#I would redo my pocket rant if I had more time

[synthshenanigans]

I'm curious as to peoples idea for what he'd do for the next power hour so

[These all being popular ideas or ppl he's mentioned]

This was all just a ploy to get you to read my info dump theory on the concept of a Chonny Jash Power Hour loser HAHAHA

Im joking tho. Not about my CJPH theory, that is very much real but I'm not forcing you to read it lol

However if you're curious, my inane rambles are further down :}

[Long Rant Post Below]

Okay so I'm gonna start with the basic idea I got it from; that being Nerd. Nerd already foreshadowed the THDPH & the WWPH [Even down to the last song for each of them] Not only that, but he references the stuff hes done in the past as well with a break/pause inbetween.

[This is what I mean]

The first three being all stuff he already did. BDG with Pocket, Tally Hall with Vol.1 & then Cage by Tim Minchin being the start the power hours.

The next two being the power hours he would do after this song [Memento Mori & Charlie's Inferno-Will Wood & That Handsome Devil]. But those are the only songs he would reference in Nerd, leaving no more clues as to what the last one would be. The only thing left in it is the video game references & Stairway to Heaven in the ending. [Which oddly enough also fit the pattern in a way. StH being about dying and the afterlife like Memento Mori & Chonny's Inferno and the video game references being all covers he made on his old channel]

While the VG refs could be a hint at a Videogame or Toby Fox Power Hour, I think at most, if its a clue at all, hinting at the next thing he does is recovering old songs.

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Next, a couple of his songs reference his past stuff. Fine, I'm Fine has a good amount of lines that vaguely refer back to songs from the before [heres a post that goes more into it that's pretty cool!!]. And more importantly Dear Machine references Pocket, Dream (Outro from Calamity) & wings of wax. Pocket being later used in Nerd & the mention of Icarus coming back in Art. Not only that, but the voice in the very end Thermodynamic Lawyer is the exact same [if not very close to] voice filter/effect he uses in Dear Machine. Even down to the British accent he does in it. [Tho it is fairly normal for a music artist to reference their older songs in their music so it could be nothing]

Speaking of Dear Machine tho, quick thing to add about it is that it shows he not against covering his own songs. While yea technically its just a different version of Ode of the Cog, DM,HtC in a way counts as a cover of OotC. Same goes for bargaining/compromise & The Ballad of Dr. Jekyll.

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Another idea with a CJPH is that in the CJFS discord theres a "Question of the Day" Channel. Where, as the name says, a Mod or Helper will ask a CJ related question & everyone can give their idea/imput on it. For Day 100, as a special fun lil thing, they asked Chonny if he wanted to give a question for that day. His question being:

And yes he does say that he doesnt plan on doing anything like that in future [if he even were to do it]. I fully believe he wasn't lying there & honestly I never saw him redoing any song ever until I had the idea of a CJPH [aside from stuff like Spring and a Storm & Storm and a Spring obviously]. But this is the best idea I could ever see him doing that. Also that question was from early August so a fair amount of time has passed. Whether thats enough time to equal "at least in the near future at all" I have no clue, but it is a thought.

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One of my last points [that I remember atm lol] is on how he would end the power hours. Cos like, while yea he does whatever he wants & doesn't rlly follow what anyone says or asks [which I 100% agree with & is completely valid btw], I'd imagine he'd still want to end the PHs with a bang. Which is why I originally didnt think the recent one would be Will Wood.

He's stated a couple of time that hes one of his favorite artist & he definitely knows that a huge chunk of his fan base listen to WW as well. So why not end with that? Why not end with one of the most requested artist people wanted him to cover? Why wouldn't he end with a power hour of the artist that was his #1 on his Spotify Wrapped? What else could he do after that? Well maybe he'd go with his #2 artist? WHICH IS JUST HIMSELF BBYYYY

Plus, the name Power Hour already comes from this:

So it's very likely he's had himself play multiple times in a row & had a "Chonny Jash Power Hour".

Of course theories are just theories so there's always the chance I'm wrong & just insane. And again he does whatever he wants whenever he wants so who knows what it'll be. I just think id be an interesting idea for him to do.

As for how a Chonny Jash Power Hour would look? Maybe each song being a cover of a song from a past album or single? I'd imagine one from the before. & Covered in Discontent [maybe Gothic Whore?]. Like remake Pocket since its been referenced so much, tho that's still just a BDG cover so who knows. the before. would be interesting just to see how his perspective has changed since he originally wrote those songs. Gothic Whore he already has 2 songs that have a story version & a him version so I can see him doing another.

I HIGHLY doubt he'd do anything related to Vol.1 as its his completely separate thing & he doesn't rlly wanna touch any song that's TH/HMS related until whenever he feels like starting Vol.2 [which is valid lol]. If anything I could maybe see like TWWAY, Special or maybe Greener? Or go a different route with the og I'm Gonna Win or like a more outta the box one with like Just a Friend [only cos be did a 20 second "cover" of it in Mucka Blucka]. Again, I do not see him touching anything Vol.1 related but still something to entertain ig? [4th TME cover; The Chonny Electric when/j]

Tho maybe he'd just remake songs that he he fully made [like the before. or Gothic Whore], since those are more of actual Chonny Jash songs rather than the others just being covers. Would be very cool to maybe see a remake of some of his Majora's Mask song tho [no this isn't me coping over HEAL not being on spotify shush]. Or maybe he'd do songs from his old stuff like Don't Take it Personally? [also not me coping over wanting that song on Spotify too]

Idk these are just my thoughts on the idea of a CJPH [or even a Can of Soup Power Hour/j]. Either way I am gonna say idc what he'd do, BDG or Streetlight Manifesto are my other guesses, but anything he makes is always rll good & fun so I'll be interested to see whatever it is.

But ya know considering I typed all this out in the span of an hour & a half I kinda hope im not wrong PFFT

#apologies if there's any grammar or spelling mistakes lol #i just typed a lotta insane ramblings so im bound to mess up somewhere. also i am dyslexic #if you actually managed to read all that. Congrats & thank you :D! Also why tho! you're insane for listening to me being insane/j #I hope I made sense at least #And if you spent any time even glancing at my text thank you a lot but I hope you aren't bored lol #also its still gonna be a bit since he does a power hour but still curious as to ppls ideas of it #at least it BETTER be awhile. bro better take that damn br8k #chonny jash #moss post #KJ is going insane again

[alistonjdrake]

You know I think I touched on it briefly in my world building posts and then I had a rant about pockets but I do think I could revamp my talks about fashion. The ting I exclude the most is the existence of sumptuary laws and dress codes and it’s something I want to touch on more especially when I dive deeper into fixing up ORG/TSS (although I do think I sprinkle it in here and there).

I mean, don’t get me wrong I stand by that no one has to or should go out of their way to describe clothing but if it can be used as an extension of explaining the culture or the interests of the character I don’t see why not. Especially when we take into account dress codes or laws preventing certain people from wearing certain things or dressing in certain ways.

#june trash #I would redo my pocket rant if I had more time #literally every time irl I bring up my pocket knowledge someone brings up purses #and I need to tell people that purses didn't kill women's pockets #the size of pockets and the size of purses are indeed related and it's still the fault of sexism but it didn't happen in that order #purses and pockets lived side by side in harmony for many decades so don't hate the purse it wasn't her fault #although I guess it has nothing to do with my usual brand of posts so I'll just keep that to myself #I think it's good enough to just scream that in plenty of historical dress there would have been more pockets (or bigger ones) than there #are now and I am tired of pseudo-historical protags bemoaning the lack of pockets because the author only knows about false pockets #thank you for letting me pretend I am intelligent

[skinnyducky]

class act // v.h.

requested by @lovesicksofi​ 

a/n this was quite difficult to write. i felt like half the time i was info-dumping and i didn’t want anything to feel redundant or like it was slowing the pace down. however, i tried my best and i think it’s good. i hope this what you were expecting and wanting !

vinnie hacker x plus sized!actress!reader

Word Count: 1544, edited

WARNING: fluff, mentions of death (not real) blood (fake) and stabbing (fake), language, and sadness... i think that’s all.

