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darklydeliciousdesires · 1 year

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Ménage à Mayan - An Angel Reyes/Reader/Manny One Shot Story.

You’ve been left frustrated by the actions of your scumbag boyfriend one too many times, when Manny and Angel sweep in to remind you what it is to be desired. Also features a couple of little guest appearances at the end I think a few of you might be excited to see again!

Words - 3,705

Warnings - Threesome smut below the cut, minors DNI!

“I fucking hate that guy, man,” Manny begins, shaking his head as he sinks his beer, picking up a fresh one from the bar.

“You only hate him because you wanna go lay your pipe right up in his woman,” Angel mutters, nudging him with an elbow. Manny frowns, his smile suddenly widening, poking his tongue out between his teeth a little before laughing, low and dirty.

“You got me, homes,” he begins, wrapping his arm around his friend’s head and kissing it. “I think in the interests of club harmony, I shouldn’t rock the boat, though.”

Angel snorts. “Why? It’s Isaac, bro. Even half his own club don’t like him. You railing his ole’ lady ain’t gonna have shit to do with club politics, man. Just don’t fucking get caught.” He looks thoughtful, Angel beginning to grin wider. “If you don’t fuck her, I will. You seen that ass? Damn.”

“Or,” Manny begins, sniffing, “we could share?”

Immediately, Angel looks sharply to his side, his face alight with mischief. “Hmmm...”

“You in? Ain’t gonna be embarrassed when I pull my dick out and you realise it’s longer than your forearm?”

Angel snorts, grasping his crotch. “I got enough down here, mano. Trust me, ain’t nobody getting embarrassed. I’m in. Now, we just gotta lure her away when he passes out, because that dude is drunk as fuck. Ain’t gonna be long.”

While the two handsome Latino men are discussing their plans for you, you’re having an awful night, once again having to deal with an absolutely bombed Isaac, thinking that what you signed up for most definitely was not what you’re now getting; him being too hammered to even function. There are pass outs all around, guys taking women off to the bunk rooms here and there at the Sons clubhouse, with you knowing that if you want a comfortable place to rest and let the drunken fool currently lolling all over your shoulder sleep it off, you need to act fast.

“Come on, get up,” you order him, Isaac grunting as you pull him to his feet,

“Where we going, huh?” he slurs, before he lifts his head and realises. “Ahhh, nice plan, honey. I’m gonna get on you and ride you harder than my fuckin’ Harley.”

No, he isn’t. And you know that for certain. Steering him into the last available room, you sigh, looking back over at the bar, where two sets of brown eyes have followed you. Damn. You’d much rather be on the arm of one of those two. They can handle their beer, for one. You also know that beneath the flannels and denim, they have the kind of bodies your boyfriend doesn’t. Hard, muscular, gorgeous. You can also wager they’d likely treat you better than the drunken psychopath you’ve found yourself shackled to.

Throwing the aforementioned drunken psychopath down onto the bed after he stumbles and almost rips the door off its hinges, you go back to close it, sighing when suddenly, something prevents you from shutting it completely.

“Want some company?” Angel asks you, Manny at his side, his eyes raking over you appreciatively.

“Eh, I guess I could just come back out and join you guys at the bar,” you shrug, taking a step through the door, but having your path blocked.

“Not for what we had in mind, mamas,” Manny drawls smoothly, his eyebrows twitching in suggestion.

“But I’m...” you begin. “And he’s...” Jerking your thumb over your shoulder, you then turn to view Isaac, snoring heavily, sliding from the bed until he suddenly crashes onto the floor.

“He’s passed out, querida. Ain’t nothing waking him, not even the sound of a couple of Mayans getting balls deep in his ole’ lady. That is, if you want us to be?” Angel smirks, reaching out to run his fingers down your arm.

You bite your lip, a little ripple of nervous energy fluttering through your insides.

“I mean, it’s just fucking rude of him,” Manny begins, gesturing to the drunken heap upon the floor. “To get so wasted that he can’t take of his fine assed woman!” Reaching forward, he lets his finger skim around the edge of where your bra peeks out over your tight top, eliciting a flush of goosepimples to rise up to his touch. “You shouldn’t have to go without, you know. Ain’t fair on you, is it, Angel?”

“Nah,” his friend begins, shaking his head, walking you back into the room, his hands tugging the straps of your top and bra down, Manny closing the door behind him. “Not when she looks this good...” Pausing, he moves your hair, his tongue gliding over your throat, “and yeah, tastes this good, too.” Two extremely hot men... and they both want you... at the same time...

What’s a girl to do?

Grasping Angel by his kutte, you kiss him, the feeling of his big, firm body against yours making a wave of heat mist up your spine. God, he smells so good, and his kisses are amazing, only breaking when you turn your head to receive the same from Manny, who is hitching up your skirt, hands drifting all over your ass and down your legs, the trawl of his fingertips at the back of your thighs evoking shudders.

They take you back to the bed with a thud, your clothes being shed, naked between them in little more than seconds, hands wandering all over them both, wanting to try to give them both equal attention. God, they’re both so hot. They make you wonder what the hell you ever saw in the snoring mess of a man upon the floor as you undo Angel’s shirt, exposing his perfect, smooth chest, biting onto a dark nipple and evoking a deep groan as he shrugs himself from his shirt and kutte, throwing them onto the floor, Manny’s mouth closing over your nipple, his fingers stroking at the petals of your cunt with a shuddered breath.

“Fuck, so damned wet already, shit.” he grunts, running his tongue up your throat as your kisses with Angel become more heated, your hand roaming over the bulge in his jeans. Lord, that’s a fucking big dick. You pant into each other's mouths as you unfasten his belt and jeans, needing to feel what strains for release within, Manny moving down the bed to pull your thighs apart and bury his mouth between them. “Oh god, you fucking taste amazing, carina. Shit, imma fucking ruin you with my tongue.”

And oh, how he does, while you focus on Angel, your hand gripping his cock, pulling it from within his jeans and boxers, squeezing hard, making him shudder as he sucks your tongue with a growl, your hand pumping at him, wringing beads of precum from the tip smoothed and stroked with your thumb as he grasps your throat in his big hand, your kisses all fire and smoke as what Manny bestows on you has you whining softly.

Those soft whines build in intensity, the faster he licks at you, making your clit pebble against the tip of his tongue, the feel of your nails dragging over his scalp as your legs close around his head driving his licks, faster and faster until you’re falling apart for him, glimmers throbbing through you, his lips wrapping your bud in a firm suck as he groans.

“Hey, you’re massively overdressed for this,” you tell Manny, Angel sucking a purple welt onto your neck, your brain not caring to connect the fact that Isaac will likely go insane at seeing it eventually.

He surfaces from between your legs, kissing your inner thigh. “Then why don’t you come undress me then, huh?” Pushing him up to his knees, you kiss him, tasting yourself on your lips as you kneel before him, Angel’s tongue running up your spine as he rids himself of the rest of his clothing, your hands unbuttoning Manny’s shirt, fingers stroking his soft skin as it’s exposed to you. Soon, you’re flanked by two naked bodies, two mouths scattering hungry kisses over your skin, Angel’s fingers sliding down to slip into the clutch of your cunt, Manny’s then doing the same.

“I don’t think I can fit that much in me at once, fellas,” you giggle, tongue circling Manny’s nipple, laying a soft bite upon it.

“Mmm, we’ll see.” He pushes at your entrance, opening you wider, making the breath hitch in your throat as with a groan, you relax, taking them, that hitched breath leaving your open mouth shakily as you feel yourself being finger fucked dually.

“Oh my god!” you shriek, eyes flying to Isaac, making sure he didn’t wake up as you’re stretched around the heat of four fingers combing your walls, Manny’s lips locked on yours as Angel kisses your neck torridly, grinding his hard cock between your ass cheeks. It feels like insanity edged in bliss, two gorgeous men all over you, pressed between the heaven of their bodies, their fingers working you harder, your own hand curling around Manny’s cock. And lord, it isn’t small either. It’s long, thick and perfect, and all you want is to feel it hit the back of your throat, encouraging him to move and sit upon the pillows, Angel taking the initiative to shift down the bed, lying on his back beneath you, pulling your hips down towards his face.

His tongue streaks over your clit, a lick that has you tingling in an instant as you swallow back Manny’s cock, your lips pulsing around him as you drag him back out of your throat again, your body feeling as if it has entire constellations burning and collapsing within you. Sucking dick makes you horny enough, but doing it while you have a hot mouth wrapping itself around your cunt? Its desire unbridled, sin unleashed, your butt stinging when a large hand suddenly pounds off it in a hard spank, Angel sucking on your clit, his tongue still nudging your bud at the same time.

“Oh, shit, you are so fucking incredible at that!” you exclaim, hissing a breath and groaning so deeply, you almost don’t recognise the sound as your own, closing your eyes tightly before enveloping Manny in the hot suck of your mouth once more. He curses quietly, his abs twitching beneath your touch, groans all smoke and salt as you feel him twitch between your lips, Angel spanking you again, tongue lapping over your swollen clit repeatedly.

Your legs shake with the ember gilded tingles of pleasure, ascending sharply, the thrust of two fingers into your soaking hole sending you to the borders of euphoria at speed, your release cracking through you like the surface of a frozen lake, making you feel as if you have been split in two from the sheer force of it.

He gives you only the time it takes for him to pull a condom from his jeans and roll it on to recover, before you feel the head of his cock sliding in sumptuous tease over your folds.

“Yeah, is this what you want, baby? Want this big dick right up in your pussy? Want me to fucking wreck you with it?”

Pulling the long cock from your mouth, you pant out your answer. “You’d fucking better.” He hums a soft laugh, parting your walls with the girth of him, pushing hard until he reaches your summit, hands gripping your ass as he drags back again, his cock slick with the honey of your cunt.

“Damn, that’s such a hot little pussy.” he grunts, spanking you again. “Yeah, mamas. Imma rearrange your guts, fuck.” He builds it steadily, until you’re being railed voraciously, the bed banging against the wall, your eyes darting to the floor a few times, just to make sure that Isaac remains passed out. The thrill of it is unreal, knowing that he could wake up at any moment and witness it, you being pounded by one Mayan while you have another fucking up into your mouth.

“God damnit, baby. You’re dripping on the bed, you’re so wet. Fuck, that shit is so hot,” Angel begins, spanking you hard again. “She get this wet for you, homeboy? Oh right, you can’t answer, because your drunk ass is too passed out.”

You almost choke on Manny’s cock with laughter at his statement, nerves chilling your insides a little. Still, though, the fear doesn’t stop the wails tumbling within your throat, your mouth gagged by cock as you’re pounded in absolute frenzy. Until Isaac suddenly sits up. Manny and Angel share wide eyed looks immediately, the former raising his leg until bent at the knee to hide your face, biting his lip and trying like hell not to laugh.

“Oh,” Isaac begins, turning away, rumbling with laughter. “Didn’t realise it was, hic, occupied.” Hauling himself up, he wobbles, almost landing on the bed, your heart in your mouth as he staggers from the room, shutting the door.

To have that kind of reaction to sex happening in front of him, which you know he’d usually probably ask if he can at least watch, if not join in with, fuck. He really, really is hammered out of his mind. Hell, he didn’t even recognise the woman between them to be you!

“Jesus fucking Christ! I thought I was gonna pass out!” Angel yells, bursting into hysterics, resting his head down on your back for a second. “Yo, what the fuck? He didn’t even realise his old lady was getting nailed right next to him, man!”

“You alright, baby?” Manny asks, finally laughing, now he’s actually begun to breathe once more.

You’re speechless for a few moments, wide eyed, your heart still going at what feels like a thousand miles an hour, Angel kissing his way up your back, moving your hair to kiss your neck. “Can you speak?”

Both men are near hysterical at your wide eyed, open mouthed, stunned face. “I swear, I think I just had a small heart attack! Shit!”

“Nah, that’s scheduled for about a half hour from now.” Manny vouches with a wink, his eyes casting down. “Now, get that pretty mouth back on my cock, ‘cuz you give a damned fine blow job.” Running your tongue back up his shaft, you give him a few teasing licks, Angel beginning to thrust into you again, slow and deep, his hand slipping beneath you to stroke at your clit.

He has sparks skittering through you, that slow trawl of his cock giving way to frenzy once more, the coil within you tightening sharply as you edge your way to an undoing that absolutely ruins you, a hot swell rolling through you before your cunt clenches around him, your sun shining over his horizon as you come undone with a wail, Angel’s groans filthily indulgent as he fucks his release into you like a piston, chasing your waves of bliss, leaving you breathless and shaking.

Taking a handful of your hair, he hauls you up, still splitting your fluttering pussy around his girth with gentler thrusts, biting the side of your neck. “Fuck, you just made me cum so damned hard.” he groans, laughter rippling his voice. “Gimmie ten and I’ll be back, I’ll leave you in his capable hands for now.”

He slides from within you, removing the condom and knotting it, flicking it across the room in his usual uncouth fashion, taking another out of his pocket and throwing it at Manny. “Don’t say I never got you, bro.”

“Appreciated, man!” he chirps, while you pick it up, removing it from the packet while Angel lights himself a cigarette and lies back across the end of the bed. Taking the condom out, you position it over the head of Manny’s cock, rolling it down with your mouth before climbing astride him, sinking down on him with a soft sigh. He fills you easily, rolling your hips down to take him deep, leaning forward to lick a long, indulgent swipe up his chest, kissing him thirstily when you reach his mouth.

You assume you’re going to be the one in control as you sit back up, but no. Not according to Manny, who grasps your waist, holds you firm and begins to fuck up into you forcefully, spearing you rapidly, your mouth dropping open, a shrill cry pouring out.

“Yeah, you like that cock, querida? Like being fuckin’ speared on it, huh?” he pants, eyes fixed on you, loving the way the force of each thrust makes your tits bounce. You can’t even form words, gripping his arms as you cry out.

“Oh, god! I love the way you fuck me, ahhh!” you finally manage, watching him grin. But what you love even more, is having the other dark haired, big dicked man in the room return to you, pulling you off Manny and pushing inside you again, with the express purpose of wetting his cock enough for him to fuck your ass with it. Letting you get back on Manny, he kneels behind you, spitting on his fingers and pushing them deep into your narrow passage, his other hand gripping your throat in a light clutch as he opens you up.

“Mmmm, I’m gonna ruin this pretty little asshole, baby,” he murmurs, fingers scissoring within you, sparks illuminating down to your very bones as his teeth lay another hungry bite at your throat. Once he’s certain you’re relaxed and opened enough for him, he begins to push, the head of his cock teasing at you until your nerves jangle like wind chimes, your mouth falling open. God, sexual finesse. When Isaac last gave you anal, he barely prepared you for it and certainly wasn’t gentle. He lets you become accustomed to the stretch, Manny’s powerful rhythm beneath you slowing, Angel pushing up slowly, his hands kneading your tits. “That’s it, beautiful. Relax and enjoy it. Fuck, you’re so gorgeous.”

“Yeah, damn. She look fine as hell being split around two dicks.” Manny groans, his thumb moving to stroke at your bundle. Are all Latino guys this passionate, skilled and praising, you wonder, or have you just been chasing after too many self-centred white dudes who only thrive on their own pleasure? Either way, there is now a definite shift in your expectations from a lover.

The further you feel Angel inching in, the better it gets, the fullness of being breeched by two iron hard cocks sending your pleasure stratospheric as you’re stroked and kissed, feeling nothing short of worshipped by them, the sounds of your groans filling the room an orchestra of sin and heat, turning your head to meet Angel’s lips as you lean back into him, your nails dragging down over the chiselled washboard of Manny’s abs as they pull you into them, make you theirs, searing pleasure into the marrow of you.

You feel unmoored from everything other than the anchors that is them, hands wandering your body as they add a little more speed, working in perfect tandem with one another, one slipping back while the other ruts you deep, chasing the flickers of divinity that whirl through you.

“Come on, querida, you gon’ cum for us?” Manny urges, thumb rubbing faster at your clit as he feels your soaking walls clenching hard around him.

“Fuck yes, ahhhhh!” you sob, tears pooling your eyes, the intensity of it absolutely magmatic as they lose themselves, everything less contained, staccato thrusts bringing you to your ascension.

“Yeah, beautiful, that’s it. We’re gonna get you there, then pin you down and cum all over you.” Angel vouches, teeth sharp at your earlobe as he groans, all sin and embers, his sweaty body dragging against yours, fingers pinching tightly at your nipples. Your release goes from smouldering tinder to all out forest fire in moments, your release making you feel as if you’re being toppled from within, muscles tensing as wave after wave washes over you, leaving you breathless and spent, still cloudy with ebbing bliss as they pull out from you and remove the latex barriers that would have caught the releases they shoot over your neck, face and tits, both falling down to bracket you, breathless and trembling.

That night, they make you theirs another three times before you pass out in an entanglement of limbs, you being the first to wake at 9am the following morning, getting dressed and heading out, the smell of coffee filling the clubhouse, and a cup being handed to you by the SAMCRO president’s wife, a woman you’re glad likes you as much as she does, for how terrifying she is.

“Morning, love,” Abi coos, passing you the cup of steaming good morning fuel, kissing your cheek in greeting, watching as your eyes scan around the room, looking for Isaac.

“He’s gone, chere,” her best friend, the VP’s wife, Venus speaks from her position sitting at the bar, looking impossibly gorgeous and fresh for a woman who partied just as hard as everyone else the previous night. “We covered you, told him you’d been called into work and left already.” The way she winks, oh lord, she knows.

Abi continues smiling, making a turning motion with her finger. “Go on, now. Back you go to your Mayan boys. A definite improvement on your usual, I have to say.”

“You both know?” you gape, the women nodding.

“Aye, I heard you in the early hours. Fillip had me in the room next to yours. The sounds of three people getting it on is kinda unmistakable. Good choice, though, giving them a good riding rather than that insane twat of a boyfriend of yours.”

Of course, Abi would think that. She famously hates Isaac, your boyfriend being stupid enough to try his luck at smart mouthing her, Abi removing her shoe and smacking him in the face with it several times while threatening to blow up his bike. While he was on it. A threat you know she would have carried out, had her husband not moved in quickly to calm her down and advise Isaac that she was the very, very last woman he ever wanted to get on the wrong side of.

“Thanks, girls,” you sigh warmly, sipping your coffee, Venus blowing you a kiss from the bar as Abi moves back to seat herself at her side.

“Y’all give ‘em a few licks from me while you’re there, sweet thing!”

You snicker, turning to head back the way you came. “I will, Vee.”

You do, too.

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kingdaddydaichi · 2 years

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🖤 title: raze & level

🖤 pairing: yuuji itadori x f!reader

🖤 wc: 6.4k

🖤 song: "seventh" - bosco

🖤 cw: mdni, nsfw, characters aged up 21+ as per usual, best friends to lovers, mutual pining, alcohol consumption, fluff

🖤 an: i adore yuuji for many reasons, but one of the main ones has to be because of the way he blends and balances warmth and kindness with conviction and fierce passion

🖤 banner fanart by @victoriacapo

Yuuji raised his head off of his pillow and reached for his phone. It was late, but when he saw your name on the screen, he answered.

“Hello?”

“Hey, it’s me. Did I wake you up?” you asked softly.

Yuuji yawned. “Nuh-uh. What’s up?”

“Can I come over?” Your voice wavered. “I know it’s late, but I really need to not be alone right now.” It was obvious you were crying.

The pink-haired male sat up, his brow furrowing as he switched the phone to his other ear. “You okay? Do you need me to come get you?”

“No, I can drive. Are you sure it’s okay, Yuuji? I don’t wanna impose-”

“Of course, it’s okay,” he interrupted.

“Alright.” You sighed. “I’m leaving my place now.”

“See ya soon. Be careful.”

“Thank you. You’re amazing, Yuu.”

I’m amazing. Right. Yuuji dropped his phone on his chest and dragged his hands down his face, groaning. He had a sneaking suspicion as to what you were upset about. That, or he was struck with another bout of wishful thinking.

You’d texted him 3 separate times already this week about your douchebag of the month. Yuuji knew the bro code and therefore also knew that in your mind you were dating the douchebag, but in reality he’d just been toying with you, leading you on with little more than crumbs - just enough to make sure if he called or texted that you’d be there waiting for him with open legs.

Yuuji wished he could tell you that. Well, he had told you that - in so many words - about the fuckboy you dated a couple of months ago. He didn’t even have to meet the guy to know he was just using you for sex, and he told you as much. He’d hoped you’d open your eyes to the truth instead of blinding yourself with whatever it was you wanted to see. But it backfired.

You got so mad at him that you didn’t speak to him for over 2 weeks. “Damn it, Yuuji! Why’re you acting like a jealous boyfriend all of a sudden?” you’d said before storming out of his apartment.

Now, as much as it pained him to watch the girl he was secretly in love with pine for some dude who didn’t deserve to lick the dirt off her shoes, Yuuji hadn’t wanted to say or do anything that would jeopardize what he had with you. He reasoned that having you in his life as a friend was better than not having you around at all, though he wanted much, much more.

But he’d been doing some thinking and decided that he’d rather you hate him if it meant you’d stay away from the fuckboys and find someone else who would love you even half as much as he did. Besides, he had fallen even more in love with you since then and the pain was getting worse.

His heart ached every time your hand so much as grazed against his. The way you leaned against him sometimes when he made you laugh made his heart beat faster for you. You’d probably never know how many times he’s wanted to pull you into his arms and kiss you until you felt all the love he harbored for you.

You knocked on his door and heard his voice call out from inside. “Door’s open!”

He’d left his door unlocked for you, as he always did. You walked in to find your best friend standing up from the couch. He stretched his arms over his head, his shirt lifting just enough to expose his lower abs and black happy trail. The black waistband of his underwear peeked out from the top of his light grey sweats. He greeted you in the middle of a dramatic yawn before shuffling into his kitchen.

“Thanks for letting me come over, Yuuji. I’m sorry it’s so late.”

He waved your apology away. “Don’t worry about it. I couldn’t sleep anyway.”

“I just found out he’s been fucking someone else on the side.”

About fucking time you figured it out, Yuuji thought. He opened a cabinet and pulled out a bottle of Jack Daniel’s honey whiskey. “So, another one bites the dust, huh?”

Before he could turn around you’d already wrapped your arms around his waist and leaned your head against his back, crying. “I just don’t get it, Yuuji. What’s wrong with me? I can’t figure out if I’m too much or not enough-”

He spun around and grabbed you by the shoulders, the severe look in his eyes catching you off guard. He was grinding his teeth, his jaw flexing as he stared down at you, his brow knitted in frustration. Sukuna’s eyelids had always made him look more tired than he was.

“What?” you asked, the rest of the words on your tongue forgotten.

He let go of your shoulders and stepped outside of your reach. You watched as he leaned against the opposite countertop, unscrewed the cap from the whiskey bottle, and took a long, hard swig.

You slowly took the bottle from his outstretched hand and took a pull of whiskey while watching him rub his eyes with his palms, realizing that your friend seemed a little worse for wear as well.

“What’s going on, Yuu? I can tell something’s eating at you,” you said, passing the Jack Daniel’s back to him.

He squeezed the bridge of his nose before forcing the most convincing smile he could muster. “Nah, I’m fine. Just tired.”

You narrowed your eyes at him for a moment before speaking. “Bullshit. I know the difference between your real smile and your fake one. You know I hate it when you pretend like everything’s okay when I know it’s not.”

He averted his eyes and took another drink.

“What’s wrong, Yuuji? Talk to me.”

Before you stood a man with nothing to lose. He’d already decided he would confess to you the next time you came crying to him over some loser who had hurt you. He was sick of seeing you brokenhearted, knowing that he would make you the happiest girl in the world if given half a chance.

And he was tired of hurting too. You had no idea you’d broken his heart, one hairline crack at a time.

He knew everything was about to change between you. But it was worth everything to him to risk the loss of your presence from his life - his world - if it meant that you could ultimately be happy and properly loved by someone else.

Fuck it, he thought. It’s now or never. He took another heavy swallow of liquor. You were about to tell him to stop bogarting the booze when he finally began to talk.

“Alright, you want the truth? Here it is. You’re fucking gorgeous, (Y/n), and anyone who can’t see or appreciate that and all the other beautiful things about you is the one who’s not enough!” He pointed at you with the bottle in his hand. “And if you’re too much of anything, it’s your light! From the moment I laid eyes on you, you’ve blinded me and I can’t see anyone else! You’re fucking perfect, they don’t deserve you, and I love you!”

Your heart leapt into your throat, making it difficult to breathe. As did his. He hadn’t meant to say that last part out loud.

He looked away before hazarding a glance at you from the corner of his eye, your face clearly indicating your astonishment. “Not that it matters to you.” He took another swig from the bottle and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, teeth clenching from the burning in his throat.

“It does matter to m-“

He interrupted you. “I don’t even care if you hate me and never wanna talk to me again after this! But as your friend I’m not gonna stand by and keep my fucking mouth shut anymore while you get treated like some shithead’s pocket pussy! You need to know the truth because you deserve so much better! If you were my girl I’d treat you like a real man should!”

“Then step the fuck up already and make me your girl, damn it!”

“Fine! Wait what?” Surely he hadn’t heard you correctly. He looked down at the label in his hand. Must be the whiskey, he thought.

“Do you have any idea how long I’ve wanted to hear you say those words? Hm? How many times I’ve thought about how much happier I’d be with you?”

It was meant to be a rhetorical question, but he answered anyway.

“I- I didn’t know.” His softer voice had returned, though raspy from the liquor and the yelling. “How long?”

You picked at the cotton cuff of your hoodie sleeve. “Since the first time I saw you.”

He set the honey whiskey aside and took a step towards you. “Why didn’t you say something to me?”

“You were already dating someone, Yuuji! Even after you broke up I thought you only saw me as a friend. You've never even hinted at anything else!”

“Are you mad at me?”

“A little, yeah. All this time I’ve been fighting my feelings for you just to find out you’ve been too chickenshit to make a move while simultaneously getting my heart broken by fuckboys when I could’ve been with you all along!”

He took another step towards you, glancing at your lips.

“I didn’t wanna ruin our friendship.” He put his hands on your shoulders and slid his thumb along the curve of your neck. Just a subtle touch from him set your skin ablaze. “But I guess now we both know things can’t stay the same anymore.” He furrowed his brow, his eyes still locked on yours, and sighed. “Even if we could forget this conversation ever happened, my heart wouldn’t and if my honesty destroys everything then so fucking be it.”

You thought for a moment, swirling your fingers in a circle along his forearm. “Well. If we’re gonna raze our friendship to the ground,” you said, looking up at him with daring eyes, “we might as well go all out.”

His hands slid down your back and waist before stopping on your hips.

“Can I kiss you?” he asked, his eager eyes nervously searching yours.

“I really wish you would,” you said.

