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BACKBURNER // PART 3

DESCRIPTION: She had grown tired of being on his back burner, the person that he had kept warm until he gotten the girl he has had his eyes set on for years... And with a little help from her friend, maybe... just maybe she'll finally be the first choice. PAIRING: Seungcheol x Reader | Mingyu x Reader GENRE: Angst & Fluff PART 2 | SERIES MASTERLIST | MASTERLIST

She wasn't in deep slumber, but she wasn't awake either.

Y/n had allowed the soft sounds of the waves crashing on the shore and indistinct conversations around her lull her into a light sleep – only to be awoken by the sudden lack of warmth that kissed her skin and droplets of water hitting her bare stomach.

Squinting her eyes open, she was greeted by a drenched Mingyu standing above her – a smile on his face. "Hey Stink, wanna get lunch?" He sat on her towel, feeling his soaked swim trunks cool her thigh.

It has been a while since she had eaten and the thought a bowl ahi poke did sound nice. "Sure." She sat up, stretching her hands above her head.

Y/n took a glance around her and noticed that the group she had originally had been lounging around with were gone; some cooling off in the water and others playing a game of volleyball.

Except Seungcheol and Sunhee, who had his head on her lap while she had her nose deep in the book she had brought down from their hotel room.

Sickening.

"You have fun out there?" She asked rhetorically as he shook his head to get the remaining water out of his ears.

"Come out there with me later, yeah?" Mingyu reached up to fix his hair, slicking it back away from his face.

It was going to take a while for her to get used to this new tone of voice he used around her. She wasn't used to the deep octave he used, mixed with some sweetness in his tone – something she had heard only when he was around the women he was dating.

It sent her chills down her spine, thinking how cringy it was for him to use all his tricks he had done to make all those other girls fall at his feet with her.

"Maybe." Y/n leaned over to move a strand that he had missed.

She too used a tone that he hadn't heard of.

Not directed to him at least.

Their customer service voices.

"You guys are cute when you aren't fighting." Sunhee's voice caught their attention.

...And Seungcheol's, who let out a puff of air as a laugh.

Up until now, Mingyu and y/n had thought he was asleep – his sunglasses hiding his eyes.

"Give it until tomorrow, they'll be fighting again." Seungcheol sat up, pushing his sunglasses up to rest on his head.

Y/n chose to ignore his comment, standing up from where she had been sitting – reaching for her shorts and pulling it up to cover her bottom half. "Can you guys watch our stuff? We'll bring back poke in exchange."

"No."

"Don't listen to him." Sunhee waved him off. "Have fun!"

"Thanks, Sunhee." Mingyu smiled, reaching down to hold y/n hand – allowing her to guide him towards the main road.

"He's irked." He leaned down to mumble in her ears

The walk to the market was a short one, the two not bothering to let go of each other's hands as she once again allowed him to talk her ear off – babbling about tomorrow's trip to the North Shore.

He went on and on about how excited he was to try the shrimp truck he had seen many youtubers rave about; spending hours on end watching vlogs to prep him for the trip.

"Do you talk this much when you're with your girls?" She was genuinely curious, in shock with how he seemed to never run out of subjects to talk about. It was as if he was on a mission to reach a word certain count by the end of the day.

"No, just you." He shook his head, bringing his arm around her shoulders; pulling her closer to his body.

Weirdly enough, she preferred this more than holding his hand – it was more comfortable this way.

・゜゜・．・゜゜・．・゜゜・．・゜゜・．

"So when did this happen?" Jeonghan motioned to the space between the two, catching y/n's attention from across the table.

After a long day of spending their time at the beach, they had decided their first night all together called for a group dinner at the hotel's restaurant – all at the expense of the best man's card.

Seungcheol.

Sunhee nearly choked on the cocktail she was sipping on, quickly shaking her head. "Oh we're not– no." She laughed.

They could have fooled anyone... just as well as Y/n and Mingyu had been.

They had spent the dinner picking off each other's plates – even showing up in coordinating outfits that Sunhee had sworn was not planned. Y/n had to fight the her brain from making a face when Sunhee had profusely declined the groups teasing when they first took their seats.

"Oh." Jeonghan blinked. "I just figured–"

"We're not." Seungcheol shutting him down, instantly silencing Jeonghan who then turned his body to the direction of y/n and Mingyu.

She had been thankful for the various conversations taking place around the table, allowing her to pretend that she hadn't been listening in to the short interaction happening a few feet from her.

