beatles book, so I’m trying to educate myself a bit more. I just thought I’d pick up a few books, because I realised that I don’t read at all — and for a songwriter that’s pretty criminal.

December 25th 2019 - Louis adds Wonderful Christmastime to his Christmas Playlist, how could one not:

December 18th 2019 - A week prior (on the 13th already as well) Harry had covered Wonderful Christmastime

December 13th, 2019 - Idk from when this picture is, but it’s in the Fine Line album booklet so just dated it that:

November 29th, 2019 - Louis talks about Jealous Guy

Conceptually, I think it’s such a real, honest, song, again, something that me mom had playing when I was younger, so stuff that I heard when I growing up. And it’s only really later in life that I listened to this song properly instead of, you know, having in the background, I listen to this song properly, the words and the concept, and the passion in his voice, I think it’s just an incredible song.

Because he put it in his “Tracks Of My Years” playlist:

Same day - November 29th, 2019 - Harry also talks about his childhood and about Paul being his inspiration (2019 larries were spoiled with content sadsdsasdf)

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November 7th 2019 - Louis' Best of British playlist:

September 2nd 2019 - (2019 really was the year of Louis throwing playlists around sdfsdf) Louis lists Tomorrow Never Knows among his Kill My Mind inspirations.

August 29th 2019 - Harry has mentioned this documentary Above Us Only Sky as well, talks about Jealous Guy, its cover, it’s original Child of Nature, mentions Mind Games, and  the album cover of Live Peace in Toronto in an Interview for Rolling Stone:

In which he’s also mentioned Paul

and again

and again

June 3rd 2019 - Louis was seen wearing the very recent Yellow Submarine shirt before, at Glastonbury 2019:

February 19th 2019  - Louis has Imagine in his 28 songs playlist for a bit, he updates this playlist a few times throughout the year, and Imagine stays in until the playlist is updated to KMM influences in September:

June 3rd 2018 - Harry wearing a Mind Games shirt in 2018, Harry And Louis Come Fight Me Come Catch Me Outside I aM ReADY TO FIGHT YOU BOTH.

Nevermind this whole John Lennon Fashion EraTM he had going on from incredibly roughly 2016 to 2018 orso. (falls under the Reading Into Things Catergory tho)

Okay this is pretty much where I begin to slack... as we travel further back in time, the backtracking becomes harder and I become lazier, so this is by no means anywhere near a complete collection, but eh:

(Plus I just don’t know how to fact check what songs he had on his preshow playlists 4 years ago.. I’m convinced he’d pick his own preshow played songs that’s not the issue I just have no idea if this is legit:)

May 26 2017:

2016&2017 - Another Man... eh ok here there’s a lot. For one, he’s being interviewed by no other than PAUL McCARTNEY HIMSELF.

Part of this is him mentioning his favourite songs of all times, on which Heart Of The Country is on #6:

And then there’s these:

And now we’re descending all the way into the category Old:

Matching beatles shirts:

Yes just them

Look at tHeeHHeeeEHEeeeMMMmmm

Overdoing it because they’re just they’re everything ok leave me alone

and now that we’re way back in time, one of Harry’s first posts in 2012:

So yeah ..

!!! x

[becasbelt]

a hurt comfort fic where beca is just freshly off the completion of a new set setup and her trying to hype chloe up who is just exhausted from all that studying and being the cheerleader all the time for everybody else

curse you wenz.

also on ao3

* * *

The alarm on Chloe’s phone loudly goes off again. Why she still uses the default iPhone alarm to wake up she will never know.

She grabs blindly at the device, swiping it off her bedside table and hitting the snooze button again. The time stares accusingly back at her. 8:18. Chloe had 12 minutes to get to a class that was 15 minutes away.

And yet, she remained in bed.

Maybe if she pulled the covers up over her head, she could forget about her classes and responsibilities get some sleep for once in her life. Because it seriously felt like it’s been years since Chloe got a full night’s rest. Last night it had been because Stacie and Amy had gotten into an argument over who had the most admirers on campus, and Chloe had spent an hour mediating while she slowly watched the time get later and later.

She hears someone thumping down the stairs form the attic and distantly wonders if Amy is gearing up for a round two this morning.

Just as she’s closing her eyes again (just to rest them; of course she wasn’t going to sleep through her class), a rapid knocking at her door makes them fly open again. Chloe remains quiet, half hoping whoever it is will think she’s already in class and will leave her alone. They wait for a few seconds, and Chloe can hear their foot tapping impatiently on the other side of the door, before knocking again.

Chloe groans. “Who is it?”

The door opens and Beca’s grinning face pops through. “You are in here,” she says breathlessly. So she’d been the one running down the stairs, then. “Awesome. I have something to show you.”

She walks fully into the room without invitation, and Chloe raises an eyebrow at the seemingly out of character action before taking in the rest of her appearance. “Are those… the same clothes you wore yesterday?”

Beca looks down at herself in surprise, as if she’s just as shocked as Chloe is. “Oh yeah, I guess I am.”

“Beca, did you sleep at all last night?”

Beca scratches at the back of her head, face screwed up as she thinks. “Uh… I had a Red Bull?”

The corner of Chloe’s mouth quirks up. So Beca was in one of those kinds of moods. “Beca, we’ve talked about this. You can’t stay up all night just because inspiration strikes.”

Beca bounces on her toes a little. “I know. I know, okay? It ruins my immune system and gives me headaches and Red Bull is terrible for me, blah blah blah.” She clutches her laptop tighter to her chest. “But I’ve come up with something really coolthis time, dude. Seriously.”

Chloe pushes herself into a sitting position. “Alright, let’s see it.”

Beca’s eyes flash excitedly and she takes a step toward the bed, already opening up her laptop. She stops short half a second later, brow furrowed as if she’s just realized something. “Hang on a second.” She looks around the room. Glances at Chloe’s clock. “Aren’t you supposed to be in class right now?”

Dammit. Why did Beca choose to be observant and remember things now.

Chloe tries to deflect. “Aren’t you?” she accuses.

Beca waves her hand in the air dismissively. “It’s just my music technology class,” she says, unbothered. “I don’t give a fuck about that class. I know it all. Besides, I’ve literally been making music on my laptop all night.” She laughs a little deliriously. “I’m pretty sure I’ve got it all covered at this point.”

Beca laughs for another minute, muttering something about professors being useless, and Chloe can’t deny the small smile it brings to her face to see Beca with so much energy. Until Beca stops laughing and points seriously at her.

“You have Russian lit right now. You have to go to that.”

Chloe sighs and looks miserably at the time. 8:22. “I have eight minutes to get there, and my professor doesn’t like it when you’re late.”

Beca considers this for a short moment before snapping her laptop shut and tossing it on the bed. She strides over to Chloe’s closet and throws it open, chucking a random shirt at Chloe. “Well, then, you better get dressed in two. I’ll drive you, and I can get you there in, like, six minutes tops.”

Chloe is staring at her as Beca continues throwing clothes at her. When Beca turns around and finds that Chloe hasn’t moved, her eyes widen, and she taps her naked wrist impatiently. “Let’s go, Beale! You’ve got one minute now!”

Thinking distantly that Aubrey would approve of this side of Beca, Chloe jumps out of bed to put some clothes on.

*

When Beca said she could get them there in six minutes, she wasn’t lying. Chloe would almost be impressed if she hadn’t feared so much for her life.

Chloe slides into her seat just as her professor starts the class, Beca sliding into the seat right next to her. Somehow she has another Red Bull in her hand.

“What are you doing?” Chloe whispers.

Beca looks at her funny. “Uh, learning about-” she squints at the PowerPoint slide at the front of the room- “Gavrila Derzhavin?” she finishes, absolutely butchering the name. She looks back at Chloe, as if that had been obvious.

“You’re not even in this class,” Chloe says. “You’re skipping your own class right now. Why would you want to be here? I don’t even want to be here?”

Beca shrugs and takes a swig of her Red Bull. “I wanna hang out with you.”

Chloe’s heart melts at that. She stares at Beca, dumbfounded.

“Oh! And since you probably didn’t have breakfast-” Beca pulls a granola bar out of her hoodie pocket and hands it to Chloe. “It may be a little squished because mayyybe it’s been in my pocket for 24 hours.”

Chloe accepts the granola bar gratefully with a grin and a fond shake of her head.

This girl. This ridiculous, frustrating, wonderful girl.

Chloe wraps her arms around Beca’s arm and leans her head on her shoulder, not hating being in class as much as she thought she would.

[xtrafluffyteddy]

Spotlight

this is part 2 to Well I do

pairing: Eddie munson x reader

Mentions: cursing, paparazzi, crying, heartbreak, happy ending maybe?

Eddie was sat in front of what felt like a thousand cameras in the process of having an interview with some reporter who had been asking about you. He looked over seeing a a picture of you leaving the dressing room tears rolling down your face his heartbreaks at the sight. “Yeah they look familiar we might’ve gone to high school together or something” he twists his rings around on his fingers a nervous habit he’s had since high school. “Cmon Eddie we caught them leaving your dressing room you must them a bit better than that?” The reporter asked.

“They must’ve snuck in there to try and talk to the band, and got disappointed when they weren’t there, happens a lot you know” Eddie laughs joylessly to masquerade the way he was lying through his teeth.