His hands cupped your face, his thumb wiping your last tear away. He was in awe of you, admiring the way your eyes slid shut as you leaned into his touch. His sweet breath tickled your cheek, the scent of a charred oak barrel warm against your skin.

Your hearts pounded, your knees felt weak. The whole world stopped moving when Yuuji softly slotted his lips with yours. You matched his pressure and moved your lips with his, the heat between you melding you together with this one kiss.

Your heavy eyelids opened to find yourself trapped by his adoring gaze.

How was it that he found himself standing in front of you like this? With your hands gripping his broad shoulders and his face mere inches from yours, watching as you licked the taste of his kiss from your lips, sending that familiar ache straight to the base of his spine.

He looked into your eyes, searching your soul for even a hint of hesitation, but instead found a fire that burned only for him.

You stood on your tiptoes and pulled him down to you by the fistsful of his t-shirt as your lips crashed together. Your hands slid into his hair as his tongue slipped into your mouth. He wrapped his strong arms around your body, squeezing you tightly just as you rolled your tongue over his.

You gasped when your back was forced against the wall behind you. Yuuji deepened the kiss, his intensity growing in direct proportion to your urgency.

He pressed himself against you, the shape of his stirring cock obvious against the crease of your leg. You rolled against him, your hip catching the sensitive head through his sweats, making him groan in your mouth. He filled his hands with your ass and squeezed, pulling your lower half tighter against him, craving more of your body’s friction against his growing erection.

You tugged at his white t-shirt before pushing it up to his chest, urging him to take it off. The first time you saw Yuuji without a shirt on you thought that if you ever got the opportunity you were going to cop a feel of his perfect six pack. Well, now was your chance.

His warm, soft skin goosebumped under your touch as you explored his twitching muscles and the dips between them. The small patch of hair on his broad chest tickled your fingers, his heart pounding within as he peeled his shirt off for you, teeth clashing as he dove back into your kiss.

Yuuji unzipped your hoodie and pushed it off your shoulders, leaving you in your tank top, braless, your nipples already standing at his attention. Part of him wanted to rip your clothes off, but the bigger part of him wanted to savor this, to indulge in every little step towards the demise of your platonic relationship. In case this was to be the only time his hands would roam your body freely he wanted to take his time and commit every inch of you to his memory.

Your fingers began to play at the top of his sweats, the hair beneath his navel tickling your knuckles. Yuuji gripped the underside of your thighs and picked you up. You wrapped your legs around his waist, the warmth of his skin burning against the insides of your thighs. He carried you to his living room and laid you down in the comfortable spot he’d occupied when you walked through his door.

He leaned over you, pitching a prominent tent in his sweats. You shifted and squirmed, positioning your slit against his engorged cock. With his tongue swirling around yours, he cupped his hand under one of your breasts before giving it a slow, firm squeeze. Your back arched, your pebbled tits jutting out and beckoning him for more of his touch.

Yuuji slipped one of his hands beneath your loose fitting tank, squeezing your nipple between his fingers as his warm hand slid over one of your soft tits. He pulled away from your kiss to help lift your top over your head before tossing it over his shoulder and licking his lips. Your whole future flashed in his honey brown eyes as they took you in and drank you down.

“Is this okay?” Yuuji asked, still dry humping you as the back of his fingers traced along your jaw.

You smiled and nodded, answering him with a breathless “yes”.

You could hardly believe this was happening. Here you were with your best friend, Yuuji Itadori - his godlike body hovering above you with your back on his couch. His slow hands touching your searing skin, dipping his head down to lavish your nipple with his tongue, his pink hair tickling the most sensitive spots on your neck.

He rolled his hips against you, his clothed cock rubbing against your slit with every stroke. Knowing he was this hard for you made you even wetter for him, though you wondered if you’d be able to take him all the way. Even through the thick fabric of his sweats, now with a darkened wet spot from his leaking tip, you’d accurately surmised that Yuuji was well-endowed and you were done waiting to touch him.

He moaned when your fingertips blazed along the skin above his boxer briefs.

“(Y/n)...are you sure you mmmmmmm…” He completely lost the ability to speak when your hand slipped inside his underwear and found his hot cock. You coated his thick tip with his pre, massaging it as more leaked out, slowly working the clear fluid along his length with your fist. “Fuuuck…” Yuuji’s head dropped to the crook of your neck, his fingers digging into the plush of your hips. “…feels so good, (Y/n)...touching me like this.”

Your clit buzzed as Yuuji fucked his cockhead into your hand, his clothed shaft grinding down along your slit. Through the thin material of your shorts you could feel the thick vein underneath his cock rolling over your swollen bud. “Yuuji…”

He hummed.

“Want you t’touch me too,” you cooed.

Slipping his hands between your bare legs somehow felt wrong to him until you reached down and grabbed his wrist, guiding him closer to your moist heat. Still grinding against you he slipped his fingers inside the leg of your shorts. You bit your lip to keep from crying out when his knuckles grazed your wet slit.

“You’re not wearing any panties?”

Having lost the ability to speak, you shook your head no.

He smirked. “Didn’t expect that.” His calloused index and middle fingertips glided over your slippery clit. “Mmm…damn, (Y/n), you’re already so wet for me,” he whispered into your mouth.

You sighed when he slid his middle finger inside you, your fingertips digging into his arm. Your best friend was going to make you fall apart all around him - right along with your friendship.

Yuuji was knuckle-deep inside your pussy, reaching diligently for that unmistakable rough pad of flesh just inside. The head of his hard cock rubbing his wet spot against your clit.

“Yuuji…” you gasped, thighs squeezing around his ribs as you pushed the waistband of his sweats down with your toes. “Need to feel more of you. P-please.”

He reached between you and pushed his sweats down to his athletic thighs. You moaned at the sight of his long, thick cock bouncing in its freedom. Licking your lips, you watched as a fresh bead of his precum drooled from the tip. A couple of prominent veins adorned his shaft and his dark pink tip peeked out of his foreskin. He throbbed in your hand as you pulled the sheath of skin back to expose his cockhead.

Yuuji noticed you staring and smirked, feeling a little shy when you looked up at him again. You moved your shorts to one side for him, letting his bare cockhead kiss your clit. So close to coming already, your heels dug into the backs of his thighs. You swore between gritted teeth at how good it felt when he added his ring finger to tug on your sweet spot.

You squirmed under him, rocking your hips in time with the thrusts of his fingers. He moaned at the sensation of your soft walls closing in around his digits. He smirked against the curve of your neck, kissing and grazing his teeth along your sensitive skin.

“Is it okay if I make you come?” Yuuji’s breath was uneven against your dampening skin.

“Oh god yes Yuuji,” you gasped in his ear.

“That’s it, come for me (Y/n)…”

”Yes…oh fuck…Yuuji!”

“I’ve got you,” he whispered, unrelenting in his ministrations.

Your fingertips dug into his bare, wide shoulders when the coil within you snapped.

Yuuji’s heart felt so full when you came apart around his fingers. He knew you needed to feel safe - physically and emotionally. So honored that you trusted him to be there, keeping you close and letting you ride out your orgasm as you ground your weeping slit against his throbbing cock.

When your waves of pleasure subsided, he slowly withdrew his fingers and licked them before wiping them on his abs. Your eyes remained closed, chest rising and falling as he settled between your legs to be closer to you. He placed a couple of tender kisses on the side of your face, making you smile.

“Damn, Yuuji…”

He hummed against your jugular as his hot breath fanned across your throat.

“I haven’t been able to come like that in so long…” Your eyes opened to find him looking at you like you were the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. His kind eyes reflected back to you all the love and admiration he felt for you. You put your hand on his face, bringing him closer to kiss him.

Yuuji slid his body further down between your legs, kissing and nipping at your tits and navel and hips as he went. He kissed along your inner thigh, burning a slow trail to your sex before pushing the crotch of your soaked shorts to the side. You looked down to find his lust blown eyes staring into yours with a fire in them you’d never seen before.

“Yuuji, you don’t have to-ohhhhfuck.”

His pretty lips closed around your clit as your head fell back onto the couch. You whined and moaned, squirming under his tongue as he lapped at your swollen pink bud. You were close to coming again when he pulled away, tugging urgently at your shorts before yanking them off your legs, rendering you completely naked.

“Mmm you taste amazing, (Y/n).”

He dove back in, lapping and licking and suckling at your clit while he slipped his skilled fingers back inside to play with your g-spot. Typically you’d be too sensitive this soon after an orgasm to handle this much stimulation, let alone to find yourself on the precipice of another one.

But Yuuji’s tongue felt so damn good swirling and flicking, teasing your lips, kissing and sucking on your twitching clit. Hands down the best head you’d ever had. It was as though your pussy was the first body of water his tongue had found after seeking it in the desert for centuries, hellbent on devouring every last drop.

You balled your fists into his pink hair, riding against his face with little regard for his comfort. Not that he paid any mind. He’d die a happy man a million times over if it meant suffocating between your trembling thighs.

“Y-yuuji-“

He closed his eyes and hummed, putting every ounce of focus into your pleasure. He rutted against the couch cushion on instinct, his leaking precum puddling into a dark spot on the fabric.

“Oh-hmmm…Yuuji? M’gonna come again!” you whined.

With the fingers of one hand gripping his upper arm and the other in his hair you braced yourself for the boulders of ecstasy that began to tumble through your bones. The heels of your bare feet provided little more than a massage against Yuuji’s muscular back when they dug in.

He relished the pain of your fingers tugging at his hair, twisting his powder pink locks in your fist while the other left fresh crescent moons in his tricep. But the sound of his name, his name - Yuuji - falling from your addictive lips just one more time was, to him, worth all the pain and suffering the world had to offer.

His fingers were still slowly rubbing the inside of your honeyed walls when he raised up to kiss you, your distinct flavor lingering on his tongue.

Yuuji sat up before leaning back on his heels, his proud cock standing at full mast, aching for your attention. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, leaning towards you again only for his sweet brown eyes to widen when your hand pressed on his hard chest, pushing his back against the couch.

“Mm…wanna taste you…” You slurred your words in your pleasure-drunken state.

Yuuji’s hands gripped the cushions beside him when your teeth playfully grazed his collarbone. “Fuck, (Y/n)...” he groaned.

You sank down between his legs until your knees touched the floor beneath you.

Yuuji pushed his bottoms down to his knees before working them off one leg at a time. He leaned back and ran his fingers through his hair. He was nervous and comfortable at the same time - comfortable with you but nervous about whether or not you liked his body. He knew he had a decent physique - but did you like it? Then there were the scars. And that random birthmark on the back of his thigh.

“I never thought I’d find myself in this position with you…” you mused, heat blossoming on the apples of your cheeks.

“Me either,” Yuuji said. “But I’d be lying if I said I haven’t thought about it a thousand times.”

“You fantasize about me?”

“Yeah?” Yuuji grimaced. “Do you think that’s creepy?”

“Not at all.” Yuuji pressed his fist against his forehead, watching as you kissed the scar next to his navel. You wrapped your nimble fingers around his cock and squeezed his thigh. “I’ve thought about you too while, you know…touching myself.”

Yuuji’s moan was low and deep, his warm pre rolling down along the underside of his shaft, daring you to taste it. “Y-you have?”

You hummed as you kitten-licked the broad head of his cock and giggled at the way Yuuji’s legs jumped. He tasted warm and salty like fresh cream, but better. One sample was all it took - you pulled his foreskin all the way back and swirled your tongue around his spongey tip.

“Oh shit, (Y/n)…” he moaned.

You licked along the underside of his glans, seeking every last drop of his flavor that had collected there. Yuuji observed, though struggling to focus through the searing heat that had been pooling at the base of his spine.

You gracefully wrapped your lips around the head of his cock, stretching them around his girth. Yuuji thought he would lose his mind when you hollowed your cheeks and sucked him in a little more. There was no way you could take all of him but you weren’t above choking on him to give him your best effort.

You wanted every inch of Yuuji. You craved every drop of him. Every moan that poured from his lips. Every ounce of love that he had for you. Every beat of his heart through the pulse of his pretty cock.

“Ohh fuuhhhh-” Yuuji’s eyes rolled back as they slid shut. The wet heat of your mouth, the drag of your sweet lips along his length as you bobbed up and down made his head spin.

You did your damnedest to lick the ridge on the underside of his thick shaft with every pass. You gagged on him and he pulled himself out, his big brown eyes filled with worry and regret.

“Shit, are you okay, (Y/n)? I shouldn’t hahhhfuuuck.”

You took him deep inside your greedy mouth again, sucking and licking like a woman starved.

“Ohshit, I-hmm…” He threaded his fingers through your hair, moving it to the side to preserve his view of your perfect face as you stuffed it with his cock.

“(Y/n)...”

You knew he was close by the way his balls had been spasming in your hand.

“Oh damn…” Yuuji clenched his teeth, biting back the whimper that came dangerously close to erupting from his lips.

“You might wanna…”

He’d never cum in a girl’s mouth before - no one had ever let him. He’d only ever been told that it’s “gross” and that “all cum tastes bad”.

“…i-if you - ohhshit…”

But unlike them, you’d been eager for him to empty his balls inside your open mouth, to squirt his seed onto your waiting tongue to finally know how Yuuji Itadori tastes.

“(Y-y/n)!”

Yuuji threw his head back as his first powerful spurt, hot and bitter, coated the back of your throat. He was coming hard, grunting and squirming. But you kept right on pumping his length with your hand as he filled your suckling mouth.

When he was spent you slowly pulled off of him, releasing him gently before looking up at him with a satisfied grin. His head was still resting on the back of the couch with his hands covering his eyes. You wiped away a small glob of his semen that had leaked from the corner of your lips before sucking it off your thumb.

“Oh my god, (Y/n),” he panted. A light sheen of sweat glazed his perfectly sculpted torso, his chiseled chest rising and falling rapidly while his abs flexed and caved.

He’d never looked sexier and you were aching between your legs again, your need leaving a wet spot on his thigh as you climbed onto his lap.

You straddled Yuuji’s thighs and gasped when your slick smeared along his softening length. His hands gripped your ass, pulling you closer as you ground your wet clit against him, making him moan in your mouth at the overstim. His distinctly pungent flavor lingered on your tongue as it swirled and danced around his.

“Yuuji,” you breathed, “need you so bad…please.”

His cock twitched back to life at the sound of your desperate words - things he’d only ever dreamed he’d hear drip from your lips like nectar into his mouth.

He kneaded the fat of your hips and thighs, encouraging you to keep moving against him, his hardening cock nearly soaked from base to tip with your need.

Your hands found purchase in his soft pink locks, your elbows resting on his shoulders with your arms curling over the back of his head. Your hopeless little moans breathing more life into his dick. You needed him.

“You sure this is really what you want? I need to know for sure because I have feelings for you, (Y/n), and I don’t think there’s any going back for me after this.”

“…and I love you.” The words he’d spoken earlier echoed through the halls of your mind.

“I don’t wanna go back. I’ve ignored my feelings for too long. I care for you too, Yuuji. N’want you.”

He threaded his fingers into your (h/l) hair and pulled you closer. “If we’re doing this, we’re doing it right.” His cock jumped against your sensitive pussy as if to agree with him.

He helped you onto your feet before standing up in front of you, your wanton hands squeezing and pulling on his nearest body parts. Yuuji’s fingers were in your hair and his heart was in your hands.

“Hold onto me. I’m taking you to my bed.” With an arm securely around your shoulders he swept you up - making you gasp - and carried you to his bedroom.

“Really, Yuuji? Bridal style?” You giggled.

“Damn right. You deserve to be treated like a queen.”

“Oh my god, Yuu! You’re such a cheesy romantic.”

“Shut up. You love it,” he said, laying you down on his cool, unmade sheets.

You spread your legs and reached for him. He filled the space you made for him, nestling his warm hips between your burning thighs.

You pulled him down into a deep kiss and whispered, “You’re right, I do love it.” Your focus briefly shifted as you remembered the guys who’d come before him and how they had spoken to you, the things they had said when placed in Yuuji’s position. “M’just not used to it.”

“That’s alright. You will be soon,” Yuuji said, tilting your chin up to meet his adoring gaze.

You tried to fight it, but a rogue tear escaped from the corner of your burning eyes and rolled across your temple as your hands covered your eyes. “Stop it, Yuuji.” You smiled. “You’re gonna make me cry.”

He wrapped his tender fingers around your wrists, pulling your hands away from your face and shook his head. “I’ll never stop.” He kissed the tear from your temple. “Gonna keep doing what it takes to see you smile. M’gonna make you happy, (Y/n). M’gonna be the guy you talk about when you tell your other friends that you’re finally with someone who treats you right.” Yuuji rolled his languid hips, his hard cock gliding over your swollen clit.

“Yuuji…” you whined, “please…fuck me.”

“Nuh-uh.” He kissed you slow and sweet. “M’gonna make love to you the way I’ve always wanted.” He chuckled at your pout and said, “Don’t worry - I’ll fuck you later, but -“ He reached between your legs and guided his leaking tip to your aching entrance. “-oh god Yuuji-“ “-I want our first time together to be special.”

Your back arched at the warm stretch of his large cockhead when he pressed it through your opening. His guttural groan softened into a quiet sigh as he sank deeper and deeper until his full length was buried inside you. You bit your lip, eyes locked on Yuuji’s when he started to move.

“NnnYuuj- ahhhaah…hnnhh…” His girth offered the most delicious stretch you’d ever felt, filling you perfectly as he dragged it against your succulent walls.

“I’ve wanted you like this for so long.” His breath hitched as his hips, wet with your arousal, collided with yours, slow and strong. “Feels so good to -mmm- finally be inside you. Your pretty, tight pussy -god- sucking me in.”

“Mmnhhfuck-“ You sighed. “Your cock feels so amazing.”

“Yeah? I’m not too big for you, am I?”

“No…” You kissed him, your wet tongues dancing between your open mouths. “You’re -hnnm- just right.”

The thick head of his cock kissed the opening of your cervix with each rock of his pelvis. He held onto your thigh as you locked your ankles under his butt. The bed began to creak when Yuuji threw his hips harder against the tender skin of your open legs, his lips grazing yours.

He hooked a hand behind your knee, opening your thighs wider. He licked the pad of his thumb before pressing it to your clit, rubbing fast circles against it while dipping his slick-coated cock between your pussy lips.

The pressure that had been building inside you began to collapse in on itself, the searing heat of your impending orgasm pooling into a smaller and smaller space. “Hnnmmm- Yuuji…”

He’d felt it too, the tightening of your core around him and decided that now was the time to start fucking you.

You were closing in on him so hard and fast, your pussy clamping down so tight that it threatened to push him out. He fucked you harder, forcing his cock back inside you with every snap of his hips.The sound of skin slapping wet skin could just barely be heard over your loud moans and gasping of his name until all the pressure that had mounted within you finally erupted from its point of singularity.

Yuuji fucked you through your orgasm, your pussy sucking him in so deep, the desperate sound of his name falling from your lips in broken whimpers - pushing him past the point of no return.

You didn’t complain about the overstim, didn’t stop him or even try to slow him down.

You watched him as he moved - the way his flexing arms, chest, and abs shimmered with sweat, the striation of every muscle beneath his skin. Your gaze zeroed in on his face, admiring his handsome features while his eyes were closed, lost in pleasure.

The sight of Yuuji in the throes of passion, having lost all control, was beyond your wildest fantasies. You couldn’t have torn your eyes away even if you’d wanted to.

“Fuck! I’m -mmm- so close!” his eyes screwed shut, face twisted in ecstasy.

You grabbed his undulating ass with both hands, squeezing and pulling him into you. “Come inside me, Yuuji,” you moaned.

His hips began to stutter, his violent thrusts becoming more and more erratic.

“(Y/n)! Oh god! I’m coming!”

He plunged his full length into you one last time, his moan echoing off his bedroom walls when his first release of seed spilled inside you. His cock jerked with every subsequent spend of his white hot cum until it began to ooze out around the base of his thick shaft, still buried deep inside your dripping cunt.

With his palms flat against the sheets he held himself up, his sexy body hovering over you, chest heaving to catch his breath. The widest, goofiest open-mouthed grin you’d ever seen spread across his face as he slowly opened his eyes. You giggled. “Was it good for you, Yuuji?”

He huffed and nodded, still unable to form coherent thoughts. Just a big dumb smile was all he could manage quite yet. He looked so cute, so happy, and it was all because of you.

He rolled off of you, his sticky seed gushing between your thighs when his softening cock slipped out. You turned over onto your belly as he wrapped a fatigued arm around your back and pulled your naked body flush with his. The kiss you shared was passionate yet unhurried.

“So…do you think our friendship is ruined now?” he asked, stroking your arm.

Your heart blossomed in your chest and you smiled. “Nah. I think we just leveled up.”

Your legs were tangled with Yuuji’s, toes and feet mindlessly brushing against each other. Yes, this is what you wanted. So much so that your heart twisted, wanting so badly to hear him say those three little words to you again, but too scared to ask.

What if he didn’t mean it?

Yuuji opened his eyes and knew something was wrong by the way you averted yours.

His thumb brushed across your cheek. “Hey, what’s wrong?”

Your cheeks warmed with a mixture of embarrassment and anxiety. “Nothing, it’s fine. I’m okay.”

He gave you a look that clearly said he wasn’t buying it. “C’mon, what is it, (Y/n)? Talk to me,” he said, his fingers playing with yours.

You stopped chewing your lip and hid your face in the crook of his neck. “Did you mean it? When you said you love me?”

He hooked a finger under your chin, raising your head to look at him. He rolled onto his side, his chest pressed to yours. “Of course, I meant it.” His breath was hot against your cheek as he kissed it. “Still do.”

“Say it again, Yuuji? Tell me you love me?”

He raised up onto his elbow, those warm honey eyes gazing down on you as he interlaced his fingers with yours. “I love you, (Y/n).”

You cupped his adoring face in your hands, searching his eyes and finding a bottomless well of love inside them. “I love you too, Yuuji,” you confessed.

Yuuji smiled against your lips when you kissed him slow and sweet. Between the lazy shows of affection and in no hurry for any of it to end he thought, Finally.

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Remember the Rain

praying this is the final part of “Sunrise, Sunset” by the time i’m done omg ,, lamar finally talks it out with frank. i was tryna keep the titles consistent with a sky theme? wasn’t sure what to name this one at first, but i settled on naming it after a i song that i felt was sorta fitting lol ,, also lamar’s dramatic when drunk, that’s jus how it’s gonna be

oh and i included one last convo w/ that psychic lady bc each character got three opportunities to speak to her lol

The night Franklin and him fought was the third night in a row Lamar couldn’t sleep right. Then it became four. Then five. Six. He had hoped after the first couple days of Franklin being mad, that it’d all blow over and things would go back to normal. That he wouldn’t ever have to say anything about what he felt deep down. Even though he told himself he had to, he wouldn’t. He waited it out, and still hoped it would all just fucking blow over. That wasn’t what happened of course.

An overcast sky was spread over LS, light rain tapping against Lamar’s window. As cheesy as it was, it reflected how he felt. Another day had passed. Franklin wasn’t picking up, not even reading his texts, nothing. He called a couple times at first when the fourth day of the silent treatment occurred, then tried a few more times to contact him in the following days. It had grown into a long and sad string of texts.

franklin.

dog

plz

pick up

answer me

plz?

c’mon frank i told you i have nothin goin on with yo auntie

i wanna talk things out with you.

u ain’t let me finish explaining

text me when u read this. plz bro

He sighed. This was hopeless. He set his phone aside, still laying awake. A buzz came right after. Fucking finally, something.

fuck you

we got nothin to discuss

He didn’t know how to feel. This was fucking him up and he couldn’t think straight. He tried calling him once more, the ringing as he waited for a pick up mocking him. Voicemail yet again. How many messages had he tried leaving at this point?

for fucks sake frank pick up

u ain’t doin this to me rn

jus let me explain myself

He stared at the ceiling yet again, like it would have all the answers sprawled out for him. As he did, he focused on how the rain had picked up, coming down harder. Then he felt his phone buzz.

now stop blowing my phone up

i’m tryna sleep

Lamar was never one to be sensitive, but he felt so crushed right now that all he could do was cry silently to himself. He didn’t even have Chop around anymore to comfort him like he normally would whenever Lamar was going through something. Would he even see him again? He lived over at Frank’s now. Fuck. Did this mean they’d have to share custody now? If he wasn’t so upset, he most likely would’ve laughed at the idea of it. He was letting bad thoughts consume him, turning to a last minute resort of drinking to try stopping it. This kind of thing rarely happened to him, these kind of feelings weren’t common. He knew no other method of trying to stuff bad feelings down, working through a 6 pack of beer on his own, followed by a bottle of some type of random liquor. Anything to stifle the pain in his chest, although it didn’t accomplish much other than making him feel even more queasy. He left one last voicemail, choking back a sob. Or what he had thought would be the last one. He lost count.

“Franklin. Please jus’ talk to me already man. You- you believin’ what you wanna believe right now, you ain’t even givin’ me a chance. You my best fuckin’ friend, don’t that mean shit to you anymore? We.. homies n shit.” He sniffled, cringing to himself when he said the words “best friend”. Franklin was so much more than that to him.

“Ion… Ion think I can live without you in my life. You can’t hate me man that shit.. that’s fucked. This is fucked. I’m fucked.”

A strong feeling of humiliation hung around him for many reasons, one being that he was fully crying now, over the phone. He couldn’t get any lower.

“You jus’ mad right now. But you.. you won’t be, eventually. Right? Please get back to me soon. Please. I’d rather fuckin’.. die or sum’ than have you hatin’ me n shit. At this point I might as well.”

After hanging up, he decided to visit that site one last time. His tears blurred his vision, making it harder to type. The shit in his system didn’t help either.

lady

i fuckef up

thsi is yo faukt

What now? Why are you back?

frankljn hates me

He does? That’s not right.

damn straighy it fuckign isnt

No, I mean that’s not correct.

There’s no way that he could, even if it seems like it right now.

jus fuckin tell me whst to do

That’s out of my hands.

is not u fuckin wirch

*withc

*witch

Look, I really don’t know how else to help you. I don’t have any other visions to offer. You’re on your own.

They do say though, that dreams are visions themselves.

dont fukcin speak in riddles rn

Precognition, Lamar. Just have faith

prewhatnow

n yeah. faith. bc that helps so fuckn much

All I can say to you is good luck - it’s all coming together. Just wait.

th fuck does that mean?

It means that you’re stressing too much - you better sleep it off. Farewell Lamar. You’re gonna have a killer hangover you know…

SERVICE UNAVAILABLE. PLEASE TRY AGAIN LATER.

The notification did nothing but make him more upset. He calmed down eventually, the crying and alcohol tiring him out. He blacked out soon after, not remembering when he fell asleep.

For the first time in a while, he dreamt about the two of them. The start of the dream showed a radiant sight before them, the sky lit up in a million shades. Chop was laying beside Franklin, head on his thigh. All three of them sat on a grassy knoll, a soft breeze blowing through each blade. Franklin turned, Lamar not taking his eyes off him since the dream started. He only noticed the sky’s wide color palette because the intensity struck Franklin’s face just right. He looked right into Lamar’s eyes, speaking softly.