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You were sitting at the makeup chair in your trailer, watching from the mirror as your makeup artist added blood to the corner of your lips. Today was the last day on set for you as your character in your highly anticipated drama film was meeting their demise. It was bittersweet, but after working for a good three months, you were finally happy to get it over with.

Being an actress was something you dreamed of doing. You went from being the sun in your elementary school’s “food chain” play to starring on Broadway in hits like Mean Girls or Wicked. Now, you were hitting the big screen. Though, when people found out about you, as happy as they were to have another talented actress in the business, they had a lot to say about your weight. You were more curvier, more fuller than most of the women in your field, and you faced a lot of criticism for it. No matter how good your acting was, you were always just the “overweight” girl.

At first, those words hurt, and it made you feel as though you wouldn’t make it in the industry. But then, you realized you had been working your ass off to get to where you are today. You damn sure weren’t about to let some snide remarks get in the way of you achieving your dreams. So, you kept pushing and pushing. Now, you had a leading role in a movie, starring alongside Margot Robbie and Brad Pitt.

“I think I need a little bit more pink in the eye.” You said to Andrew, your makeup artist. He rolled his eyes at you and continued to add blush to your cheeks.

“You’re dying, Y/n, not going to the club.”

You shrugged. “Nothing wrong with wanting to look good before I get stabbed.”

“Har, har…now tilt your head.” Andrew sneered, putting on my mascara. “So, where’s Jen? I miss her rants about contracts and stuff.”

“She’s with another client of hers. Something to do with dropping an album or whatever, I don’t know.”

Andrew snickered, screwing the top onto back onto the mascara. “She’s managing music artists too? Isn’t she quite the manager.”

“Tell me about it. I get lucky if she ever she shows me any attention.” You laughed as you pulled out your phone and started scrolling through Instagram. You went through and liked a bunch of pictures until you stopped on a certain person’s photo. A smile plastered itself onto your face as you admired the shirtless shot of your boyfriend, Vinnie.

“Is that the boyfriend I hear so much about?” Andrew grinned.

“That’s him indeed.” You answered with a smile. “His name’s Vinnie.”

You and Vinnie had been together for a good year. You both met at some sleazy influencer party. With you both clinging to wall, clearly not wanting to be there, you two made small talk. You chatted it up about everything: from favorite colors to Elmo, your conversations were wild. At the end of the night when you were getting ready to leave, he asked you for your number—much to your surprise. With glee, you gave it to him and thus led to a beautiful relationship. Of course, there was hate, people questioning what he was doing with you and mocking you because of your weight. But you weren’t focused on that. You had a gorgeous boyfriend and a blossoming career right in front of you. Jealous fans were the least of your worries.

“He’s a cutie, Y/n. You bagged a baddie.” Andrew joked, spritzing some setting spray on his masterpiece. “So, when can I meet him?”

Just before you could respond, the door to your trailer opened. You turned around and shrieked with excitement as your boyfriend wandered in. “I got lost and met Margot Robbie.” He said, causing you and Andrew to laugh. “Hey, babe.”

Vinnie stepped beside you and planted a kiss to your forehead. “Hey, baby!” You squealed. “This is Andrew, my makeup artist.”

You pointed towards the MUA who merely waved at Vinnie before pulling out his phone. “He’s not really social,” you said. “So, what are you doing here? I thought you were doing a sub-a-thon?”

“Well, I was going to, but I decided to come visit you instead.” He replied, moving to stand behind you. He wrapped his arms around your shoulders and rested his chin on your head. “Aren’t you happy to see me?”

“Of course, I am. I’m always happy to see you.”

He grinned and went to kiss your lips but before he could Andrew stopped him. “Not on my watch, sir. That took an hour and a half, and I really would like to not spend another one redoing it.”

You snickered, turning to Vinnie. “He takes his work seriously.”

“Duly noted.”

You and Vinnie shared a laugh and talked for a minute before you were called to set. After getting dressed in your tattered dress and fishnets, you left your trailer with Vinnie following behind you. Now, you were standing in the middle of a trashed hotel room with Brad Pitt across from you and Margot Robbie standing a few feet away. Vinnie stood with the crew as your director explained the scene thoroughly to you.

“Ginger”—he pointed at you—“is being attacked by Paul”—he pointed to Brad Pitt—“and Susan is banging on the door to help you, but it’s locked. When she opens it, you’re already dead, got it?”

You and the other two nodded before the director rushed to his seat behind the camera and yelled, “Action!”

Once the camera’s started rolling, it was like a shift for you. No longer were you Y/n, you were your character, inside and out. As Brad’s character, Paul—safely—flung you across the room, Vinnie couldn’t help but feel a little pained. He knew you were acting but seeing it, it hurt him a little. Margot’s screams rang throughout the set as she banged against the door. “Don’t hurt her, Paul!” she cried.

Tossing you onto the floor, Brad stood over you menacingly. “You wanna screw me over, bitch!” He shouted, gripping the straps of your dress as he pulled out the fake pocketknife in his back pocket.

“Please don’t do this, I’ll do anything. Please,” You cried, gripping onto Brad’s wrist. “Don’t, Paul…don’t do this!”

Vinnie gulped back a sob as he watched the scene unfold with tears pricking the corners of his eyes. Why am I acting like this? He thought. This isn’t real. But it felt real, all too real. It no longer felt like he was on movie set, no cameras or crew. To him, you weren’t playing a character, you were still Y/n…and you were being hurt. He couldn’t take it; he wanted to intervene and save you…but he couldn’t…and that broke his heart.

Soon enough, the epic moment came, and Brad plunged the “knife” deep into your abdomen. You let out an ear-piercing scream, sending chills down everyone’s body. Your breathing hitched as blood poured from your partly opened lips. And then…your body went limp.

“CUT!”

And with that, you we’re back to Y/n. The director ran over to you and pulled you up off the floor. “That was fucking amazing, oh my god! I’ve never worked with anyone who could convey that much emotion before!”

“Thank you!” You blushed. The rest of your cast and crew members flocked around you, complimenting you on your incredible performance. However, as you looked around, you noticed a specific someone missing from the small crowd. As you humbly accepted everyone’s praise, you said your goodbyes and went to search for you boyfriend around the set. When you didn’t find him, you headed back to your trailer. Before you opened the door, you heard the sound of soft cries. With furrowed brows, you walked into the trailer and there was your boyfriend, crying into a pillow on your couch.

“Vinnie? What’s wrong?” You cooed as you sat next to him and rubbed circles on his back.

He shook his head, keeping quiet. “Vinnie, just tell me. I’m not gonna judge you or anything.” You said.

“All of that…I know it was fake and it was just acting, but it felt so real. Seeing you just…die, it hurt me, y’know? I don’t know if it’s because you’re fucking good at what you do or if it’s just boyfriend instincts but, seeing that and knowing I couldn’t do anything to stop it…it was painful.”

“Oh, Vinnie.” You sighed, wrapping your arms around him. “I’m still here, babe. I’m alive, okay? Nothing actually happened to me.”

He nodded into your chest. “I know, but it was too real. I just had to leave.”

“And I understand. Had I known you were planning on coming, I would’ve warned you ahead of time. I didn’t know seeing me acting out a death scene was going to leave you like this. I’m sorry.”

“Y/n, you have nothing to be sorry for. It’s just me being worried over you.”

You smiled, “Well, you have nothing to be worried about.” You placed a kiss on top of head and started to stroke his hair.

“I’m safe.”

“And a damn good actress.” Vinnie added.

“That too.”