“According to our reports they came all the way from looks like Hawkins, Indiana” the reporter states reading over the paper in front of her pulling up another picture of you this time your crying in a phone booth just outside the venue Eddie can be seen in the background with the bimbo hanging off him he winces internally looking away from the photo and says “Damn to bad they didn’t find what they were looking for huh?” Off to the side the band and Steve are giving him varying looks from disappointed to upset at the way he’s talking about their friend.

“Your positive you don’t know them?” The reporter asks very suspicious of the story Eddie is telling. Eddie shakes his head putting on his most convincing smile he can “sorry no I’ve never met them in my life” with that Steve just walked out not wanting to hear Eddie keep slandering you.

A few days after your sitting on your couch not being able to leave due to the paparazzi swarming around your house “cmon dude they’re blocking the garage” Dustin grouched peaking out of the blinds “I’m gonna be late to hellfire if they don’t move” Dustin turned to look at you as you got up stomping to the door and swinging it open causing it to hit the wall before stepping outside immediately surrounded by paparazzi and reporters.

“Tell us tell us what happened that night!” A reporter said shoving her microphone in your face looking at you expectantly “we only want the truth” she continues.

Truth, ha, what a fucking joke you thought you scoff rolling your eyes “you don’t want the truth you want a story something that’ll sell” you glare at them all “you take someone like Eddie who is from this shithole of a town and put him on a pedestal just so you can embarrass him when you need to meet your quota” you continued glaring at all of them still deciding to defend Eddie even if he was a dick. “He has everything a kid who grew up in a closed minded town could want, fame, recognition, fans, but it cost him his true friends and privacy.” They all went silent for a moment before snapping more pictures of you “in your opinion who is Eddie munson really?” They pressured pressing closer to you.

“I don’t know, because the Eddie you all see and worship isn’t the same Eddie I met” you shoved past them all climbing into your car just wanting to get out of there.

“Congrats Ed’s you did it” Steve said turning off the tv after watching your interview “you them away to” he shook his head in disappointment getting up and leaving, Eddie stayed behind head buried in his hands knowing he’d fucked up big time.

You had gotten a job at the local bar working as a bartender. Yeah sure you’d get questions about what really happened between you and Eddie but you were always good at avoiding the question by asking if they wanted another drink or just simply walking away throwing yourself into your work was the best distraction there was.

Until one night it was a Friday which meant open mic night which usually brought in a bunch of local bands and small singers. All of a sudden a familiar metal head had stepped on the stage causing you to stop cleaning as he made eye contact with you starting to sing a song you had helped him write when corroded coffin had just started getting big. When had finished the crowd was going wild but the whole time he just kept his eyes on you.

All of sudden there was a bright light on you causing you to shield your eyes. “Hey sweetheart” Eddie called from the stage you glared at him “what’d you think Eddie? That you’d sing a little song and everything would be better! This is a fucking fairy tale Jesus Christ” you turned back to cleaning the glasses “no no I just-“ he had said when he walked up to the counter “you just what Eddie? You just what? Thought I’d immediately forgive you for all the shit you pulled and for what a dick you’ve been?” You scoffed and rolled your eyes “forget it Eddie”

“I just wanted to apologize for that night and for I treated you even though you were just looking out for me” he reached out taking your hand stopping you from your rough cleaning.

“Don’t you think it’s to late for that Eddie” you glared at the ringed hand on yours but didn’t move away. “Everyone thinks I’m some crazy stalker who’s obsessed with you” you rolled your eyes as a few reporters came in shoving their microphones into your face.

Eddie turned to them then back to you before taking the mic “the truth is everyone that I know them, they’re grouchy, and sometimes mean, but they always had my back always kept me humble when fame was gonna get to me and always called me out when I was going stupid shit” he stated referring to you who’s facial features had softened from a scowl to a small frown.

“Please forgive me sweetheart, please” he squeezed your hand giving you a pleading look. You stayed silent for a moment mulling it over before stepping out from behind the counter burying yourself in his arms “awww” the reporter said snapping a couple more pictures chasing Eddie’s head to snap towards them “get the fuck outta here. Now” he growled causing them to scatter like roaches before he turned back to you hugging you tight.

“How about I take you on a date sweetheart, corroded coffin got invited to a metal festival and I want no I need you to be there by my side” he looked down at you gauging your reaction.

“Mmm I dunno Ed’s will I have to worry about that little groupie who was clinging to you?” You joked looking up at him “nah she could’ve never compared to you sweetheart” he leaned down leaving a gentle to kiss to your lips.

You both shared a goofy smile when you pull away from the kiss the look in your eyes promising things would change for the better and that you’d always have each other’s backs.

[sweethischier]

only when you're high - rafe cameron

word count: 4.3k

summary: Rafe only ever talks to you when he's high, and you've eventually had enough.

warnings: angst i guess, language, mentions of drugs and alcohol, lil makeout sesh at the end

note: ik this isn't the request but i've been working on this for a while so here ya go <3 this is def not my best writing so dont judge it too harshly

3:53 a.m.

You had been dreaming about your cat taking over a world full of people with fish heads when the incessant ringing from your phone jolted you awake. You blindly flung your hand onto the nightstand, knocking over a half empty water bottle and a bottle of ibuprofen before your fingers grazed the cool screen. You picked up the device, nearly blinding yourself when you opened your eyes to see who was calling you at such an ungodly hour. Once your eyes adjusted to the screen’s brightness, the name ‘Stupid Kook’ was displayed across the top. You hesitantly swiped to answer.

“What in the flying fuck do you want,” You whisper yelled, propping your half-conscious body up with your elbow.

“Hey, baby,” He greeted, his voice dragging as if he was thinking too hard about his words. “Just wanted to hear your voice.”

You stopped breathing for a moment, not sure what you were supposed to say to his weird revelation. You had been having a weird thing with Rafe for a few months now. After many drinks, you would often finding yourself making out with him in a secluded area. Despite your random make out sessions, he had never once called you to simply hear your voice. In fact, he hadn’t even called you before. It was usually always a quick ‘wyd’ text at midnight and nothing more.

“That’s weird, you’ve never called me before,” You pointed out, “You’ve also never called me baby before, so what’s that about?”

“Mm, I don’t know. Always wanted to call you that before so why not? What are you up to, baby,” He asked, his words slurring together in a way that could only happen while under the influence.

“You’re high aren’t you,” You sighed. Of course, he was high. You should have known that from the get-go. Rafe Cameron wouldn’t have called you sober; he never even looked at you sober.

A brief silence hung over the line, Rafe’s heavy breathing being the only thing coming through the receiver. “Maybe a little. Had a rough day, so I went to see Barry and now I’m at Topper’s. Talking to you.”

You couldn’t help but let a small smile grace your features; a smile that was gone almost as soon as it came. You let your elbow fall from its position, your head falling back onto the pillow that was still warm from when you were asleep. “How sweet of you. What are you doing, anyways? Shouldn’t you be getting shitfaced and taking some innocent girl to bed?”

He let out an airy laugh before speaking. “The only one I’d like to take to bed is you, and we somehow always stop before it gets to that point. Anyways, it’s just me, Topper, and Kelce, and I started thinking about us in the back of my truck when we were outside. Before I knew what I was doing, you answered the phone.”

Your cheeks flared red as images of Rafe’s hands exploring your body flashed through your mind, the feeling of his ring on your skin igniting something inside of you. His mouth latching onto the sensitive spots of your neck as your moans filled his truck. You let your fingers ghost over your lips as if you could still feel his own on yours. More memories of him exploring your body in every way but the way you wanted him most were running through your mind. Every time you wanted to give in to him, give in to your urges, but you couldn’t.

“You know, I’ve never wanted someone as much as I want you and I hate it,” He started, his words still slow, “I hate it because you’ll never let me have you.”

“Rafe,” You groaned, running a hand over your tired face, “I don’t really feel like giving myself to someone who only talks to me when they’re drunk or high. Someone who would rather be caught dead than with a pouge.”

“You know it’s not like that, baby. It’s complicated,” He tried, and you could tell there was a hint of unfamiliar panic in his voice.

“It always is. Guess I’ll see or talk to you next time you get fucked up. Goodnight Rafe,” You whispered before hanging up on the boy, ignoring his desperate protests.

1:38 a.m.

You turned the shower water off before stepping out onto the cool tiled floor, water dripping from every part of your body. You chose to ignore the buzzing coming from your phone, moving to grab the towel hung on the back of your bathroom door. However, the buzzing started again as you were drying off your legs.

“Who the fuck,” You groaned as you wrapped the towel around your still wet body. ‘Stupid Kook’ was making a second appearance, much to your surprise. “Yes, Rafe?”

“What’s up your ass,” He laughed his infectious laugh. You could picture him throwing his head back and his glazed over eyes twinkling with amusement, something you had only seen when you found yourself admiring him from afar.

“Nothings up my ass. Just don’t know what your high ass wants this time.” You gripped your phone in your hand and started to walk back towards your room. Your parents had fallen asleep hours ago, so you had to make sure you were quiet. However, that deemed difficult in the darkest hours of the night in your already poorly lit house. You bumped your hip and stubbed your toe on just about anything that was out in the open. Once you were in your room, you hastily shut the door and flipped the light switch on.

“Hello! Hello! Hello! Where are you,” Rafe yelled, making you wince and pull the phone away from your ear.

“Jesus, dude. Calm down, I was walking back to my room,” You chastised, doing your best to hold your phone in between your ear and shoulder.

“What were you doing? I missed you,” He pouted.

You ignored the swelling you got in your heart and said, “I was leaving the bathroom. I just finished showering. What are you doing?”