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

“What?”

“You had so many opportunities. So many times, I thought that you would. I got my hopes up, you know. I waited. When Tanisha left.. I only had you.”

“Tanisha..”

“I still love her. I.. I think apart of me always will, but I love you just the same. Even if you drive me up a Goddamn wall sometimes. You both mean the world to me.”

Franklin looked back at the view ahead. A heavenly indigo replaced the vivid hues from before.

“But she’s gone now. Shit ain’t the same. All I know is you stayed when she didn’t. Even when she got pulled outta the hood and made some kinda new life for herself, you never left my side. Never changed yo loyalties.”

He turned back to face Lamar again. His eyes were glassy, the glow of the midnight sky reflecting in them.

“So why didn’t you say somethin’ sooner?”

“Franklin.. I ain’t deduce that shit ‘til now.“

“You really didn’t know?”

Even in the dream he could feel that previous frustration occur in his mind. Was he hiding in a glass closet or something? He could only let out a wry laugh.

“Yeah man. I was a fuckin’ fool, jus’ like you always said.”

“Damn straight.” He chuckled, and Lamar came to the conclusion that he could listen to that laugh forever. Franklin’s face then fell solemn.

“Y’know I really thought that.. I really thought that you jus’ got with someone else. Not even jus’ my Aunt. I saw how you wanted to get away from me, and I thought…” He stopped himself, petting Chop’s head.

“I.. wanted to be happy if you was, but the thought of that at all bothered me.”

“Why?”

“Cuz you were all I had, dog. Mike n Trevor, they have their own lives, their own history n shit. I can’t always rely on them. Denise don’t give a fuck what happen to me. You my lifeline dog, I’ve known you for years. I didn’t want you to forget me over a chick or sum’. That day you acted all different n shit, it worried me.”

“Hey man, y’know I ain’t ever gon pull that shit on you. I’m with you for life.”

“Then don’t pull other kinda stupid shit on me.”

“Whatchu mean?”

“You can’t ever die on me bro. That ain’t how this shit works.”

“Ay man, I don’t plan on dying jus’ yet. Not unless yo ass by my side. Not ‘til I tell you I…” He couldn’t finish the sentence.

Franklin got closer to his face, cupping his cheek. His eyes shone as the stars around them fell from the sky, akin to raindrops, hitting them. Everything about him was flooding Lamar’s senses, and it felt surreal, between his aroma and all the other things he loved about Franklin. Golden flecks covered them both, and the stars continued to crash down. The sky was growing darker than before.

“Just say the words Lamar. Say them and this shit’ll be over.”

“How?”

“Well first you need to wake yo ass up.”

“Huh?”

“I said wake up, fool!”

Lamar’s blissful dream had been interrupted by an unknown figure shaking him, literal raindrops hitting his face. He was still bleary eyed, only seeing a vague silhouette in front of him. A wet slap to the face rattled his brain around, the hangover settling in. Shit, was he still drunk? What time was it?

“Lamar! Get up!”

“Oh.. Th’fuck? Who- who that is?” He grunted out.

“It’s me you fuckin’ clown!”

“Frank?”

“Who the fuck else?”

“Why are you-”

He was abruptly yanked out of bed, thudding to the floor with a small “oof”.

“Get up you punk bitch!”

“Franklin what the fuck-”

He was grabbed again, tossed back onto his bed. Franklin straddled him, shaking Lamar by the collar.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?!” He said, Lamar getting another slap to the face.

“What in the fresh fuck is you talkin’-” Another slap.

“15 fuckin’ missed phone calls! 15! Are you fuckin’ nuts?!”

Lamar’s eyes practically popped out of his head. 15? What the fuck did he say to him?

“I did what-”

Franklin shook him even harder by his shirt, stretching the material out. He was straining his voice now.

“You had me worried like fuckin’ crazy! I thought you was in some sorta fuckin’ trouble again! You blew my phone up when I told yo ass not to, and then didn’t fuckin’ pick up after I heard the first couple special messages you left me!”

Oh God. This was it. He told Franklin everything, didn’t he? The color drained from his face.

“Oh fuck me..” He mumbled, putting a hand over his eyes.

“What?!” Franklin yelled, shaking him again. Lamar’s head was pounding.

“Franklin.. what.. what I say on there? I barely remember a thing, let alone callin’ yo ass.”

“You seriously don’t fuckin’ remember?!”

“Yeah. Seriously, man.”

Franklin slid off of him, putting a palm to his face. He breathed through his nose hard, trying to calm down. Lamar realized he was drenched from the small downpour outside. Pellets of rain thumped against the window as a reminder that the storm never went away.

“You.. fuck, man. You started sayin’ all this shit about how bad a fuckin’ friend you was. That you, you was hidin’ all this shit and couldn’t live another day without tellin’ me.”

Okay. Good. He didn’t tell him the truth.

“You told me you wanted to die dog. Didn’t realize yo dumbass was safe n sound asleep in yo fuckin’ bed.”

“Oh.”

“…’Oh’? Is that really all you have to say?!”

“F, I was jus’ drunk. It was dumb of me, I know, but I.. It’s nothing, okay?”

“Don’t do this shit to me man! I’ve already dealt with enough of yo fuckin’ schemes n shit-”

“Frank.”

“It’s 3 am! You had Chop barkin’ his Goddamn head off the whole night!”

“Franklin.”

“Then I race my ass over here to find yo drunkass self passed out in bed-”

“Franklin.”

“What! What?! You finally gonna put yo two cents in for once?”

“Stop yelling. My head hurts like a bitch right now.”

“Good! I’m fuckin’ glad because I know mine does as well you fuckin’ asshole!”

Lamar looked pathetically up at him. This was getting out of hand. He let it go on for too long.

“Why did you come here then?” He croaked.

“Because you were fuckin’ sobbin’ into the phone! All I heard was you cryin’ like mad fuckin’ crazy and it scared me. You don’t ever do that shit, not even when you fucked up.”

“How much I say?”

“I got the first message pretty fuckin’ clear, the rest was jus’ incoherent bullshit. I barely got through the second one before speedin’ on over. You sounded hurt n shit, I thought something happened. I thought you was a goner.”

“No weird shit though right? I ain’t say nothin’ bad?”

“What? Lamar, what the fuck are you on about? I just told you what yo ass cried out to me! I couldn’t even understand any of the other messages!”

“Okay, okay. That’s.. good I guess.”

“That’s good? Fuckin’ hell, why did I come here? You- ugh!”

“Franklin. Can you jus’ sit down before you pop a fuckin’ blood vessel? You stressin’ for nothin’.”

If anything, Lamar should be the one stressing right now. He had been so close to confessing without knowing. Franklin sat next to him, arms crossed.

“Franklin.”

“What.”

“I’m sorry that I scared you. I didn’t mean to.”

“Well good fuckin’ job, you accomplished that real well didn’t you.” He said, sarcastically applauding him.

“I thought you were cutting me off for good homie. You think I was gon’ let that happen?”

“Lamar, that still ain’t a good reason to freak me out like that in the middle of the night.”

“It’s only cuz you hadn’t been listenin’ to me bro. I’ve been wanting to tell you somethin’ so badly lately and I never.. got the chance.”

“Then do pray fuckin’ tell LD, what the fuck is so important that you had to do this shit to me at 3 AM!”

“Franklin man, c’mon-”

“No! Don’t start!”

Franklin stood, heading for the door as he spoke. He stopped in the threshold.

“Tell me what the fuck is goin’ on with you, or I’m leavin’ yo sad ass here to wallow. I mean it L.”

“Don’t be like that. Please man. I want to, but I-”

“Jus’ fuckin’ tell me! Why won’t you tell me?!”

“Frank-”

“I dragged my ass all the way over here for nothin’ didn’t I? You ain’t dead, you ain’t sayin’ shit, you jus’ bein’ so- ugh! Fuck!” He threw his hands up, exiting Lamar’s bedroom.

“I’m done man, fuck this.”

“Franklin wait- don’t go-” He pleaded.

Franklin did nothing but leave him stranded again, thunder rolling far in the distance. Lamar ran after him as he walked out the door, hearing the rain heavily hit the pavement. His mind was racing far ahead of him. Franklin was leaving, he was leaving for good, and he couldn’t. He can’t. That’s not how it’s supposed to work. Franklin can’t do that, he can’t-

His mind had gone so far away, that he didn’t even realize that he had tackled Franklin to the ground. The two of them fell to the ground with a loud splat, followed by sounds of pain.

“Lamar what the fuck?!”

“Don’t go! Fuckin’ hell, I gotta chase yo ass and for what?!”

“Get off me dog!”

“No!” Franklin was pinned beneath him. The raindrops that rolled off of Lamar hit him in the face.

It reminded Lamar of when they were younger, playing football or whatever sport they could outside even as the deluge soaked them both to the bone. The roles had been reversed, with Franklin constantly knocking him down onto the grassy sludge. They got quite an earful from Lamar’s mom as they tracked mud in the house upon returning. It was a memory amongst many that stuck with him like glue. Those memories couldn’t go away. Franklin couldn’t go away.

Tears mixed in with the rain as he yelled out to him.

“You fuckin’ idiot! Why you makin’ this shit so hard for me?! You keep leavin’ before I can even finish!”

Franklin struggled to break free from Lamar’s grip on his wrists, huffing as he looked away.

“Look at me!” Lamar shouted, grabbing his face with a free hand.

“I didn’t wanna fuckin’ tell you like this, but Jesus Christ! For fucks sake you stubborn asshole-”

He was doing it. He bit the fucking bullet.

“You know how we got into that fuckin’ argument last week? When I told you that I was dealin’ with that whole love thing, I wasn’t talkin’ about yo Aunt, a hoe, nobody else! I was talkin’ about you!”

Lamar threw himself off of him, stumbling backwards. Franklin propped himself onto his elbows. He finally said it. He said it, and he was far from finished.

“But you didn’t wanna fuckin’ listen! And now I’ve fucked our friendship over for a second time! All because of you! This whole thing has been drivin’ me fuckin’ insane lately, and I couldn’t do shit about it! I tried so, so hard to avoid this, but nothin’ ever goes my way, huh?! Every time I think a plan of mine’ll work, it doesn’t! You know why?!”

Opening his arms wide, he spoke loud and clear, finishing his rant.

“Lemme remind you: I’m Lamar fuckin’ Davis! The biggest fuckin’ fool, fuckin’ clown, fuckin’ whatever you wanna call me! Lamar Davis, the most naïve bitch on the planet! Fuck me for thinking that this would ever go well!”

Now it was his turn to leave. But he didn’t go back into his house. His legs moved for him, walking in no particular direction. He just needed to get away from Franklin, not caring about how damp his clothes were now. He was shaking, and he didn’t know if it was from the rain or the range of emotions he was flying through.

He could hear a pair of sneakers squishing behind him. Franklin was running, and he was catching up fast.

“Ay Lamar! Get back here!”

Oh fuck. He was chasing after him now. That’s not good. Lamar started running himself, not caring about possibly slipping and falling on his ass. Only a few hours ago, he had told himself he couldn’t be without Franklin. Now all he wanted to do was run away.

“Lamar!”

Fuck fuck fuck.

He wasn’t fast enough. The second time they hit the ground, Lamar had the wind knocked right out of him, the duo splashing right into a puddle. Hands gripped his shoulders, flipping him around.

“Lamar!”

There were only a few instances in his life where Lamar felt small. He’d always been big in character, big in height, and according to him, big in other ways. But this was one of those moments where he couldn’t help but flinch, wanting to collapse in on himself. He was so tired.

“If you gon’ beat my ass or somethin’ jus’ get it over with.” He sighed, shutting his eyes tight.

When he felt nothing but raindrops touch his face, he opened his eyes slowly. His heart sank when he did. Franklin was visibly upset, guilt in his eyes.

“Lamar. Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

A wave of déjà vu washed over him. Oh. So that’s what precognition meant. Motherfucking psychic lady.

“You should’ve jus’ told me man.”

“I tried dog. You wouldn’t hear me out.”

“Cuz I.. I thought you got with someone. I didn’t wanna hear it straight from yo mouth if you was.”

He shifted up, Frank sitting in his lap.

“Y’know I always thought that.. Part of me jus’ kinda thought that it’d always be the two of us. I’m never gonna get Tanisha back.. but you..”

Franklin looked away.

“You a crazy ass loyal motherfucker man. You stuck by my side no matter what, and some dumbass part of me was convinced that you… I mean fuck, so many times I thought you would jus’ flat out say something. Somethin’ so I could stop waiting for the one other person I had known forever to just say that they fuckin’ loved me like that.”

Lamar blinked, rainwater getting into his eyes. It wasn’t quite as serene as his dream had been, nor was it verbatim, but Lamar didn’t care. There was something about the way the water droplets sat along Franklin’s face, highlighted by a streetlight behind him that made him look angelic.

“When you started actin’ all weird it jus’.. made me so fuckin’ mad man. I thought you was gon’ pick someone else over me. Jus’ like Tanisha did.”

“Franklin..”

“So why didn’t you jus’ say somethin’ sooner? I waited. Hell, I don’t even know why I did at first.”

“Franklin.”

“But now I’m realizin’ you must not have even noticed yoself what you was feelin’, when I fuckin’ did. I noticed and you didn’t and-”

Lamar grabbed him by the face, grip surprisingly strong after being in the rain.

“How many times do I gotta say yo name for you to hear me?”

The rain kept falling, never slowing for either one of them. Yet, it felt like time stopped. Lamar chuckled lightly.

“Franklin Clinton and Lamar Davis. Two of the dumbest motherfuckers in LS. Homies for life.”

“Yeah. Homies for life.”

His hands never left Franklin’s face. He pressed their foreheads together, lowering his voice.

“I love you, bum ass bitch.”

“Yeah yeah. I love you too.”

He kissed the top of his head, moving his hands down to embrace him in a tight hug. When was the last time they did this? As he thought it over, he could hear Franklin’s voice muffled against his chest.

“Don’t scare me like that again. Next time save us both the trouble n jus’ spill yo heart out. Dramatic motherfucker.”

The words had no malice in them, Lamar feeling him smile as he said it. He kissed him once more, and they just sat in the rain, feeling it bathe them in fond memories.

//plz listen to remember the rain by 21st century it’s so good 💔😭 anyway ya i decided to end it on a sorta happy note !!!!! franklin is a stubborn guy smh,, sorry for any typos lol also i rlly had no idea where i wanted to go with this so sorry if it’s weird or whatever

#grand theft auto 5 #gta v #lamar davis #franklin clinton #franklin/lamar #framar #one sided pining #but with a twist #mutual pining #i told y’all frank was hiding sumn

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imagines-mha · 4 years

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class 1-B and night routines

Monoma: if monoma doesn’t annoy at least 2 people per night he simply will not sleep. Wears the comfiest pyjamas- like a 100% cotton top and plaid pj bottoms and everyones so fuckin jealous. He tells everyone he has a 16 step self-care routine he does every night but he really just brushes his teeth and then sits on his phone for like 2 hours? Ike what do you GET out of lying???

Tetsutetsu: he thinks going to bed after 11pm is criminal. Literally doesn’t understand the cryptidcrew™️ who DONT MF SLEEP. Works out before bed which is 👌🏻👌🏻 OOF. Aw hes the type of friend to make everyone tea and toast and send them asmr videos if they cant sleep i love him. He usually spends his night dancing around with pony and working off all his ENERGY

Kendo: “yall im turning into bed i’m too tired for this shit” “kendo it’s 7pm”

My girl will retire to her room as early as she can (usually with the rest of the girls) and she just RELAXES. Like self-care to the max: paints her nails, watches tv, plans her tomorrow, showers. She’s usually asleep at 10pm and wakes up the next morning full energy I want what she has

Awase: he has the WORST sleep schedule like fr. Literally sits up on tiktok until 3am and he’s just like “oh shit i’m up at 7…” *continues scrolling* like bro GET UR ASS TO BED U HAVE TRAINING AT 6AM. His night routine ain’t anything special- he sleeps in sweats and always keeps his window open (although someone told him about banshees once and now hes lowkey terrified lmao)

Kaibara- the type to fall asleep on the sofa and wake up at 4 in the morning to find tsuburaba in the kitchen eating a full course meal and he just SIGHS and goes up to bed in the worst mood bc why tf are his friends so WEIRD. Likes to watch the stars and edit pictures before he sleeps- its so therapeutic to him and also productive so he’s winning

Rin- he drinks coffee every night after midnight and then goes “oh my fuck shit i just drank coffee why am i like this” like congrats u fuckin dumbass now u ain’t gonna sleep. And he never fuckin learns. Always does his hw at like 11pm, Also stays up way too late binge-watching star wars smh

Tsuburaba: he gets up every night and treats himself to a three-course meal in the kitchen no cap no sound awareness my man will be blending shit full blast at 2 in the morning. Usually falls asleep sitting at the kitchen table and he 👏🏻 needs 👏🏻 a 👏🏻 chiropractor 👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻. Also always forgets to do his homework until everyone’s packing up to go to bed and hes like “please,, anyone,, the math?”. Shoda wants to punch him so bad

Ibara: the most well-structured person in the entire building. At 7pm she has her shower, at 8:30pm she goes to pray, at 9:30pm she journals and draws to calm her mind, and at 10pm she meditates until she falls asleep- which is usually 10:20pm.. Everyone wants her self control and independance like damn how does she FUNCTION. Also queen of vegan self-care remedies

Pony: girl is chaotic as fuck it’ll be like 10pm and rin’s like “yo pony can i copy the hw??” And shes like “WHAT HOMEWORK.” . *cue two idiots freaking tf out*. She’s always wearing matching pj sets and fluffy socks and loves sliding around in them like a dork. Dances every night before bed to tire herself out like shes just in the lounge deadass vibing to taylor swift and a new person joins her everytime . people would be dead without her

Kodai: movies every night or she won’t go to class the next morning. Shes always just sitting on her phone w earphones in like she has absoloutely no time to deal with monoma’s shit so she just peaces tf out of existence. Cutest pyjamas ever i love her pyjama queen. The go-to girl for homework she just leaves her bag open, as long as u return it shes cool

Tokage: oh my god shes so CRYPTIC and FOR WHAT. Pranks pranks pranks pranks pranks. everyone hates her for it and she loves it so bad. Like she has the balls to prank kamakiri and that TAKES BALLS LET ME JUST SAY . she’ll just leave her body parts in people’s beds and its SO annoying. They usually just pick up her stray arm and fling it at the wall in revenge then act confused the next morning when she complains abt the bruises

Komori: cryptic as fuck. Does she sleep? Why is she always sitting at the table? What is she doing? . Closes her tabs whenever someone comes into the dining room and just stares at them til they leave again like :)). In the garden every night til she can’t bear the coldness- watches the stars and makes flower crowns and worships the moon i love her

Kuroiro: nighttime is the time he just evaporates like where tf is he like 🙄🙄 reel it in randy from monsters inc . Hiding in the walls and listening to everyones conversations and secrets is his only skill in life . Everyone thinks he doesn’t sleep and just wanders around (he does, he just likes to have an edgy reputation)

Kamakiri- did you hear that?? oh its just kamakiri fistfighting monoma in the hallway again. Fr takes no prisoners he needs his beauty sleep (or idk do bugs sleep lmao??). If you’re in his way while he’s RAMPAGING to his room youre dead bro when i say he takes bedtime routines seriously i MEAN it. He does self-care and tells NOONE but its lowkey cute idk lmao why do i have a crush on a bug lemme call my therapist real quick

Bondo- 9pm. Wind down time. A good book is all my mans needs and he’ll be out for the count in absolutely no time at all. Fukidashi will die jealous and bondo fucking loves it. Milks tf out of it too he’s like YAWN I AM SO TIRED OFF TO BED NOW TO SLEEP PEACEFULLY GOODNIGHT and everyone who WISHES they could sleep as early as that wants him to choke

Manga- king of never having hw done until 1am at the earliest 🤡. He lives on 1 hour sleep most nights and his speech bubble just says “no <3” until like 11am. Its cus of his crippling hyperactivity he’s running the halls at 3am practicing the entire mamma mia choreography ffs fukidashi U HAVE A CAREER AHEAD OF U

Reiko: energy drink addiction 101 if she doesn’t drink monster every night before bed she’s convinced she’ll die. “I sleep all day and party all night” she says, crying over math hw at 2am. Plays music too loud and has LED strobelites on ALL NIGHT. Shes deadass doing witchcraft in the lounge w komori all night during finals week she doesnt give a single fuck x

Shishida: another reader,, mans will finish an entire book in a night by the force of sheer willpower alone. Takes a bath every night and it makes his fur so fluffy and smell like apples smdnwjdnwd. Perfect snuggle buddy for wintertimes (pony LOVES HIM) and he’s that good man who carries tsuburaba to bed when he falls asleep at the kitchen table

Shoda: “please don’t speak to me while im doing my homework im 👌🏻 this close to having a mental breakdown and all it takes is a single poke to reel me over the edge.” Complains all day about being tired then goes to bed at 2am?? Like no shit ofc ur tired bitch . Always up for a deep talk at night he knows EVERYTHING abt EVERYONE and hes so trustworthy hed never tell a soul

Honenuki: he meal preps and does yoga before bed 🤢 like WHO HAS THAT MOTIVATION. Irons and sets his uniform out for the next day before getting his homework FINISHED by 9pm . He’s pretty flexible w what he does at nights it 100% depends on his mood. Usually he’s helping Tokage with pranks or working out w tetsutetsu tho. Used to annoy people who were up doing hw after 11 like “really tsuburaba? You should be ashamed”. Shoda almost DECKED him once for it tho and he was #traumatised and never did it again

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The Demon 👿 Zombie

Genre: Office!AU

Pairing: Jae x You

Warnings: Some Emotional Angst

Words: 2,342

Day and Night 👿 Zombie 👿 Tick Tock 👿 Love me or Leave me 👿 STOP 👿 1 to 10 👿 Afraid

Breathin’ but I’ve been dyin’ inside Nothin’ new and nothin’ feels right Deja vu so I close my eyes Let the demon sing me a lullaby

Today’s a present that I don’t want So I’m wonderin’ in this world Am I really the only one Who’s been wantin’ to hide out from the sun And run

You immediately let out a whining groan when you heard your morning alarm pierce through the air.

You knew you should be thankful you had a steady, well-paying job. You should be grateful you could keep a roof over your head and food on your table.

But, good grief, you just didn’t like it. You didn’t hate it, but you sure didn’t love it. It was a fine job. Mediocre, at best. You just had trouble mustering up any positive energy whatsoever when it came to getting up and going to work.

Once you actually got to work... Well, to be honest, it wasn’t much better. You trudged through each workday because you had to, not because you wanted to. You simply went through the motions every day, like a robot on autopilot.

You know that song that’s like “Everybody’s workin’ for the weekend’?

You were convinced that song was written about you. Friday evening was your absolute favorite thing in the entire world.

And Sunday evening was your absolute least favorite thing in the entire world.

Up until just recently, you’d been able to make it through each day, each week. It wasn’t pleasant, but you did it.

For the past few weeks, though, you’d felt the dark unhappiness creeping into your brain. It was getting more and more difficult to force yourself to get out of bed and head into the office. So much so that you were on the verge of taking some time off. It sounded more than heavenly to just be able to stay in bed and laze around all day -- hole yourself up and do anything but go to work.

When we live a life Always dreamin’ for a dream to come true So I live this life Wanting somethin’ I can’t see And something I can’t reach Or somethin’ that could not exist

To be honest, one of the only things keeping you going right now was your co-worker, Jae.

The two of you had started this job at just about the same time, so the newbie status instantly pulled you together. The fact Jae could successfully distract you with both memes and profound thoughts at the same time was what kept you together.

Whenever you needed to rant about another co-worker or a client, Jae was there. Whenever you needed to get out of the office for lunch and satisfy your craving for fast food, Jae was there. Whenever you needed to relieve boredom or waste time -- you guessed it. Jae was there.

He was basically one of the only reasons you continued working this job, and you liked to think he felt the same way about you.

After reaching over to pick up your phone and turning your alarm off, your whining groan turned into a weary sigh. Normally -- as in, before your jaded attitude about your job had set in -- you would turn off your alarm and almost immediately get out of bed. Now, however -- and especially more recently -- you found you had to scroll through your overnight notifications on your phone before you could even think about getting up.

And that’s exactly what you did today.

Your eyes scanned all of the alerts you’d received, stopping when you noticed one of them was a text message from Jae. Unsurprisingly, he’d sent it way after you’d gone to sleep, knowing you wouldn’t see it until you’d woken up this morning.

Just two more alarms for the week, dude. You got this.

You really weren’t sure why because it was literally just a text message, but... reading Jae’s words actually helped you get out of bed. Maybe it was the fact you knew someone at work was on your side, or maybe it was the fact someone else understood how difficult it could be... or maybe it was a reason you truly couldn’t understand.

Either way, you quickly typed out a reply (‘WE got this, bro!! See you soon!’) and then swung your legs over the side your bed.

I feel like I became a zombie Not alive but I’m still walkin’ When the sunrise is upon me I’ll be waitin’ for the day to pass by Oh why

I became a zombie And there’s nothing that can cure me So tomorrow I know I’ll be Just the same, you’ll see me Wishin’ to stop and close my eyes

Unfortunately, Jae’s text message only gave you enough positive energy to get through your morning routine. As soon as you stepped outside and headed toward the bus stop, you turned into the robot on autopilot again, simply going through the motions of getting to work.

You got on the bus, swiped your pass, sat down, stared out the window as it began to roll deeper into the city.

It was times like these when you found yourself zoning out entirely, thinking of everything and nothing at the same time.

Your gaze became focused on the sunrise peeking through in-between the buildings, and your mind became unfocused on just about everything. And it was usually during your morning bus ride when you felt the most like a zombie -- half-alive. Or, rather, physically alive but emotionally... not alive. Probably because you knew the day was just beginning, and you had so many hours ahead of you to get through.

You closed your eyes, tilting your head and pressing your temple to the cool glass of the window.

Just before you were going to let out a deep but silent sigh, you felt your phone vibrate inside your bag.

With a small jump, you opened your eyes, sat back up, and reached in to see what the notification was.

A small smile crept onto your lips when you saw Jae had texted you again.

B R O. I need COFFEE. Want anything?

Soy hazelnut latte maybe?

What about food? You can treat me to lunch later as a thank you.

LOL okay deal. Everything bagel plz!!!! You’re the best!!!!

You would say one thing: it was definitely easier to get through the morning with some caffeine and some food. Hopefully, you would feel more like a person after you got some breakfast in you.