"What about you two?" Jeonghan nodded at them, stopping Mingyu mid-setence while he conversed with Minghao about tomorrow's plans.

"What about us?" He asked, confused with the question being asked.

"When did this happen?" Jeonghan repeated.

"Valentines day." Mingyu replied without a second thought, almost as if he had the story ready for anyone who would ask.

He was quick at his feet, able to muster up a lie with a heartbeat.

She made a mental note to thank him later.

"I think I just realized that I always had feelings for her and I wanted to see if what I was thinking was real, or just– I don't know. Minghao convinced me to go over to her place and just let it all out." He continued, shrugging off the story as if it was the most casual thing that left his lips.

If she wasn't a part of the lie, she would have bought it.

Like Jeonghan, Y/n looked over to Minghao who had nodded in confirmation as he swirled the wine in his hand.

They were great liars.

"Didn't know you had a soft spot, Mingyu." Soonyoung whistled.

"Me neither." Y/n whispered only for the two of them to hear, earning a poke on her side from him – causing a small laugh to escape from her lips.

"Oh my god, they're actually in love." Chan gagged, catching the small interaction that had just unfolded before him.

"You guys should see what I have to put up with at home." Minghao grumbled into his wine glass before taking a long sip.

The teasing? The bickering over which show to watch? The hour long debate over a movies plot? The impromptu karaoke sessions in their living room? Yeah, Minghao did have to put up through a lot.

"I guess the next to walk down the aisle will be Y/n and Mingyu." Jeonghan joked.

"Mingyu? Yeah right." Seungcheol chuckled.

Thankfully the rest of the group had managed to drop the topic and redirected the conversation back to Jeonghan – catching up on all the events that has been happening in his life.

Y/n took the opportunity to excuse herself to the restroom as the energy died down, looking down at her feet as she made her way to the back of the restaurant – she had one too many Mai Tai's and did not want to accidentally trip over air.

"Y/n!"

Turning her head to the voice at the end of the hall, she was once again cornered by Seungcheol – with no place to run.

"Can we talk?" He stopped within a foot of her, his voice much softer than the snarky voice he had been using every time he would make a snide comment earlier in the day. "Please?"

Y/n stared at him, unable to come up with an excuse to avoid him.

"Five minutes." She swallowed.

Seungcheol nodded, motioning him to follow her through the doors that lead to the beach – wanting to converse in a much quieter atmosphere.

Once they were at an enough distance from the restaurant, away from the eyeline of the others, Seungcheol came to a stop turning to the girl.

"You guys may be fooling everyone but you're not fooling me." He spoke slowly.

They were caught.

"Did you just bring me out here to pick a fight?" She hugged her arms around her, feeling the cool breeze hit her bare arms.

"Y/n, drop the act. Do you really think that I'd believe you're dating, of all the people in the world, Mingyu? You guys are best friends, yeah I get that- but please, I know you guys don't love each other–"

"Not like how you and Sunhee love each other right?" Y/n snapped back.

Seungcheol licked his lips, shaking his head.

If he wasn't letting up, neither was she.

"You guys have always been at each other's throat, you really think I believe that one day you guys just decided to stop?"

"He knows me better than anyone, Cheol. He knows what makes me happy, what makes me tick. He has wiped every tear that you have caused. He picked me up whenever you left me stranded. He has always been there, more importantly when you weren't."

She wasn't lying.

Behind all the small fights and teasing, the two had always leaned in each other for emotional support.

Just as Mingyu had done for her, she has also always been the one person he called when he was having a tough time – remembering the time that she brought food over to his dorm for a week straight because he had refused to eat after his first girlfriend had broken up with him.

They had their moments, but at the end of the day, she genuinely did love Mingyu.

They have been together through all the season of their lives and she couldn't imagine going through any heartbreak or failed job interviews without having him by her side.

They were each other's person.

"So yeah, sue me if I realized I may have been in love with my best friend too." Y/n continued. "Mingyu has always been there and it's nice being taken care of someone who actually knows me."

"I know you." He defended. "Your favorite color is green, you hate that you're in the medical field because but you chose to go through with it because you didn't want to disappoint your parents, you hate the sound of utensils rubbing together. I know you, Y/n."

"Those are shallow facts." Y/n countered. "Minghao knows those things about me too."

"I know that you had never once thought of Mingyu the way you thought of me." He continued, taking a step closer to her. "What you and I had– have, that's never going to measure up to what you think you're trying to pull off with Mingyu."