#vinnie hacker imagine #vinnie x reader #vinnie hacker x reader #vinnie hacker

[kaykay-bear]

I AM SO ANGRY RANT

An old bully messaged me on Instagram a few days and I was hesitant on opening it. I opened it and he basically said he wouldn’t forgive me for what I did to him after I revealed his name to a counselor along with other things students have done to me in my program. I thought to myself, “ for what I did to him?” Now, this is the boy that told everyone I started my period and it leaked and sang songs about it. This is the guy that put things in my back pocket by shoving his whole hand in there as a game to make other boys laugh ( without my permission), and had thought I spread a rumor about him wanting to date me and then proceeded to make a big deal about it as I had calmly told him I never said that. After I had come home crying one day after a rough day of school because I was so embarrassed and angry BECAUSE THIS GUY DID ALL THIS AND MORE. My mom called the school and I repeatedly kept to myself because I didn’t want to start any more drama because in my experience, the more you speak out, the worse situations get. After five meetings for several days with the counselor, I had yelled at the counselor it didn’t matter at all; he then had mentioned the person’s name and I remained silent. Then I was sent to the vice principal and had to fill a report that I was so generic about names and events that I had to redo it three times. Finally, it began, and as predicted, it got worse. My program excluded me. I lost friends. And the person who got in trouble and he said to my friends nobody would have cared if I killed myself ( which this was the second time he joked about this that I am aware of that is). AND HE ALMOST GOT EXPELLED BECAUSE OF ALL OF IT. He ended up with friends, he harassed me more and worse, and made jokes about me killing myself. He says he can’t forgive me for what I’ve done, and I should accept that? I’m sorry but this is all bull crap. Am I wrong? I don’t get it?

[sleepyau]

enamigo pt. 3 ~ kim doyoung

genre: college!au, angst

word count: 3061

prompt: less of arch nemeses -> something else entirely

warning: language, drinking

author’s note: well this ending is honestly completely different from how i first imagined it. maybe one day in the future i will post the original story line for this au... anywhom i hope you enjoy and thank you for reading <3 p.s. stan kim doyoung and the rest of the nct boys because they’re amazing

parts: one ~ two ~ three

You had never really been the partying type. For as long as you could remember, you had only gone to parties for one reason: to watch over your friends. It was undoubtedly your most ‘mom friend’ characteristic, but you weren’t shy about it. If some perv’s hand was wandering a little too high, or if their eyes were roaming a little too much, you’d be the first person to walk over and put them in their place. Sometimes, it bothered your friends. Other times, it saved them from doing something they’d regret.

One night, your protective instincts stretched out further than they ever had before.

You were standing towards the edge of the makeshift dance floor, bobbing your head to the music and scrolling through your phone. You would look up occasionally to make sure nobody was doing anything stupid, but it was, overall, a pretty calm night.

As you were about to pass another level of Cut the Rope, you heard something that sparked up your inner caretaker.

“No thanks, I don’t want to,” somebody was saying.

“Come on, live a little!”

“Get off of me!”

You looked up to see Kim Doyoung, a student in the same grade as you, trying to pry an unfamiliar girl off of his arm.

“Why are you being so frigid? Just come on!” the girl persisted, beginning to drag him towards the stairs.

“I really don’t want to.”

You finally had enough of the scene when the girl quite obviously dug her nails into his arm to stop his protesting. You shoved your phone into your pocket and started walking over to them. “Hey, baby,” you called out.

Doyoung glanced at you in confusion, but you just smiled and wrapped a comparatively more gentle hand around his upper arm.

“I’ve been looking all over for you. Who’s this?” you asked, quickly turning your attention to the girl.

“I-I don’t know,” Doyoung answered.

“Well, you’ve certainly got a strong grip, huh? Why don’t you let go of his arm now and go sit in the bathroom to heavily rethink your whole maiming technique?” you sniped, ending with a sugary sweet smile.

The girl shot a bitter glare at you, but nonetheless extracted her demon nails from his skin. You winced at the small drop of blood that rolled out upon her leaving, but didn’t move to wipe it off until she was a safe distance away.

“I could’ve handled that,” Doyoung mumbled, not making eye contact with you.

“Oh, I know. I just thought my way was much quicker, don’t you agree?” you smiled congenially. It took him a moment to return the gesture.

“Thank you, Y/N.”

“No problem, Doyoung.”

You shut your eyes in an effort to block out the memories from over a year and a half before that wouldn’t stop running through your head. You knew that what happened in the past should stay in the past, but obviously your subconscious had yet to get the memo.

“Y/N, can you help me with this essay?” Johnny asked you, dragging you back into focus.

“Sure, what can I do?” you replied easily.

He slid his laptop over to you. “I can’t tell if this makes sense or not.”

You scanned over his paragraph, stopping every now and then to add a comma or remove a word, then shook your head, “No, it sounds great. Great job.”

“Thanks!” he beamed. His smile quickly fell and he stood up abruptly. “Oh no.”

“What’s wrong?”

“Ann’s walking over here like a bull and I am not getting killed today. I’ll see you later, Y/N.”

You didn’t bother turning around to check if he was right. You instead waited for Ann to walk the full way, then circle around the table to sit in front of you.

“You really are a bitch,” she began.

“What did I do now?”

“I had to find out from Taeil that you and Doyoung dated?”

“Here.” You sat down next to Doyoung and gave him half of a Twix bar.

“Which half is this?” he asked.

“Uh, I don’t know. I think it’s the left, why?”

“I only eat the right half,” he informed you.

You raised your eyebrows at him, then said, “Well, what if I only eat the right half?”

“Well, then that sucks for you, because the right half is mine already.”

“Except I have it right now, don’t I? So I win?”

Doyoung leaned forward and took a bite out of the chocolate bar in your hands, “Now I win.”

“You ass! Now give me a bite of yours!” you demanded.

“No problem, considering it’s yours now.”

You both glared at each other for a minute, then you leaned up and pulled a coin out of your back pocket. “Okay, let’s flip a coin; if it’s heads, I get the right side. If it’s tails, you get the left side. Deal?”

“Deal.”

You smiled at your own private trick, then flipped the coin. It rolled for a few seconds, then landed on tails.

“Oh, sucks for you!” you cheered, pulling the right side closer to your chest. “Guess you’ll just have to get used to the taste of defeat.”

“You may have won the battle, Y/N, but I will win the war!”

After that, you both settled down and pressed play on some random music video on Doyoung’s laptop. It only took a few moments for him to pause it again, however.

“Oh, you little cheat,” he finally said. You laughed shamelessly as he pouted, “Redo!”

“Sorry, kiddo. It’s too late for that.” You held up the empty Twix packet then laughed even harder. “Took you long enough to get it!”

“That’s not fair! Let’s make another deal then!”

“Fine, fine. Lemme guess: heads, I throw away the wrapper, tails, you watch me throw it away?” you teased.

“No, that’s too predictable,” Doyoung dismissed. He thought for a minute, then smiled shyly. “Okay, I have it.”

“Let’s hear it.”

“If it’s heads, you go out with me. If it’s tails, I’ll go out with you.”

“Ha-ha, very funny. You only get one redo, you know?” you laughed.

“I’m being serious.”

Your smile immediately fell. His eyes were honest, and he wasn’t laughing, but it still felt like it should’ve been a joke.

“Doyoung...”

“Come on, Y/N, don’t pretend like you don’t know there’s something between us - something that makes us more than ‘just friends’,” Doyoung immediately protested.

“I’m not-”

“And even if you don’t like me that much right now, it’s okay! We don’t have to go super fast or anything like that - we can take it slow. And besides, I think I like you enough for the both of us. For real, I’ve liked you for a long time - even before that party. I’m pretty sure I fell for you at first sight, when I saw you in class for the first time. I mean - not in a creepy way or anything! Just... Why are you laughing?”

You hid your smile behind your hand and answered between your giggles, “You’re ranting, Doyoung. And really fast, too. It’s adorable, really.”