Yeah this is my life Always dreamin’ for a dream to come true This meaningless life Wanting somethin’ I can’t see And something I can’t reach Or somethin’ that could not exist

No more of this I wanna cry Dried out but feel like I should cry Tell the world that I’m still here tonight Oh oh

Besides the very end of your shift, lunchtime was your favorite part of the day. You especially enjoyed it when you got to eat with Jae, and even moreso when you ate out at a restaurant -- I mean, if you classify McDonald’s as a restaurant. Which you totally did.

Since Jae had so graciously provided breakfast for you this morning, you followed up with your promise to treat him to lunch. He had announced that he was craving a McChicken sandwich, so here you were sitting in a booth at the McDonald’s across the street from the building.

And, apparently, you were sitting in the booth more listlessly than you realized because as you were swirling some fries around in your ketchup, Jae kicked you gently under the table.

“Yo, what’s up?” he asked. “You okay?”

You blinked rapidly, shifting your gaze to look at Jae across from you. “Hmm?” you hummed. “Oh, I -- have you ever felt like your life is basically meaningless?”

...Had you meant for such a profound question to come out of your mouth?

No.

But there was no taking it back now.

Jae practically choked on his McChicken, his eyes widening and his brow furrowing deeply. “Say what now?”

You shifted awkwardly in your seat before replying, “Never mind.”

“No, no, no -- meaningless? Is that how you feel? Like your life is meaningless?”

“...Kind of?”

Jae’s forehead wrinkled even more, and he leaned forward closer to you. “Dude, that’s not true at all,” he said quietly and with the most sincere tone. So sincere it almost made your heart break. “Why -- I mean, why do you...?”

“I don’t know,” you shrugged. “I just feel like... every day is a chore to get through. I’m just waking up and going to work and going home. I don’t feel like I’m actually... doing anything. And like there’s no end in sight.”

Jae let out a soft sigh and set down his sandwich before folding his arms on top of the table. “I mean... I knew you didn’t like this job, but I didn’t realize it was that bad.”

To be honest, neither had you. Not until just now. You’d known you weren’t particularly happy, but you hadn’t truly understood just how unhappy you were.

“...Yeah, I guess it is,” you murmured.

“So... find a new job.”

You automatically let out a breathless chuckle and shook your head. “Like it’s that easy.”

“Listen,” Jae began. “I don’t want you to find another job. For my own selfish reasons, I don’t want you to leave because you’re definitely my favorite part of work. But... dude, if you’re that unhappy, you have to leave.”

You didn’t answer him right away; you simply bit the inside of your cheek and gazed at your food.

“I have friends with all kinds of jobs,” he continued. “I could ask around and see if they can help. You’re smart as hell, I know there are plenty of jobs out there you would be so good at.”

His words -- and his earnest tone -- made your throat tighten with emotion and your eyes fill slightly with tears. “Really?” you choked out. “You would help me like that?”

When you finally looked up at him, you anticipated his expression to be one of ‘You’re kidding me, right? Of course, I would help you like that.’

Instead, his expression said something more like... Well, you weren’t sure what. The best way you could describe it was... shy.

“Well... yeah,” he mumbled. “I... I just want you to be happy.”

I feel like I became a zombie Not alive but I’m still walkin’ When the sunrise is upon me I’ll be waitin’ for the day to pass by Oh why

I became a zombie And there’s nothing that can cure me So tomorrow I know I’ll be Just the same you’ll see me Wishin’ to stop and close my eyes

Unfortunately, no matter how badly you wished for more time, your lunch break was only an hour long.

Jae had double-checked that you were all right before the two of you went back into your office building, and he even sent you messages here and there throughout the day -- including one informing you that he had texted all of his close friends about job openings, and he already had some good leads for you.

At this point, though, you didn’t really want to get your hopes up.

Jae typically didn’t leave at the same time as you because he preferred to finish everything he’d started that day; you were the type to leave right when the clock struck 5 and not a minute later, so unless Jae finished early for the day, the two of you never walked out of the office together.

But Jae must have finished early for the day because the two of you walked out of the office together.

As soon as you stepped out of the building, Jae nudged you gently with his elbow. “So, are you gonna quit?” he asked quietly.

“Well, not right now,” you replied. “I still need to pay my bills.”

“Yeah, but -- if one of my friends can get you an interview, will you go to it?”

“I -- I mean, I guess so!”

To be honest, you wanted to leave this job, but... change was really scary. Starting all over at a new place, getting to know new people, getting used to a new schedule? It didn’t sound inviting.

But, then again, neither did keeping on with your current situation.

“I promise,” Jae said with raised eyebrows. “I will help you get out of here.”

You had to stop walking at that.

Your brow furrowed as Jae suddenly stopped, too, turning to face you.

“...What?” he asked.

“Why are you so determined to help me find a new job?” you asked, though there was absolutely nothing accusatory about your words. You were just... curious. I mean, it’s not like you and Jae were extremely close. You were best work friends, for sure, but you hadn’t hung out a whole lot outside of work.

Again, Jae’s expression turned shy the same way it had during your lunch conversation.

“I just...” he began, but then he let out a sigh and brought one hand up to rub the bridge of his nose.

...And then it dawned on you.

Out of the blue.

The realization hit you like a ton of bricks that you had only stayed here because of Jae.

He wasn’t just one of the reasons you could manage to keep going. One of the only things you liked about your job.

He was the only reason. The only thing.

You were so hesitant to get another job because you knew you wouldn’t get to see him everyday, and seeing him everyday was the one thing in your life that actually made you genuinely happy.

Before he could continue on with his thought, you stepped up to him. You slid your arms around his middle and circled your arms as tightly as you could and pressed your cheek to his chest.

“Whoa,” he muttered, but he didn’t leave enough time for you to start second-guessing yourself because he almost immediately returned your embrace.

“I don’t --” he mumbled. “I don’t want you to leave because not seeing you everyday would... suck. But I don’t think I can keep seeing you everyday knowing that you hate it.”

You simply shut your eyes tightly, nuzzling your cheek against the silk fabric of his tie.

“I can’t see you everyday knowing that you’re -- you’re a working zombie or something. So... please. Please say you’ll leave.”

“I will,” you murmured. Because even though Jae made you happy... it wasn’t enough. You couldn’t continue to rely on him to get you through the day; it wouldn’t be fair to either of you.

“But...” Jae added, his voice quieter and a bit more shaky. “Please say... you won’t leave me.”

Your lips curved into a wide grin at his words. He was hugging you back, yes, but you still hadn’t been certain that he felt the same way as you did right now.

But now you knew.

“I won’t,” you assured him, squeezing him even tighter.

And for the first time in a long time, you felt a glimmer of... Well, you weren’t quite sure. Hope? Happiness? Love? Or maybe just... different?

After living your life in the same way day after day, week after week, month after month... something different had happened.

So, I guess the best way to put it was for the first time in a long time, you felt that tomorrow could actually be different.

And that was all you needed.

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calypsoff · 3 years

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Fifty Seven. Part 3

My ears perked up hearing a voice just behind me, I thought I was dreaming but I heard it again “Rihanna? Robbie!” Mel spat, Robyn moved under my arms slightly “huh” overhearing Robyn say, my eyes firmly closed still knowing full well what it will be about, the hint of sadness in her voice “can I come in? Is it safe?” Mel said from outside the door “erm wait” I am dying to open my eyes, but I won’t, I will pretend to be asleep still. Robyn peeled my arms away from her, feeling the covers being moved “come in” feeling Robyn’ body heat go, she is out of bed naked I am guessing “you both had a nice night I guess” I wish my mind would shut off now, but I know “yeah, we did. Let me get my robe on, what’s wrong?” Robyn asked, opening my eyes a little. Robyn is just butt ass naked in front of Mel, but they been through it together “you been crying?” Robyn asked concerned “can you stay in my bed tonight please” closing my eyes fully knowing full well why “yes, I will. I will just get a tee and some panties; we will talk in the bedroom. It better not be Barry, I will murder him, I been telling you that he’s playing around, I just had a feeling in my heart that he was. His behaviour has been off, meaning that he won’t commit to you” hearing them both walk off “I will wait for you in the bedroom” I feel so bad that she’s crying now; this is terrible “don’t cry, please don’t. It’s hurting my heart that you are” taking in a deep breath, now I am the bad guy, but I am trying to save her heart, I hate myself now. Opening my eyes sighing out, why is she crying like that “Chris, I’m going to stay with Mel tonight” looking behind me in shock, how did she know I was awake “erm ok” a little taken aback “what?” Robyn said half smiling at me “no, just woke up. You know” playing it off, Robyn walked over to me “go to sleep” she kissed my forehead “I took your tee with me, see you in the morning” taking in a deep breath, what a mess this is. The bedroom door closed, and I moved onto my back, I feel so bad about this because I didn’t want him to break it off, but he wouldn’t leave other bitches alone, he spoke about her disrespectfully and on top of that saying about Barbadian women like my wife ain’t Barbadian, she isn’t easy either. I am annoyed, I’m going to have a blunt and then sleep.

I don’t usually smoke a blunt in the bedroom because of Robyn being pregnant, I like to keep that away from her but she’s not here so I can. Staring down at my phone waiting for Barry to answer and he did, picking the phone up and placing it against my ear “so what happened?” I questioned “what you think, because with me Chris I stay out of your relationship do I not?” Is this guy being real “what relationship? That was the whole issue was it not? I wanted you to be faithful, but you think you’re in a open one, she’s crying so what did you say?” I asked “we not all in a perfect situation Chris, if she was Rihanna I would be on my knees too like you are” that was very vindictive to say “I asked you a question” overlooking what he said “that I wasn’t feeling her like that, she’s not my type. Not the type I want” he’s such a bastard “you have lost a great girl, you stupid motherfucker. Your jealousy is coming out bro, I don’t know what your fucking issue is but you’re living the way you do because of me, bitches are fucking you because they can’t fuck me! How is it I assumed TJ would be the dumb one but it’s not, it’s you until you can fucking apologise to me then we will talk, and Barry you got a fucking issue I will come there and beat you pussy, don’t forget that. Go back to selling drugs, you’re out of my business. Use my name again and I will show you” disconnecting the call, he will be back. I know Barry, he’s having a bitch fit now but he will get over it because we have had these arguments before, but this shit is fucked up, he’s really annoyed me with that.

It’s late over here but I thought I would call TJ even though I think he may be asleep; I am sure he said he had his son or whatever. Since he became a father he’s really changed, I feel like Barry is a bad influence on him “yo” he sounds so sleepy “did I wake you?” I’m saying it like I didn’t know this “yeah bro, it’s cool. I think little C is going to wake up for feeding anyways” I chuckled “so you back in VA or Houston?” I am sure VA “VA, stay at my parents when I see him” letting out an oh “you know what, Barry has pissed me off. Now I don’t know your point of view in this, but you know he’s been playing with Mel, and that’s fine. So you know I mentioned to him about making it official, but he just wants fun and have Mel there and fuck other girls, I told him no. And to end it, Mel is a sister to Robyn now she’s crying, and Robyn is there with her, it puts me in a situation because I know what he’s been doing, Barry is making out that I did bad, did I do bad? That I wanted to protect Mel because she’s a nice person” I just need to know what I did was right or wrong “I told him that he’s in a mindset where he wants to be single, but he wasn’t hearing it, he had a full orgy in Vegas. I feel like a virgin just fucking nobody, but I told him to do it. Be single, you’re protecting your family now Chris, that’s your family. I get it” I breathed out, someone that understands “well we fell out and I told him I want nothing to do with him because of how disrespectful he is towards me and my wife in a way, but he has nothing to do with the company. I don’t want to know which leads me onto the business, I’ve literally changed everything with the business which leaves you with nothing to do within it and your bitch baby mother has been harassing me which has upset my wife and I know you got a baby and I want to help you” I feel bad, the phone line went silent like really silent “I understand bro” I feel so bad “you on your path and I am on mines but I can help, I mean if I can help in any way then I will but I just need to pay for my child you know” I hate this “and I can help you but you need to help me, you niggas ain’t been doing, just if Barry calls then let me know, sorry for calling late just needed to speak to you, I am sorry” I apologised “yeah I’ll call you tomorrow” disconnecting the call.

Last night was a long night so to say anyways, Robyn has just come back into the bedroom after being with Mel all that time. She actually woke me “slept well?” Robyn asked, nodding my head as I walked over to the walk in closet “if you put them boxers on the floor that you’re going to take off then I promise you I will scream” she knows me well, pulling down my boxers “the bedroom smells of weed, I thought we both decided to not have weed in the room?” Pulling a face “erm, you said that because you can’t have any weed so yeah” balling up my boxers in my hand, Robyn held her hand out to me “thank you” placing it in her hand “that too but it smelt terrible, can you not do it again. Still smells it now” walking over to my drawer to get a new pair of boxers “ok I won’t” I will but I will just say I won’t “thank you, miss me in bed?” I laughed and I don’t know why but I did laugh, I found it to be amusing “sorry, was that funny?” closing my draw and turning to Robyn “nah, more like did you miss me? What’s wrong with Mel?” I mean I have to ask, “what makes you think anything is wrong huh?” Side eyeing Robyn “just your friend, really upset Mel. Erm, she cried a lot, she liked him. I told you that, but I guess you knew he left her” pulling my boxers up shaking my head “what do you mean? He didn’t mention anything to me” I shrugged it off going to get some sweatpants “I find it hard to believe but your friend has disrespected Mel in many ways, and you will find out soon. I’m not going to argue with you, but I think you know more then you’re letting on” Robyn knows me too well, I hate it here “I will see you downstairs” I cannot let them know that I knew anything.

Sitting down at the dining table “where is Mel? I knocked on her bedroom door” I don’t think she’s there “she needed to be somewhere, why did you go to her room anyways” Robyn is questioning everything I say “erm to ask how she was, I feel like I am to blame because he is my friend you know. Not in a way like that I knew but he is my friend so yeah” Robyn is staring at me so hard “your friend said some harsh things to her, he did this at a restaurant, made her cry and on top of that he walked off. She paid for the bill; how dare he do that. If I catch him I will fucking beat his ass on behalf of her, Mel actually liked him a lot. This is what gets me, things were fine. I am not even going to speak on the rest, but it was nasty, had my friend crying like that. I will probably sleep in the bed with her again, she needs some love. Actually, I am going to ask because it’s playing on my mind” I am really having to do the best poker face right now “did you know? He is your best friend and you both was arguing because Chris if you knew and you let her go like that, he treated her like shit Chris. It’s making me cry, look at me” furrowing my eyebrows “why are you crying? Don’t, I didn’t know. We argued because I told him about the business” I lied, Robyn knows about the business “ok, just wanted to make sure, I am hurting so much” Robyn is really crying, this is a fucking mess, and I am sat here still lying.

Mel came back and I came outside for a blunt, I thought I would give them some space and also TJ called me like he said he would, I still haven’t thought on what to do about him “it’s a mess over here, Robyn is crying that Mel is crying but he really dogged her out, he left and didn’t pay for the food either, just went” shaking my head putting my blunt out “he got balls to be doing that, imagine fucking over Rihanna’ best friend, well sister. He fumbled the bag because she is so nice” even TJ knows she is so kind “exactly so you know what I said last night, I will pay for you until you can get yourself sorted out, I won’t have you on the streets either” I can’t do that to him “about that, look man. I don’t know what I want to do in my life, I really don’t but I don’t want to do drugs because that is the easiest option. I don’t know about Barry but me, I don’t know what to do or start. I really want to stay on with you, work under you. I don’t care but please, just give me a chance” licking my top lip “I don’t have anything for you in Houston or VA TJ, the work is here in Cali and coming here isn’t cheap either. I could suppose have you working with the girls, look I will think on something for you, promise. You my brother, I got you” I have a heart, I can’t just do that to him “I spoke to Seiko, I said you’re fucking up my money and that ain’t cool and she went on a war path about how you left her, she wanted a life with you. You married Rihanna like that, I said you stay out of their business. I don’t think she will do anything” I swallowed hard seeing Robyn waving her finger at me in anger, oh she wants me to come inside “bro, I need to go. I think I am done for out here; I will update you” TJ laughed “talk later” disconnecting the call.

Walking into the living room “I can’t even do this” Mel stormed out of the living room “what did I do? Mel, come on. I am sorry he is a dickhead; I didn’t think he would be like that” my words are failing me, and she is gone “I want Barry here, I want him here Chris I am going to kill him. You know what Chris; you know something I know you do. It’s like me and Mel, I would know if she was doing something off, I know it” shaking my head “you’re assuming things, Robyn. I rather we didn’t get involved in this, this is not our argument is it really? I don’t want that for us” trying to reason with her “your fucking friend gave my friend Chlamydia, now you tell me to not be involved! He has been having sex with other women and then my friend” my face dropped “what?” I said shocked “she went to doctors; she has been feeling off. She’s only had sex with him, and you know how people get Chlamydia she is devastated Chris. That is my sister, and I can’t do anything, so Chris. You have that look on your face” placing my hands on my hips “Christopher” shaking my head “I am not getting involved, I don’t know anything” I feel awful “look, I told him that he should be faithful. I don’t know” I shrugged again, I don’t know what to say “well you’re very loyal Chris because Mel told him and he said ask Chris, he knows. I told him about the Barbadian women, I got to give it to you Chris. You are loyal. So you going to tell me what you know, or you don’t know as you were saying” the words left me, he really put me on the spot like this.

I can’t believe he said that “I was the one to tell him to leave Mel, he didn’t want a relationship he wanted her and others. He has been having sex with various women and using the fact he knows Rihanna, he said he showed a picture of us with him, and it worked. Some girls assumed I would be there but no, they fucked him because I am not there, so he says. He was having sex with women in Vegas, I asked him, and he admitted to not wanting a relationship, he said Mel was easy. Sucked him off on the first day, you know how the Barbadian women do and that is what he meant, I corrected him” I stopped talking as Robyn yelped out “I want to kill him, Chris you should have that same passion! Barbadian women!?” she screamed “you could be having a daughter and she will be Barbadian too, is that her too!? Huh? She is somebody’s daughter Chris! So you knew this but didn’t tell me for what? Seems like your friend is ready to throw you under the bus, look where you are and look where he is. You are married to me Chris, so I come first, he is disrespecting not just my friend but also me, was I easy?” frowning at her saying that “stop ok, you weren’t like that. I am sorry about Mel” Robyn is so angry with me, I think she hates me “I really don’t want to see your face Chris, I am honestly so disappointed with you. Like I am angry but just shocked that you let it slide and let is continue that now my friend has to go through this!? She is so hurt; she doesn’t want to see anyone. She feels disgusting, she isn’t even like that and you let it continue when you could have said to me, she isn’t that type of girl Chris. You’re sick and so is your friend, don’t fucking touch me either” I am going to kill Barry, he actually gave her a sexual disease too.

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goksiiiiii · 4 years

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Fake Blondie changed my life - Zabdiel De Jesús

Note: This is my first imagine ever, and first time I am actually trying to write something like this. I hope it is not too bad. I am sorry for all my mistakes but I hope you understand because ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE.

The life has never been easy. I mean, how can it been easy for a girl who doubts her worth and hates herself every day more and more? It hasn't always been like that, you were a happy child, full of energy and love for life. Unfortunately, you just didn't have luck, you bumped into wrong people, the ones that broke you. "You are actually so ugly, I mean look at your body, not only that you don't have boobs but neither do you have ass, you are so fucking flat, nobody would even fuck you and let's not talk about possibilty that someone would fall in love with you." were the words you would often hear, just in different ways. Sometimes you would hear it from your "friends", family and exes who left you after they didn't get what they wanted. It is not that you haven't been a strong girl, it has just become too much to handle. You would always wonder how they couldn't understand that you didn't have an opportunity to choose the way you would look like. It doesn't even matter because we all can be loved the way God made us.

You have moved to Miami, you were hoping for a better life. When you thought about better life you didn't mean having hookups and fucking every night different boy, no, the better life for you meant FREEDOM. You were hoping that you will be FREE, that you will be YOURSELF, you were hoping that nobody would judge you and make you feel even more shitty, if that was possible.

You got a job to work as a fashion designer for a latin boy band CNCO. It was your dream to work as a fashion designer because you have been so creative since you were very little. You were from Europe so you didn't have an opportunity to hear about them earlier. You started exploring things about them, not because you were interested in them, but because you wanted to see how they like to dress so that you can do your job well and make everyone happy. Sometimes, it seems like all you ever cared for was to make people around you happy. You have always put yourself last. It never crossed your mind that handsome boys like them would even notice you. Everyone wanted them and nobody ever wanted you, because at the end of the day you were just a flat girl. At least that's what you thought.

"I heard we will have new fashion designer" Zabdiel stated. "Oh dios mio, really?" Erick asked curiously "I really hope that we will finally be dressed up like our bodies deserve." "Carla said she will be here soon, so I will go outside to wait for her so she doesn't get lost" Richard tells the boys while heading towards exit. "It is a girl?" Christopher immediately stops playing Fortnite. "I guess, but you know, you don't need to flirt with every girl in the wolrd" Joel rolls his eyes at Chris. "Ay papa, you need to wake up man, la vida es solo una" Chris tells Joel while having a big smile on his face.

You enter the building but you don't see anyone. You try to stay as calm as you can, not allowing your anxiety to come in and ruin your dreams. As you start walking up the stairs, you bump into someone and fall down. "Oh my God are you okay?" Richard asks you worriedly "I- I- am so sorry, I was looking for our new dresser and I was in a hurry, I didn't want her to get lost." he says while helping you to get up. "In that case, I won't give you the worst clothes, I will save them for other memebers who misbehave" you tell him smiling a little. "Oh- are you-" you cut him saying "Yes. That's me" "God, I am such an idiot nena, sorry." Richard says facepalming "I almost made you break your leg on your first day." You both laugh "No need to worry, I know to be clumsy." "I am Richard and thank you for taking it easy on me and not ruining my fashion model career because of this." "I am Y/N, and don't worry, you still need to earn my trust." you said jokingly while Richard shakes head "Trust me other boys are more problematic than me, let me introduce you to them."

Richard was really nice and kind to you and you were yourself joking a bit with him, but then you remembered that you don't want to get attached to anyone. Who the hell knows what's behind that charimng smile Richard has. You don't want new friends who will hurt you at the end or even worse you don't want a boyfriend. You don't trust anyone anymore so you decided to stay as distant as you could with all the memebers from CNCO. But then you slightly shook your head and thought to yourself "Like anyone would want you anyways." A really loud and excited voice stopped you from overthinking "Oh, mamita welcome, soy Christopher, ma mas sexy of them all" he smiles at you and at that moment you wish you had his confidence.

"I am Y/N, nice to meet you." you simply say with a small smile on your face. Erick and his ugly shirt caught your attention next. "Okay you seriously need help with that." you say looking at Erick from top to the bottom. "Omg that hurts." Erick tells you while pretending to wipe a tear. He had extremly beautiful eyes and you knew it will be hard to stop staring at them. "It will be alright, no llores." you say patting Erick's back. "What's up with others? You ain't going to introduce yourselfs?" a beautiful blondie spoke up while walking towards you. "She knows me already because I almost killed her." Richard defends himself. Zabdiel gives him a confused look but decides to focus on you "Okay so, the boy who tried to kill you is Richard, the least sexy guy in here is Christopher-" "Ay papa, why so mean to me?" Chris squeals while pretending to be crying with Erick. "Oh God with who I am working." you chuckle and shake your head. Zabdiel smiles so softly at you which almost causes you to blush but you don't because you know the smile isn't for you, he is just being kind and polite, your mind tells you. "The boy who needs your help with style is Erick, the quiet one eating french fries is Joel and I am Zabdiel." he finishes introducing. "I am not quiet, I just thought she knew us." this time Joel defends himself. "I am from Europe and unfortunately Latin music is not on the big level there" you state. "Anyways I am really glad I have an opportunity to work with you guys, I know you have a concert in 3 days so we can start looking for stuff that you will wear." "Ay nena, relajate, you have time." Chris says while putting his arm around your shoulder. "You didn't tell us anything about yourself." You try your best to be kind to the boys but you were scared you will end up being hurt again. "Look, I am here to work, not to hang out with you, so please just call me when you are ready to work with me and to make an idiot of me." You exclaimed while walking out of the room. The boys look at each other in shock. "What's up with her?" Christopher asks. "No clue, but that was weird." Erick adds. "Don't be rude. We don't know her story." Zabdiel tells them. It seems like Zabdiel was the only one to notice, you are still healing your wounds.

You came to your apartment and just locked the door and threw yourself on the bed overthinking how you reacted to the boys. You knew you were so rude and that they didn't deserve it at all but you couldn't help it. You wanted to protect yourself and you thought it was a good way. But was it really? Even thought it was pretty early to sleep, it was 8pm, you just wanted to fall asleep and forget about everything. Suddenly, as your eyes start to close, you hear a bell ringing. You aren't getting up, hoping that whoever the hell it is will be gone. "Come on Y/N, we know you are in." you hear Chris' voice. "Open up please" Joel begs. You get up to open the door surprised with the fact that they found out where you live. "What the hell are you guys doing? I am trying to sleep." you say. "Sleep? At 8pm on Saturday night? Erick asks seriously. "Yea?" you state simply. "Can we come in and talk? Please." Zabdiel looks into your eyes. You quickly look away and walk away leaving the door open. The boys take that as a yes and slowly walk in.

"I have brought lots of snacks and drinks!" Richard says pointing at paper bags "We are going to make you a welcome party." You just got back into your bed and covered yourself with a blanket. "Yea, you guys have fun, just please don't break anything I literally moved in this morning." you tell them closing your eyes. "I knew that this was bad idea, we should give her time." Joel whispers to Zabdiel. "Yes, we shouldn't force her to open up, if she is not comfortable with us Zab." Erick agrees with Joel. "What, is it blame Zabdiel day or what? We haven't even tried to make her feel comfortable with us! How can she feel comfortable when there is Christopher who just comes in front of her and says "Yo I am the sexiest." I mean stop complaining and try your best to help her feel okay. She is going to be with us now every day." Zabdiel exclaimed. "Did you fall for her in like 2 hours or what?" Chris asks him with a smirk on his face. "Can you be serious at least for 1 minute? It is not always about flirting and fucking. You sometimes need to help people." Zabdiel tells him while shaking his head. "She was really happy when I bumped into her, she was so chill and I loved her humor, idk what happened later." Rich says while taking a sip of his favourite drink. Chris comes closer to you grabbing whipped cream while whispering to you slowly. "If you don't want to come to our party.... party will come to you." Chris says while spraying whipped cream all over your face and running away from you. "Christopher Damn Velez!" you shouted at him while jumping out of the bed to get your revenge but then Erick grabs you by your waist and stops you. "Run bro, run bro! I got you" Erick yells. "Erick, let me go rn or you will have an ugly style forever!" you tell him. "Y/N don't do that to me..." Erick says making a puppy face. "I am warning you!!!" you say acting seriously. Erick looks carefully at Zab coming slowly behind him and let you in his arms. "You have nothing to blackmail me with." Zab wishpers in your ear while wrapping his arms around your waist. Your body shivers at his touch and you get gooseboomps from his breath on your neck. You don't know why, but it just happens. Seems like your body was giving you signs and trying to tell you "He is the one." "Zabdiel..." you managed to say something. "You either let us introduce ourselves in real light and have good time with us or..." "Or what?" you ask "This." not even finishing the sentence he started tickling you. "N-no, n-no Zabdiel!" you exclaimed while laughing. "Stop, stop please!" you begged while tears were rolling down your face from laughing. But he didn't plan to stop, he was just tickling you even more intensively. "Then promise..." Zabdiel orders. "O-okay, te lo prometo!" you say breathing heavily. "Omg, you are such an idiot!" you tell him while throwing a pillow at him. Zabdiel didn't care about you wanting to kill him at the moment, he just knew his heart was happy because he made you smile. And if his heart and emotions could talk at that moment. They would say it was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen in his life.