"So what? Is this your way of saying you chose me all along?"

"There's no need to choose, y/n." He raised his voice, growing frustrated with her question. "I care about you, and you should know that!"

"How? Huh? You have some crazy way of showing you care." She exhasperated.

"Just because I don't show it the way your little golden boy shows it, doesn't mean I don't care. It doesn't mean I don't want you."

"So do it then, pick."

"I'm not picking." He shook his head. "Just please, just drop the act and–"

"Is everything alright out here?" Mingyu's voice boomed from the steps of the restaurant, jogging over to where they stood.

"Yeah, we just finished talking." Seungcheol brushed past Mingyu, his shoulder hitting him as he bounded back to the well lit building – a stark contrast to the darkness that enveloped them.

She could hear her ears begin to ring as she let out deep breath she didn't realize she was holding in.

"You okay?" Mingyu asked in genuine concern, scanning her face to see if there were any tears that fell from her eyes. He noticed that she was gone for far too long, instantly putting two and two together once he realized Seungcheol was missing from the table. Mingyu had quickly excused himself from the group, not wanting whatever Seungcheol had in mind to ruin not only y/n's night but everyone elses.

Y/n nodded, taking a step closer to him – silently asking for his arms to wrap around her. Both for consolation and to shield from the wind.

"I don't want to go back in there."

"Then we won't." He replied, resting his chin on her head.

"He knows we're just pretending." Her cheek pressed against his chest, her voice in pure defeat.

"Should we take some acting classes?"

Looking up to meet his eyes, she couldn't help but let a small laugh escape her lips. "Should we call it off?"

"I mean, everyone else already bought it." He shrugged. "Why don't we just pretend until the end of the trip. We wouldn't want a break up and a wedding all in one trip."

"Jeonghan would kill us for stealing the attention from him if we announced a break up." Y/n agreed. "Just, chill out on the fake sexual tension okay? It gives me the creeps."

"Whatever you want, stink."

The two stood in silence, Mingyu patiently waiting for Y/n to calm down from the high emotions. She had always hated confrontations, avoiding it as much as possible.

And when it can't be helped, she needed to take a few minutes as a breather to ground herself back to reality – after she had finally processed what had finally happened.

She tended to allow her emotions take full control whenever she was forced to confront a problem; in this case Seungcheol. It wasn't until moments after when she is able fully grasp what had truly happened.

Almost as if she had an out of body experience, watching the scene unfold from afar.

"Do we fight a lot?" She asked, taking a step back from him.

"Just an enough amount of times, why do you ask?" He chuckled.

"That's why he's not buying it. Because we fight a lot."

Mingyu licked his lips, thinking of all the times that they would openly bicker and argue in front of their group. It wasn't in any intentions to hurt each other, it was all out of pure fun. It was just who they were.

"I mean, what if I tease you because I like you." He reasoned.

"What are we, teenagers?"

He shrugged. "Don't let him get in your head. If he doesn't buy it then he doesn't. Let's just enjoy the trip."

She nodded. "One more."

"What?"

"What's my favorite color?"

"What?" He tilted his head in confusion.

"Answer it."

"Well, for clothes; black and white. For little trinkets, green. For other things, pink. For men, red." He listed, a smug smile appearing on his face when he said red.

Laughing, she gave him a playful shove. "Let's go."

・゜゜・．・゜゜・．・゜゜・．・゜゜・．

"Shit." Mingyu quickly sat up in his bed, looking over to the other side of the room where she was buried deep under the covers on her own bed. "Y/n wake up!"

"Mm..." She grumbled, pulling a pillow over her head.

"We woke up late, everyone's headed up to the North Shore already." Mingyu scrambled around the room, gathering all his belongings needed for the one hour trip up to the northern point of the island.

"Fuck!" Y/n shot up, grabbing her phone to check the time.

7:42 am.

They had all agreed on leaving the hotel by 6am, a few of the boys wanting to catch the morning surf before the waves died down. They had been so tired from the day before and had forgotten to set an alarm before bed.

The group chat had been actively making jokes just an hour ago about how the two most likely have forgotten because they were far too busy doing..... other things the night before, deciding to head up without them.

"I'll text them that we're leaving soon." Y/n typed away as Mingyu slipped into the bathroom to change and wash up.

She was sitting on the bed waiting for her turn when a knock on the door pulled her out of her trance. She wasn't a morning person and it took her some time to finally wake her body up.