“Adorable enough for you to go out with?” he asked again.

You rolled your eyes, “I was going to say yes, anyways.”

“Y/N!”

You zoned back in to see Ann’s angry face across from you, and groaned, “I didn’t keep it from you intentionally, I promise.”

“So what, it just never came up?” she asked disbelievingly.

“Yeah. We didn’t really go out of our way to tell people about it, even when we were still dating. Yeri knew because she was my roommate at the time, and the other girls just asked me about our history once. It just happened that you weren’t there at that time. I wasn’t trying to keep it a secret until you told me you liked him,” you explained.

“Why the hell would you do that? I made a complete ass of myself and acted like a total bitch! If I had known you two had history, I wouldn’t have even looked at him!” she yelled.

“That’s why I didn’t want to tell you! I knew you wouldn’t try anything if you thought it would hurt me.”

“Why?”

“Because it’s not my place to keep him from being happy! I already hurt him once, I didn’t want to hurt him again by keeping such a great girl from liking him.”

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“Are you okay, Y/N?” Doyoung asked you gently, pulling your hands down from where they were covering your face.

“No. I can’t believe this happened. I’ve never, never failed a test before. Not in my entire life,” you cried. Doyoung wiped your tears away with the edge of his sleeve and pulled you closer to his chest.

“You’ll be okay, Y/N. It’s one test, and it’ll hurt your grade, but that professor loves you! I’m sure she’ll give you extra credit if you asked - or, maybe even let you take it again.”

“That’s not the point. The point is I shouldn’t have failed in the first place!”

“You couldn’t help it,” Doyoung tried to soothe you again. It was clear that he wasn’t understanding what you were implying.

“Doyoung, I didn’t study for that test because I was hanging out with you. And then, I couldn’t even focus during the test because we stayed up late last night talking.”

“What... What are you trying to say?”

“You’re too much of a distraction for me, Doyoung. School needs to be my priority right now,” you whispered.

“Is this- I mean, are you-”

“I’m breaking up with you, Doyoung. I’m sorry.”

“But I- surely there’s a better way?”

“I don’t think there is,” you shook your head.

“But... I love you, Y/N,” Doyoung’s voice cracked as he tried not to cry. “I don’t understand, I thought you loved me too. And if we love each other then we can make it through this - I’ll help you study! I’m great at studying, and I’m really good in that subject.”

“I-” you stopped yourself before you could finish your sentence. You knew telling him you loved him too would only work to hinder your purpose, even if it was the truth, so you swallowed the words and instead spat out, “You need to leave now, Doyoung. I need to start studying so that I can retake my test.”

“Y/N-”

“Go.”

“...and then that was it,” you finished telling Ann the story. “We stopped talking after that, and then when he switched majors into one that was similar to mine, it was an immediate clash.”

“So, what? You both just started hating each other?” she asked.

“I guess. It wasn’t real hatred, it was just competitiveness that was fueled by past events,” you shrugged.

“Doesn’t it bother you? Clearly neither of you actually stopped liking the other-”

You were quick to cut her off, “Oh, no. Trust me, I don’t like him and he doesn’t like me. It was a long time ago, almost two years now.” Your words were convincing, but you weren’t sure you believed them. “Don’t let what’s happened in the past stop you from getting with him now.”

“If you don’t like him now then why were you jealous?”

“Because you got what I couldn’t have? I mean, of course Doyoung isn't something to be had but... You are able to date him and I wasn’t. I guess I was just feeling bitter about it.”

“‘Was’?”

“Yes, ‘was’. I’m over it now. I feel better after talking it out with you, and with him last night. I’m sorry that I didn’t do that sooner,” you lied through your teeth.

“It’s okay. I’m sorry I was being a total brat,” Ann returned your sentiment, and you smiled. “Are you sure it’s okay if we keep going out? The last thing I want to do is make you uncomfortable.”

“Yes, I’m sure! Look, he’s coming over now. Be cool,” you warned, pasting a fake smile onto your face. “Hey, Doyoung.”

“Uh, hey, Y/N,” he replied hesitantly. He stopped at the side of the table, and you itched to push him towards Ann, but not as much as you wished to pull him closer to you.

“Are you guys going to class right now?” you asked.

“Yeah. Are you ready?” Doyoung directed the question to Ann, who nodded pleasantly and stood up.

“Thanks for talking to me about... stuff, Y/N. I’ll see you later,” she waved, and then they both walked off in a halo of golden sunlight.

You took a shaky breath in to keep your tears at bay, then comforted yourself, “Good job, Y/N, you did the right thing.”

As you watched Ann laugh at something Doyoung said, you recalled one last memory that you didn’t share with Ann - that you didn’t share with anyone, in fact. It was a moment that was so private and personal that it could have qualified as a secret you kept even from yourself, at times. You were sure that Doyoung had since forgotten about it, but now you cherished it with all of your heart.

“Hello?” you greeted. Doyoung had called you about thirty times in the span of one hour, and you finally grew weak enough to answer his call.

“Y/N,” Doyoung sighed. You had promised yourself that you would remain strong and steady throughout the entire call, but you broke just at the sound of his voice.

“Hey,” you repeated.

“Hi.”

“Did you have anything else to say?” you whispered sarcastically.

“Honestly, I didn’t think I’d get this far.”

“Are you drunk?” you asked, noticing a small slur to his words.

“A little. Maybe. How many times have I called you?”

“Around 30.”

“Then I’m that much drunk,” he laughed, though it was obviously more out of confusion than actual humor.

“You need to call somebody,” you advised.

“I’m calling you right now!”

“No, somebody who can help you get home okay. Call Yuta or Taeyong, maybe. Wait, don’t call Taeyong, he’ll kill you if you throw up in his car.”

Doyoung didn’t say anything for a moment, and you thought he hung up the call until he, quite soberly, said, “You always used to take care of me when I got out of hand.”

You inhaled deeply to absorb the strong impact of his words, then shakily replied, “That was a while ago, Doyoung. Now you need to find somebody else to take care of you.”

“But, baby, I don’t want nobody but you,” he slurred.

“Oh my, you’re so drunk,” you laughed.

“Oh, God. Do that again,” he suddenly begged.

“Do what?”

“Laugh. I haven’t heard your laugh in so long. It’s my favorite sound, ever. Did I ever tell you that?”

“No, you didn’t.”

“Well I could-” Doyoung coughed, then continued, “I could listen to your laugh every single minute of every single day and not get tired of it. It’s the prettiest sound in the world. You’re even - it’s like singing! You laugh better than I sing!”

“Well, I wouldn’t know, considering you’ve never sung for me,” you pointed out.

“Do you want me to right now?” he offered.

“Are you even able to?”

“Of course! Okay... hm... Oh, I know!” Doyoung dramatically cleared his throat, then began, “I wanna be with you. Oh, I wanna be with you. Through the rain and snow I wanna be with you. Oh, I wanna be with you. And I really, really wanna be with you. I'm so very lonely without you. I can hardly breathe when you are away. Without you I might sleep away all day...”

By the time he finished singing, you were crying uncontrollably.

“No! I didn’t want to make you cry!” he exclaimed, and there was shuffling on the other end before he said, “I just wanted to tell you how I feel.”

“I feel the same way, Doyoung, that’s why I’m crying,” you confessed, wiping your tears away with your own shirtsleeves.

There was a pause, and then, “If you’re sad, and I’m sad, then why don’t we just get back together?”

“I already told you, Doyoung. I need to focus on school. I can’t...”

“But, I’ll keep my distance! I’ll only call you once a day, and I won’t bother you when you’re studying,” he said.

“You’re not the problem here. I am.”

“What do you mean?”