You grabbed a clean pair of underwear and a shirt you had taken from JJ after you had thrown up over whatever you were wearing that night. Rafe began telling you what he was doing, which was quite literally nothing. However, he quickly dove into a spout of how you were naked and wet and how badly he wanted to see you without any clothes on. Your cheeks were burning as he went on and on about all of the sinful things he wanted to do to you. You let him ramble on a bit more as you turned the light off once you were clothed and ready for bed.

“Okay, that’s enough, Rafe,” You stopped him, pulling your blanket back so you could crawl in bed. “So, calling me two times within a week? You falling in love with me?”

It was so painfully obvious that it was a joke, but you could practically feel the tension radiating through your phone from Rafe’s end. His abrupt silence concerned you because this boy was far from silent when he was doped out.

“Maybe I am,” He finally got out, and you couldn’t detect any sarcasm in it.

“Sure you are,” You rolled your eyes, blaming exhaustion for briefly clouding your judgment, “If you were in love with me, you’d actually talk to me when you aren’t too fucked to remember your own name.”

You started picking at a loose thread on your blanket as you let your mind wander to what life would be life if you had an actual relationship with Rafe. Going to parties with him. Hanging around the Island Club with him and his friends. Him doing lines off your body before having his way with you.

“I will talk to you when I’m not high,” His voice broke you from your thoughts, “If that’s what you really want.”

“I do,” You said way too quickly, “I mean, yeah sure. That would be nice, I guess.”

“Just text me and I’ll answer.” You couldn’t stifle the yawn that escaped your lips, but you did try and hide it from Rafe. Your attempt was no good, though. “You’re tired, go to bed.”

“No, I’m fi-.”

“Goodnight, Y/N,” Rafe shouted over you, “Talk to you soon, baby.”

Rafe’s name popped up on your phone screen every few days after he had gotten drunk out of his mind or too high to do anything other than find your contact. You didn’t mind it at first, but after you had texted him during the day and those messages went unanswered, you grew hurt and annoyed. You had tried asking him why he wouldn’t respond, but he always found a way to change the subject. You wanted to ask him about it in person, but you hadn’t seen him in almost a month. You wanted to ask him why he couldn’t bother to pick up the phone when he was sober, but wasted no time in calling you as soon as he got his bump in.

One of the nights he called, you offered to have him come over because your parents were gone, but he said no. Made up some excuse about how he was staying with Topper for a while since Sarah cheated on him and he wanted to be there for his friend. You understood that, so you didn’t push him after that. Then, the next time you told him about a party everyone was going to and how you wanted to see him there. You even told him to bring the other two. That time he told you he was staying away from parties for a while, wanting to stay to himself for the most part due to the constant stress from his dad. You knew how Ward could be sometimes, so it wasn’t hard to believe him and move on from there.

You wanted to be mad to him for only acknowledging you when he was high, but you couldn’t be. You’ve always wanted to feel wanted by somebody, and he made you feel like that albeit only when he was far gone from reality. You could deal with it as long as you got to talk to him, no matter how insecure it made you. Well, you thought you could.

2:25

Your parents were gone for the night, so you opted to watch Marvel movies in the living room. You were so invested in watching Iron Man and shoving popcorn in your mouth that you didn’t feel your phone go off the first six times. Or the fifteen times after that. Not that you would have cared either way. You knew the only person it could be was the boy who never wanted you sober. The credits began rolling across the TV, so you finally decided to pick up your discarded phone. You were shocked to see Rafe had called you eight times and texted you thirteen. Overall, his texts said the same thing.

Why aren’t u answering me :(

Call me pls

I wanna talk to you baby

It was if he knew you were finally looking at your phone because his contact popped up not ten seconds later. You rolled your eyes, but reluctantly answered.

“Y/N! Where have you been,” He whined into the receiver, “I’ve been trying to call you for like two hours.”

“Watching movies,” Your words were sharp and short, not particularly wanting to talk to him right now. You’ve nearly reached your breaking point with him.

Rafe could immediately tell something was off with you by the way you sounded. “What’s wrong, baby? Are you okay?”

You took a deep breath in, setting your bowl of popcorn on the coffee table after you paused the end credit scene. You leaned forwards and planted your elbow on your knee as you held your head in annoyance.

“I’m fine, Rafe. I’m just getting fed up with you only wanting to talk to me when you’re high or drunk,” You started, “I used to be fine with it because it once every couple of weeks, but now it’s almost every day and it’s annoying. You told me to text you when you’re sober, and I did, but you never responded. I try and offer to come over to you or have you come to me, but you always have an excuse. I know you want to be there for Topper and you don’t really want to be around anyone right now, but that doesn’t mean I have to put up with it.”

“Y/N, I know, and I’m sorry. It’s just-It’s complicated. Please understand that,” He was practically begging you to listen to him.

“Rafey, are you coming back to play beer pong with us,” A female voice suddenly cut through the sudden sound of music.

Your breathing stopped and your heart felt like it was being squeezed by Rafe’s own hand. A wave of heartbreak crashed over your entire body. “‘I just don’t want to be around anyone’ huh? Thought you were just spending time with Topper for a while? You know, if you didn’t want to see me, all you had to do was say so,” You whimpered, hurt now mixing with your anger and annoyance.

“No, wait,” He tried, yelling at whoever came in the room to get out, “Y/N, please. It isn’t lik-“

“Don’t you dare finish that sentence. It is like that, Rafe. It is exactly like that. You don’t want to see me, and that is fine. I get it. Why would you ever want to be seen with someone from the Cut? It doesn’t matter, though. Don’t call me anymore. You lied to me. That is not something that I can forgive,” Your tears were too strong to hold back now, “I don’t care for liars, Rafe Cameron, and you’re the biggest one of all.”

You quickly hung up and turned off your phone, throwing it towards the end of the couch so you weren’t tempted to grab it. You grabbed the large blanket from the back of the couch, picked another movie, and let your tears fall as it played in front of you.

“Honey,” Your moms gentle voice broke through, “You fell asleep on the couch.”

You slowly opened your eyes, letting them adjust to the bright light shining through the giant window. The headache hit you like a ton of brinks, causing you to squeeze your eyes shut in pain. Your mom was hovering over you, her hand on your shoulder and her soft eyes pretending to not notice how puffy your cheeks and red your eyes are.

“I guess so,” You mumbled, pushing yourself up into a sitting position, “I’ll go lay down in my room. I’m still tired.”

She gave you an understanding nod with a caring smile and helped you off the couch. Her hand lingered on your back as if she wanted to say something to you, but she decided to leave it alone for now. You would talk to her when you were ready, if you ever were. You gave her a thumbs up when she told you her and your father would be out again most of the day.

Your feet dragged as you stumbled back to your room, using the wall to keep you steady. You pushed the door open with your foot and gave your cat, who was laying on your bed as if she owned it, a stupid smile. You fell onto the bed and pulled her onto your chest as you turned your phone back on. You were scared to confront the actions from last night, but knowing Rafe, he probably wouldn’t have bothered to even send you a text about it. You were quickly proven wrong the moment your phone turned back on. The vibration from all of the texts, voicemails, and snapchats felt like it lasted for five straight minutes. Nearly all were from the boy you wanted nothing to do with. Although, you noticed a voicemail from Topper, who you forgot even had your number.

Um, hey its Topper. Look dude, I don’t know what happened, but Rafe is freaking out like a bitch right now. He keeps mumbling shit about how he fucked things up with, which I didn’t even know you two were a thing but whatever I don’t really care. He kicked everyone out of my house and has been calling and texting you for like thirty minutes straight now so please call him back, so he shuts the fuck up. If not for him, do it for my sanity before I kill him. Uh, yeah, thanks, bye.

You sighed deeply after the voicemail cut off, your heart rate increasing at the thought of Rafe being upset. If he was bad enough that Topper of all people called you, you knew it was bad. You wanted to not care because of how he made you feel, but you did. You’ve always cared about the blond boy more than you cared to admit. You finally decided to look at the messages he sent you.

Y/N pls call me back

I’m sorry its not what it looks like and I know that sounds stupid but its true

Pls talk to me. I need u to talk to me

I promise that I never wanted to hurt u ok???

I love you, Y/N. Please call me or I’m coming to your house tomorrow.

The world stopped spinning when you read the last message. You kept reading it over and over again as if you misread it the first time. Rafe had never been any kind of affectionate with you until he called you baby. Rafe Cameron was not someone known to get emotional, so you weren’t sure if you believed his words. He was a liar and would do anything to get what he wanted, so what was different now?

You heard a knock on the door followed by your moms muffled voice, but you were too focused on the situation in front of you to notice who it was. Your eyes were glued to the screen, staring at the three words you never thought anyone other than your family and friends would say to you. The world around you was fading away, your heart feeling as if it was going to beat out of your chest as tears slid down your still puffy cheeks. You weren’t going to let him do this to you. You weren’t going to let him toy with you anymore.

“Y/N,” A deep voice dragged you out of your subconscious.

Your eyes darted over to the door and saw the last person you wanted to see. Rafe was standing there, his eyes wide and blood shot and he looked like total shit. His hair was a wild mess, nothing like its usual tamed state. You met his gaze and you wished you hadn’t. One look from him and you were puddy in his hands. One look and every thought you had about never seeing him again flew out the window.

“Hey, can we talk,” He mumbled, his bright blue eyes looking everywhere but at you. “Please.”