To her surprise, Seungcheol was behind the door. "I woke up late too." He grumbled.

"Morning." Mingyu nodded, walking out of the bathroom "Stink, bathroom's all yours."

"I'll wait for you guys in the lobby." He turned his heel.

Just what she needed. An hour ride with Mingyu and Seungcheol.

Fun.

The were in the car in no time, neither one of them uttering a single word to another as Mingyu cruised along highway.

There wasn't much to talk about, and she was more than happy to take in the views of the lush greenery that surrounded them – pulling her film camera out every once and a while to capture the beauty.

"Can we listen to more calmer music, the bass on this thing is making me car sick." Y/n groaned, reaching over to grab Mingyu's phone out of the cupholder – unlocking the device with ease.

He had been using the same passcode for nearly ten years and had yet to change it. Claiming that he'd just forget it.

"Here." Seungcheol's hand stretched out from the backseat, his palm opened with a single candy resting. "It's ginger candy. Helps with motion sickness. Figured you– we would need it."

Y/n hesitantly grabbed it from his hand. "Thanks."

Popping the hard candy in to her mouth, she went back to scrolling through Mingyu's endless playlists – unable to find the right one to match the current mood.

A particular one had caught her eye, letting out a laugh. "Is this– oh my god." She flashed the screen to him, earning a laugh from him as well. "Why do you have my getting ready playlist saved?"

"It has good songs!" He defended. "I listen to it when I work out."

This sent her into more fits of laughter, clutching her stomach as she imagined him bench pressing while the City Girls blared loudly through his headphones. "You're so dumb."

"Maneater keeps my reps on pace."

"Stop– oh my god stop my stomach hurts. Don't talk." She wiped the moisture from her eyes, using another free hand to hit his shoulder.

"If you're not going to pick a playlist, can I have the AUX?" Seungcheol wasn't entertained.

In fact, he didn't find a single part of the interaction funny.

Y/n sat back up, clearing her throat once she had finally calmed down – passing the wire that was once connected to Mingyu's phone over to him.

Within seconds the voice of her favorite artist played loudly in the car.

Supercut by Lorde.

This was also her playlist.

The one she had shared to him months before.

She knew he was staring at her.

She could feel his eyes.

As the beat began to pick up, she felt Mingyu's hand rest on her knee – his fingers drumming along to the song.

"In your car, the radio up. We keep tryin' to talk about us. I'm someone, you may be my love." He nodded, looking over at her – waiting for her to join in.

He also knew this was her favorite song – the two having their fair share of blaring this loudly in his car back home, singing at the top of their lungs as they sped through the road.

"I'll be your quiet afternoon crush. Be your violent overnight rush. Make you crazy over my touch." A small smile crept on her lips as she followed his movements, swaying their bodies to the side.

Moments like this was when she appreciated how well he was able to pick up on her body language and silent thoughts – easily distracting her from any thoughts that could cause her to feel uneasy.

"I should have stayed back." Seungcheol shook his head as he watched the two make fools of themselves – his fingers hovering over the skip button.

He didn't skip it. He allowed for the queue'd music to play on, opting to look down at his phone as they went on singing every single word of the song.

"I'm hungry." Y/n sighed, as the next song played.

"They're gonna meet us at the Sunrise Shack, can you hold off for a thirty-five more minutes?" Mingyu asked, glancing at the navigation.

"I packed some spam musubi's from last night." Seungcheol offered, digging into his backpack to pull out a small tightly wrapped rice and ham combo.

Shaking her head. "I don't like–"

"Y/n doesn't like cold warm food." Mingyu replied at the same time.

"What he said."

Maybe he really didn't know her.

And maybe, they weren't acting.

・゜゜・．・゜゜・．・゜゜・．・゜゜・．

Y/n watched from her towel as the boys caught one wave after another, laughing whenever one of them lost their footing – sending them tumbling in to the water.

She was beginning to grow bored of sitting in the same spot, but considering the only other option was to walk around the stores a few miles down with Sunhee and Eunji, Jeonghan's fiance, she decided to stay back. She was in no mood to pretend to be close to the girl.

Not after last night.

In the moment of silence, the girl began to replay her and Seungcheol's conversation in her head.

She couldn't believe she was stupid enough to allow Mingyu to talk her into pretending to date him.

Even stupider to believe it would even work.

He was right. He did know her.

He knew when she was lying.

He knew that she wouldn't have dared considered seeing Mingyu in the same romantic light she had seen him.