“I’m sure you can keep your distance just fine, but I can’t. I can’t control myself around you. I want to be with you always, you know? If you didn’t call me then I’d just spend the whole time thinking about what we would talk about if you did call me. It wasn’t that I couldn’t focus on school because you were too clingy, it was because I can’t think of anything except for you.”

“Can’t we just go on a break until summer?” Doyoung tried again.

“I can’t do that to you, Doyoung. I can’t just string you along like that,” you sighed.

“But it’s not stringing along. I’ll always love you, even if we’re not together. You know that, right?”

You were crying again. “You don’t make it easy to be broken up, neither. You’re way too perfect - always making me miss you.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry, it’s not like there’s anything you can do to stop it, unless you start treating me like an asshole all the time,” you rolled your eyes.

“Would that make it easier for you?” he quietly asked.

“I don’t know, maybe?” You thought about it for a minute. “Maybe... I can pretend to hate you, and you can pretend to hate me, and then we wouldn’t be feeling any of the remaining sadness because we would be too busy hating each other.”

“If that would make it easier.”

“I don’t know if it would, but it doesn’t even matter - I doubt you’ll even remember this in the morning,” you sighed.

“I wish we could just be happy,” he whispered.

“Me, too, Doyoung. Me too.”

It was quiet for several minutes, and you were about to hang up and call somebody to go find him, when a small voice carried through the phone:

“I will make sure to keep my distance. Say I love you when you’re not listening, and how long can we keep this up?”

#thank you so much for reading #doyoung #kim doyoung #nct #nct 127 #nct u #nct imagine #kpop imagine #kpop au #kpop scenario

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The Angel In Pink - Chapter 3

Chapter: 1 2 3 4

The door opened to reveal Jin, who looked half asleep, wearing a baby pink pyjama set, rubbing his eyes tiredly. Namjoon cursed at himself for not realising that the sun had already set and that Jin probably finally got some sleep after a long shift. At the same time, he couldn’t help but stare at how adorable the man looked; all droopy eyed. Namjoon opened his mouth to introduce himself but Jin started speaking, no longer tired look but instead, the man was glaring. “You have some nerve coming back here…”.

The doctor shook his head before turning to walk deeper into the house as he continued to talking. Namjoon took this as a ‘please come in’ and walked in, closing the door behind him. He took off his shoes and was careful to not to bleed all over the expensive carpet. He quickly followed the elder’s still ranting voice into the bathroom, entering the room just as the elder turned around to face him. “…I don’t care about you so what makes you think I’m going to help you this time?”

“Um…” Namjoon had to hold in a chuckle; to him, the man was so precious when he was trying to be mad, “because you let me into your house and you already got out your first aid kit?”

Jin looked down and indeed, he was holding the box of medical supplies. He glared at the ground for a moment to yell at his body for moving on autopilot before glaring at the man in front of him, “Sit. Not another sound from you”.

The gang leader kept quiet, sitting on the edge of the bathtub as the doctor stitched him up. He knew that Jin was still angry with him because everything he let out a sound of pain, the doctor would mutter something under his breath. It took a while but Namjoon was finally all patched up. Jin sighed when he finished, washing his hands, water running red. “Go sit in the kitchen. I have to clean up”. Namjoon looked around; his bloody button-up laid discarded on the tiled floor surrounded by a few cotton balls also soaked with blood and the kit laying opened, supplies everywhere. He started to reach down-

“Don’t even think about it” Jin stated, back still facing him. “I don’t want you to rip open your stitches”.

Namjoon stood back up and gave him a goofy smile through the mirror. “So you do care about me”.

Jin turned around as he scoffed before rolling his eyes. “If your stitches come undone, I’ll have to spend another 20 minutes of my life redoing them. No, thank you”. He then proceeded to push Namjoon out the door. “Kitchen. Go sit”.

It took Jin exactly 7 minutes and 38 seconds, not that Namjoon was counting, to return to the kitchen, sitting on the counter chair next to the leader.

They sat in silence for a few moments before Namjoon decided to break it. “I didn’t think you’d remember me”.

Jin scoffed, “please, I’m a doctor. I always remember my patients, especially disrespectful ones who disappeared without so much a note”.

Namjoon gulped, nervously.

“So, you better answer all my questions honestly to repay me for my generosity,” The doctor narrowed his eyes at the other, “got it?”.

The leader nodded quickly and Jin smiled, “Good. What’s your name?”

“Kim Namjoon”. The words gushed out of his mouth before he could stop it. The leader mentally slapped himself for being so weak against a guy who looked like he couldn’t even throw a decent punch.

“Well, Kim Namjoon…” Jin smiled for it quickly slipped off his face, “Wait…Namjoon…Namjoon” The leader furrowed his brows. Why was he repeating his name? “…NJ!”

Oh. That’s why.

“You!” Jin’s glare returned, “You’re the one who sent all those flowers”.

Namjoon gave a goofy smile, “Do you like them?”

“Yes-” Jin blurted out, “I mean, no-”. Namjoon frowned. “I mean; one bouquet would have been nice but you fill up the entire reception area everyday.” The doctor gave him a small smile, “It’s kind of turning into a safety hazard”.

“Oh…” Namjoon stared down at his hands in gloom. “I didn’t think of that. Sorry”.

“Seriously though, thank you for the flowers but please don’t send anymore…”.

He looked back up, eyes widening at Jin’s smile. To Namjoon, it seemed like there was a glow around the other man.

“…why flowers though, people usually send fruits baskets?” Jin added quietly as an afterthought, more to himself than anyone else.

Namjoon closed his eyes mentally slapping himself for not realising sooner; Jin liked flower but he loved food. The leader remembered back to how the doctor loved to spend his time-off trying different restaurants. He glanced at Jin with a smile, “Okay, I won’t send anymore flowers”.

“Good” Jin replied, “So why were you stabbed?”

“Um…” Namjoon hesitated for a moment seeing as he couldn’t say ‘so I could come see you’. “My hyung stabbed me”.

The doctor’s eyes widened before exclaiming, “What kind of hyung is that?”

“The closest kind” The leader grinned. Jin shook his head. This guy was not right in the head.

“That night…’ Namjoon started to ask, “did you happen to see a small box?”

Jin looked off to the side and tried to remember the night two weeks ago before nodding, “Yeah, I remember seeing it. Why?”

“Was it in my pocket when you found me on the street?’

“Yeah, it was”.

“Do you know what was inside?”

Jin nodded again, “A USB. The box fell from your pocket when I was stitching you up and the USB came out of it. I put it back though. Why?”.

Namjoon released a sigh of relief before shaking his head with a smile, “Don’t worry about it”.

“Okay, you sure are a weird one” Jin said with a certain tenderness in his eyes.

They continued to stare at each other for a few moments; Jin was basking in the comfortable silence while Namjoon was slowly wrecking his mind. He tapped his fingers against the marble countertop, inhaling every couple of seconds like he wanted to say something but just ended up biting his bottom lip to stop himself.

“Is there something you want to say?” Jin asked, slightly concerned about how the other was acting.

In his mind, Namjoon said ‘fuck it’ before blurting out, “Would you like to go on a date with me?”.

Namjoon came bursting through the front door into the living room where everyone was resting with a giant smile on his face. “I told you it wasn’t Jin” He said more to Yoongi than to the couple.

“Well, look who’s back” Hoseok teased, head in Taehyung’s lap as the other typed away on his computer that was perched on the couch’s armrest.

“That doesn’t solve our current problem, does it?” Yoongi drawled, ignoring Namjoon’s obvious ‘ha, I was right’. “We still don’t know who took it and we don’t have the information”.

“Yeah, that’s true…” Namjoon trailed off. In the last two weeks, he hasn’t really spent much time on ‘gang’ stuff, not that there were much to do in the first place. The clubs basically ran itself, they had people who collected shipments for them, there was nobody on their hit list yet, and nobody was trying to kill them. The only major issue was concerning the USB and the information which they found out today. Normally, he would have thought of a solution already but he was a bit occupied.