Not trusting your words, you gave him a swift nod and gestured to the spot next to you on your bed. You leaned to the side and placed your cat on the ground, watching as she rubbed herself all over Rafe’s leg before scampering away. His walk to your bed was painfully slow, and you wanted to tell him to hurry up, but you knew that was unreasonable.

“What do you want, Rafe,” Your voice was harsh, trying to ignore the urge to reach out to him. “What do you want to talk about? How you only use me for your own pleasure? How you only ever even look at me when you’re drunk or high? How you lied to me? Wanna talk about that?”

Your anger surprised even yourself. One second you wanted to hold him in your arms and comfort him, but then the memory of how he treated you came back and flipped a switch in your brain. You don’t know how you feel and you hate it.

“I deserve every bit of your anger,” He breathed out, letting his hand fall dangerously close to your own, “But please let me explain everything to you, okay?”

“Fine,” You gave in, “Talk.”

“Yeah, thank you, okay. I really do want to talk to you when I’m not absolutely fucked, I do. I know that it doesn’t seem like that, but its true. I just, I can’t. Every time I look at you, think about you, I hear my dads voice screaming at me that I will never be good enough for anyone. I have this thought drilled into my head every day that no matter what I do, who I am, I am just never enough. To me, you’re no exception to that. In fact, you remind me even more. Wait no.”

Rafe rubbed both of his hands over his face and tugged at his hair, afraid that he’s already fucking this up. “Rafe,” You gently spoke up, turning to grab his hands from his face. “It’s fine. Keep going.”

His eyes met yours and you could see how strained he was. There were too many emotions swirling in his eyes for you to pinpoint exactly what he was feeling. “Okay, um, okay. To me, you are way too good for me, so the only time I feel comfortable talking to you is when I’m high. I’ve never had trouble talking to any girl before, but you’re more than that to me. You’re more than just some girl to me and it scares me, so I feel like I have to be, yanno, not me. When I talk to you. I want to be with you more than I have ever wanted to be with someone in my life”

Your hand was still holding his as you let his words sink in. Him revealing how his dad truly made him feel made your heart ache for him. It made you want to grab him by the face and tell him how he is more than good enough. You wanted to let him in, but you weren’t sure if you were ready for the risk that came along with it. You’re not sure if you want all the things that came with being with Rafe Cameron. He’s followed by hurt and lies, and you do feel guilty thinking that, but it’s been proven true countless times.

“Rafe, listen to me,” You began, moving so you were straddling him and holding his face in your hands. His hands immediately came to grip your hips, and you are well aware that this was a more than compromising situation. “I understand that your father is probably the worst person we both know, but that doesn’t excuse you lying to me. I don’t know if I can trust you, no matter how much I may want to.”

You watched as tears gather in his eyes, and he was doing his best to keep them at bay. He had never felt the way he feels about you before, and he’s more than aware that his reputation precedes him. He knows that he’s done nothing more than prove how untrusting he is to you, but he wouldn’t let that stop him from trying to prove to you that he means what he’s saying.

“I know that nothing I say will fix what I’ve already done. I know that, but I can show you just how much you mean to me, if you’ll let me. We can go at your pace. Do things your way. Just, please, give me another chance to prove myself to you.”

You’re searching for any detection of a lie in his eyes, in his voice, but you come up empty. You wipe away the stray tears that broke through his wall of protection. You hesitantly placed your forehead on his, and you could hear him take in a sharp breath at the connection. Your eyes fluttered closed, your nose brushing against his as you weighed all of your options.

“Did you mean what you to me? In your last text,” You whispered, too scared to open your eyes and look at him. “Do you actually love me?”

“More than you know,” His breath was hot against your chin, and he pulled you closer into him.

You decided to take a leap, dive into something that scared you more than anything. Your lips finally met his, and Rafe wasted no time in returning the feeling. Your hands fell from his cheeks and clasped each other behind his neck, while his hands stayed placed on your hips, too scared to push you too far. You deepened the passion filled kiss by pulling him closer to you and running your tongue across his bottom lip. Rafe’s lips moved in such a sensual way that you almost didn’t know how to react. It was much different from the lust filled kisses you’ve shared in the past. You started moving your hips on top of him, an action that had him gripping your hips tighter than before.

Y/N,” Rafe breathed out after he broke away from you, “If you don’t stop, I don’t know if I can control myself.”

“Then don’t.”

i have not edited this so if you see a mistake lmk. love u

[anystalker707]

Needy

Pairing: Gerard x Reader Word count: ~ 1 200 Genre: Fluff / Smut Summary: (Y/n) gives Gerard a handjob and maybe they get caught. Kind of content: Dirty talk / Handjob / Lowkey humiliation

Requested by @angie-migel

“I– Does this even lock properly?” I furrow my eyebrows as I try to lock the door. It opens back again, slightly, like the lock was never a thing. “Okay, it doesn’t, great.” I can’t help but to chuckle at how miserable it is. The band better start making more money soon so we can stay on actually nice hotels and not some half assed ones like this – and also get a fucking bus, a decent one.

“At least we got nothing worth stealing,” Gerard chuckles and I can’t help but to do the same, shaking my head to myself.

“I mean, yeah,” I mutter, closing the door slowly so it will stay closed, at least as closed as possible. “You’re kinda right, but if I wake up and my phone and the van or instruments are gone, I’ll fucking freak out.”

“Fair.” He tilts his head.

I nod quietly and take on making sure everything is alright, putting on some comfortable clothes before I sit down on the bed. The numbers on the lockscreen of my phone say it’s still 9:12pm, but it honestly feels like it’s far past midnight after an extremely tiring day – the only inaccurate point is how it’s not anywhere near midnight.

“I feel like I could collapse now and only wake up tomorrow in the afternoon,” I groan, running my hands through my hair. A bed has never felt so comfortable and I swear this isn’t even a good bed.

Gerard smiles, throwing a glance my way, before he’s turning off the lights and coming closer. Only the faint light of the lamp on the bedside table fills the room, impressively doing a worse job than the lightpost across the street, which illuminates the room more than I’d like it to.

“C’mere!” I open my arms and he gladly lies down next to me.

We shift around for a bit until we find a nice position; I hug him from behind, sighing softly as I bury my face in the back of his neck and it’s just so good. I could stay like this forever.

Or not.

Gerard starts shifting and at first I think he’s just looking for a nice position, but he doesn’t stop.

“Gerard.” I furrow my eyebrows, pulling myself up lightly to take a look at his face. “Gee– Are you alright? Why are you fidgeting around so much? Something wrong?”

“No, sorry,” he breathes.

I narrow my eyes, humming. “Gerard.”

“Okay, fine,” Gerard groans, shifting around a bit again. “I– It’s just been long since we’ve last had time to each other, y’know? I’m, uh, needy,” he says almost inaudibly.

Oh, right, it all makes sense now, since the clingy mood a few days ago. “Is that so, hun?” I nuzzle the back of his neck, pressing soft kisses to it as my grip around him tightens so I can bring him closer. “You’re needy? All you needed was to tell me,” I say softly, reaching a hand to palm him through his pants, feeling him half-hard already – he exhales shakily.

“Sorry,” Gerard groans, helplessly thrusting his hips forward.

“It’s alright, baby.” I tug onto the sensitive skin of his neck with my teeth, enough to have Gerard whining and he wasn’t lying when he said he’s needy. To be fair, it’s really been a while, so it’s not a surprise he’s that sensitive – he gasps and bucks his hips forward when I give him a particular squeeze.

Gerard’s wearing a simple pair of gray sweatpants, which doesn’t make it hard for me to lower them along with his boxers and pull his cock out, pumping it gently at first – nonetheless, he gasps, back pressed against my chest at the same time he bucks his hips forward.

“Aw, baby, look at the state you’re in already and I’ve barely touched you,” I hum, lips lingering over the side of his neck.

“(Y/– (Y/n),” he cries softly once I tighten my grip, though I never increase the speed, only watching his reaction as I move my hand slowly, letting my thumb sink along his length and fuck, he immediately starts moaning, squirming. He whines, burying his face in the pillow, moans escaping his lips one after the other as precum pools on his tip.

“Wish I could hear all the pretty moans you’re making,” I say softly into his ear – he practically melts. “Maybe the next time we fix a proper hotel. I’m going to ruin you so bad, hun, I can barely wait for it.” A louder moan, almost a cry is muffled against the pillow.

Suddenly, however, there’s a knock on the door. Oh, damn.

“Gerard?” It’s Ray – he doesn’t open the door, but his shadow is visible through the thin slice of light that slips in the room, coming from the hallway, due to the lockless door. “Hey, dude, sorry to bother, but can I use your hairspray on our next show? Mine’s out since my hair is all fluffy, y’know? Is it alright?”

“Yeah,” Mikey breathes, probably behind Ray, “me too. Is it okay, Gee?”

Gerard quietens down. Is he going to pretend he’s asleep or something?

“Answer them,” I whisper to him, not stopping my hand motions.

“U-Uh,” he cleans his throat, which doesn’t really work a lot. “I don’t mind, y-yeah! Go on, you can totally use it!”

“Good boy.” I press a kiss to his neck and let my finger linger on a spot under the head of his cock, making him buck his hips forward almost immediately, although not letting any considerably loud sound escape.

“Thanks,” Ray replies, sounding like he’s about to leave. “Oh, also, are you okay, Gerard? You sound kinda sick, man, y’know?”

Mikey hums in agreement. “That’d be bad for the next concert.”

Gerard’s really tense and, knowing him, it only means one thing. I know it’s evil, I know it’s for my own entertainment but I still can’t help it and move my hand faster, grip tighter around him.