But that was as far as it went.

He only knew her the same way the rest of their friends did.

Y/n began to think that maybe, if she would have waited it out longer instead of making him choose – things would have been different.

She would have gotten what she wanted.

"You okay?" Jeonghan's voice pulled her out of her thoughts.

Digging his board down into the sand, he took a seat next to her – looking out into the distance where the rest of the guys were slowly paddling back in.

"Yeah, just thinking." Y/n pulled her lips into a tight smile.

"You made the right choice, you know." He spoke.

"What?" She turned to face him.

"Picking Mingyu." He continued. "He's always had some weird soft spot for you. And I know I don't know much about what you and Seungcheol went through– but– You deserve someone who's willing to drop anything to make sure you're happy. You're Mingyu's Sunhee"

She felt guilty.

Aside from Minghao, Jeonghan was someone who she had grown close to within the group. She found many nights confiding all her secrets to him during their late study sessions at the library.

He was easy to open up to and it broke her heart when he had decided to take a job offer across the country – losing that one person she was able to make a genuine connection with.

She wanted to tell him that it was all a lie, that they were pretending just so she could get a rise out of Seungcheol in hopes that he would realize what he was missing.

But she couldn't.

She was embarrassed.

"Snorkle time!" Mingyu cheered with Seokmin, placing their boards right next Jeonghan's.

"Hi." Mingyu smiled down at her, leaning down to place a kiss on her cheek; just missing her lips by a few centimeters.

Taking both of them by surprise, their eyes wide once he had straightened out – luckily for them, no one had seemed to catch on to this.

"Can we slow down on the itinerary, I'm exhausted." Minghao whined, dragging his board behind him – dropping down on to the sand.

"I second that." Jeonghan sighed, laying down. "I want to nap."

"No none of that." Mingyu shook his head, grabbing either one of their arms to pull them up. "Come on let's go go go go!"

"Please tell your him to shut up." Minghao groaned, plopping back down once Mingyu had let go.

"Bug, chill." She laughed as she watch Minghao curl into a ball – groaning about how his body will be feeling sore until next month.

"Boooooo!" He gave her a thumbs down. "Boooooo!"

・゜゜・．・゜゜・．・゜゜・．・゜゜・．

"You almost kissed me earlier."

"My bad." He yawned, keeping his eyes on the road.

After a long day of water activities and going around the shops of the North Shore, they were finally making their way back to the hotel. Y/n couldn't be more glad at the thought of being able to wash the salt water and sand off her skin and laying down on the soft mattress.

She was also grateful that Seungcheol didn't need to ride back with them – hopping into the Jeonghan's rental after they had finished off eating at the local shave ice stand.

"I was shocked too, I was too hyper at the time." Mingyu continued, fiddling with the nobs of the A/C unit when he noticed her shiver from the corner of his eyes. "Better?"

Y/n nodded. "No kissing okay? It's weird."

"You're a bad kisser, huh?" He teased.

"I don't know. Ask Seungcheol."

"Gross." He stuck his tongue out.

"Besides, pretty sure you have rabies."

Playing along with her joke, Mingyu rolling up his sleeve to flash her his bicep. "I got my shots up to date."

"Stupid." She snorted, going back to scrolling on her instagram – liking all the posts her friends have uploaded from today's activities.

Y/n felt warmth bubbling in her heart as she saw each and every carousel containing some sort of group pictures. She had missed this – when their group was complete, with no care in the world.

It brought her back to the time when they were all blissfully unaware of the real world; making the most of their college experience.

Before jobs, feelings, and schedules complicated their lives.

"Wanna hear something funny?" She asked, keeping her eyes trained on her screen.

She was looking at Sunhee's post – holding a bowl of shave ice nearly the size of her head with Seungcheol smiling widely in the back.

"Don't I ever?" Mingyu replied sarcastically.

"Jeonghan said I was your Sunhee."

Mingyu remained silent.

"Isn't that hilarious?" She turned her head to face his profile. "You would never put someone through what Seungcheol put me through because of me, right?"

"I'm afraid of commitment but I'm not an asshole, y/n." He glanced at her.

"I'm not Sunhee then... right?"

"I mean, in a way–"

"What do you mean in a way? We're nowhere near like them."

Their dynamic was a stark contrast to Seungcheol and Sunhee's.

Sure, they were very close – knowing each other better than they know themselves. But they knew boundaries.

They knew when to draw the line when it came to friendship, refusing to tread into dangerous waters because that's all they were.