“Just tell whatever-his-name-is to send another one. Also get him to send us the location when the USB is accessed” Taehyung stated absentmindedly and everyone else stared at him. “What?”

“That is a genius idea, babe” Hoseok gave him a giant kiss.

Namjoon continued to start at the kid, “That was so obvious, why didn’t I think of that?”

“Maybe it’s because you mind was filled with your lover boy” Yoongi teased.

The leader just ignored his comment before pulling out his phone and calling Minwoo. “Minwoo, you have a tracker on that USB, don’t you?’

“Yeah…why?” Minwoo asked cautiously from the other side. He still hadn’t gotten over the fact that he was stabbed by Yoongi.

“I want you to send us the location when it gets accessed”.

“Okay, I can do that”. He quickly agreed in fear that Bangtan was going to kidnap him again and stab him some more if he didn’t.

“Also, send us another one” Namjoon ordered.

“Heck no,” Minwoo replied sharply, “I’m not losing another delivery person. If you want the information, go to Taiwan yourself. I’ll text you the details”.

And with that Minwoo hung up. Namjoon sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“What did he say?” Taehyung asked.

“He’s not gonna deliver it. We have to get it ourselves”.

“Okay,” He nodded before glancing at Yoongi, “Hyung can do that”.

Yoongi shot up in his seat, “Why are you looking at me? I’m not going”.

“Come on, hyung” Taehyung whined, “You’re the only that can go. Namjoonie hyung can’t because he’s the leader. Hobi is afraid of flying, and I… well, I have to take care of security stuff so you have a safe flight.”

Yoongi scowled, knowing that the kid was right. “Fine, book me the flight, I’m leaving tonight”.

#namjin #bts #bangtan #bts fanfic #namjin fanfic #bts namjoon #bts jin #rap monster #jungkook #jimin #taehyung #hoseok #bts suga #bts j hope #bts gang au #bts mafia au

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If You Do .3

Masterlist

BM

I was stocking the bar shelves with the bottles of alcohol that were delivered this morning, it as getting really close to the opening and I was getting really excited and nervious about it. I've been working so hard to get this bar open, and now it was finally happening in just over a week. I wasn't really sure how I was going to feel about everything after the bar was finally open, it's a weird feeling, finally accomplishing something you've been working years towards.

"Yo, when are the guys coming out to remodel the bathroom?" Jae asked leaning on the bar.

That was literally the only thing left to do. Not that the other bathroom wasn't functional, unless you ask the girls who were insistent about it needing to be renovated. But I had the money there to do it so there was no point leaving it.

"Tomorrow,"

"That's good," he nodded.

"Why? It's not like you can't use it now," I frowned at him.

"Oh, no it was working great, it's just that is currently raining in there," he shrugged casually.

"What?" I stopped what I was doing.

"Yeah I think a pipe burst, I'm off busking, see ya," he walked out.

I put the bottle down on the floor and ran upstairs. I could hear it before I could see it, we had pulled the dry wall down ready for the guys to come in tomorrow and redo it all, the exposed pipe was spraying out across the room. The showers was still running, I'm guessing Jae didn't feel like dealing with it. I fought my way through the rocketing water to turn the tap off before rushing down stairs to turn off the water main. I sighed making my way back up the stairs with the mop from the kitchen storage. I sighed again stopping at the bathroom doorway, I didn't need this, this is the last thing I needed. I stopped starring at the flooded room and started pushing the water towards the drain.

"Dude, what happened?" Sam yawned behind me wearing nothing but a pair of grandpa pyjama pants and the necklace he never takes off.

."A freaking pipe burst,"

"Shit,"

"There goes my back up savings," I shook my head.

"It can't cost that much to fix, can it?"

"It can if the pipe needs replacing, and judging by the age of the building and the rust, it will probably be better in the long run to just replace them. I should have done it when I got the pipes replaced downstairs. I just didn't think they would be as bad here," I sighed.

"Don't let Thea know, she told you to replace them," Sam smirked.

"I know, but I'm going to have to. We're going to need somewhere to stay until this is fixed, because I can't turn the water back on with the pipe like that,"

"I'll ring Charlie and let her know," Sam yawned again.

"Why? I have a key,"

"Yeah but if we don't tell them then they'll get annoyed," he stretched wondering back to his bed to get his phone. They wouldn't be annoyed in the slightest, I'm sure they half expect us to show up, and we're there more than we're here recently.

I continued pushing the water towards the drain which was irritating, half of the water washed over the drain without going in. After the forth time is just got ridiculous and I let my temper get the better of me and threw the mop across the room, hitting a pipe which just made me yell.

"She's not answering," he said slowly, raising an eyebrow at me.

"Why don't I do that?" he shook his head at me.

"You can call Thea, she'll answer,"

"Not if she's working," I mutter but when to ring her anyway.

THEA

I was cleaning up my lunch when my phone started ringing. I sighed pulling it from my pocket. I was already running a little late.

"Hello?" I answered.

"Hey Thea, how are you?" BM's voice filled the receiver.

"What do you want?" I sighed lifting my tray and rushing towards the bin.

"Uh, I need a favour,"

"What?"

"So, we need somewhere to stay for a week or so, can we crash at yours?"

"Why?"

"A pipe in the bathroom burst,"

"Are you serious?" I frowned putting the tray down and turning around, walk-in straight into someone.

"Shit,"

"What?" He asked.

"I'll call you back, it's fine you have keys,"I said hanging up.

"I am so sorry," I apologised, looking up at the person I'd just walked into. I had just caused an attractive guy to spill his soup on himself. I was really hoping that it wasn't hot, but judging by the way he pulled the shirt from sticking to himself, it wasn't cold.

"Oh my gosh, are you okay?" I frowned grabbing a hand full of napkins.

I honestly don't know what I was thinking, I just know I didn't want him to get burnt badly. So I took the handful of napkins, lifted his shirt and dabbed the soup that had soaked through, I didn't register what I was doing until I looked up and he was smirking down at me.

"Oh my god, what am I doing," I muttered to myself quickly stepping back.

"I'm so sorry, I wasn't paying attention," I avoided looking him in the eye.

"Pretty elaborate scheme, spilling soup on me to see my abs," he smirked.

"I did not, it was an accident,"

"I was kidding, are you okay?" he smiled this adorable goofy smile.

"I'm fine, I didn't get hot soup spilt all over me,"

"It's not hot, it's cold noodle soup" he smiled.

"Oh my gosh, I thought I'd burnt you, that's why I did that, who eats cold noodle soup , that's a little weird, but I don't know why I didn't just dab the shirt, it's not like I wanted to feel you up or anything I just didn't want you to burn, not that your not attractive enough to feel up it's just not something I normally do to people I never meet, not that I do it to people I have met. Oh my god stop talking," I rambled until I covered my own mouth.

"People who are working and only have a short lunch break, that's who eats cold noodle soup,"

"Oh shoot, I'm late," I realised I was suppose to be back in fifteen minutes which meant I would have to run, probably.

"Wait, can I give you my number? You kind of owe me a soup," he stated.

"Ah, sure. But I really do have to go," I handed him my phone. He dialed his number into my phone and rang himself, or at least that's what I was assuming.

"What are you doing?" I frowned.

"Making sure I have your number too, I don't want to feel hopeless waiting around waiting for you to message me," he winked.

"You're kind of weird," I frowned wondering if I was going to regret this.

"Here," he handed me my phone back.

"Aren't you late?" He raised an eyebrow when I stared at him.

"Shit, yeah, sorry again," I called and I all but ran out of the food court.

I was half way back when I realised I didn't even know his name. Good job Thea, you're so stupid. Charlie was going to think it was hilarious when I told her later.

SAM

We got to the girls house, BM had spent twenty minutes at home trying to find his key, probably because he was too busy ranting to actually be looking properly.