"So it is sleepover then?" Joel asks. "It is." you roll your eyes playfully. "I even got stuffed animals!" Richard tells you and burst into laughter. "Omg you guys are so sweet." "OH DIOS, chicos this is our first compliment!" Chris claps his hands in excitement and everyone else make sarcastic shocked faces which causes you to laugh even more. They all light up candles and ties up balloons trying to make this interesting as much as they could. But also, they were making sure that you are comfortable and fine with everything they were doing. Zabdiel makes comfy place for you to sit next to him. "Come here." he tells you while patting the seat next to him. "No, I am still mad at you." you say trying not to laugh. "Ik how to make this even." Erick says while spraying whipped cream all ove Zabdiel's hair. "NOT THE HAIR!" Zabdiel screams. Christopher started laughing so much which made you burst into tears of laughter because his laugh was the most contagious laugh in the world. They all kept making mess throwing food at each other. "You all are going to clean this I swear." you say looking at the mess they made. "We are going to sing to you now. We will make you forget about all bad things we have done!" Joel says while smiling softly. "Oh hell no, I bet you all suck..." you say teasing them. Zabdiel raises his eyebrows at you, and you felt like your heart was just going to melt. And you were right. Erick starts slowly playing "Tu Luz" on guitar he brought here.

"Dime tú, cómo hago para captar tu atención

Sé muy bien, que en el pasado

Te han roto el corazón"

Zabdiel sings to you while tucking a piece of your hair behind your ear. He sang with so much passion, and that, together with the meaning of the lyrcis, made you get so emotional.

"Abrázame fuerte y no tengas miedo amor

Déjame explicarte..." Chris starts singing to you and his harmonies were already bringing the death to you.

"Quiero ser el que llena de felicidad

Cada espacio de soledad

Déjame ser tu luz"

they all sing together and you couldn't help it with all the emotions and their beautiful voices. "I- I- am sorry, I will be right back." you say with a low voice while crying your eyes out you run to the bathroom.

Everyone look at each other worriedly. "Zab go with her." Joel tells him. "Go see if she is okay." Richard adds. You sit down on the cold bathroom tiles leaning in the wall. You remember all the things people did to hurt you and the way Zabdiel sang to you "I know very well that in the past they have broken your heart." made you think avout all the times people came into your life to waste a couple of months and then leave you when they didn't get what they wanted. "Y/N.. please open the door." Zabdiel says while knocking on your bathroom door. You couldn't even hear him because you were overwhelmed with so many emotions at that moment and you felt like panick attack would get you soon. You try to calm down yourself but you just keep shaking and sobbing even more not realizing how loud you were getting. Once Zabdiel hears you his heart starts beating so fast "Y/N I don't care I am coming in." he tells you while opening the door. He sees you sitting down trying to calm your breathing down. Zabdiel doesn't say anything he just knees down to you and pulls you into his chest hugging you tightly. "Y/N, I am here, you are okay." Once he wrapps his arms around you body your heart starts slowly to get back in normal rhythm. He genlty grabs your face in his hand making you look at him. "Nena, it is okay, I am here, you are safe, no one is going to hurt you." he tells you looking deep into your eyes. You just nod slowly at him and hugs him tightly. You didn't know why you did that, but the only thing you knew at that moment was that you felt so safe in his arms.

After a few minutes of silence but comfortable one, you spoke up. "I am so sorry for causing such a scene in front of you and the boys." you say playing with your fingers. "I have never wanted to be rude just-" "Just you are scared to let us in your life for some reason?" Zabdiel cuts you off "You don't have to apologize for anything nena. I know how ew people can be, and how they can turn your mind against you." he tells you. "Just.. you have no idea how much I hate myself and everything about me.. I- I- don't even know why you guys want to hang out with a girl like me." you tell him while wipping your tears away." Zabdiel puts his hand on yours making sure you are okay with it. "There is absoultely nothing in you or on you that you should hate." Zab says simply. "If me and guys hadn't felt and seen that you were such a nice girl and such a great person we wouldn't even bother coming here." "I know you have every right to think I can be just some another lie, but this is me looking you right in the eyes now and promising you that we are here to protect you. I am here for anything you need. If you want to rant, go on I will listen, If you want advice I will try my best to give you great one. I am here for anything you need. Just give us a chance and we will prove to you that you can count on us." Zabdiel tells you not taking his eyes off of you. You smile at him and deep inside your heart feels that he is honest but your mind tells you to be careful. "Muchas gracias Zab, I will try my best but I hope you understand I will need time." you tell him not noticing your thumb was slighty stroking his hand. "Vale niña, we will be waiting for you. You will work with us every day, you need to get close to us sooner or later." he smiles and purposely bumps his shoulder with yours. "Now go shower, relajate and go to sleep. You need rest." You nod at him while he leaves the bathroom. Zabdiel tells his bandmates what happened and they all gave a promise that will do their best to make you feel good with them. "Can't sleep Zab?" Chris slowly whispers. "Nah." Zab replies. "You thinking about Y/N?" Chris asks. "All I know Chris is that I want to make her be able to smile without being afraid to." Zab tells Chris. "And I am sure, you will bro." Chris tells him being so confident about his words. In the morning, boys got up early to clean the mess they had made. You woke up hearing Chris' laughing about God knows what. "Ohhh, buenos dias sleeping beauty." Richard tells you. "What are guys doing?" you ask. "Nada we took a day off to help you clean." Joel answers you. "Omg, why would you that? I could do it, I was just joking last night." you tell them. "Shhh!" Erick tells you "Less talk, more work!" Erick says grabbing a brush and paint in his hands. "Are you guys like going to paint my apartment?" you ask worriedly. "Yup this place is really ugly and you need to start fresh here soo..." Erick tells you while throwing a brush at you. "Vamos a trabajo!" You just look at them in disbelief and shake your head.

"Let's start from the top." Zab says. "You know not everyone has your height." you tell him playfully rolling your eyes. Zab bends down and picks you up so you can sit on your shoulder. "What about now?" he asks. "Omg you are such an idiot." you smile. Zabdiel was happy because he was making you smile. He really liked having you close to him. "Zabdiel, bro, you have been painting the same sport for 2 minutes now, are you okay?" Chris asks while moving hand in front of his eyes. "Um- yea yea, I am fine, I was just thinking about something." Zab defends himself. You decided to distract him from his thoughts so you put a bit of blue paint on his nose. "Ohhh.... my bad, lo siento." you tell Zabdiel. "Excuse me? What was that for?" he asks while having a big smile on his face. "Nothing, it was an accident." you say trying to stop yourself from laughing. "Oh?" Zab says while putting a paint on your thigh. "This was also an accident." he casually tells you. "Zabdiel! Don't do that" you scream at the feeling of cold paint. "Do what?" he acts innocently. You use your brush and this time paint his hair. "Here, it is better, I didn't like blonde anyways." you say. "Oh my God, oh my God, you are so bad." he says while bringing you down and pushing you to the wall. Zabdiel starts moving his hair on your face. "Zabdiel! Detener!" you yell at him while laughing so much. "Oh, I love this new look of you." he says while smirking at you. "I swear you will stay bald." you try to seriously tell him. "Nah, my stylist won't let it happen to me." he says looking deep into your eyes. "Oh really? We will see." you tell him. Zabdiel's heart was beating fast and his breathing was getting heavier. He wished nothing more than to press his lips against your. He was trying to refrain especially because of the deep talk you two had last night. "I swear I dropped my ring in here-" Richard enters the room looking for the ring he lost. Chris notices you two being close to each other pressed against the wall. "We are sorry!" Chris tells you two while grabbing Richard's hand and dragging him out of the room. "Um, let's get cleaned." Zab says trying to ease the tension. "Vale." you tell him kinda thankful for Richard and Chris entering the room because you felt like if Zabdiel wasn't going to kiss you, you would do it instead. After you and boys finished painting they decided to go out with you to show you Miami a bit. "I swear Erick just kept eating the whole day, he hadn't painted anything." Joel complained. "OMG bro stop lying." Erick tells him. "This man is a liaaaar, this man is a liaa a a a r" Richard starts singing. "Madre mia, are you guys this childish every day?" you ask curiously. "What is it supposed to mean?" Chris asks while crossing arms like a kid. "Nada." you say giving up. "Nah, I swear we are normal." Zabdiel says. "Pff, yes especially you." you tell him while looking at the sunset on the beach. Other boys went to grab something to eat while Zabdiel told them he is not hungry and that he will stay with you. As you were enjoying the feeling of walking barefoot on the wet sand you see your ex friend. Well, more like ex friend with benefits. "Y/N?" Marco says. "Is that you?" he says coming close to you. "Um- yeah hi." you tell him smiling awkwardly. Marco was your friend in highschool. You guys would always have such a great time together. He was so sweet to you and whenever someone bothered you he would try to make you forget about it giving you the best pleasure ever. He was simply good in the bed. That lasted until everyone discovered you two were fucking. After they found out, people started teasing him how he couldn't find a better bitch to fuck and then he threw you away like a garbage. "Omg I haven't seen you for ages!" he says. "Who is this?" he asks pointing at Zabdiel. "He is a friend." you tell him. "With benefits? New one? Is he better than me?" Marco kept asking dumb questions which embarassed you so much. You didn't want Zabdiel to think you were just another girl wanting to fuck every second boy.

You were a teenager and at that time, that was the only way for you to escape the reality. "No Marco!" you yell. "That's in the past, I am not a kid anymore and I am not wasting my time on it. I am actually trying to find someone who is worth to love and not just to fuck. I am trying to have a normal life. Maybe you should do it too." you tell him while grabbing Zabdiel's hand and walking away from him. "Yeah good luck with that, hole is hole for every boy no matter how ugly you are." Marco shouts. Zabdiel was going to run after your ex friend but you stopped him. "I am so sorry about that." you tell Zab completely embarassed. "It is fine." he says. "But what's not fine is the way he was talking to you. It is so disgusting. I am literally disgusted with all males." Zabdiel tells you. "Dw about it, I am really used to it." you sigh. "No, damn it, you are the most chill and beautiful girl I have ever seen. And I don't even care what you say but I don't know what is better about you, how hot and beautiful you look or your incredible personality." he tells you speaking so quickly. Zabdiel couldn't handle this all and before you got a chance to answer him he asks "Is he your type?" You look at him confused but answering anyways. "No, honestly I don't know even who is my type. They all end up hurting and breaking me at the end." you say looking at the sea. "I don't want you to think I am girl like that, you know, just looking for someone to have sex with for one night-" "No, Y/N I know you are not." Zabdiel simply says. "I know you are much more than that." "Thank you Zab." you tell him smiling a little. "So let's say, a Puerto rican, 22 years old, fake blondie wanted to be your type, what would you say?" he asks you looking at your hands on your lap. This time, both your mind and heart were telling you that he was the one. The right one. "I love fake blondies." you tell him biting your lip trying not to smile so much. Zabdiel quickly moves his head up to look at you smiling so much. "So this fake blondie wants to ask you if you could give us a try?" he says. You nod at him putting a hand on his cheek slowly stroking it with your thumb. Zabdiel puts his forehead on yours and slowly moves his lips to yours, kissing you softly and passionately. "I will make you happy nena, I promise you." he tells you pulling away and bringing your hand next to his heart. "You have already done it, you have changed my life for such a little time." you tell him smiling for the first time without being afraid that you will end up being hurt. "LENGUA KISS! WE WANT LENGUA KISS!" boys shout while running to hug you both. The moment Zabdiel hears their voices, he knows whats is comping up, so he quickly grabs your hand and make you two run into the water of calm ocean.

He changed your life. He made you feel like a queen. His queen.

Sometimes you need to go through a lot of pain and experience awful things to be happy. "You will be happy" said life "but first I will make you strong."

Thank you for reading!:)

Please message me and tell me what do you think about my first work ever. Ly xx

#cnco #cnco imagine #zabdiel de jesus #zabdiel #zabdaddy #cnco smut #cnco fanfic #cnco fluff #cncoimagine

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noonborykedabory · 3 years

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Zeke’s Pad as Vines

Alvin: (getting in the car) Ike (wearing a Batman mask): Dad. You're alive. Alvin: (sigh) Look at that guy over there laughing at you ---- Rachel: Hey Maxine, you want some? (hands her a can) Maxine: This is empty! (throws it) YEET- ---- Ida: Cinderella, why do you want to go to the ball? Ike (wearing a dress): Cause mother; ball is life (dances) ---- Ike (singing): I haven't showered in two days~ Zeke (singing from the kitchen): And we can very much so tell~ ---- Zeke: You look tired today. Jay: And you look like a burnt piece of toast 24/7, but do I comment? ---- Rachel: Mom, say “who want lasagna?” Ida: Who want lasa-(walks into table and falls) ---- Jay: Hurry up, we’re gonna be late for school! Zeke (wearing sunglasses): Bro, chill, I don’t know why you’re in a big time rush (OH OH OH OH-) ---- Jay: Hey, what’s u- Chester: (growls) Jay: (s c r e e c h) GET YOUR F*CKIN DOG ZEKE Zeke: He doesn’t bite. Jay: YES HE DOES GET YOUR- ---- Ike: Sup, my name’s Ike. Varsity football. Zeke: Ike: Zeke: Okay- Ike: Varsity footBALLLL- ---- Jay: Hear that, I think they’re on a Tinder date. Zeke: Wow. That’s gotta be so awkward. Jay: Right? Thank God we used- Both: Christian Mingle. :) ---- Zeke: Yo, lowkey dude, lowkey...You look cute today. LOWKEY THOUGH, DUDE, LOWKEY- ---- Ike: Challenge time! Ike: Yo Jay, you think I can get this egg into that jar without it cracking? Jay: No. Ike: (throws the egg at Zeke) Jay: (bursts out laughing) Zeke: >:( Ike: Guess you were right. ---- Teacher: Um. Zeke, could you read number twenty-three for the class? Zeke: No I cannot. What up, I’m Zeke, I’m fourteen, and I never f*ckin learned how to read ---- Jay: You either buckle down and do your work or you end up at McDonald’s. Zeke: We’re going to McDonald’s if I don’t do my work? Jay: No- ---- Rachel: IKE! Is that a weed?! Ike: No, this is a crayon- Rachel: I’M CALLING THE POLICE (microwave intensifies) ---- Zeke: My mom says if I don’t get my grades up, she’s not gonna let me get my tetanus shot next year. Jay: That’s weird, what are you gonna do? Zeke: F*ckin study, I guess ---- Jay: (running) Zeke: WHY ARE YOU RUNNING? WHY ARE YOU RUN- ---- Zeke: Hey guys, happy Ike Sucks Thursday Ike: What’s Ike Sucks Thursday? Zeke: Like we would ever tell you, Ike ---- Zeke: Let’s tell each other secrets about ourselves. I’m gonna go first: I hate you. ---- Zeke: Yeah, honestly I really like geys- Jay: (gay heart sings) Zeke: -sers, geysers, they’re one of Earth’s natural beauties. I also really like dudes. Jay: (GAY HEART SCREAMS) ---- Ike (in the woods): It’s a f*ckin bear Bear: (falls in the water) Ike: NOOOOOOOO-oh sh*t, it’s right there ---- Jay: This is so dumb Zeke (piggybacking him): The higher I am, the better I can see Jay: You can-You can draw yourself flying- Zeke: Hush now, Jayden. I am searching ---- Ida (coming home): WHY AREN’T THE DISHES IN ALPHABETICAL ORDER?! Zeke (on the couch): ...What does that even mean? ---- Ike: Who made this chicken? WHO MADE THIS CHICKEN?! Zeke (pointing at Jay): He did Ike: THIS IS THE BEST CHICKEN I’VE EVER HAD! ---- Zeke: So we’re all here, stuck at Mickey D’s, cause of that thundersto- Thunder: (boom) Zeke: AAAAA- ---- Zeke: Me and my omelet (does a perfect flip) :O ---- Zeke: That one friend who’s always cold Jay (under a blanket): I’m cold Zeke: You’re always cold...but I’ll be damned if you’re not my friend ---- Maxine: Hey, what’s your favourite colour? Zeke: Black. Maxine: :) Zeke: (kisses her cheek) Maxine: :O :D ---- Jay (laying in bed): The best part of waking up, is going back to sleep ---- Jay (still laying in bed): So you think that you can dance. That’s wonderful...destroy him-hehe (later) Jay: It has come to my attention that someone in here thinks that they can dance- (later still) Jay: So...you think you can dANCE- ---- Peter: Oh, sorry, I fell asleep while I was waiting on you to make me a sandwich Maxine: Go back to sleep, and starve ---- Dexter (playing piano): First let me hop out the (doot doot) Porsche, I wanted that Zeke: Shut the (doot) uuuup ---- Jay (sliding down the banister) You’re all going to hell~ Goodbye! ---- Jay: I got some chickennnnn (throws it in the pool) (entire Palmer family jumps in the pool) ---- Zeke: Sing, Ariel Rachel: Ah-ah-ahhh, ah-ah-ah-you know how the hell I bling- Zeke: NO-

#zeke's pad #i spent too long on this

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kpopcotton · 4 years

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Simply Soft ~ NCT DREAM

a/n ~ i love them and can’t stop thinking about them, so here’s what activity they enjoy doing with you • Prompt: doing dishes and wanting a cute boy to help me out (spoiler) • Genre: platonic fluff, bullet point scenario, ot7 and nct member!reader • Warning(s): heartache, desire to have a friendship like the dreamies do, one curse word • Reader Gender: gender-neutral

==≎==

Mark

duets? duets.

doesn’t matter when or where, mark wants to hear your voice

either singing or rapping

sometimes acoustic, sometimes with music in the practice room where you can also dance together

basically, mark just wants to spend time with you so he is able to praise you for everything. he knows how quickly you can get self-conscious

very proud of your singing ability and always starts yelling about getting chills when you hit a note just right

loves hyping you up when you get out a good rhyme or when you rap along to his parts in songs

though with such busy schedules, you sing together more often than anything else

you both find a nice corner and he starts strumming the chords of his guitar and boom, magic

there are countless videos of you two singing together to the soft melody of the stringed instrument

one time you invited chenle (he always finds a way to bring it up during vlives) and he played the piano for you guys while you all sang a sweet love song

the amount of clips and memes made from your duets is immeasurable

you find one on your feed at least once a day

sometimes you find cute aesthetic edits of screenshots where mark is giving you heart eyes while you sing, but most of the time they’re short videos of you and mark unintentionally being sexy while dancing or rapping

the captions for those usually rant about you both being rude or disrespectful with the rare “i would let them ruin me”

it always makes you guys feel super flustered in the beginning though you end up laughing it off like school girls and making the hard stan tweets into inside jokes

but all in all, mark just loves giving you the confidence he knows you deserve

“yo! dude, oh-ho shit! that’s my best friend! go best friend!”

==≎==

Renjun

you’d think renjun’s favorite thing to do with you is dance, or sing, maybe even draw

nope

honestly, people think you guys hate each other since you are rarely seen interacting

fans freak out when you give each other even the most simple skinship like a pat on the shoulder or put an arm around each other for a group picture

or when you happen to touch while posing for photoshoots

but what people don’t realize is that you and renjun are roommates at the dorms

neither of you sleeps in your own bed alone, ever

your room stays cold year-round so it’s better to give each other warmth under the safety of each other’s blankets, or at least that’s your agreed upon logic

so skinship is super common between you, though he doesn’t like to be all over you in public or in front of the other members because they love to tease

renjun’s absolute favorite thing, though he’d never admit it, is getting to stay up late with you, watching horror movies and having deep talks about time travel or aliens

he feels the safest when he is in your shared room with you, sitting on whoever’s bed seems the comfiest that day

it makes the stress of idol life melt away because he knows he can talk to you about anything

sometimes (these are your favorite moments) he gets very a little paranoid from a horror movie or is in a cuddly mood because he’s tired, and shyly asks to lay on your chest to listen to your heartbeat while you play with his hair

“can you maybe scratch my scalp?”

==≎==

Jeno

it’s no secret this boy is jacked, ripped, muscular, however you want to say it

so, it’s obvious he likes working out with you, right?

wrong

two words, video games

no matter how busy you two are, you always find time to play at least one round of some sort of video game

waiting for your stylists? just one look and you’re already pulling out your nintendo switch to play a few quick rounds

the winner of rock, paper, scissors gets to pick which game it is

which means you always get the choice and you always pick smash bros

things can get pretty heated between you both as well

you both get very competitive when it comes to gaming together

you never yell at each other, only dance your hearts out when you get annoyed

fans find it funny because they know exactly when jeno lost and exactly when you lost before a stage

though you don’t always get upset

you could never truly get upset with jeno and neither could he with you

he’s your puppy and your his teddy bear

jeno finds the growls you make when you’ve messed up super cute so he starts smiling

you find his samoyed eye crescents when he smiles terribly adorable so you obviously start smiling too

and, you both end up hanging off each other, nuzzling the other’s cheek and giggling like children

then maybe gag a little at each other for being so sweet

“you’re so cute! i can’t stand it!”

==≎==

Haechan

he’s the type to do the most

you know how he acts with taeil and mark? yeah, it’s at least ten times worse with you

lingering touches, flirty comments, pet names

the works

you’ve gotten so used to it that you don’t even react anymore

oh, his arm’s around your waist? when did that get there? you can’t recall

his favorite thing to do is cuddle with you or when he’s feeling extra playful, he’ll wrestle with you

hyuck is almost always laying on you and/or looking at you like you’re the only person in the world though to all the members, you are their world

one vlive, you wanted to be a brat so you started spoiling something that was coming up which caused the guys to start yelling at you to stop

you didn’t

so next thing you knew, haechan was on top of you in two seconds flat, holding you down and covering your mouth

chaos ensued shortly after

you licked his hand and retaliated, leading you two to roll around on the floor while trying to pin the other

jeno was laughing with chenle, who’s joyous dolphin laugh was almost drowned out by the sound of him flailing his arms and legs

jaemin was scolding you both, saying you were being too loud

jisung was trying to save hyuck from your wrath

renjun was staring into the camera like he was on the office while sighing and shaking his head

when you all finally calmed down and started talking about what you were supposed to be, you and haechan were cuddling with him sitting between your legs and your arms around his waist

“yeobo~ your embrace is so warm!~ hold me forever!~”

==≎==

Jaemin

the domestic boyfriend we all know and love

so of course, he loves doing the little things with you

like grocery shopping, or waking up the other members when you all have early schedules to treat them to breakfast

homemade of course

his favorite thing to do with you is experiment with food and watch cooking shows, however, he prefers to watch holiday baking competitions to get ideas for treats to make for the other members

it’s almost always cookies

but if the boys are lucky, you and jaemin hunker down to bake a cake

after you wash your hands, he insists on tying your apron for you like a gentleman, but he expects you do it in return

always grabs your hands when you finish tying and pulls them forward to get you to back hug him

you always comply and bury your face in his neck while mumbling something along the lines of “you’re welcome” to get him to either let go of you or regret having initiated the situation in the first place

contrary to popular belief, you both stay mostly clean throughout the whole process

unless the other members join and help, a.k.a. the cast of chenji’s this or that

jaemin always has to swipe something onto his son’s jisung’s cheek which makes the younger boy protest and fight back

chenle cackles childishly and wants to join, but once you wrap an arm around his shoulders and praise him for being mature, it instantly convinces him otherwise

he likes seeming mature and sophisticated in front of you

you get a rag to clean both of the messy boys up

jisung will protest every time, saying he can do it himself

jaemin gives him THAT look and he quickly lets you clean him up

will move to sit down for you to clean his face, just so he can have you stand between his knees and be in arms’ reach

the younger boys cringe when he gives you his signature fan-sign stare and rests his arms around your hips, asking for a kiss when you finish

will throw a fit if you don't peck his forehead

heart cookies are a must, jaemin will never not make cookies in the shape of hearts for you and the members

not valentine’s day? who cares, the cookies will always be hearts

“it’s how much i love you in the physical form of my sweetness!”

==≎==

Chenle

chenle: my nct bias is taeyong

you: *walks in the room*

chenle: taeyong who? i only know y/n

he’s literally your biggest fan

always finding reasons to call you or hang out with you

it is hard to find him without you or you without him

chenji’s this or that needs a special guest? always you, the managers and staff have no choice

you have a specific concept photoshoot with the older members? chenle is your plus one

again, the staff and managers have no choice

he is always talking about you like you’re some higher being

he loves video chatting you while you both go about your days

he likes being able to look over and see your face or having the subtle background noise of your breathing

will cry when you haven’t talked in five minutes a while

he’s that attached to you

usually, the one to call first, but when you call first he melts into a puddle of pure joy

his favorite thing to do with you: sitting

together obviously

though it doesn’t actually matter because if you aren’t around he’ll just call you to do the same thing

if you have your license, he will always ask if you guys could go for a drive and listen to music

but if you don’t, the couches at the dorm is just a good a place as any

he sits right next to you and usually holds onto your arm while resting his head on your shoulder

becomes so calm in your presence, people wonder if he’s sick or feeling sad

nope, he’s just relaxing with you after an eventful day

when he has to go home, he always whines and pouts. he almost throws a fit sometimes and you have to calm him down by promising to video chat him as soon as he gets home

asks his mom to let him stay the night a lot, though she rarely lets him

sometimes, when he does get to stay, he wedges himself between you and renjun in bed

renjun complains, but you shut him up quick

the bed is already pretty small as is, but you three make it work by snuggling up close to one another

chenle is in heaven because most times, both you and renjun wrap him up in your arms and he’s just sandwiched in a loving cuddle

the sounds of your shallow sleeping breaths give him the best sleep of his life

“never leave my side, y/n. i need you to relax.”