“Answer,” I tell him again, nibbling down on his neck.

“Y-Yeah,” Gerard stutters, “I’m fi–” The sentence, though, never comes to an end, his words replaced by a loud moan he’s not able to muffle this time, thrusting his hips into my hand hopelessly among all the sticky mess covering it. So fucking good, I can’t fucking handle him; I nuzzle the back of his neck, hearing the guys cursing outside, but it doesn’t really matter. They push the door close before rushing away, as closed as it can be, at least.

I clean my hand away after finding a shirt lying around and sigh as I adjust Gerard’s pants – they’re not even back to their place properly when he’s turning over, hugging me tightly and burying his face in my chest.

“What’s wrong, hun?” I press a kiss to his head, running a hand up and down his back.

“I–” Gerard breathes, shakily, voice teary. “They caught me! And I-I sound so terrible!” he cries, hands closed tightly around my shirt.

“Aw, baby, no,” I say softly, starting to play with his hair. “It doesn’t matter that they heard it, it isn’t like they’ll judge you or stop being friends with you, alright? And you were such a good boy for me, y’know that? My pretty sweet boy. And you don’t sound terrible, I love all of your poor little moans.” I press another kiss to his head, feeling him continuing to cry, though it’s not so bad now. “You’re so precious,” I mumble.

[total-drama-takes-takes-2]

tti episode 25 - version 1

“For the past eight weeks, you have been watching Fren, Joner, Peter, Kitty, Mal, O, Sha-Mod, Frollo, Caesar, Austin, Scruffy, Kelly, Courtney, Scary, Max, Staci, Patrick, Bonnie, Ass, and Julia compete in the most heinous, disgusting, dangerous challenges reality TV has seen since 2007. You have watched them laugh, cry, love and receive various injuries, and it’s all come down to this! Two campers remain, and by sundown, only one will be left standing! That winner will go home with a check for one million dollars and the pride of having survived this crummy camp. Our two final campers are about to fight it out in a battle of the exes here on Total! Takes! Island!”

“Welcome back to the island. It's been a grueling past two months for our finalists, so we asked them to record their thoughts before the final challenge,” Chris smiles, pacing around the currently-empty mess hall. 

---

MCLOVIN: “I guess I had a good time. I made a lot of new friends,”

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MICHAEL: “Now people hate my existence and want to kill me! Great job at making new friends, Michela!"

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MCLOVIN: “I’m not too surprised I made it this far. It’s like my mom always says, a positive attitude can get you anywhere!”

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MICHAEL: “I’m honestly shocked I haven’t given up yet. I mean, I was so sure I’d be a mid-season boot and now I’m a finalist!”

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MCLOVIN: “The food? It was okay... when it wasn’t trying to kill me,”

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MICHAEL: “Don’t even get me started on the supposed “food” we had to eat. It’d probably be inhumane to serve that stuff to dogs,”

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MCLOVIN: “The rats in the kitchen wouldn’t even touch it,”

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MICHAEL: “And the people?”

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MCLOVIN: “The people were awesome! Sure, there were some fights, but I’ve never met so many amazing friends than on this island!”

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MICHAEL: “-a bunch of lazy, stubborn, self-centered jerks who only cared about themselves. Well… most of them,”

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MCLOVIN: “Sha-Mod and I share a psychic bond! We’re soulmates- bromates! I meant bromates!”

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MICHAEL: “Max is probably one of the most stubborn, rude, unapologetically mean people I’ve ever met, and… I am so glad I met him. I couldn’t have asked for anyone better.”

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MCLOVIN: “Courtney has the coolest hair ever, Julia is super smart…”

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MICHAEL: “I guess that’s about it, really,”

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MCLOVIN: “What will I be remembered for?” he pauses to think. “My personality!”

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MICHAEL: “Um… my hair?”

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MCLOVIN: “Or maybe these!” he stands on the toilet and stomps, his light-up Sketchers blinking.

---

Chris leaves the mess hall after announcing the final curtain call will be in thirty minutes. Michael sighs and slumps forward. 

“What’s the matter?” McLovin asks, spooning their final crummy camp meal. 

“I guess I’m just kind of disappointed I didn’t accomplish anything I came here for,” 

“What do you mean? We did lots of awesome stuff and met tons of awesome people!”

“No,” Michael frowns at him. “You did tons of awesome stuff and met tons of awesome people. I just made a bunch of enemies and humiliated myself on national television hundreds of times.”

McLovin’s smile drops and he looks at her. “That’s kind of a depressing way to look at it,”

“That’s reality, dude,”

A silence falls over the two McLovin sighs. 

“Do you think anything’s gonna be the same after we go home?”

“Honestly? Not at all. I just don’t know if I can stay friends with you and Joner after everything. I’ll be alone, but maybe that won't be such a bad thing,” she says, kicking back and putting her feet on the table. “I’ll be putting myself first for once, anyway.”

“Well… I kinda understand. If that’s what you want, then that’s cool. I respect that,” McLovin says, saluting her. “I just wish we could’ve made up.”

“Sometimes that’s too much to ask. I wish you would’ve shown you’ve changed instead of just apologizing,” she stands, leaving her bowl behind half-empty and her former friend with a contemplative look on his face.

---

“Alright, campers!” Chris says, leading the two between a pair of wooden bleachers out in the forest. Michael and McLovin can see a track extending into the woods, and both know without saying that that’s where they’re heading next. “Time to welcome back the twenty losers who did not make it here with you today!”

The former competitors walk from the docks. McLovin waves to his friends, who merrily wave back. No one even looks at Michael as they pass to the bleachers. 

“Everyone who is not competing, please take a seat in the peanut gallery of failure! The side you choose should represent who you’re rooting for in the finale,” Chris says, directing the crowd to the bleachers behind him. Each has a large banner with either contestant's face on it. 

Sha-Mod and Courtney are the first to sit on McLovin’s side, followed shortly by just about everyone else. Only one person is sitting in Michael’s gallery. 

Max waves from the empty bleachers. Michael smiles and waves back. 

“Okay, a little surprising, but wow,” Chris says. “Can we get a few more volunteers to pity-join? Makes it more suspenseful.”

“Come on, guys!” McLovin yells to his supporters. “Michael is really… cool and nice and stuff!”

A few contestants raise eyebrows. He sighs. “Staci, Scruffy- um, the tall one- Peter, Kelly,”

Much to their annoyance (and McLovin’s surprise at having people actually listen to him) all of the selected losers get up and move without complaint. Michael rolls her eyes, but she still gives McLovin a slightly grateful look. 

Max hops down from the bleachers and runs over to her, ducking under Chef before he can stop him. “You got this, okay?” he says, holding her hands. 

Chris rolls his eyes and jabs a thumb in their direction, sending Chef over to collect him. Chef grabs Max by the back of his collar and drags him back to the stands. “I believe in you!” he yells before he’s promptly sat down. 

Frollo sits in the middle space between the bleachers on the ground, eternally reading his Bible. 

Chris walks over. “Um, dude, you gotta pick a side,”

He rolls his eyes. “Both of these players are sinners, and-”

Chef walks over, picks him up, and tosses him onto Michael’s side, the few losers already there ducking to avoid him as he shrieks and flies across the screen. 

“Go, MC!” Courtney shouts. 

“Yeah, go support the endless cog of capitalism!” Ass says sarcastically. Courtney smacks them upside the head. 

“McLovin, this is your chance to tell the peanut gallery what you would do with the money if you won,” Chris says, pointing at him. He smiles. 

“I’ve had a lot of time to think about it, and I finally chose just two things I’d want to do with the money,” he says. “First, I’d save half of it for art school and my future living expenses.”

Joner and Michael both raise an eyebrow. 

“And then with everything I have left, I would give everyone who competed on this show an even portion of the money. Including Michael!” 

Everyone aws at that, and everyone on Michael’s side aside from Max silently gets up and walks back over to McLovin’s. Even Frollo’s unconscious body slumps off the stands and rolls over to the other bleachers. Max groans and smacks his forehead. 

“Michael?”

“I would probably save most of it in a secure bank account for my future. And maybe get new skates,”

Everyone stares at her blankly. She sighs. 

“Alright, it’s time for the final challenge: the rejected Olympic relay race!” Chris shouts. “There are three parts: first, each of you has to put on one of these,” he smiles, holding a chicken hat in his right hand and a cow hat in his left. He hands one to each. “Dressed in your very special uniforms, you will run to the first location and shimmy up the pole to grab your flag. Next, you’ll cross a 300m balance beam suspended across a massive gorge while carrying an eagles egg. After is a long distance run back to this location. Whoever gets here first wins!”

The peanut galleries cheer as Michael and McLovin look at each other. 

“Good luck,” he says, adjusting his chicken hat. “You deserve to win.”

Michael stares. “I don’t need your pity,”

“Go, McLovin!” Sha-Mod shouts from the stands. 

“Kick her ass, MC!” Julia yells before a large rock from Michael’s bleachers hits her in the back of the head. She slumps onto Scruffy in the row below, unconscious. 

“Anyone else?!” Max yells from offscreen. 

“Ready!” Chris shouts, waving around a checkered flag. “Set? Go!”

McLovin and Michael start off, the latter in the lead. Michael reaches the flagpole first and takes a leaping jump to the base, scaling it with ease. 

The pencil arrives next and attempts to inch his way up the pole like a worm. “Use your freakishly long limbs!” Ass yells from the stands, still dizzy from Courtney's blow. 