The minute he unlocked the door Volk came barreling out, I'd expected him too, he knew the sound of my car and I didn't come and see him nearly enough.

"Dude, hurry up, if one of the cats get out the girls will kill us," BM frowned at me.

"Relax, they're probably sleeping with Polo,"

"Sora won't be, she's a little guard cat," he wasn't wrong.

Sora was Charlies kitten, this small little ball of fluff that wasn't scared of anything, the minute she heard a noise she was up and ready to investigate, which was probably a good thing considering their dog Polo was basically deaf. Volk was mine, he stayed with the girls because it wasn't safe to have him in the bar while it was under construction, and he was an energetic dog, we didn't have a yard, the girls do. But I try to come by as much as possible to see him, and he loses his mind when I do.

"Come on," I called making my way up the few stairs that lead into the backroom.

It used to be a porch but the owner had closed it in and converted it into another space, the girls used half for an entertaining area and half for their office, probably because they converted their office space into a spare room for us to stay in. The next room was used as an entrance way with a cupboard for shoes and they also used it as their laundry, off the room to the left was their bathroom. The other door off the front room, took you through into the kitchen/dining area with the spare bedroom coming off the dinning room. Down the hallway, there was a door on either wall, the right leading to Thea's room, the left to Charlie's and the door at the end lead to the lounge room and that was their whole house.

Volk followed me through into the spare bedroom which would look a whole lot bigger if 90% of the space wasn't taken up by a bunk bed, double on the bottom, single on the top. They got that expecting the three of us to sleep in here, but most of the time it's just me and sometimes Jae, but most of the time he sleeps in with Charlie and BM sleeps on the lounge or in Thea's bed. He prefers lounges to bed for some reason but he has no problem sleeping in Thea's bed.

"Make sure we don't leave out bags out here, Thea will have a freak out if we mess up the house," BM stated.

"She thinks the house is a mess if there is a plate in the sink," I pointed out.

"Let's just make sure our bags are in the room," he shrugged.

"What time do they even get home today?"

"Charlie I have no idea, she has volunteer and work today," he shrugged.

"She'll be home about 7," I shrugged.

"Thea will be home around 6-6.30 but she's got rehearsals tonight so she'll be gone until 11 ish," he shrugged.

"How do those two even function, I swear they never have and free time but they're always around,"

Charlie managed to juggle work, studying both at home and on campus, volunteer work and still was able to do dance classes and her occasional on stage performance as well. Thea does study and industry placement for school, she used to work, and does burlesque classes as well stages and a competition here and there. Yet some how they're always around causing trouble or just being a pain.

CHARLIE

Sam's car was in our car port when I got home, but Thea's wasn't which was a little odd, she was normally home before me on a Wednesday. Sora was waiting for me when I walked in the door, as soon as she seen me she did her adorable little kitten meow. Volt wasn't waiting but he did come running down the hallway.

     "Hey, do you want dinner?" I patted his head when he sat at me feet. He turned and went back down the hallway after his greeting. He definitely missed Sam when he wasn't here.

"I guess not,"

I put my bag down on the kitchen counter and picked Sora up, she meowed again, Shire, Thea's cat can wandering out of Thea's room and also meowed at me.

"Is it dinner time?" I asked putting Sora back down and walking into the kitchen, both cats followed closely behind me and meow louder when I picked up their bowls.

"It was dinner time hours ago," Jae came down the hallway.

"Are we starved?" I asked emptying a satchel into each bowl, ignoring Jae.

Sora sat down and did her cutest kitten meow which she saved just for dinner time, I called the dogs, Polo wondered up the hallway,  Volk wasn't far behind,he just had to have Sam escort him.

"Do I have to sit and meow for my food too?" Jae asked, once I'd place the bowls down.

"Why are you complaining to me about dinner? It's not Thursday and I'm not Thea, I don't cook for you," I walked to my room to get changed, he followed behind me. Sam stayed in the Kitchen because if he left Volk would follow.

"But I'm hungry," Jae wined.

"Why are you here?" I asked changing my shirt.

"We're staying here for a couple weeks," he shrugged.

"Why?"

"A pipe burst in the bathroom,"

"BM had those replaced,"

"The down stairs once were replaced, the upstairs weren't,"

"Well you know where the kitchen is,"

"I'm not cooking in Thea's kitchen,"

"Just done make a mess," I stated stepping out of my pants, sliding on a pair of shorts.

"She'll know," he whispered.

"She should be home soon, just wait,"

"But I'm starved," he laid down on my floor.

"That's great," I shrugged pulling m bra off, and throwing at him, it his him n the face.

"Throw that in the basket behind you,"

"Ew, it smells like boob sweat,"

"My boobs don't sweat," I frowned.

"My nose tells a different story,"

"How would you even know what boob sweat smells like? You're like a forever virgin, girls see your face and you're automatically friend zoned,"

"Yeah well I Live with BM,"

"My boobs don't sweat either, I have pecks," BM called.

"Fine you're bra smells like peck sweat,"

"Has anyone actually heard from Thea?" I rolled my eyes stepping over him and making my way into the lounge room.

"I tried to ring her but she's not answering her phone, she did curse down the phone and tell me she'd call me later," BM shrugged.

"Maybe she cut herself again," Sam suggested who was now back in the lounge room with Volk at his feet.

"She doesn't actually cut herself that much," BM defended.

"She shouldn't be allowed in a kitchen, the girl is a walking hazard," Jae stated diving onto the lounge I was in the processes of sitting.

"And you want her to feed you?" I asked sitting on him.

"I don't care if she cuts her finger off as long as it's not in my food, now get off my you fat shit,"

"Yo, this cushion talks, and kind of lumpy," I hit him a few times like I was trying to beat the lumps out of an actual cushion.

"Move fatty," he pushed me enough to sit up.

"Doesn't Thea have burlesque tonight? You mentioned it earlier," Sam asked turning to BM.

"Yeah but she normally comes home first," he frowned.

"She's an adult, she's fine," I stated.

"She's barely an adult," BM commented.

"They worked late today, I seen her when she was on her way to the train station, I though I was going to get a lift but she told me she was going straight to burlesque," Jae stated picking up a handful of chips out of the bowl on the coffee table.

"And I'm the fat shit," I rolled my eyes.

"I'm starving," he shrugged.

MARK

"Food's here," I heard Jackson call through the house. I'd just got out of the shower, I wrapped a towel around my waist and made my way out into the hall between the bathroom and my bedroom.

"What'd you get?" I asked standing next to my bedroom door.

"Soup," he smiled like an idiot.

"Okay," I frowned at him.

"Did you just get home from work?" he asked unpacking the food onto the bench.

"About half an hour ago, I had meetings all day,"

"That doesn't sound so bad," he commented as I opened my door to get get dressed.

Jackson had moved the food to the coffee table and was flicking through TV channels when I came back out. He was in a pretty good mood and it looked like he wanted to tell me something but was waiting for me to ask about it. I thought about waiting until he couldn't wait anymore but then he would probably sulk a little about me not asking.

"You're in a good mood, did they move you out of the city?"

"No," he shook his head, smirking.

"So what happened?"

"I was on my lunch break, and this girl wasn't really paying attention to where she was going and she ran into me spilling my soup all over me,"

"And that's a good thing?"

"She was adorable, she was worried I would get burnt and tried to wipe the soup off, feeling me up in the process then went on the rabble about how she was worried and she doesn't normally feel people up, then she ran off because she was running late for something but I got her number first,"

JACKSON

"You attacked a poor girl with soup just to get her number? How desperate are you getting? Because I can set you up with someone from work, I'm pretty sure my assistant is single,"

"I don't need setting up, and she ran into me," I frowned.

"Does she have a name or are we going to keep calling her she?"

"Of course she has a name," I rolled my eyes then realised she didn't tell me her name.

"I just don't know it," I sighed.