==≎==

Jisung

the sweetest boy for you

and only you

the other members get so petty when they see him trailing after you like a baby duckling after its parent

always commenting on how he can’t stay five feet from you ever

though they’re literally the same way?

you may not treat jisung like your baby, but that doesn’t mean he’s not your baby

always right there when you’re cooking, waiting to be your taste-tester

when he’s feeling upset, you’re the first one he reaches for

always offering to help you when he thinks you need it

even if you don’t need it, he’ll still stand by you and watch you complete the task

that being said, his favorite thing to do with you are chores

your turn for laundry? there he is, struggling to fold the t-shirts

you want to tidy up the bedrooms? has a trash bag ready for you in his hands

his favorite chore is doing the dishes

to him, you make it so much fun

you share an airpod with him and turn on some hyped playlists to dance along to

you wash and he dries

the smile on his face never leaves

will laugh uncontrollably when you start messing around with the bubbles from the soap or sing into a pancake turner

sometimes you pull him away from drying for a quick duet

most of the time it’s you spinning him around and dipping him like they do in the movies

he’s such a graceful and talented dancer, but he becomes a flailing beanstalk blowing in the wind when you dance with him

always trying to get back to the job at hand, but you don’t let him until you’ve had your fill of dancing to the music

when you finish the dishes and put them away, you always give him a high five and a hug to thank him for helping you

you think that’s why he always comes back

“a-are you sure we can dance in the kitchen like this? yah, we might break something!”

#in conclusion #these boys love you to death #also #i love these boys #i want a friendship like them ;-;#nct dream imagines #nct dream x reader #nct dream x male reader #nct dream x you #mark lee x reader #huang renjun x reader #lee jeno x reader #lee donghyuck x reader #na jaemin x reader #zhong chenle x reader #park jisung x reader

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LILY PATTERSON: Where the fuck is Chip Chrome? I noticed you deactivated your Instagram.

JESSE RUTHERFORD: [Laughs] I like that you turned the “who” to “where.”

PATTERSON: Obviously, there’s one glaring reference for an alien rock star alter ego—

RUTHERFORD: Wait, wait, wait, who though?

PATTERSON: … Ziggy Stardust?

RUTHERFORD: I’m just joking.

PATTERSON: [Laughs] Oh my god, I was like, “Did I say that clearly?” But yeah, you’re channeling an icon. Tell me about bringing Chip to life.

RUTHERFORD: I’ve had the idea for Chip for about two and a half years.

PATTERSON: So it’s been baking.

RUTHERFORD: Yeah, I had the name, the whole shit. Obviously, Bowie is a giant reference… Ugh, I hate that word. A giant inspiration. It’s funny; when I was a kid, people would tell me about him, but I wasn’t really interested. I was gravitating toward hip-hop or modern pop. First, I got really into interviews and just watched the man talk. Then the music. I’ve always been an in-between kind of fella. I’m not quite this, I’m not quite that. I’m not super masc, I’m not super feminine … I’m kind of a confused person, to be honest with you. Bowie has helped me route. Like, here you go, this is a blueprint, an architecture. Not to say I sound like him at all.

PATTERSON: You deployed @chipchrome on Instagram, a platform that’s created so much anxiety around being “real,” being consistent, endlessly delivering your personal brand. And now Chip’s off the grid.

RUTHERFORD: I’m trying to figure out myself in all of this. Maybe I’m expected to have already done that, but I haven’t. I feel like I turned into a “thing” on the Internet. When you work on a piece of music for a long time, you post it, and it gets X amount of likes, then you post a picture with your girlfriend and it gets X amount… It’s just a weird, challenging, confusing feeling. I feel like there’s an opportunity to get off the platform, or at least try it this way.

PATTERSON: How many months ago did you debut Chip? August?

RUTHERFORD: Yes. I killed @jesserutherford when I turned 27. Dead at 27.

PATTERSON: A not-so-subtle 27 Club reference.

RUTHERFORD: Exactly. It’s this ridiculous motif. Really, I want to have fun with this stuff, play with it. Like, yo, nobody paints themselves silver, throws on a Spandex suit and a grill. Then, of course, Kanye West comes along…

PATTERSON: [Laughs] Major Basel ‘fit.

RUTHERFORD: Bowie passed and everyone started to think about him again, riff on him. But no one was taking it to the full Ziggy extreme! There’s a Tekashi69 out there but no Ziggy Stardust? C’mon. It feels comfortable for me. I’m having fun.

PATTERSON: Can you describe the physical process to go full Chip? Side note: I saw a picture of that reflective Marine Serre balaclava you scored recently. Insane.

RUTHERFORD: The makeup itself isn’t too long of a process. I’ve always done it myself. Actually, I have a friend of mine who rips at makeup, Sydney, @sydn4sty on Instagram—

PATTERSON: Good friend plug.

RUTHERFORD: She’s bomb. Me and Dev [Devon Carlson, Rutherford’s partner] met her, she was our neighbor at an apartment we lived at a bit ago. She came over, fucked around and helped me with an eye design. For the most part, though, I’ve always done it on my own. We did a tour recently, and I’d usually start an hour before the show, giving myself time to get in the headspace. I could turn into Chip in 25 minutes. It doesn’t take that long.

PATTERSON: What about the suit?

RUTHERFORD: The silver suit is a stupid Spandex suit from the boulevard. I just ended up going into one of those places, figuring out a suit that worked there. Taking measurements and shit, getting the sizing right.

PATTERSON: Love that.

RUTHERFORD: I premiered Chip at a B-level, crusty, Hollywood, kind of spaghetti Western-y place. Which felt right. But as you can see—you referenced the top Dev got for me—there’s so much opportunity for Chip to grow visually. When we [The Neighbourhood] go on tour later this year, I want to develop this. But there’s also something about the campiness, this B-level visual, that I really like. It feels authentic to me.

PATTERSON: All in a time when people are hiring stylists for their hotel-lobby-to-car looks.

RUTHERFORD: [Laughs] Exactly.

PATTERSON: I feel like the DIY, the physical process of putting yourself together imbues a certain energy, a sort of leveling with your audience.

RUTHERFORD: Right. Thanks so much for noticing.

PATTERSON: Is Chip working its way into your solo act? Or do you think you’ll reserve it for The Neighbourhood?

RUTHERFORD: It was gonna be its own thing. I had no intention of bringing Chip into The Neighbourhood. It sounds corny, but the reason I wanted to do Chip for The Neighbourhood is—I don’t know if you’ve heard our song, “Middle of Somewhere.”

PATTERSON: I did. I watched the video.

RUTHERFORD: That song is a special one to me. I wanted to make sure that I could attach something to it that would make people stop, look, and have to listen. We were gonna do a textural video, like B-roll footage, Super 8, nature-y. I wake up in the morning, and I go to the house we’re recording at, in Coldwater Canyon. Before our director Alex got there I was sitting in the house, looking across the canyon over on this hill, and I actually had a vision of the chrome fuckin’ thing on top of the hill. So I showed up the next day in full Chip regalia, and everyone looked at me like, “Oh, no…”

PATTERSON: [Laughs] So that was the first introduction between Chip and The Neighbourhood, when you made it a part of the universe.

RUTHERFORD: It was, yeah. Actually, this producer duo called Take a Daytrip–they did that Sheck Wes song [“Mo Bamba”], “Panini” by Lil Nas X–they’re doing so well. I’ve known them for a long time. They’ve always sent me beat packs and I’ll just go through, pick ten at a time. I thought Chip was going to be leaning more toward my hip-hop shit.

PATTERSON: Yeah, if you’d gone through with Chip as an independent project, how would it sound?

RUTHERFORD: End of 2017, me and my engineer, Danny, were in the studio, going off on Chip. If you ask my friends, they heard about Chip so long ago, they’re like wow, you actually did it! Chip was going to be hip-hop.

PATTERSON: Daytrip almost feels more aligned with this glitchy, chromed-out look than The Neighbourhood. I’m thinking of the “Panini” video, Lil Nas X in the space suit.

RUTHERFORD: Hip-hop music has been my programming. It’s been my love. When I was a kid, hearing Eminem, G-Unit for the first time, I was like… Bro, that is it. I don’t know if you know where I’m from, Newbury Park—

PATTERSON: Ventura County, right?

RUTHERFORD: Yeah, yeah. I was kind of the odd one out, in my neighborhood, my area, obsessed with rap. I decided to stick with the guitar, and I fell in love with it, not having to use so many goddamn words. In fact, I don’t want Chip to talk, because Jesse talks enough. It’s all in the song, that’s where I’m gonna leave it. And “Middle of Somewhere” is a good jumping off point. That’s probably the purest sound you’re gonna hear; it’s just me and a guitar. I’ve been really into Dolly Parton lately—

PATTERSON: She’s having a revival moment with us younger gens!

RUTHERFORD: She’s a great reference for what I’m doing, because Dolly will tell you, “Yeah, I don’t give a fuck if you think I’m fake on the outside, because I am! That’s what I wanna look like. And that’s fine, because I know what’s coming out of me is more real than anything. So I don’t have to worry about that.”

PATTERSON: People are gonna assume they know what Chip’s about; i.e. my questions about the Ziggy comparisons or the visual continuity with Daytrip’s sound. But the far-out visual is paired back to a fairly stripped sound.

RUTHERFORD: Exactly. It’s not what people are expecting. Right now, Chip’s dedicated to The Neighbourhood. The project is gonna be called—there might be a change—but right now it’s called Chip Chrome and the Monotones. The boys, the way we all look together… They’re shadows, they’re silhouettes.

PATTERSON: They’ve got the reflective two-piece suits, right?

RUTHERFORD: For the most part, I’m the only one who has to say something to express what we collectively feel. So if I say something they’re not into, they tell me. I mean, there’s two thousand songs the world won’t hear because we all didn’t agree. It’s working, though. When I first showed up as Chip, everyone was like “what the fuck are you doing?” Now that we’ve worked on the context, everyone’s down.

PATTERSON: Final question, easily the lamest. Will Jesse/Chip find their way back to Instagram?

RUTHERFORD: I guess I’ll say I don’t know. I’m only a couple weeks off.

PATTERSON: How’s it feeling?

RUTHERFORD: I mean, you know… I’m going through it a bit.

PATTERSON: It’s a hell of a drug. You ingest it, but it can also completely consume you.

RUTHERFORD: Comparing myself to everything, everyone, everybody I love… You can’t look at humans like that. I don’t want to think about what everyone else is doing. I feel my creativity pumping back up again. I mean, I have the queen of social media sleeping in the bed next to me. And it’s the coolest thing ever, the way Devon does it? That’s the way you gotta do it. Not work for it, but make it work for you. And that’s cool, that’s her thing, it doesn’t have to be my thing. Luckily, if I do want to come back…

PATTERSON: It’s all gonna be there.

RUTHERFORD: The weirdest twist to it all—which I love, which is wonderful—is that I get off of it, and a week later I get an email that Lily from Interview fuckin’ Magazine… I mean, it’s Interview Magazine! If that isn’t a sign to pay attention, then I’m an asshole and I need to recalibrate my vision.

#the nbhd #the neighbourhood #jesse rutherford #Interview Magazine #interview #chip chrome #chipchrome

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the boy next door » zhong chenle

GENRE | neighbor!au + fluff

SUMMARY | he’s team captain and you’re on the bleachers. you watched as the perfect boy run around wishing he was yours and little did you know he was hoping for the same thing.

A/N | bro jock!chenle,,, i’m gone + this sounds like a cheesy netflix movie and i’m here for it and yes its inspired by taylor swift what about it ++ happy late birthday my dude

zhong chenle, the boy next door.

it’s hard to hate him. i mean, why would you hate on someone who was literally sent by the heavens?

your story starts with moving into the new neighborhood. you remember it like it was just yesterday. you held your stuff that was kept in a box and stared at the tall doors in front of you. “cheers to new beginnings” you whispered to yourself.

a boy suddenly appears within your vision. you jumped, almost dropping your box but thanks to the boy’s fast reflex, he caught the box in time. but also brushing your hands by accident. “oh! sorry about that” the boy apologises, a nervous grin plastered on his face. you let out a cheery laugh, making the boy’s ears perk up. “it’s fine, no biggie” you smiled.

the boy smiles back and holds out his hand for you to shake. “i’m guessing you’re new. i’m chenle by the way” you looked at his hand then back to him again for a bit. it took a moment for chenle to realize that you were still holding the box. “jesus christ” he reacts, taking the box away from your hands. “thank you” you laughed, “i’m y/n.”

due to chenle’s friendly personality, it didn’t take a while for the two of you to become friends. here he was in your room, helping you with your stuff.

“so where does this go?” chenle asks, picking up a box filled with funko pops. “over there beside my vanity” you point towards an empty shelf. chenle scoots over to the shelf and opens the box. he let out a small gasp. you turned your attention to him, “what?” you ask.

“you have such a collection” he says in awe, taking a funko pop out of the box. you felt your cheeks redden. “uh yeah, it’s a hobby of mine to collect, what about you? what’s your collection?” you ask. chenle grins, “i collect basketball shoes. you should see them sometime” he says smugly. “will do” you giggled.

—

“is that all of them?” chenle looks down at you, wiping the sweat on his forehead. “yep, that’s all of them!” you clapped your hands excitedly. “my room is finally finished!” you squealed, satisfied with the outcome of everything. this was your ultimate dream room. “heck yeah!” you turn to chenle and gave him a high five.

“oh shit i forgot but mom told me to tell you that you and your family are invited tonight” he tells you casually, holding the door knob on the front door. “what for?” you ask. chenle rolls his eyes playfully, “well duh? to meet the new neighbors aka you” he ruffles your hair. “hey!” you slapped his hand away. “i’ll get going now since it’s time to play some hoops. i’ll see you later okay?” he opens the door and jogs out, waving at you.

“see you” you smiled to yourself, watching chenle run back to his house. ‘i think i’m gonna like it here’ you thought to yourself after spending the whole afternoon decorating your room with chenle.

you and your family reached the zhong household. his mom opened the door and welcomed you with open arms. “welcome to the neighborhood” she envelops you into a warm hug and leads you guys to the dining area where his dad was waiting in.

“so you must be mr. and mrs. (l/n)!” chenle’s dad shakes your parents’ hands. “and you must be their daughter, y/n.. am i right?” his dad laughs, also shaking your hand. you nod and got into your seat after your parents. “my son helped you move in your things right? he’s such a helpful kid.” his dad continues, smiling at the thought of his son helping around.

“yep. he stayed for the entire afternoon to help me move my stuff in” you smiled. as on cue, chenle walks in all sweaty in his basketball jersey. “oh hey you made it!” he grins, bouncing the ball around the kitchen floor. “chenle! what did i say about playing inside!” his mom shrieks, shooing him away after giving her a kiss on the cheek. “and go take a shower! don’t you see we have guests over?” his mom continues to scold him.

chenle laughs and complies anyway. “sorry about that. he’s so playful” his mother laughs, places down the main dish for tonight. chenle walks in a little later, fresh showered with some sweats on. he sits next to you and starts a conversation.

“it’s gonna get boring in here in a few since mom and dad are gonna tell the history of this neighborhood or something so it’s better if we head upstairs or to the theater room” chenle whispers to you. your eyes widened at the part he says ‘theater room’

did i mention the moment you walked in his house it was twice as large as your house next door?

his mom announces that it was time to eat and a little after that, the adults started to have a conversation on their own. “told ya. let’s head upstairs” chenle whispers again. chenle stands up from his seat and excuses himself. “y/n and i are gonna head upstairs” he tells no one in particular. he grabs your hand and drags you up the stairs.

you two stop at a door with a popcorn sticker on it. “what movie do you wanna see?” he turns his attention to you. “anything” you reply. “let’s watch ‘we’re the millers’” he opens the door and inside was a giant tv screen with multiple comfy sofas.

“jesus christ dude” you react in awe. chenle smirks at your reaction. “now you can come over whenever you’d like!” he tells you excitedly. you sat in the middle row, having the seat all to yourself as chenle plops down on the bean bags right in front of the tv.

chenle grabs the remote and opens netflix. you winced at the bright screen and adjusted your eyes to it. chenle finally found the movie and played it.

—

you felt your eyes go heavy the more you watch the movie due to the cold atmosphere their ac provided and of course the ever so comfortable sofa you were lying on. you decided it would be nice to rest your eyes for a bit and with that, you fell into deep slumber. the last thing you remember was feeling someone drape a throw blanket on top of you before you were knocked out.

chenle woke you up a little later telling you that your parents left. you sat up in the couch, mind still a little hazy after that good nap you just had. remembering you weren’t in your own house, you quickly finger combed your hair and wiped any possible drool you had. chenle laughs at your reaction, muttering “cute” before accompanying you back to your house.

“you didn’t watch the movie” chenle pouts, walking you to your house. “i already watched it a million times” you laughed. “i’m guessing you won’t be sleeping anytime soon since you just took a nap” he nudges you on the shoulder. “i guess you’re right” you grin. chenle whips out his phone and hands it to you. “give me your number we’ll be late night text buddies”

you typed in your number and you asked him to do the same thing. you two finally reached your house. “i’ll see you in school?” chenle hopes. you nod. “goodnight chenle” you smile at him before entering inside your house. “goodnight y/n! see you tomorrow” he chirps, walking back to his place.

first day of school doesn’t sound that bad anymore

you made sure to wake up extra early for your first day in school. you prepared all your stuff the night before due to you taking a nap hours before. here you were sipping on your first cup of iced coffee for the day and going to your new school.

you entered the school and felt eyes were on you. you were the new kid on the block after all. you got your schedule and your locker number. you managed to find your locker earlier than expected and placed your the books you didn’t need inside.

when you closed the door, you see chenle leaning on the lockers making you jump. “jesus christ chenle” you put a hand on your chest. “hi” he greets. you looked at the people passing by the hallway and they seem to be staring at you and chenle. you looked at chenle’s outfit and noticed he was wearing a varsity jacket.

“like what you see?” chenle laughs, striking a pose. you pushed his shoulder lightly. “i was observing what you are.. and based on my observations you’re a jock” you laugh. chenle shrugs, “i guess? let me give you a tour around school” chenle grabs your hand and drags you else where.

—

thankfully you have all your classes with chenle and despite being late in class on the first day of school, your teachers gave you a pass today but for chenle’s case, apparently it was his last and final warning. now the two of you were heading to the cafeteria.

“i swear that teacher just hates me” chenle dramatically sighs, almost pulling a troy bolton in the middle of the hallway. “well maybe you’re just a slowpoke” you joked. chenle sent a death glare towards your direction. you held up your hands in defense. “chill”

chenle then leads you towards a specific table where you see around 5 boys were sitting in. “yo chenle!” one boy calls. “WHO IS THAT WITH HIM” another yells. “jesus christ hyuck. tone it down a bit” another butts in, smacking the boy who yelled earlier.

“don’t mind them, it’s normal for them to hit each other” chenle whispers as you two approach the table. “hey guys” chenle greets, giving the 5 boys a bro hug. “this my new friend AND neighbor, y/n” chenle introduces to you to the 5 boys. “hi” “hello” they chorused.

you memorized the guys’ names and sat in between chenle, jaemin and hyuck while jisung, renjun and jeno sat in front of you. “so y/n” renjun opens a conversation. “how was your first day so far?” he asked. you looked at chenle who was looking right back at you before answering. “well, chenle showed me around and got us late but since i was new, the teachers let me off the hook but sadly for our chenle, he was given his last warning” you explained.

the boys burst out laughing and started teasing chenle. “you guys shut up!” chenle whines making the boys tease him even more.

within one month, you managed to fit in and made a new circle of friends which consisted of renjun, jeno, haechan, jaemin, chenle and jisung. they enjoyed your company as much as you enjoyed theirs. everything was great and was falling into place.

you also learned that chenle was in fact the team captain of the school’s basketball team. you’ve been to his games and even practices during weekends. making people speculate that you two were a couple.

“are you sure you and chenle aren’t dating?” jisung asked for the nth time tonight. “again jisung, no we’re not” you affirmed, hugging your body from the cold breeze “yeah right, you’re even wearing his hoodie that he wore earlier today just before the game started” jisung murmurs. “jisung i will smack you” you threatened. jisung raises his hands up in defense, “oh i’m so scared” he mocks.

“hello children” jaemin and jeno slides in beside the two of you. “what are you two doing?” jeno chuckles, looking at your angry face. “he said that i’m dating chenle when i’m not!” you pointed fingers at jisung. “you’re not dating him?” they exclaim in unison. you groaned, putting on the hood from chenle’s hoodie and pulling the strings to hide your face.

—

your school’s team won thanks to chenle and everyone decided to go celebrate at his house since his parents were out of town. chenle rode with his team while the rest of you packed into jaemin’s convertible and sped off back to his place.

by the time you reached his house, it was already filled with students. you all walked inside to see people drinking and chenle was no where to be seen. “okay so, for jisung and y/n, no drinking” renjun announces. “i wasn’t planning to anyway” you muttered, jisung shrugs and doesn’t say anything else. “also jeno you’re on driver duty” renjun adds. jeno whines but nods anyway.

chenle suddenly appeared out of no where by surprising you from behind. “boo!” he grabs your waist making you scream. you latched onto jisung out of embarrassment when you realized it was just chenle. “scaredy cat” chenle teases you. you rolled your eyes at him and poked your tongue out.

“congrats my dude” haechan comes forward and gives him a hug. “stephen curry is shaking in his boots” haechan exclaimed making everyone laugh as per usual. “well anyway, thank you guys for coming” chenle expresses his gratitude. “no, thank YOU for winning the game” jaemin slaps him on the back and makes kissy faces in front of chenle, making him cringe. “ew hyung”

hours later, everyone in the group slowly bounced. jisung went home early since he was bored and chenle was busy talking to other people leaving you alone since jeno, jaemin, renjun and hyuck were all drinking.

you sat by the pool area they had. since there was almost no people here which you were thankful for. it was hella noisy inside that you couldn’t even hear your own voice. you stared at your reflection on the pool and just started daydreaming.

—

chenle was entertaining almost everyone in his house. each person congratulating him for his winning shot but something still feels empty within him. he suddenly remembered that he hasn’t talked to you all night and suddenly feels guilty about it.

he looked around his enormous house to look for you but nothing. he can’t call jisung since he knows he left earlier cause he was bored. he can’t even ask his four hyungs since they were all drinking downstairs. feeling defeated, chenle walks back to the kitchen to grab himself some punch where he was approached by minhee.

chenle was minhee’s long time crush. she liked him since third grade and the fact that their families were already close friends to begin with, it was hard to avoid her. it was obvious that minhee likes chenle but chenle just likes to pretend he never knew about her crush on him.

“hey lele” minhee smiles widely at chenle. chenle stands awkwardly while pouring himself some punch. “hey min” he greets casually. “congrats on the game by the way, i was watching the entire time” minhee starts a conversation. chenle nods slowly, looking at the window, wondering where you were. “so i was thinking if you could accompany me to the movies tomorrow? to watch the latest movie out”

chenle cringes knowing it was her way to ask him out. “oh, i’m sorry min but i have things to do tomorrow” chenle declines as nice as possible without hurting her feelings. minhee, feeling dejected smiles sadly. “oh.. okay”

chenle suddenly sees the back of your head by the pool, instantly he felt relieved seeing you still around. “i’ll get going now minhee. see you around” chenle waves goodbye to his friend before making his way to the pool.

—

you felt presence behind you. you turned around and see it was chenle. “what are doing out here alone hmm?” he smiles down at you, before sitting right next to you. “it’s quiet here, it’s peaceful” you reply, smiling to yourself. chenle hums, “well, i was looking for you” your heart skipped a beat when you heard him say that. “well, you found me”

after talking to chenle for awhile, you started feeling sleepy, you rested your head on his shoulder making him freeze. “congrats by the way” you murmured. chenle didn’t say anything but he rested his head on top of yours.

“let’s get you home okay?” chenle mumbled, pulling you up with him. “okay” you giggled. chenle leads you out of his backyard and walks you home again.

after that night, you and chenle were closer than ever.

you started going to school with chenle. his parents finally allowed him to use the car and now chenle picks you up and drops you off everyday.

“did anyone drop you off last saturday night?” jaemin, being the mother figure he is, was concerned for your well being. “yeah. chenle walked me home” you inform him. everyone in the table stopped eating and eyed you and chenle suspiciously. “what” chenle blurts.

before anyone could react, minhee suddenly sat beside chenle. “hey” she greets everyone. everyone’s attention turned to minhee at that very moment. “uh hello?” renjun eyes her down. “what are you doing here?” jisung asked. minhee looked at him like he was crazy. “can i not sit here?” she claimed.

“we’re not even your friends” hyuck murmured, loud enough for you to hear making you burst out laughing. “what’s so funny?” minhee looked at you and hyuck specifically. “nothing” you say quickly, making her raise her brow at you.

“oh i haven’t met you yet, who are you?” she asked yet again. ‘does this girl even stop asking?’ you thought to yourself, blowing a strand of hair away from your face. “i think you haven’t. i’m y/n” you introduced yourself. “oh, i’m minhee if you didn’t know.” she holds her hand out for you to shake which you blatantly ignored.

“i’m chenle’s girlfriend by the way” she suddenly claims making everyone in the table stop what they were doing. your heart sank to your stomach and without a second thought, you stood up and walked away with jisung following close behind.

chenle spat out his drink alongside everyone else in the table. “what the fuck did you just say.” hyuck screams before erupting into laughter. “minhee, what the hell i don’t even like you” chenle stands up. at this point by standers were watching the entire thing go down. minhee also stands up and tried to hold chenle’s arm but he just swatted her away.

“you fucked up big time, minhee. let’s just get this straight. i don’t fucking like you” chenle defends himself. it was hard not to hurt minhee’s feelings but he needed to set things straight with his childhood friend. minhee scoffs and runs away in embarrassment.

chenle sits back down and releases the air he’s been holding in. “wait.. where’s y/n and jisung?” chenle notices two empty spots around him. jeno points towards the open cafeteria door. “fuck” chenle mutters before running after the two of you.

—

“i don’t like him.. i really don’t..” you paced around the hallway while jisung was watching you like a madman. “but why am i so hurt at the fact he has a girlfriend” you rambled on. you turned to jisung and shook his shoulders. “tell me, this is normal right? i just care for him hehe” you tried to convince yourself you didn’t like chenle.

“listen, it’s so painfully obvious how much you two like each other. with the whole neighbor scenario too like you fall in love with your cute next door neighbor. i used to read that back in the day but i didn’t expect for it to happen to my own friends. so just do us all a favor and confess your feelings to him” jisung advised, rubbing your shoulder in a friendly manner.

you pushed his hand away and buried your head to his chest. “but- do i like him or do i like like him.. this is hard” you whined. “he has a girlfriend too”

“she’s not my girlfriend” chenle butts in your conversation. you snap your head towards his direction. “told you” jisung huffs. you shushed jisung and didn’t dare to make eye contact with chenle. “okay that’s good to know” you laughed nervously as you hear chenle’s footsteps get closer.

chenle moves you away from jisung and gives you a hug. “just for the record, i like like you too” he whispers into your hair making your face red as a tomato.