McLovin whimpers and extends his arms higher, grabbing the flag at the same time Michael hops off. 

“How do I get down?!” he yells. 

“Figure it out! You got this!” Courtney yells back. 

McLovin frowns and jumps down, landing on his butt. The crowd winces. 

“Get up, dude!” Sha-Mod yells. “She’s not far ahead!”

Michael approaches the gorge and peers over the edge, where sharks are swimming in the water below the thin, rickety planks of wood. She swallows nervously but runs back around to the eagles nest behind her, grabbing an egg and hiding it in her parka before she begins to cross. 

McLovin follows, snatching an egg and holding it above his head while closing his eyes and screaming, running across the thin plank of wood. 

“You might wanna look where you’re going, dude!” Chris shouts. “Those eggs weren’t for nothing!”

A few campers catch up to the players, stopping behind Chris and looking around the skies nervously. 

Scruffy yells from the edge of the gorge. “McLovin, there are eagles! Huge eagles! And-” another rock hits them square in the temple and they fall backwards. Max tosses another stone from one hand to the other while glaring at the other losers. 

“What did they mean by-” Michael starts before a massive eagle swoops down and lunges for McLovin's exposed egg, talons extended. 

He barely manages to duck, but is thrown off-balance and wobbles around on one foot. The peanut gallery (now on their feet) gasps and watches in terror as he falls to his butt on the plank, but manages to keep himself out of the shark infested waters. 

Michael reaches the other side, pulling the egg out of its hiding place and setting in the nest on stable ground. She starts running again, McLovin (still shaking) not far behind. 

The track takes the two right through camp. “Almost there!” Max yells, one of the campers running behind the contestants. "You can do this! Remember-"

"I want to win!" Michael shouts back. Max nods her on.

“Come on, MC, you got this!” Sha-Mod shouts, a few steps behind Max. “This part is the easiest!”

As he says that, McLovin steps over a suspiciously elevated dirt mound and a huge explosion lets off behind him. 

“What was that?!” Michael shouts as another explosion sounds. 

“Oh, yeah, we had some leftover landmines!” Chris shouts into his megaphone from a safe distance. “Enjoy!”

“Jerk!” Michael snaps, narrowly dodging another massive landmine explosion that takes out the confessional booth.

"Watch out!" McLovin yells, pointing out various lumps of dirt ahead of her.

"I don't need your help!" she snaps back. "I'm not your pity case!"

"What is it gonna take for you to forgive me?!"

"Move. ON!" she shouts, speeding up ahead and jumping over every landmine visible. Another one explodes, sending McLovin backwards.

He screams in terror, covering his eyes and running blindly when he gets up. 

“Get a grip!” Ass yells from behind. “Stop being such a coward!”

“No!” he shouts back. 

Scary scoffs. “Why don’t you just let her win then, nice guy?!”

McLovin frowns, then glares. “NO! Everyone stop yelling, and stop telling me what to do!”

He opens his eyes and starts running faster, flat-out shoving Michael out of the way as the two approach the end of the race. She falls backwards, landing on her butt.

McLovin crosses the finish line, tearing the large red ribbon Chef and Chris are holding up. The peanut gallery cheers, surrounding him. Sha-Mod hugs him, lifting him up like he weighs nothing (which isn’t entirely inaccurate) and McLovin laughs. 

“I won! I won!” McLovin says. “All by myself!”

Ass opens their mouth to say something and Courtney promptly shoves them backwards. Julia, now barely conscious and rubbing her head in the peanut gallery, points and laughs. 

“McLovin wins! McLovin wins!” Chris shouts. “Jeez, who could’ve seen this coming!”

Chef rolls his eyes and shakes his head, dropping the ribbon and walking off. 

Max manages to squeeze through the crowd and run over to Michael. He helps her off the ground and gives her a hug. “I’m so proud of you!”

“What?” she asks, slightly dazed but still smiling. “But I didn’t win!”

“Yeah, but, you tried, and you didn’t die out there,” he says. “And besides, you got what you came here for anyway.”

She raises an eyebrow. “Oh yeah?”

“Yeah,” Max smiles, pulling her in for a kiss. 

“Money! Money! Money!” McLovin’s crowd cheers. 

“About twenty three thousand dollars split twenty-one ways but still good!” Courtney chants along with the group. 

Sha-Mod holds up a finger as McLovin smiles. “Twenty five thousand! I don’t need any extra money, I got my best boyfriend here,”

Joner smiles. “I think you mean bromate, dude,”

“Nah,” Sha-Mod says, leaning on McLovin’s shoulder. “Bromate’s platonic.”

The crowd continues stirring with excitement as Michael walks past, hand-in-hand with Max. She smiles and gives one last wave to McLovin, who waves back, before the two part ways. 

---

“Here we are at the last TTI bonfire ceremony ever,” Chris says, smiling at the entire cast as they sit around the pit. “After eight brutal weeks of torture, infections, and drama, our season winner is McLovin!”

The campers cheer, patting McLovin on the back until he gets patted too hard by Patrick and falls forward. Sha-Mod helps him back to his seat. 

“McLovin, the final marshmallow,” Chris grins, tossing him the treat. He misses it and it smacks him in the forehead, sending him backwards this time. Sha-Mod helps him up again. “A symbol of prosperity. Treasure it for the rest of your life.”

“I will,” McLovin says, holding it to his heart as he places his free hand over Sha-Mod’s. 

Michael rolls her eyes with a smile and turns back to Max, who rests his head on her shoulder. 

“Twenty five thousand isn’t bad for last place,” Fren says, kicking back. 

Staci (now bleach blonde, thanks to Kelly’s handiwork) shrugs as she sits between their two friends. “Better than nothing,”

“At least we got a right groovy finale, baby!” Austin says, patting her on the back. “Great season, baby!”

“Thank you, Austin,” Chris says smugly. “And to all you viewers at home- thank you for supporting us here at Total Takes Island! We all hope you had a good time watching these teens fight to the death, and we can’t wait to see you next season!”

Everyone turns to him. “NEXT SEASON?!”

[btssaysstudy]

Salvage - 2 || jjk/kth.

Summary: After your confession, it's safe to say that there was nothing left to salvage between you and Jungkook. However, things start to change when a new hurdler joins the team. Genre: college!au, track!jungkook, track!taehyung, track!reader, angst & fluff Pairing: jungkook x reader, taehyung x reader Warning(s) : unrequited love, alcohol (drinking) mentioned, swearing Chapter count: 4.5k

series masterlist || one ||

Jungkook may have stopped talking to you, but he never stopped noticing you. But Jungkook had been carrying his own guilt that stopped him from approaching you. Every time you greeted him, all he could remember was how he ignored your texts and left you in the dark.

He wanted to message you and tell you he missed you. He wanted to tell you that he never wants you to leave his side. But he couldn’t. Not when he was the one who pushed you away.

Just when Jungkook had gathered himself to approach you, he noticed you enjoying yourself more. He saw how you got closer to the other track members, and he didn’t want to disrupt your life.

He figured that things were going well for you and it was better that he stayed out of your life. As much as it pained him to not be by your side, he knew he had caused enough damage.

Despite hating it, he made the conscious choice to stay out of your life ever since. Jungkook had convinced himself that it was the right decision.

“Take a picture while you’re at it.” Hoseok’s teasing tone brought him out from his thoughts. Jungkook scoffed, “Wasn’t looking.”

“Definitely believe you. You know she still tells me that it’s her fault.”

“She does?” Jungkook’s eyes darted back to you. You were enjoying your lunch with your usual group but with a new addition - Taehyung.

He used to be that fourth member of the group.

“It’s not her fault, it’s mine…” Jungkook mindlessly uttered with a forlorn gaze as he watched you joke with your friends. Hoseok patted his friend’s back encouragingly, “Use your words on the right person. Those words are not mine to hear.”

“You know I can’t do that. She’s happy now and I hurt her too.”

Hoseok sighed, chugging his Sprite drink down. “I give up on you dude. Don’t be stupid. It’s not too late.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

He grinned at Jungkook, “You should.”

“Hoseok! Jungkook!” A deep cheerful voice disrupted their conversation.

“Hey, Tae! Yn!” Hoseok was the first to greet you and Taehyung. Jungkook greeted Taehyung and glanced at your direction to say hi but you seemed to be actively avoiding his gaze.

Confused and slightly taken aback, he bit back his greeting.

“I’ll text you guys the details later but just wanted to check if you guys are free this Friday night? I’m hosting a small birthday celebration.”

“Sure! I’m free!” Hoseok nudged Jungkook, “You’re free too, right?”

“Yea I’m free.”

Taehyung grinned, draping his arms over your shoulder. “Great! Well, we gotta head off for class now. I’ll text you guys the details later!”

“I’m beginning to think it’s too late, Hoseok.”

—

Even though Taehyung had said those words nonchalantly, they have been glued in your mind. It was hard to consciously stop trying to smile and greet Jungkook whenever you saw him. But you knew Taehyung was right.

You had been trying for so long to salvage your friendship but to no avail. Jungkook had clearly made it clear that he did not want you in his life.

“Yn! Got you your favourite drink on the way!”

You smiled, reaching out to accept the drink, “Thank you Tae! You didn’t have to!”

He gave a short cheeky giggle as he shrugged his shoulders, “I know but you had a long day today. Plus, you just had a good run.”

You tried to ignore the fluttering in your chest as you thanked him once more. Despite it only being a month since you met Taehyung, he had been around you almost every day. He didn’t attempt to hide his happiness when he found you were both classmates for your Wednesday class for the semester.