"How do you not know her name?" he raised an eyebrow.

"I told you she was in a hurry,"

"You managed to get her number but not her name?"

"Yeah, I called my phone from hers,"

"Well at least she has your name, just text her,"

"She doesn't have my name either,"

"You didn't save your number in her phone?"

"No, I did,"

"So what did you say your name was if you didn't write Jackson?" he raised and eyebrow

"Wild and sexy," I murmured.

"You're and idiot, this girl is never going to talk to you," he shook his head at me.

"Yes she will," I stated but honestly I wasn't sure either.

"Have you messaged her?"

"Not yet,"

"So text her," he baited.

"I will, later, after I've finished eating,"

"Why?"

"You know, I was actually really happy about it and now you've made me disappointed because she's going to ignore me now," I sighed.

"You don't know that," he stated absently.

"You're mean,"

"Just text her,"

"Fine,"

THEA

I pulled into the driveway in between BM and Charlie's car and behind Sam's. Our front yard looked like a car yard. The lights in the lounge room were on so I was betting that's were they were, I picked up the plastic bags which were heavier than I thought. Usually I just beep the horn and one or all of the boys come out to get them, but it was almost 11 at night and the neighbors on both sides, and basically the whole street except for three houses including our own, were inhabited by elderly residents. BM greeted me at the door holding his hand out for some bags.

"Want some help?" he asked but I was already handing him half.

"Thanks,"

"Oh, Chinese," he hummed.

"I was going to get pizza but with the lactose intolerant idiots in there I figured I could get more Chinese for the same price,"

"They would have eaten it anyway,"

"I know, but I don't want them destroying my bathroom," I stated, he nodded.

"You look tired," he commented.

"My limbs feel like jelly," I yawned nodding.

"Do want this on plates?"

"No just take it through to the lounge room, I'll get cutlery,"

"Okay,"

"I hear bags," Jae called.

He was laying over Sam using Charlie as a pillow when I walked into the room. Volk got up from Sams feet to greet me.

"Hey buddy," I patted him on the head, he licked my hand and went back to where he got up from.

"Enjoy," I yawned slightly placing the bags in my hand on coffee table.

"Cutlery is in the bag,"

"Come sit down and eat," BM patted the lounge next to him.

"Maybe later, I need a shower, can I borrow your iPod? My phone died like four hours ago and the stupid charger cord is nowhere to be found in my car,"

"That's because you threw the old one out and left the new one on the kitchen table," Charlie nodded pointing to the TV cabinet we're her iPod sat.

"Of course I did," I sighed.

"Go shower then come eat something or you'll get grumpy," BM instructed.

"Whatever," I rolled my eyes.

"She's already grumpy," Jae commented.

"Eat your food, your welcome by the way," I picked the iPod up and made my way down to the bathroom.

BM

Polo got up from his bed where he was sleeping with the cats to follow her.

"Didn't I say hello? I'm sorry," she called, her tone was softer.

"Why is she always nicer to the animals then she is to me?" Jae frowned.

"Because she likes the animals," I shrugged.

"Whatever, let's just eat," Jae rolled his eyes.

"Wait a minute," I stated getting up.

"For what?" he frowned at me.

"I'm going to put some aside for Thea before you and Sam eat it all,"

"Hey, Charlie is here too," Jae defended.

"And she'll eat like three spoon fulls and be done," I retorted.

"She eats more than that, you make her sound like she has an eating disorder or something," Sam defended Charlie.

"He's not completely wrong," she shrugged.

"You don't have an eating disorder,"

"No shit idiot," she rolled here eyes.

They were still bickering when I got back from the kitchen with a plate for Thea. Sam was picking at the food, I frowned at him and he just shrugged. I swear the only time Jae is actually quiet for more than 5 seconds is when he is eating. Charlie and Sam aren't generally huge talkers, Thea and Jae however barely shut up, unless they're tired, but then again that depends on what level of tired Thea is because is she is over tired some how she manages to talk more than she does normally.

"Yo, did she fall asleep in the shower?" Jae asked with a mouth full of food.

"If anyone was going to it would be her," Sam nodded.

"Shut up Samantha," she came into the room towel drying her hair.

"It lives," I commented.

"Barely," she nodded at the same time both Jae and Charlie said;

"Unfortunately,"

"I hope you both choke," Thea rolled her eyes as the two fist bumped each other.

"Isn't that more your thing?" Jae asked.

"That's disgusting," she frowned sitting on the floor at my feet.

"She's like BM's pet," Jae smirked.

"You can sleep outside if you like?" She was getting cranky.

"Come here crabby," I sat her between my legs and started massaging the tension from her shoulders.

"Did someone have a bad day?" Sam asked.

"No actually I had a really good day,"

"Really? because we thought you probably cut yourself," Jae commented.

"Why would you think that?"

"Because you practically hung up on BM," he shrugged.

"I never hung up on him,"

"I never said she hung up on me,"

"I was on my lunch break and already running late to get back then I ran into the super attractive guy and doused him in his own soup,"

"That was stupid," Jae commented.

"Did you make it worse?" Sam asked.

"Why would you assume I made it worse?"

"You are kind of known for doing or saying stupid things then making it worse," Charlie stated.

"I didn't make it worse," Thea defended in herself, dragged out the sentence which usually meant she was lying.

"So what did you do to this poor guy?" Jae asked.

"I told you, I knocked his own soup all over him."

"And then?" I asked.

"And then felt him up and made an idiot of myself,"

"You rambled," Charlie accused.

"I did not," Thea continued to try and defend herself but we all knew better, she rambled when she was nervous, embarrassed, tired, bored and sometimes angry but that's more or a rant than a ramble.

"Wait, felt him up how?" Jae smirked.

"Uh, well I thought the soup was hot turns out it wasn't which is weird, why order cold soup? and so I didn't want to be the idiot that burnt this guy so instead I'm the idiot that took a handful of napkins, put it up his shirt and wiped off his perfectly toned abs,"

"Up his shirt?" Charlie smirked.

"Yes,"

"What is wrong with you?" Sam frowned.

"He had pulled his shirt away from himself I don't know what I was thinking," she huffed leaning back into me, it was generally her way of telling me to stop massaging.

"You sexually assaulted someone after attacking them with their own food?" Sam raised an eyebrow.

"Not on purpose,"

"I think the feeling him up was, maybe not consciously," Charlie stated.

"That has got to be the new top of stupidest Thea moments," Jae laughed. She kicked her leg out hitting him in the shin.

"Ow," Jae frowned at her.

"If it was so dumb then how come he wanted my number?" she tried to make her point.

"Dry cleaning?" Sam shrugged.

"Emotional damages?" Charlie added.

"So he can give the police your contact details?" Jae laughed again.

"He doesn't even know my name," she defended

"Did you give him your number?" I frowned.

"Well yeah, but I have his number too, he rang his phone from mine,"

"Nope, that is the top of stupidest Thea moments," Jae shook his head.

"Why?"

"What if he's a crazy psycho?" Sam asked.

"He'd have to be," Jae nodded.

"Because he wanted my number?" Thea sounded offended.

"You don't really have a great track record when it comes to sane guys," I nodded.

"Dude, you attacked the guy, felt him up and then he wanted your number?" Charlie raised an eyebrow.

"What's the guys name? You can generally tell a guy is a psycho by their name,"

THEA

"No you can't you idiot," Charlie frowned.

"Are you telling me you would trust a guy called Freddy? Or Jason? Or Pennywise?"

"Who calls their kid Pennywise?" She frowned at him.

"Other psychos," he shrugged.

"I don't know his name I only know what he save his number under," I rolled my eyes.

"That's generally his name,"

"I don't think his actual name is Wild & Sexy," I frowned realising a second after it was too late that I probably shouldn't have told them all that. They burst into laughter.

"Okay apparently you can tell they're a psycho by their name," Charlie laughed.

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