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adolanables · 4 years

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Flame - Part 12

Masterlist

It was barely past 9 o’clock and you were completely off your ass drunk. Clay had taken you and his friends to the opening of a bourbon bar downtown. Being the quarterback of the college football team meant he got invited to nearly everything, so when he asked if he could bring a few friends, they immediately said yes. Your poor little body was so used to drinking the cheapest liquor on the market, it didn’t know what to do when you were sipping on a $80 bourbon on the rocks. Maybe four glasses in and you were nearly falling off your bar stool.

Clay had gotten distracted by the beautiful bartender and honestly you were grateful. You had called him to be a distraction, but when he picked you up you realized you didn’t want a distraction - you wanted Grayson. So, the moment you got into the bar, you downed your drinks - knowing you’d be heading to meet Bridget and Kyle soon.

“Yo, Dolan - you gotta see this.” Ethan’s conversation with a nameless girl ended abruptly as an older fraternity member named Justin tapped him on the shoulder. He had an amused glint in his eye letting Ethan know there surely was something funny going on.

When he pushed his way through the crowded living room, the last thing he expected to see was you standing on the pool table downing a bottle of vodka you surely did not bring. Justin stood next to Ethan, completely unaware of who this girl was to him. He tapped the younger boy on the shoulder again, “How much you wanna bet we can get her to show her tits?”

“Bro.” Ethan snarled, smacking his friend in the chest aggressively. “Not cool, dude - she’s clearly out of it.” He glanced around the room in a panic, when his eyes connected to Bridget’s he felt a sense of relief was over him. Two steps towards her and she was tugging on his arm rapidly.

“Ethan, get her down!” Bridget wailed, clearly very intoxicated herself. Ethan groaned internally, realizing she wouldn’t be much of a help.

“She hates me, Bridget!” Ethan groaned, glancing up at you stumble on the table and giggle. Completely unaware of anyone around you. “She’s gonna fall.”

“G-et her!” Bridget hiccuped, punching Ethan in the shoulder again.

Rolling his eyes, Ethan reached towards your legs on the pool table, eliciting a yelp from your mouth. As you realized who was pulling you off the table you flailed your arms, trying everything you could to get away from him. “Let - me - down!”

As he steadied you on your feet, he let out a breath through his nostrils. He couldn’t understand how you could be nearly blacked out and still look like that. Clearly a sweaty, drunk mess, but god he wished he had made you his when he had the chance. “Logan you need to go home.”

“Don’t tell me wh-at - to do!” The fire in your voice made the entire room go silent, Ethan was hyper aware of everyone listening, but you certainly weren’t. “Go fuck your self!”

“Shit.” Justin breathed, honestly getting a little turned on at how pissed off you were. He went to take a step towards you, but Ethan held up his hand to stop him.

“Logan, please.” Hands held up in defense, Ethan begged you to be quiet. “Can we go outside?”

As badly as you wanted to say no, Bridget’s bright red face popped up behind Ethan - letting you know she was painfully embarrassed by you. A pang of guilt ran through you as you glanced around the room and saw literally every single person staring at you. Connecting your eyes back to Ethan’s, you nodded quickly, gripping his arm tightly as he pulled you outside. Never in a million years would you be clinging onto him like this, but it felt like your ankles were turning into jello and you were absolutely going to fall over without someone supporting you.

“I’m getting you a ride.” Ethan huffed, wrapping an arm around your waist as you collapsed into him - all the alcohol you had just chugged hitting you extra hard.

“No, no.” Pointing a finger his face. “Uber driver gonna kidnap me.”

Ethan shook his head at you as you rested your head on his upper arm, a small hum of an unknown song leaving your mouth. “Hey - yeah - uh… we’ve got a problem.” Ethan waited for his younger brother to respond, he was still trying to wake up as it was nearing midnight. “She’s falling over herself drunk - please? I cannot drive right now and I don’t feel comfortable putting her in an uber.”

“Eeeethan,” You pouted, stomping your feet. “I don’t wanna stand.”

“I’m literally holding you up.” He huffed, adjusting you further so most of your weight was on his side.

Seeing him and Grayson’s shared car pull up slowly was probably the best thing he had seen all week. Sure, he’d give anything to have you - but not like this. Grayson didn’t get out of the car, knowing Ethan was very capable of getting you into the front seat. To his surprise, it took Ethan quite a lot of effort to get your flailing limbs secured into the seat.

“I said - I don’t wanna!” You huffed, folding your arms as the older twin buckled you in. “He hates me, Efan!”

“Thanks, Gray.” He sighed, turning away to head back into the house.

You watched him walk away before feeling the vehicle beneath you start to move. Whipping your head around to look at the side of Grayson’s face made your stomach churn and you weren’t sure if it was the liquor or him.

He caught your eye out of the corner of his and let out a puff of air through his teeth. “Please don’t throw up.”

“Not gonna.” You shook your head, shutting your eyes tightly. “Just cry.”

“Log-” Grayson could barely get a word out before you started wailing, full-on, newborn sounding, wailing. Even drunk you knew how embarrassing this was, which only made you cry more. “Hey… hey please.” His voice was just barely above a whisper as he pulled into the parking lot, not sure how to help you.

“I love you.” You whimpered, shoving your face in your hands to surely smear your mascara all over your face. Making Grayson freeze in his movement - you had never said that to him before and hearing it while you were sobbing and drunk made him feel a million different ways. When he didn’t respond you felt like you were actually going to throw up so you shoved the door open and took off towards your dorm.

Expectedly, you didn’t make it very far. As soon as you stepped up onto the sidewalk, your ankle gave out, your knees connected with the concrete and so did the side of your face.

“Logan!” Grayson gasped, shutting the car door and jogging after you. The only thought going through his head was how much of a handful you were, but he couldn’t lie and say he didn’t love it. “Shit, you’re bleeding.”

“Ouch.” Rolling over onto your back on the cool pavement would usually have been the most shocking thing about this moment, but the large scrapes on your knees and the pavement burn on your forehead seemed to be taking the cake. “Fuck.”

“Baby…” Grayson’s facade of being hateful towards you faded for just a moment as he pulled you up into his arms. “It’s okay… it’s okay.” His lips pressed into your hair, legs carrying you all the way back to his room.

“She’s gonna be the death of me, E.” Grayson’s voice was barely a whisper, but you still heard him - the sunlight peeking through the windows had stirred you, but your eyes remained shut. “I can’t get enough - I know she hurt me and that she’s a lot to handle… but I can’t imagine wanting anything else.”

“She is quite a handful.” Ethan chuckled, running a hand through his hair as he glanced over at your sleeping body in Grayson’s bed. “I don’t know man… I think it’s just a shitty situation - I know she never would’ve slept with me if she’d known how you felt.” The older brother sighed as Grayson started fumbling around in his drawers for clean clothes. “She didn’t want to tell you and hurt you… but I don’t think she’d ever do something like that again. It’s pretty obvious how much she cares about you.” As much as Ethan hated the idea of not being able to have you, it was getting pretty hard pretending Grayson didn’t deserve you.

“I know.” Letting out a puff of air as he slipped a hoodie over his head, Grayson nodded.

A few minutes later, you heard Grayson say goodbye to Ethan who was going to grab breakfast with Crystal. Letting out a soft squeak and a yawn, you rolled over, immediately making eye contact with Grayson as he stood a few feet away from the bed.

“Good morning.” He smirked, gently setting an unopened water bottle down by your head. When you winced at the sound of his voice he rolled his eyes. “I can’t even imagine how hungover you are, so there’s advil on the night stand as well.”

“Very.” Your voice was hoarse and crackly as you reached for the small pills and chugged the water. “I’m so… so sorry about how I behaved last night.”

“You remember it?” Whipping his head around to look at you with wide eyes, Grayson was sure that you were blacked out.

“Bits and pieces.” After setting the nearly empty bottle down, you forced yourself to sit up. “I remember busting my face on the concrete… probably why I have this piece of napkin taped to my face.” You could feel the homemade bandage tugging at your hair where the tape had been misplaced - there were two more on your knees.

“Yep. That one on your face is pretty bad… hopefully it doesn’t scar.” He teetered back and forth on his socked feet, feeling suddenly extremely awkward once again. “Do you remember sayi-”

Before he finished you interrupted him, closing your eyes in embarrassment. “Yes, I remember - and yes, I mean it.”

Grayson took in a quick breath of air at the realization that you weren’t just drunk talking. How on earth could someone like you love someone like him? Even after everything that had happened over the past few months, he couldn’t understand how he possibly got you of all people. “Seriously?”

The amazed look on his face made you giggle. He was so cute, so kind, and yet somehow seemed to come off as an awkward teenager and a man at the same time. Honestly, the first time you’d met him, you’d written him off as a nerdy boy with no potential. The longer you got to know him, you realized his intelligence and apathy towards outward appearances didn’t make him weird. Actually, you liked it. He was such a sharp contrast to everything about you that the two of you thrived off of eachother. You brought him out of his shell and he helped you reconsider decisions that could end badly for you. It was a perfect balance of danger and safety.

“Yes, seriously - I would ask you to kiss me right now if my breath didn’t smell like whiskey and dead animals.” Rolling your eyes and shoving yourself out of bed, you managed to trap him in a hug. The strong expanse of his chest welcomed your head easily, arms wrapping around you tightly and a big smile creeping across his face.

“Go back to your room and shower, yea?” Leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead, he pulled away from you. “I think we have a lot of lost time to make up for.”

Ten hours and two separate showers later, Grayson was knocking on your door with his backpack on his shoulders and damp hair resting on his forehead. As you opened the door, freshly clad in a pair of black leggings and a white sweatshirts, Grayson let out a breath of air. Seeing you with no anger in him felt good and different. It was almost like he was seeing you for the first time all over again. Your olive skin was brought out by the white of the fabric, straightened black hair trailed down your back easily. He almost didn’t notice the bright red rash on your forehead.

“You packed a bag yet?” He raised an eyebrow at you, propping himself up in the doorway as you slipped on a pair of vans. Bridget had been MIA all day - probably cooped up at Kyle’s since his roommate had already gone home for winter break.

“Sure did.” The black duffel you threw over your shoulder was relatively empty, the only thing in it was a pair of pajamas and a change of clothes. The toothbrush, face wash, and shampoo were the only thing adding weight.

His hand easily slid into yours as the two of you walked down the hallway, the feeling of his soft hand in yours send chills down your spine. Grayson had taken the time to get the two of you a hotel room downtown - he wanted to spend a night with you alone and in a normal sized bed. He had booked a room at the nicest hotel, ordered room service to show up right as the two of you arrived, and couldn’t wait to get his hands on you.

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nachohypno · 4 years

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Pine’s College Jocks 2 Ch. 5 - Just watch and be nice

Something was… off.

I was standing on the living room, like any other day.

But, I couldn’t move my body, only my head.

I looked around after I noticed that little handicap. I could hear some voices to my right, so I just looked that way and noticed an awful sighting.

Three persons were in the room with me, a few meters away.

Leo was standing there, meanwhile Gary and Mike were on their knees in front of him. Gary was smiling with a bit of drool coming out of his mouth, his eyes glassy as he drawled loyalty and devotion to Leo.

Mike was shaking. Like he didn’t want that to happen to him. I wanted to move, but I couldn’t. I wondered what was going on, until I noticed Mike closing his eyes.

A tear dropped from one of his eyes as he whispered my name. A few seconds later, a smile crosses his face as his glassy eyes looked up at his new master, swearing his devotion and love to him.

I felt a weird pain on my chest. I was hurt, I could feel my heart breaking at the sight of my best friend and boyfriend abandoning me after being mind-controlled by another guy.

A few seconds later, I opened my eyes.

I was on my bed, as Mikey hugged me. I noticed my face was wet and my eyes were teary. Fuck, it was just a nightmare.

I grabbed my phone to check the time. 3 am.

Just a stupid nightmare, I guess.

“Pine…” Mike mumbled, as I noticed that my phone had the brightness maxed, and it shined on his face. “…Is everythin’ a’ight?”. His sleepy voice suggested that I woke him up by accident.

“It’s nothing, just a weird dream” I told him, before placing the phone back at the night table and laying back down, as Mikey hugged me again. “Mike?”

“Hmm?”

“I love you” I said, before closing my eyes.

The guy leaned in to kiss me, before answering “I love you too, bro… let’s get some sleep…”

I dozed off, trying to take the nightmare out of my mind.

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Next morning, I didn’t want to get up. I was tempted to stay in bed the whole day, just being hugged by Mike and not thinking about anything.

He seemed to have the same idea as I did, because he hugged me tighter and showered my face with kisses.

“Morning bro” he mumbled, in between kisses. I smiled, until I felt him pulling away and getting up. I opened my eyes and looked at him go, feeling a bit betrayed.

“Good morning” I mumbled, as he smiled at me before walking out of the room in his undies.

A week passed since the Luke incident, since I paused completely the sports club plan. I spoke to Leo a few times, but told him to give me some space to think about stuff. He understood it, and told me to call him if I needed anything.

I reluctantly got up too, and tidied my pajama a bit, before following Mike. “Hey bro!” He loudly asked from the kitchen as I walked in the living room. “Did you wake up last night or I dreamed it? I can’t remember if it actually happened!”

I rubbed my head a bit, before walking into the kitchen “You don’t need to scream…” I yawned “…Yeah, had a nightmare and woke up. It was pretty intense, but nothing important”

But he seemed to wake up a bit goofy today. That, or he wanted to cheer me up. “Awww, really bro?” He left the mug he had on his hand and walked up to me, pressing my cheeks with his hands like an old grandma. “Are ywou wonna cwy?” And now he tried to imitate a little baby to mock me.

Before I could complain, he leaned in and kissed me, when the coffee machine made its usual ‘beep’ sounds, stating it was ready.

“Jerk” I told him, after he let go of me. I was pretty much used to his prankster side, had to live with it for half of my life and it was one of my favorite things about Mikey.

The guy would try really hard to make you laugh if he saw you sad (Unless he outs you at school, that is. His prankster side gets muffled by the ‘Don’t get anywhere near me’ instinct)

He turned to me as he kept walking backwards “I love you too”, finishing the statement with a wink and a smile, before turning around again to finish with the breakfast preparations. “Any plans for today? I thought about inviting a few bros over for the day. So awesome to have a few days without classes to rest, bro!”

I walked up to him and rested my back against the wall. Still thinking about the nightmare, I decided what to do “I thought about inviting Leo with me to catch the next coach. Probably one of the guys at campus, to avoid dragging random people into my mess. Hoping it actually works out this time and it’s not one of my dumb ideas”

Mike looked at me, frowning. “Hey, don’t talk about yourself like that. You’re brilliant, bro. One of the smartest guys I know, just as smart as Neil!” Neil was this guy he met during freshman year. Apparently, the football team used to have a system with the nerdy guys.

They did their essays in exchange for arranging dates with some hot girls. It was quickly dropped after my takeover of the team, of course. The team now help the guys without expecting anything in exchange.

Mike took the time to get to know his “designated nerd”, and they became nice friends afterwards.

“But seriously now, you’ve been doing a lot of great stuff with your powers, and that’s no dumb shit bro. Give yourself some credit or I’ll make you” He tried to sound menacing, holding his fist up, but his angry face quickly turned into a smile, then a laugh. “Sorry, can’t be angry at you. But you get my point, right?”

I nodded, a bit nervous about his sudden need to defend me from myself. It was weird. “S-sure, I do”

He smiled at me, and leaned in to kiss my cheek “Perfect, babe. Now, want some coffee and bacon?”

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I waited at the campus entrance, I had an idea for the next coach, to focus on local people rather than going around the city and potentially fucking an innocent person’s life, as you do.

I couldn’t take the nightmare off my mind, but that was probably a product of my nervousness.

I grew to see Leo as a threat to myself, and my friends. But that’s not what I wanted at all, a war between mind controllers is the last thing I would want, and I had a feeling that Leo wouldn’t like that either.

So far, he had this… childish man attitude that resulted annoying and in the same time, mildly dangerous.

I mean, first, he erased the coach’s personality when I wanted to… ‘ask’ him to work for me in the sports club. Second, he somehow crossed paths with Luke and made him want to suck me off ‘to compensate for all the wrong he did to me’, having him break into my house during the process.

Both of those times I’ve been able to fix things as best as I could, but I preferred not to see things getting out of control.

My objective of today was the rugby coach, and my chosen partner was the friendly Sigma Nu frat president. He was the rugby team’s captain, and I felt more at ease having him around for this day.

And for Leo, I invited him over to see how I work, maybe he could take notes and would understand a bit more what our differences are?

I shook my head for the fifth time as the nightmare replayed on my mind. I hated it, but it wasn’t Leo’s fault. Just my mind playing tricks on me, huh.

“Yo!” I heard a familiar voice say. I noticed Leo just got off his car and walked towards me. “So nice to hear from you, never answered if you liked my present”

“I’m… I don’t have the energy to reprimand you for that,” His face turned into a slight frown, but can you blame me?! “But I’d like to pretend that the Luke incident never happened, and spend another day with you”

“Yas!” He said, throwing a punch to the air. Huh, he seemed really happy today. I noticed he wasn’t wearing his usual preppy clothes, but rather some jock-ish clothes. He had a fitted purple tee and some black leggings with white streaks at the side.

He looked like ready to hit the gym, so I guess I just interrupted his workout session and he thought I was more important than working out.

…I blushed at the thought, and I felt embarrassed for being so idiot to not ask him what was he doing before asking him to go with me.

But again, it was difficult to be kind with the guy when I had a nightmare involving him playing on loop in my mind.

“We’ll be doing another part of my plan today,” He raised an eyebrow, with curiosity “But, I’m leading today. I think our styles are really different and… I’d like to show you how’s my work style” I explained, as he listened intently.

He shrugged “Sure thing, man. I’ll remain behind ya and enjoy the show”

I nodded. Huh, that was easier than I expected.

“Great, c’mon. I asked a friend to come with us too, he’s at the frat house” I motioned him to follow me, and he did.

Funny enough, even when he was older, he looked just like some of this place’s freshmen jocks. He didn’t seem really old; he could totally pass as a 20 years old student if he wanted.

We went on our way, but he seemed to be pretty lost. Good thing I spent a year and a quarter here, I’m pretty familiarized with the campus.

It’s been a while since I’ve been in the frat house. It looked as good as always, which seems impressive since it’s managed by a lot of party jocks, but they followed the rules like their lives depended on it.

A surprising thing, but I really liked it. It made me a proud frat bro!

Aiden came out from the front door as we were about to go inside. “Yo, bro” He said, extending his fist for a bump. He was wearing a soccer team uniform, with the usual red and gold colors, long socks, knee pads and gloves for the hands.

We fist bumped, then he kept walking to the soccer field. He was wrestler, but his friend Connor (The soccer team’s captain) asked for help with some strategies and practice.

“A friend, I assume” Leo mumbled, as we walked inside the frat house.

“Yup, he helped me when I was trying to join this frat. We kept hanging out afterwards, he’s awesome” I turned to him after closing the door. “You have to wait here, sorry; I’ll go get Max”

He nodded, and held his hands up “I know how frats work, mate. I’ll just stay here and won’t control anyone. May be hard if all your mates turn out to be really cute jocks”

“Well, yeah. It’s kind of my thing, most of the people I know are jocks” I shrugged, before walking upstairs and going deeper into the house. I passed besides Mike’s room and felt a bit nostalgic. I smiled at the memory of my boyfriend preparing a DIY prom night for us at the room after I passed out last year.

A few guys ‘bro nodded’ at me as I passed by, until I reached the president’s room. I knocked on the door, and waited for a response. They were cool, I mostly liked my fellow frat brothers.

“Comin’!” I heard Max yell from the inside. A few loud footsteps later and the guy opened the door. “Oh hey, bro. Need something? Wanna have a drink?” He moved aside to let me in while pointing to his mini-fridge beside his bed, as I entered. He was wearing a black and grey V-neck tee, and some pajama pants.

“Uhm, no, thanks” Way too early to drink alcohol. “I was wondering if you could come and help me get the rugby coach under control?” Two years and that never stopped sounding weird.

He shrugged “Sure, sounds good!” I like that my slaves think it’s completely normal to help me out with my plans.

I can walk in the football team’s locker room and tell them ‘Hey guys, drop all the plans you might have, we are having a smash tournament with lots of fucking in my place instead!’ and they would be like ‘Yeah, whatever you say coach!’, with big smiles on their faces before resuming their bro chat.

Before we left the room, Max changed his pants to something more proper, then followed me back to the public lounge.

Leo looked at us as we walked down the stairs, waiting by the door. He seemed pretty bored, but hopefully he’ll have some fun with us today.

“Leo, this is the Sigma Nu’s president Max. Max, this is my friend Leo-”

He interrupted me, and extended his hand to Max. “Hey, I want a long ass title too… What about ‘President of LeoCorp’ Leo?”

“What is LeoCorp?” I asked, with curiosity. I was a bit annoyed since he interrupted me again, but decided to shrug it off in the attempt to get more info about him.

“I’ll tell you later, we have a coach to get, bud” He answered, before turning his attention back to Max.

Max shook hands with him “Nice to meet ya, man. And yeah, coach Geoff should be at his office. He has a meeting in a few hours and he’s preparing what he’s going to discuss.”

I nodded, as we headed outside. “Better get going then, anything you’d like to say about the coach, Max?” I wondered how the other coaches of this college were. Apparently, Peter was one of the worst ones before I arrived, but some of the other coaches weren’t so bad.

Geoff, for example, had an AMAZING reputation around campus. He’s like the fun uncle of the rugby team, joking with them and joining practices as a player from time to time.

Every player talked highly of him, because according to Max “Unlike other coaches, our coach prefers to reach good results by making us trust in each other like a big brotherhood, or family. It works pretty well, even if we don’t win, we have a lot of fun and adrenaline in each game”

Honestly, he sounded like a great guy, so I wanted to take the consent approach first. Maybe he’d join the sports club willingly and everything! I still would have to give him the special drink, but that’s because it would be to make him think it’s normal for the other coaches to be under my control, too.

Leo was amazed to learn that we were getting a rugby coach. My suspicion was correct, and he apparently was a rugby player before! He and Max seemed to get along pretty well after that came out, “Always good to meet a fellow rugby mate!” Leo said, before hugging Max tightly.

We arrived the rugby team’s locker room. I think that giving each team their own locker room was a great idea. That way, I don’t have to worry about anyone walking in while my players are getting a bit dirty between each other.

Past the empty locker room, there was the coach’s office. Leo gave me thumbs up before Max knocked the door.

“One second!” A deep voice said from the inside. Max already knew what to say, so today’s part was going to be really easy.

He opened the door, and greeted the team’s captain with a warm hug. “Max! So nice to see you, but we don’t have any scheduled practice, right?” Huh, he seems really chilled.

“Nah coach, just a proposal a friend of mine wanted to make you. Can we go in a discuss it? Seems to be a pretty good one!” Max said, pretty excitedly. Leo just remained silent and enjoyed the show, just as he said before.

Coach Geoff motioned us to come inside, and sat on his desk with a friendly smile. Max was right, he seemed like some kind of proud daddy. He seemed to be near Leo’s age, probably older though.

Dark brown hair with a few white ones at the front, normal brown eyes, a few wrinkles and a friendly smile.

According to Max, he shouldn't play rugby at all, due to an accident on his younger days, but his team goes soft with him as they play for fun and to learn how to be better. Like a big, happy family of bros.

“Geoffrey Morgan. Nice to meet you, guys.” He said, looking at me and Leo. “So, what can I help you with? I have some free time before my meeting actually starts, just taking the nerves off me”

He seemed really friendly, and I think he lives to the good reputation he has among his players. Like he’s some kind of easy-going guy who’s seems actually interested on what we have to say.

I took a deep breath and said “Well, there’s this… There’s this sports club at the city and we’re trying to save it. I recruited a few coaches to work there while everything goes back to normal. I have four volunteers by now”

They should be three, but I thought about contacting Mark from my old high school. He has a mind link too, so that should make things easier. “Just a few more and we’ll be ready to go, what do you think? I promise it’ll be a… very nice experience” I finished with a reassuring smile.

We just waited in silence for a response. Leo was getting inpatient, while Max was switching between looking at his coach, then at us, then back at his coach.

“Hmm… I think it could really work out. It would be sad seeing a place like a sports club just… die like that” I smiled, as he grabbed a blank paper from his desk and wrote down his number. “Count on me, buddy. You can send me the rest of the details later, but I really should get back to planning this meeting, it’s really important for the team.”

I smiled “Sure, thanks so much, sir!” then grabbed a bottle from my bag. “Oh, and please drink this as soon as we go out, alright? I’m sure you’ll start feeling really motivated and confident about your meeting after you drink it”

His eyes glazed over for a second, as he mumbled a “Yeah…” and took the bottle.

Max didn’t found that weird at all, he was like ‘oh cool!’, as the coach snapped out and wished us good luck with our plans.

‘I really like this guy’ I thought, as we headed out the office.

“Well, that should be it for today” I said, as I looked at the guys and waited for the mind link to appear. “Thanks for the info, Max. It made the planning a lot easier to be honest.” And it really did. The guy wanted to help willingly rather than me having to think exact words I wanted to say to avoid fucking up with him, giving him the drink, reprogramming him, blablabla.

The frat president looked really proud of himself. “Glad I could help, bro. Anything else you need, or should I remember to the house now?”

I thought about spending a day at the frat, since Leo seemed to like being around him. But, the other mind controller chose for me and dismissed Max. “I’d like to talk with Piney here in private, mate”

Max held up his hands “Fair enough, see ya later bro! And it was nice to meet you, Leo!” Then we separated our ways as we went out of the building.

Leo and I started walking back to the campus’ entrance, in silence. I was waiting for him to bring something up, he seemed way more talkative than I was.

“That was an interesting thing you did there” Leo said, breaking the silence between us “I mean, seemed to be a really quick and short thing and I’m trying to understand why you needed to bring the other guy with us, but trying to get him willingly was cool. How did you get that idea?”

I shrugged “Max said he was a nice man, I just pledged to that side of him. No powers or anything, just a bit of normal speaking. I had to make a mind link with him, though. It would be weird to have him willingly working while all of the others are completely under control. And I like having a friend around for these kinds of things, helps with the nerves.”

“Yeah, yeah. I get your point but… why the help with his confidence for the meeting? It doesn’t have anything to do with your plan, right?”

“Well, since I’m using the guy for my own plans, it’s good to retrieve the favor, right?” It was a very simple thing, just a few words and he would have better confidence for preparing his meeting. Nothing complicated at all.

I felt Geoff’s mind link appearing as we walked. ‘Good, that’s taken care of for now’ I thought, and I was glad I didn’t feel any pain nor something like that, it meant that I wasn’t near overloading my powers again.

Leo didn’t answer this time, so I tried to think about another topic, when the nightmare reappeared at my mind. I shook my head, and tried to think of something else.