It was refreshing to have someone so expressive around you again. At times, it reminded you of Jungkook.

“Yn! Let me see your schedule!” Jungkook reached out for your phone only for you to pull back. “Why do you have to see my schedule?”

Jungkook pouted, slouching his shoulders, “Because I want to be classmates with you.”

You shook your head jokingly, “Someone’s being clingy.”

“I am! I love having classes with you.” Jungkook extended his hands out one more time for your phone, successfully grabbing it while you were caught off guard by his response.

“You do?”

Jungkook’s eyes looked up from your phone to meet yours with a bewildered expression. “Why do you sound so shocked? It’s not a secret I love spending time with you. You’re my best friend after all.”

“It’s all practice. You’ll get there too.” You took a big gulp to quench your thirst, “In fact, you’re a really good sprinter. I’m sure you’ll improve in no time.”

“Very kind words.” He teased, tossing a clean towel over your head, completely blocking your view.

Taehyung placed his arms around your sweaty shoulders, “Now it’s your turn to watch me die out there.”

You pulled the towel off your face and your eyes landed on Jungkook who had been looking at you from afar. Immediately, your eyes darted away, focusing back on Taehyung.

“Good luck on your run.” You playfully pushed Taehyung away and watched as he got to his position as the first runner.

Jungkook hated how comfortable you were Taehyung. That used to be you and him. The two of you used to be the inseparable duo. He used to be the one teasing you and handing you your bottle. Why wasn’t it him anymore?

Jungkook knew the answer and he hated it.

Something in him snapped when he started noticing you getting closer to Taehyung. He knew it could’ve been him instead, but he pushed you away unintentionally. Jungkook had screwed it up and he was now facing the consequences.

As he positioned himself as the final runner, all he could think about was how you used to cheer for his name at the top of your lungs.

But right then, he could distinctly hear your voice cheering another man’s name.

Unlike last time, Jungkook acknowledged the feeling in his heart. It was as if someone had punched him in the throat and momentarily made him lose his breath.

-

Surprisingly, ever since you had followed Taehyung’s advice, you have been feeling lighter and it was obvious in your actions and expressions.

“The last time I saw you was that huge birthday party which wasn’t long ago, but I feel like I’m talking to a different yn.”

“What do you mean?”

Hoseok tapped his pen to his chin several times, trying to find the proper words to describe it. You had booked one of the study rooms for the day since Namjoon was over at your place and you didn’t want to disturb them either.

“You just seem less burdened.”

“Less burdened?” You repeated, furrowing your eyebrows in confusion. Hoseok nodded his head, as if he were agreeing with his thoughts.

“I didn’t want to bring it up, but Jungkook’s noticed that you have been avoiding him recently.”

You huffed, “I haven’t been avoiding him. I’ve just been appreciating those who are still by my side.”

He placed his pen down, letting out a long sigh, “Yn, you know that Jungkook still cares about you. I don’t get why you two can’t just talk it out—“

“You know why,” You said sharply, “I’ve given him space, reached out to him, always greeted him to get his attention. But what did I get in return? I get Jungkook trying to avoid bumping into me in every corridor.”

“Y-Yea… He hasn’t shown it in the best way but—“

“I’m tired Hobi, I’ve been trying for so long. I already feel guilty for screwing up our friendship because of some stupid crush. But at this point, I must be stupid for not reading the signs.”

Hoseok’s face showed it all. He felt bad for you. They all did. Every time Jungkook’s name was brought up, it always turned into a lecture of how you two should talk things out or how Jungkook misses you or how you should approach him one last time.

It got tiring at times, but you understood that Jungkook was their friend as well.

Maybe that was another reason why you liked hanging out with Taehyung. He didn’t know the full history between the two of you. Even if he didn’t, Taehyung never pressed to ask for more.

When you hung out with him, the topic was just you and him. It wasn’t about someone else or about any lecturing on life. It was just you enjoying life with Taehyung.

“It’s okay Hobi,” You glanced at your phone that lit up from a notification. Your tired expression instantly vanished when you saw his name. “He’s coming over right now!”

“Tae?” Hoseok’s pitiful expression morphed into something cheekier as he leaned back into his chair, crossing his arms over his chest. “Is this why your aura has changed? Is something going on with you and Taehyung?”

You scoffed, flicking your wrist to dismiss his accusation, “Please, we’re just friends. Good friends, that’s all.”

“Right…” He replied, unconvinced.

“You better not tease me when he arrives—“

“Hello!” The door to the study room busted wide open to reveal Taehyung with his arms outstretched in a welcoming greeting. “What’s for dinner?” He asked, dropping his bag on the floor, and plopping right next to you.

“It’s 2pm, Tae. Why are you thinking of dinner?”

“I need some motivation to look forward to.”

“Well…” Hoseok’s eyes glinted mischievously, and you flashed a warning look his way. Immediately, he changed his mind, “Instead of having dinner at the dining hall, shall we leave campus for some good meal?”

“Sure!”

“Why not!” Taehyung smiled, “Sounds good to me.”

For the next 2 hours, you managed to study with complete focus on your tasks, the two surprisingly did the same. That was until Hoseok’s phone started ringing.

“Hello?” He answered, “Yea… I don’t know, I gotta ask them… Yn and Taehyung…”

Your ears picked up your name and your fingers stopped typing as you tried to listen in to his conversation on the phone.

Hoseok covered his phone’s speaker and whispered, “You guys okay with Jungkook crashing? Library’s packed.”

Taehyung noticed the way your body stiffened at the mention of his name. He figured that you didn’t tell him the whole story, but he didn’t want to pry.

“Are you cool with it?” Taehyung asked you in a low whisper. You didn’t expect Taehyung to direct the question to you and it was thoughtful that he had asked how you felt about it since you had briefly shared your history with Jungkook.

“Yea I’m fine.” You nodded your head, facing Hoseok as he informed Jungkook that he could join in.

Though you tried to make yourself look busy with your revision, your mind was far away from your syllabus. Having Jungkook over was not helping your new agenda on closing the chapter.

“Yn, have you covered this chapter?”

“Mm?” You peered over to Taehyung’s laptop, “Oh I’m revising that now actually.”

‘“Great! Should we go through it together?”

“Yea sure,” You were thankful to have Taehyung force you to focus on your work while waiting for the Jungkook to come over.

It didn’t take long for him to arrive, knocking on the door before entering as he greeted each of you. You willed yourself to make eye contact with Jungkook, casting a small smile as you said hi.

Jungkook was hoping that the seat next to yours was empty. However, he kept his expectations low knowing that Taehyung was present. It didn’t need a genius to notice that you had been spending lots of time with Taehyung. Jungkook always looked for you at the dining hall, though he would chicken out when you made eye contact with him.

So Jungkook immediately picked it up when he always found Taehyung next to you when he spotted you at the dining hall. It left a sour feeling seeing your group become a 4-member group again. It had been a while since your group was ‘complete’, of course, it was because of him.

“Jungkook, wanna join us for dinner?” Taehyung strikes a conversation with the fellow track member opposite him. You stayed out of it as you kept your eyes on your laptop screen, attempting to forget that Jungkook was in the same room as you.

Taehyung had completely given up on studying and he started conversing with Jungkook. As much as Jungkook didn’t like seeing you with Taehyung, he couldn’t help but admit that Taehyung was easy to talk with. He got along well with Taehyung which made him even feel worse that he always felt bitter seeing the two of you together.

As Jungkook’s eyes watched how your face lit up whenever Taehyung talked to you, a heavy feeling washed over him. Jungkook had made his mind that he had to talk to you.

He knew he had to reach out to you before it was too late.

He just had to figure out how.

—

“Happy advance birthday!” You and Miya cheered, raising both your arms to invite Taehyung in for a hug. His eyes lit up with joy, stretching out his arms to pull you both in for a hug.

“Thank you!”

Namjoon chuckled, shaking his head as Taehyung shimmied his shoulders, “Happy advance birthday Tae but I’ll pass on the hug – Alright, then!” Namjoon caved, chuckling as he wrapped his arms around Taehyung, giving a pat on his back.

“Come in!” Taehyung gestured energetically, “Let me show my house.”

It was a small gathering like Taehyung mentioned. He had only invited those that he was genuinely cool with, a few from table tennis and a few from track. Taehyung, being the welcoming host, gave a house tour, explaining how his parents had book a hotel for the night to let him fully enjoy this birthday celebration.

“This is the guest room, if the party ever gets too chaotic, feel free to use it.” Taehyung opened the door, allowing you three to peek into the room.

Right after the house tour, Taehyung led the way to kitchen, where all the food and drinks were. “We just ordered more pizza so don’t be shy, let’s not waste any food!”

“Yo, Tae! How do you set up this game console?” Someone hollered from the living area. Taehyung flashed a grin, “Make yourself at home! I’ll find you all later!”

“Sure, no worries!” Miya nodded, already filling up her paper plate. Taehyung glanced at you, reaching out to pat your arm, “See you later!” He mouthed before heading off to help with the game console.

After everyone grabbed their snacks for the late, you headed to the living area to find the birthday boy placing a racing game on the console.

“Yn!” Taehyung exclaimed while his eyes glued on the TV screen, “Sit beside me! Watch me beat the record.”

You chuckled, taking a sit next to the birthday boy. Miya and Namjoon followed suit, squeezing on the couch next to you.