“So… are you going to tell me what’s LeoCorp or will that remain as another mystery?” I asked the older mind controller, as we kept walking. I kept trying to take the nightmare off my mind, and chatting seemed to be a good way.

He scratched the back of his head “Oh, I thought you forgot. It’s a pretty big business I’m the owner of, got it during my college years with my powers.” He said, without giving it much importance. “The previous owner was happy to give me the whole business, and he’s happy being my well-paid assistant. I keep him in complete bliss every day, y’know?”

I frowned. That was definitely wrong, but there was nothing I could do about it. “And you just… took the guy’s business like it was nothing?”

“Boy, gettin’ pretty dense with your morals, aren’t you?” He sighed, but more in a… tired way, rather than angry. “Look, you’ve got mind control powers, right? So, why don’t you use them for your own benefit, without thinking of the consequences for once? I’m not telling ya to rob a bank, but maybe try out putting your boyfriend in complete bliss, without control. He’ll love it, and you’ll have a great time with the guy”

Before I could answer, he placed an arm around me “I’m learning a lot from you, dude. And I’d like to retrieve the favour by teaching you a few things too, how does that sound?”

I won’t lie, I gave it some thought. But it would just feel wrong, doing whatever I wanted with my powers like it doesn’t have negative impacts on my slaves’ lives.

I liked to have a perfect balance between my control over them and a positive impact for them, like better focus on the field, or when they’re studying, or whatever.

But… Maybe I could learn one thing or two about this. I mean, not fucking any lives was a simple rule to bear with by now, technically cemented on my mind and always present.

“You got a deal, I guess.” I said, extending my hand for a shake. “You try out my approach, and I’ll try out yours, alright? That means, respecting the golden rule with your life: Not ruin anyone’s lives, ever”

“And, you enjoy your powers more. Don’t think of the consequences, just… Look at that guy” He pointed to a fellow student that was hanging out with his friends nearby the quad’s fountain, as we passed by. “He looks hot, right?”

I nodded “I guess, what’s your point?”

“Walk up to him and tell him to blow you off!” He noticed my expression of surprise, and quickly retracted himself “Alright, alright. Let’s go slower first, just follow my suggestion from before and go back home with your dude… I may need to get a dude for myself, now that I think of it”

I wonder what did he mean with that, but if he was going to follow my approach, there was nothing to worry about, right?

“Okay. We’ll share our advances from time to time, to keep on each other’s progress, alright?” He nodded at that, as we arrived to the entrance and walked over to his parked car.

This is going to be interesting, I guess?

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I entered my place with a nice grin. Leo’s idea seemed really good right now, but probably because I’m horny.

“I’m home!” I said, as I closed the door. Mike waved at me from the couch, still in his undies.

“Yo, bro! Didn’t invite anyone after you left, got really lazy and decided to play videogames instead” He explained, showing me the Switch on his hands. “How was your day with Leo?”

“I’ll tell you in a while, alright? First, I have something in mind” I walked closer to him, before giving him a quick kiss on the lips.

As I pulled back, he smiled and said “What do you mea-uhhhh”, before his eyes glazed over and he got up from the couch.

I had sent him a command to stop thinking and enter a relaxed state, pushing his main personality to the back and deepening his trance with some more commands, just like Leo suggested.

A few minutes later, Mike entered the living room again wearing a football armor we had for our kinky nights, and stood in front of me as he stared straight ahead, zoned out.

A bit of drool coming from his mouth and passing through his stubble beard, as he blissfully smiled and waited for commands. His big arms hanging at the sides, his chiseled abs were tensed and his cock was hard on his jockstrap.

Looking at him, he's definitely one sexy jock slave.

Maybe that's how Leo saw guys when he was my age. Just sexy jock slaves.

I sent a command to Mike through the mind link and he went on his knees. The way his drool would come out of his mouth and drip to the floor was so sexy.

I stepped closer and addled his brain a bit more. His eyes were getting foggier and foggier. He looked so helpless, so obedient, so moldable into anything I could ever want. And yet, I would never do anything he wouldn’t do, I loved my best friend so much to do that to him.

I ran my hands on the drooling jock's abs and pecs, massaging his chest until his nipples were hard. I felt a bit of a rush, using Mike as my plaything. My obedient little jock... or so I'd call him. But he's still my perfect lovely boyfriend.

“Mike?” I asked, still checking out his amazing muscles.

“Yes, master?” Mike said, in a monotone voice. He sounded empty, but somehow happy at the same time.

“What are you thinking about?” I ducked to face him, as his empty stare followed me.

“I’m not thinking, master! You do the thinking for me, master!” I smiled, and leaned in to kiss him for a bit. He kissed me back, and went back to mindlessly smiling when I pulled back.

“You’re such a good jockboy, aren’t you Mike?”

“Yes, master! Huhuhuh!”

I checked out his mind link. He was in complete bliss right now, and I liked that. He felt like floating, like he was in some kind of dream. Just real, pure bliss where Mike has no control at all.

I wanted to hear him out when this was over, since when I put him under, he usually is mildly conscious to know if he wants or not to do something, and can use his safeword. Not this time, we’re trying new things, big guy.

I proceeded to get back up and undid my belt. I lowered my pants and underwear, as my cock sprung out, half-hard.

Mike’s eyes turned to it, like he just saw the most beautiful thing in the world. “Mike?” I asked again, to get his attention.

“Uh… yes, master?” I noticed the drip of saliva got a bit bigger, as he couldn’t get his eyes off my cock. I swung it left and right, slowly, as I felt his mind getting foggier and foggier with each movement.

“What do you want, right now?”

“I want to serve master… I want to worship your cock…” He mumbled, trying to take a sniff of my cock, but trying to not move at the same time and remaining on his knees.

I placed my cock on his lips, and I could feel he tried to lick the tip of it. “Suck it, jockboy”

Almost instantly, Mike swallowed my cock and started to suck pretty fast, like his life depended on it. I sent a command over the mind link for him to slow down and enjoy it a bit more. I could feel him slowing down and doing magic with his tongue.

I grabbed the back of his head and pushed it to deep throat. Mike loved every second of it, and just continued to suck after I let his head go.

“Alright, jockboy. Stop and get up” I said after a bit. I felt myself close, but I wasn’t over with today’s session yet.

My mind-fucked boyfriend did as I ordered, and stood right in front of me, still with a bit of saliva and a big, dumb smile on his face. His eyes seemed emptier than ever, I don’t think I’ve brought him this deep before.

Another command sent through the mind link, and he was now striking a pose for me to feel up his muscled arms.

I noticed his cock was full hard now, and its head was poking out of the jockstrap, leaking a good amount of pre.

“Carry me to our room, alright?” I told him, as I finished with the feeling up muscles part.

“Yes master!” The big guy said, as he grabbed me by the back and the legs and lifted me like some kind of baby.

I felt good. Powerful. I could definitely see what Leo sees in doing this.

But… at the same time, it felt kind of wrong. My empathy speaking, of course, and I usually pay attention to it. Mike’s backup is still ever present on the back of his mind though, to reassure myself that no matter what I do, I can bring him back.

“Oh, and Mike?”

He turned his face to me, still with a blank stare but his goofy smile grew wider when he looked at me. “Yeah, master?”

Even while mindless, he still looked amazingly handsome. The happiness and adoration in his eyes was notorious, and I found it quite attractive. “How do you feel right now?”

“I feel amazing, master!” He said as we entered our room, and he stopped in front of the bed. “I’m so happy to obey as your mindless jockboy, master!”

He carefully left me standing on the floor, as he took a step back and waited for more orders.

It was like controlling a puppet, or a sim. I just had to send a command over to his mind or say something and he would do it without thinking.

I sent a simple command to his mind. ‘Grab master Pine and start making out with him’.

As I mentioned, just like a sim. Mike naturally grabbed me and pulled me in for a make out session. Another command sent to his mind, and he leaded me to the bed. He was still on his football armor, and it looked amazing on him.

‘Repeat out loud:’

“I love you so much, bro! You’re the best coach and master I’ve ever had!” He kept smiling with an empty stare every time I sent a new order and followed it without any resistance. “I’m completely yours, bro! And I love being that way!”

He sounded dreamy, like he was half asleep and half awake. But another check at his mind just confirmed that he was an empty and obedient jockboy slave.

And his cock remained completely hard in his jockstrap, even when I didn’t tell him to get hard. Good old Mikey never changes, he’s just ready to fuck all the time.

Leo was right, it was really easy to do this. But I assumed it would be a bit harder for him, or he had a workaround for his temporary mind links. I had my mind link with Mike since last year, but Leo’s last for a few hours, apparently.

I’ll him more about that later. For now, it was time to enjoy!

I pushed my lowered pants and underwear off my feet and laid down in bed, arms behind my head. I got comfy as I started to program his new set of orders.

‘Get above my cock and start fucking yourself with it’

Mike moved to do as I commanded him, without lowering his jockstrap since his ass was already at full display, he got above my hard cock as I lubed it with saliva, before lubing his hole a bit too (I didn’t want to hurt my boyfriend!).

I gave him a nod to continue, as he slowly positioned himself and started impaling with my cock. He tried to do the first thrusts slowly, as it went all the way in. I just laid there and watched the show, feeling amazing. Mike seemed to love it, but I assumed it had to do more with the obeying my orders rather than the fucking he was receiving.

The muscled guy looked amazing, as always, but his mindless expression had some charm to it, reminding me of the time he was dumb Mikey.

“Feeling good, Mike?” I asked him, before letting out a soft moan.

“Yes… master!” He answered, still going up and down, fucking himself with my cock. “Obeying you makes me happy, master!”

I wondered if putting the other guys under would have this same effect on them or if it was only because Mike already loved going under my control.

Mike grunted from time to time, but tried to remain silent and with a goofy smile.

I felt close to cumming, so I prepared the words in my mind. ‘When you feel me cumming, you will do too, feeling an outstanding pleasure go through your entire body before getting off my cock and lying beside me’

Sent them to his mind, as the mindless jock kept fucking himself. A few seconds later, I came inside of him.

Almost instantly, he came too. I always liked that detail, being able to control if a person cums or not, and when they do it. Most of his cum fell on my shirt, and I took it off after he got off my cock and proceeded to lay down beside me, as I ordered him.

“You were amazing, jockboy” I whispered to him, as I passed my hand above his abs, feeling him up.

“Thanks master! I want to be a good jock for you, master!”

“Oh really? And why is that?” I had an idea in mind that I wanted to try out. It would be funny to see.

‘You can think again’ I commanded his mind, as I pulled his main personality back to the front while he answered.

“Because I’m yours, master! I want to make… you… happy… Bro? Weren’t we at the couch? And why is my ass sore-y?” A confused, but still dazed Mikey asked. I moved my hand beneath his football armor as I felt up his pecs now.

“Shh… Don’t mind that…” I started, in a very soft and chilled tone. The one I usually used to make him relax. “Just stay with me, and don’t think about it”

My powers affected him again, as he turned to face me and leaned closer to kiss me. “Whatever you say, bro… I love when you get mischievous and make me feel good…” The dopey grin re-appeared on his face, but this time it was his own doing.

I was tempted to bring him back under, but his kisses while he’s mindless aren’t as good as when Mikey is awake and in full display.

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Later that night, the exact same nightmare that had been endlessly playing in my mind appeared again as I slept.

I couldn’t move, Mike and Gary were on their knees. Leo in front of them, as Gary was completely enslaved by him and Mike was being taken away from me.

Until… something passed through me. It was… me?

My copy went straight to Leo, but I still couldn’t move, only watch. The other Pine walked up to him, moved Gary and Mike from the way, and looked straight at Leo.

Then, the two mind controllers started… fighting each other? This was getting super weird, until my copy did something unexpected.

He got his hands on Leo’s temples and said “Sleep”. Suddenly, the rugby player fell backwards and to the floor, before starting to snore.

The other Pine looked at me, with a little smile. I noticed his voice was familiar… I remember it from last year, when I passed out.

It told me how to break the mind links once, and now it was showing me this, that I honestly didn’t know if it was real or just an strategy to make me relax and finally forget about this nightmare.

“You both should try to remain on each other’s good side, alright? Telepaths are supposed to stick together!” He seemed happy, just like the last time we talked.

I have myself a nod, trying to tell me that I understood what he meant, before he continued “Good, have fun and keep doing nice stuff! I’m rooting for you!”

Then, I woke up again on my bed, next to a dozed off Mike. We had been playing during the whole day, and now it was the middle of the night again.

But, instead of tearing up like last night, I smiled and mumbled a quick “Thanks” to myself.

I felt more at ease now, my... powers, I think? They were telling me that I was doing great! That had to be a good sign, right?

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How the (Quarantined) Murats broke the Internet (and Lannes).

Hello friends! I know we already have several ongoing projects with @joachimnapoleon, but we couldn’t resist unleashing this one.

It’s set in the Quarantine!AU which is itself a spin off of the Roadtrip!AU, Trifecta Universe, name it as you will :^)

Inspired by real world situation, unfortunately. Hoping this will bring to those of you who are in lockdown (same here!) some much needed levity.

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Caroline is cursing the day Napoléon enrolled her in Mme Campan's Institute; no, scrap that/rewind, she is cursing the day he met Joséphine, and consequently, Hortense, bane of her life, goody-two-shoes of the century who has inspired Napoleon with the truly visionary idea of trying to copy and paste Hortense's behaviour onto Caroline's whole self.

Now, Caroline is mature enough to admit some slight controlling tendencies. And maybe a contrarian streak - but try being the youngest sister in the Bonaparte family - you have to fight twice as hard to make yourself a place and get some respect.

Her point is, she hasn't taken to the Institute. For excellent reasons. If Hortense has made it a point of honor to excel in some subject, Caroline has systematically hated it. No use fighting for scraps after the star pupil has received the old hag's whole quota of praise, after all. Now Caroline wholeheartedly embraces whatever makes Madame Campan pinch her lips, shake her head, or sigh (as much as the snobby old lady allows herself to), treasuring every sign of disappointment the way Hortense collects gold stars. (Not to brag, but Caroline is now a master at it).

Even her marriage is a testament to that superhuman ability of hers.

Not that she didn't love Joachim anyway - she's been ridiculously besotted with the man since she was fifteen, and nothing has yet managed to abate her feelings towards the maddening, adorable goofball. But honestly, the way Mme Campan's face had fallen (oh, ever so slightly, but Caroline knows how to look) in disapproval had been the cherry on top of the delightful, curly-haired, long-legged cake.

She has relished every single one of their subsequent media appearances, and she would lie if she says she hasn't occasionally baited the press with their nationwide famous PDA. For now, Caroline admits, in spite of the "scandals" and all the choices she has made, the old witch is still standing and tutting in disapproval - like that would work. But someday, yes, oh someday she would break, and it would be all thanks to Caroline.

So - she is cursing. Because, of course, Hortense has always been committed to arts and crafts, and Caroline, therefore, has pointedly ignored them.

And now she can't sew to save her life.

Literally.

Because masks are mandatory now.

And she has four kids to protect.

And, well, she may suck as a student, but she does NOT suck as a mother. So, taking a deep breath, she watches videos, buys fabric, filters, and elastic bands, and sets herself to the task.

Two hours later, her eyes are red, her voice hoarse, her fingers raw and pricked, and she is irreparably breaking her ties with the sewing machine.

She vaguely considers calling Pauline - even if she can't sew herself (can she ?) Pauline will surely know someone who can, and at least she is kind enough not to let anyone know of Caroline's embarrassing problem.

She is still scowling fiercely when the shrieking chorus begins (the kids' usual reaction to Joachim's arrival), promptly followed by the sound of bags hitting ground and little feet running, three, two, one, impact. And Joachim's laugh.

God but that sound can still bring a smile to her face.

She wipes her eyes and straightens herself up before opening the door to the entry hall where the kids are now swarming around their father and drowning him in cuddles and kisses, stuffing their drawings under his nose and chattering excitedly. ** Beneath the squealing, adoring, warm little pile of his children's wriggling bodies, Joachim soaks up the innocent love and its side dish of kicking little feet and shrieks in the ear. As Louise's sticky little fingers pat his cheek, he sees from the corner of his eye the door open on his wife.

His sunshine.

His glorious little dynamo.

But there's a problem, Joachim thinks frantically (what has he done now ??? nothing comes up!!), because she doesn't spark her usual energy - oh my God, she's disappointed, that's it, disappointed and SAD (WHAT I HAVE DONE ???), her walk is nothing like her usual triumphant gait (it's the COUCH), even her hair looks listless (Lannes may still let me crash, where is my sleeping bag ??). Joachim takes a deep breath and centers himself before looking at her again, and - oh. She's not angry at him.

Oh.

Then whatever has her so bothered is going to die a fiery death and if she wants, Joachim will stomp it to death (with his hooves, Achille's voice adds in his mind).

** Famous last words, Joachim muses, hesitantly fingering the white cotton.

He has watched the video. Three times, to make sure.

He has cut the necessary length and width for six masks (his ambition for tonight is moderate).

The machine looks back at him, reminding him of a crouched feline, poised to pounce. He eyes it warily. Caroline's explanations, though thorough, had been... fast paced. Joachim has caught the general idea and in what order the different steps of the process are supposed to happen. He has minded every fold of the fabric and set aside the elastic bands.

It's... daunting. If he messes that up his family will be stuck inside forever and the house will probably catch fire spontaneously from the sheer frustration burning inside them. Murats need to be OUTSIDE (Bonapartes don't deal much better with being locked up).

He carefully selects the stitch and folds the fabric by instinct - patterns are as useless as maps, anyway - he'll go with his guts and God bless the bold.

He takes a deep breath and lines up the three layers of material - with the elastic bands properly tucked inside- under the needle, lowers the presser foot, and gently pushes on the pedal.

Oh my God.

Oh my God it's happening.

Joachim marvels at the speed the machine uses to execute its task, remembering to steer the fabric only if needed, and being careful with it ("To be honest, sweetie, I'm not even sure if it's working well, " Caroline had admitted. "I think Mama gave it to me, ugh, when I went to the Institute. " Joachim hadn't pushed because he wasn't that insane, some things were taboo in this house).

When the first side is done, he takes a moment to inspect his work before switching to the other side.

Wow.

It's... Pretty okay ?

The mask all done, Joachim holds it to his face, and stands up to find a mirror (they're everywhere in this house, and see, it's useful).

He tries it on.

It's very... white.

Time for some color, he decides.

Heh. If anyone had told him before tonight that he was going to sew a mask and like it, he would have sent them to a psychiatrist. Because, even though he'd been quick to assure Caroline he totally could do this (I've repaired my suits several times! ), his skills were limited to a temporary little tweak and quick repair when he didn't have the time to go to the tailor.

In front of the mirror, Joachim smiles beneath the mask.

This is going swimmingly. ** Caroline grumbles when a weight hollows the mattress out.

"It's late," she mutters.

"Shhhh, " says the voice. Then, with a giddy sort of energy Caroline can only wonder at (who the hell is so alive at such an ungodly hour -oh yeah, that's right, only Joachim). "Love."

A pause.

"Sweetheart ?"

Caroline groans.

"Yeah", she forces out.

"We have seven masks!"

The proclamation wakes Caroline completely and her hand is already searching for the light switch.

"What?"

She pushes the switch and looks at Joachim's face. Blinking under the sudden flood of light, he looks …

Surprised and happy. A little bit like a dog who has just learned a new trick. The smile on his face is infectious.

"You want to see them ?"

Caroline is already up.

In her office, the old machine sleeps and seven masks wait in a wicker basket. They're real. They look like the models Caroline vainly tried to follow. She touches them, putting one over her face. It fits. The elastics do not hurt.

They have masks.

Joachim watches her, waiting anxiously for her verdict. Her eyes shine in the mirror, and then she turns towards him, takes off the mask and sets it aside.

A purring Caroline leaps into his arms.

So much for sleep.

** At the usual hour, Lannes, bottle and glass at the ready, flicks on Skype. He has so much to tell Murat (to be honest, he never knew before quarantine how much of a gossip he'd turn out to be, but what can you do) and even without any grand news (which is the case most of the time) it's always a highlight of his day.

The kids are lovely but sometimes you need an adult conversation, okay ?

An adult male conversation.

A bro discussion, yeah, okay.

"Murat ?" he calls.

Weird. Usually Joachim leaps onto any greeting, if he's not the first one to call.

"Yo ? Murat ?"

Nothing.

"JOACHIM MURAT" he bellows.

Finally, a harried face appears. The black curls are everywhere and the eyes seem inhabited by some unholy light.

Has Joachim started to drink without him ?

Or worse, with someone else ?

Lannes feels oddly cheated at the idea.

"Ah, yeah, okay, hello, Lannes!" says Murat, blinking. "Is it already time ?"

Already ? The day had dragged on.

"What the hell is happening," he blurts out. "Have you started drinking ?"

Murat looks weirdly offended, scrunching up his nose.

"Drink- what ? No!"

He straightens up and clears his throat.

"No, Lannes, I didn't cheat on our Skype cocktail hour with some random booze harlot, I respect you too much for that. I was just, " he lowers his voice and Lannes instinctively leans towards his screen, intrigued.

"I was busy.

- Are the kids okay ?

- Yeah, they're fine! Excellent! The spirit is undaunted, yeah!

- Joachim," Lannes slowly articulates.

Artless blue eyes look up at him.

"I was making masks, and I forgot the time, that's all!"

- Masks, " Lannes repeats in a bland tone.

- Masks," Joachim nods.

- Masks ?" What the hell, Lannes wonders, masks, like, actual masks against Coronavirus ? Masks, as in, paper masks or clown masks for the kids, right ?

- Masks, as in, mandatory masks, yeah, I'm making them, " and Lannes has stepped into an alternate dimension.

- You're making masks.

- I am.

- Masks.

- Masks, " Joachim patiently assures him.

- Making ? As in, as in SEWING them ?"

The black curls fly as Murat vehemently nods.

Holy shit.

Lannes almost busts a gut laughing.

" I could show you", Murat says with a hint of disapproval in his voice (it was weird) "but if this is the way you react I might not bother."

The laughter stops short. Murat's headmasterly tones are frankly weirding Lannes out.

Is this a prank ?

Lannes knows it's not. It's all over Murat's face. He's actually serious.

Holy shit.

"Why are you the one sewing the masks ?" he finally asks.

"Because," Murat shrugs. "I volunteered."

Lannes blinks.

"Plus, " he adds, with a smile, " Turns out I'm great at it!"

That is still to be seen, Lannes thinks, remembering, oh, way too many boasts.

"You'll see", Murat nods sagely.

"Right", Lannes croaks.

The evening goes on.

** He made the haberdashery's day, Joachim thinks, fabric piled up in his arms.

Good for them, and good for his family.

Today, he is going to let the kids choose the fabric for their masks. Just because they are young doesn't mean they have to settle for their parents' choice, right ? He carefully picked anything that could interest or amuse the little ones.

He has turtles, an armada of kittens, various birds, flowers, geometric patterns, dots and stripes of all sorts.

"What are you doing, Papa ?"

Joachim turns to face Letitia.

"I just bought some fabric to make some masks for you all, sweetheart. Do you want to choose yours ?"

The little girl nods eagerly.

"Can I stay with you ?" she says, leaning into him.

Joachim can't resist such a request.

** Caroline climbs up the stairs to Joachim's office where he finally set camp with the sewing machine two days ago.

She is still mesmerized by his mastery over the beast.

He has adopted a routine, and tonight, she needs proof that Joachim sewing actually happened (Pauline had laughed, and Joséphine had asked for receipts), so she's carrying her camera. She scowls inwardly, why can't anyone ever believe them ? Joachim told her about Lannes the other day - well, what is so extraordinary about it ? Being male doesn't make you genetically unable to sew, you know. Men!

Hushed voices wash over her, Letitia's flute-like voice overlapping with Joachim's warm tones.

"And then I put the fabric here," their little girl is saying.

"Uh huh," her man agrees, with the softness he saves for his children (and herself). " Perfect!"

Letitia giggles.

Caroline, readying her camera, silently enters the room. Both father and daughter are so absorbed by their task and by each other that they don't notice her presence.

Letitia sits on her father's knee, her little hands holding the fabric - a giraffe pattern - and Joachim is entirely focused on her.

Caroline starts filming.

When the giraffe-adorned mask is ready, Letitia snuggles into her father's chest and he offers her the next selection, apparently a swarm of tropical fishes.

"Your turn, Papa", says the little girl.

"Oh, you're right, princess", Joachim smiles, mock chastened. "Shall I ?"

Letitia nods determinedly. “Go on good Sir".

Joachim sews the next mask.

It's very sweet, Caroline thinks, beaming behind her camera. This is the perfect proof that she was right, not only about his sewing ability, but about her own choice years ago. I'm so going to upload this as soon as I'm out of here, she rejoices.

** New video uploaded, by @carolinemurat, 7.54

@pauline-borghese, 8.01: oh my god it's so cute!

@pauline-borghese, 8.01: and he's doing great!! how many has joachim already sewn ?

@pauline-borghese, 8.08: sorry, just had to watch it again. (<3) This is an adorable duo and you were totally right, I should never have doubted you.

@joséphine-malmaison, 8.14: wow

@hortense-beauharnais-bonaparte, 8.14: I'm speechless.

@hortense-beauharnais-bonaparte, 8.14: In a very good way!! Congratulations to Joachim.

@joséphine-malmaison, 8.17: very sweet and actually educational! Congratulations!

@aimée-davout, 8.26: I wish Louis would do that with our little one!

@joséphine-malmaison, 8.34: Can I share this on other social medias , Caroline ?

@pauline-borghese, 8.36: was about to suggest the same! I can boost it up with my contacts. Up for it sister ?

The phone rings.

"Mama ?"

"Uh huh, he did that. He's... Yes, Mama, he actually offered, and.. Mama. Mama! Listen to me please ? Yes, I promise. Uh huh. Yes. Yes, really. Did you watch the video ? You really should, your namesake is on it too. "

Ten minutes later.

"Yes, Mama ? Is everything - oh. Oh. Well, yes, he's still sewing. Wha- yes, Mama, I won't disturb him. Of course, Mama. You.. what ? His favorite dessert ? Why... Mama we're in lockdown, he can't go to Corsica. You.. Ah, yes, of course, I'll ask him. And yes, of course, I'm feeding him! Mama!"

@aglaéauguiéney, 8.47: mind boggling.

@eleonoredenuelle, 8.49: how talented can a man be ?

@hortense-beauharnais-bonaparte, 8.53: It's actually a better tutorial than the official ones ? And so much cuter.

@hortense-beauharnais-bonaparte, 8.55: I wish I had a little girl.

@carolinemurat, to @joséphine-malmaison, @pauline-borghese, 8.58: Yes.

TBF...

#fanfiction #QuarantineAU #How the Murats broke the Internet (and Lannes)#part1 #joachim murat #caroline bonaparte murat #jean lannes #and many others

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