“Yes!” Taehyung cheered, turning to you for a high-five which you quickly returned. His bright smile never failed to make the people around him happy. Being around him always felt light and peaceful.

“Hold up!” Namjoon pointed to the coffee table, “You have Just Dance too? Let’s play a match before Hoseok comes to wreck us.”

You and Miya laughed aloud, “Were you that affected?”

“Yes, yes I was. Let’s play around! You and Tae versus Miya and I.”

Taehyung glanced at you and shrugged with a playful grin on his face, “Sure!”

Sitting a couple meters away was Jungkook, downing his first cup of the night. His eyes torturing himself as he watched you partner Taehyung for one Just Dance round. The way your eyes lit up, your mouth upturned almost to your ears.

He knew you were happy. He used to see that look all the time.

After seeing it again, he knew he wanted to be the reason that you were smiling. But all he’s done the past year was made you feel guilty. Jungkook knew he had to change things before graduation.

“You okay?” A feminine voice brought him out from his thoughts.

Jungkook winced internally, momentarily forgetting that he had bumped into a friend at the birthday party.

“Y-Yea sorry, just a bit tired.”

“We could leave the party early if you’d like? I can help us tell Taehyung.”

Jungkook sighed, glancing at his empty cup, “Yea maybe—“ He stopped midway as he looked up to see you leaving your group to head to the kitchen alone, “I”ll get us a few snacks to energise.”

He placed his empty cup on the table, not looking back at his companion as he made his way over to the kitchen.

“Yn,” Jungkook’s voice sounded behind you, “We need to talk.”

Out of all things, you had not expected to hear Jungkook’s voice calling your name that night.

“Talk? We haven’t been talking for a year.” You let your words slip as you finished the remaining alcohol in your cup before refilling it with a non-alcoholic refresher.

Jungkook wasn’t sure if it was just the alcohol talking or if it was intentional. He shrugged it off and insisted once more, “Could we talk, please?”

You sighed, nodding your head as you swirled the drink in your cup. “Alright.” Looking up from your cup, Jungkook froze a moment, he noticed the drastic change in your eyes, from how your eyes lit up when you playing Just Dance, to how hurt they looked in front of him.

“I’m shocked that you actually approached me.”

“W-What?”

“I mean seeing how you’ve managed to avoid me for the entire year since I confessed—“

“I’m sorry, I just didn’t know how to react to it.” He admitted, “I was stunned and shocked. You were my best friend and to hear those words from you left me speechless.”

“I understand it definitely shocked you and I gave you space but afterwards it just seemed like you didn’t want anything to do with me.”

Jungkook frantically shook his head, “No, no! You misunderstood, I never wanted that. I never wanted to push you away.”

“But it happened.”

He grimaced, knowing that he played a big part in driving a wedge between the two of you. “I know… And I’m really sorry.”

“Then…” You bit your lip as you contemplated your next few words, “Why have you always avoided me ever since?”

Jungkook’s shoulders slumped as he leaned against the counter. “I just didn’t know how to approach you after all this. And after awhile, you seemed to be settling down with a new group of friends and… I didn’t want to disrupt that.”

“So why’d you approach me tonight?”

Jungkook’s eyes darted to the hallway down to the living area before back to you. “I just… I just want to make things right.”

“Make things right?”

“I miss us,” He admits through a heavy breath, “I miss the times when it was you and me. I know I haven’t been the best friend you’ve needed for the past year, and I regret that. But,” Jungkook takes a deep inhale in before continuing, “But if you’re willing to give me a chance to make things right between us, I promise I won’t screw things up.”

As each word came out from his mouth, you felt a lump grow in your throat as you stopped yourself from breaking down into tears. You have been waiting so long to hear those words from Jungkook — to hear that he still wants you by your side.

“It’s been a year,” You choked, “I don’t get why is this suddenly coming up now—“

Jungkook nodded his head as he ran his hand through his hair as an attempt to calm himself down. You could his own emotions getting to him as he blinked repeatedly to stop himself from tearing up.

“After seeing you with Taehyung, it just reminded me of our times together. I never stopped looking out for you ever since. You were my best friend and the past year always felt like something’s missing.”

Just as if you were moving on to a new chapter without Jungkook in the picture, you found him trying to write himself in it.

“I hope I’m not too late, yn. I mean it when I say that I miss my best friend.”

Jungkook cautiously took a step forward towards you, “I’m not asking for an answer now, but, would you consider it?”

You collected yourself and looked him in the eye, thinking of how to phrase your response. You had almost completely given up on the thought of salvaging your friendship with Jungkook that you thought it was the alcohol making you hallucinate the conversation.

“I’ll think about it—“

“There you are! I’ve been looking for you! Here’s your new cup, got a good mix in there.” A well dressed stranger waltzed into the kitchen and approached Jungkook with a cup filled with whatever mixers Taehyung had at the party.

“Oh, hello, you are?”

“Yn.”

She flashed a smile at you, “I’m Yuna, nice to meet you! Do you know Jungkook too?”

You glanced at him with his eyes begging you not to leave as your conversation with him was unfinished.

“Sort of. Sorry, I gotta look for my friends.” You tilted your head slightly towards the two to say goodbye, promptly turning on your heels to leave the scene.

You went straight up to the guest room, closing the door behind you to mute the loud pop music blasting in the living room.

Making your way over to the guest bed, you melted into the mattress, letting out long sigh as your palms covered your face.

Jungkook’s face planted in your memory as he reached out to you for the first time in a year.

A part of you wished he didn’t do it because you were just starting to make good progress moving on from that part in your life. You hated how much of an effect his words had on you.

As much as you hated to admit it, you never wanted to remove Jungkook from your life. Despite trying to give up, you always hoped that things would change.

Now with Jungkook being the one who approached you, maybe it was the right time to make that change.

The click of the doorknob startled you, jolting yourself up to see Taehyung enter the room.

“Had a feeling you’d be here.”

“Really?”

He shook his head, “No, actually Hoseok just saw you enter the room.”

You chuckled before letting your smile falter, eyes drifting to the wooden floor.

“What’s wrong?”

“It’s nothing Tae.” You looked back up to smile at him, “It’s your birthday party. You should be out there with the rest. I just need some time away from the loud music.”

Taehyung frowned, making his way over to sit next to you.

“They can entertain themselves. You wanna talk about it?”

“I never told you what actually happened with Jungkook.”

Taehyung knew you never told him the full story. He always had a feeling the story was missing information since the day you told him. Sensing that it was a sensitive topic, he never wanted to pry further. He simply nodded his head, staying silent to let you share on your own terms.

“I confessed to him a year ago. I made things awkward between us which is why we drifted. I tried to act normal and get things back to how it was, but I just made it too uncomfortable for him.”

His heart ached as your voice cracked at the end, sniffling to stop yourself from crying. “He approached me tonight, saying that he wants to make things right. You don’t know how badly I’ve been wanting to hear him say that. And to finally hear it,” You let out a bewildered chuckle, “Feels like maybe I had too many drinks.”

Taehyung pressed his lips into a thin line. A part of him had already suspected that something awkward had happened between the two of you. Even though he loved being right, he felt awful knowing that his suspicion was right.

“Shouldn’t you be happy then?”

“I should, shouldn’t I?”

“Are you not?”

“I am… But it’s just so unbelievable.”

Taehyung nodded his head, “The guest room is yours for the night to let it all sink in. That’s good news, yn. You should be happy! Show me that charming smile of yours.” He playfully nudged your sides, trying to get a laugh out of you.

You scoffed, slipping a small smile.

“There we go.” He clapped his hands together, “I’ll go get you water to hydrate and snacks so you can camp out here.”

“No, it’s your birthday party, I’ll come out—“

“My birthday wish is that you stay here and take the time you need to process whatever happened tonight. Could you grant me that?”

Taehyung gently took your hand in his, you nodded your head, “Alright, alright. Thanks Tae, I owe you one.”

“You don’t! You’re just granting my birthday wish!” He grinned before heading towards the door to prepare a special delivery for you.

Sitting alone in the guest room once again, your mind drifted back to Jungkook’s words.

Was there really a chance for both of you to return to how things were?

—

After that Friday night, he decided it was best to give you the weekend to think about what he said. Even though he decided to do that, he made him antsy. He knew he had to do something.

So when Jungkook spotted Miya alone at the dining hall, Jungkook had to approach Miya.

“Hey.”

Miya looked up from her food to greet the person only to then look around her surrounding, “Are you looking for Namjoon?”

“No, I’m actually looking for you.”

“Me?”

Jungkook timidly nodded his head, Miya shrugged her shoulders and gestured to the empty seat opposite her.

“Thanks… I need your help,” Jungkook fidgeted with his fingers, “I want to make up for the lost time with yn. I miss being with her.”

Miya sighed, placing her utensils down, “Jungkook… You don’t need my help for that, I’m sure yn will be more than glad to—“

“We had a… Awkward and tense conversation during Taehyung’s birthday party.”

She chuckled, “So that’s why she was acting strange after the party.”

“She was?”

Miya looked back to Jungkook and shook her head, “Nothing. But, I really don’t think I can be of any help.”

She knew how close you were and Jungkook was also one of her first friends in college, so she wanted to help. She knew how much Jungkook meant to you, even just as friends, she knew how important your friendship with Jungkook was to you.

A part of her had always hoped that she would see you and Jungkook together again. Miya watched Jungkook’s expression, sensing nothing but a genuine determination to make things right.

She shrugged her shoulders, “Alright fine, I’ll help you out.” ~~

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