Friends.

Two people, of the opposite gender, can be friends.

"Look, you're my best friend. We have our moments, but yeah- if you being my Sunhee means I'd do anything for you, then maybe?"

"You wouldn't do anything for me."

"Yeah I would." He defended.

"Mingyu, let's be real here." Y/n pressed.

The thing was, she didn't want to be Sunhee. She would never want to be the reason why her best friend's significant other felt insecure – the reason why they would come second best.

She would never wish her position on anyone.

Especially not someone who Mingyu loved.

"I am!" He chuckled. "Maybe I won't cancel on my date last minute for you for a little headache, but if it came down to making sure you're okay, yeah– I'll do anything for you."

He was being serious.

His tone matching his words.

"But I'm not Sunhee." She pressed.

She had her mind set on not wanting to be Sunhee.

She was y/n. She knew Jeonghan was simply making an analogy earlier, but the girl didn't want to be her. Not to Seungcheol, and defenitely not to Mingyu.

"No, you're right. You're y/n. My best friend" He sent her a warm smile, reaching over to give her knee a squeeze. "We're, as you would say, for lifers."

What the girl in the passenger seat didn't know was that she was his Sunhee.

She was the girl that he had fallen in love with.

The girl that he searched for in every other person he tried to date.

If she was his Sunhee then he was her Seungcheol.

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giulzart · 7 months

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Selfishly thinking that Orion could be persuaded to act in one of the band music video. Just once.

Anyway, go play @infamous-if cause it’s amazing!

Little bonus, I put the rambly scenario that sprouted these under the cut in case you wanna know more 🤷‍♀️

It’s got to be a team effort and a chore to get Orion on board but somehow they manage to convince him in the end(cause he got a soft spot). In my head the idea was Violet and Rowan’s, Iris jumped right in cause it sounded fun and then Jazzy and Devyn joined in. Chris tagged along too cause heck yeah. They all come up with a list of pros and cons cause they know that Orion will fight against it, but thanks to Devyn they come up with sound and logical enough reasons. Rowan and Violet do the presentation and after a lot of debate, Orion accept in the end to everyone (and his own) disbelief. The video is a success, the views count gets higher and half the comment are about Orion.The band tease him relentlessly and Orion swears never again. The end.

#infamous if #infamous #infamous violet #infamous oc #violet rose #i blame the very cool photoshoot I found on Pinterest that inspired me to do these #they are on a bridge or a rooftop you decide cause I couldn’t #listen I love all the seven drama but Orion is the reason why I started to play the game #read his description and I was like yep thanks I’m sold I’ll have him #also I know Orion would never but a girl can dream #plus the views would skyrocket so it’s good business #just unprofessional but yk #also the song is leave before you love me but zayn Malik cover cause I like the vibe better #I was debating with so many songs for these #in the end it was either belladonna by Ava max she or borderz by zayn #then I found this cover and I was like this fits violet and Orion better in my head so here we are #I’m a pop junky what can I saw #I’m sorry i only have infamous in my head rn #on a side note for the little scenario imagine Orion’s colleague from Carolina records seeing the video and sputtering coffee all over #cause yes he looks like a model from a perfume ad #okay I’m done rambling go play the game #my art #illustration

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theguardianace · 2 months

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my dream "sekai meet" scenario is vbs enrolling in a vocaloid appreciation event and realizing they can't NOT do it with the actual hatsune miku herself. its risky yeah and it might raise a lot of questions they do not know if they can answer but after everything she's done to help them, it would just feel. wrong. to leave her out.

it also means akito has to painstakingly, begrudgingly, crawl his way onto the rooftop to ask rui of all people if he, by chance, could somehow make them a device or something that could project, theoretically, someone who lives in their phone or something maybe, not actually because hahah wouldn't that be crazy hatsune miku isn't real but if she was. if he could make something for that so they could perform together.

and rui just. whips the thing out of his backpack. already made. akito has a million question but rui's only one is if his miku is a cat, too.

#kohane rotating the story in her brain for a moment and suddenly screaming “PROJECT WONDER”#i love making these scenarios half of them are genuine moments of trust and understanding #and all of them are sheer crack #i have a tenmas one too i think is really funny #tsukasa playing piano with miku in his living room one evening and her asking if he would come to sekai and teach her a song #saki later coming in sitting by the piano and talking to miku a bit since nobody is home and its nice to play this piano sometimes #only for tsukasa to pop back out of sekai halfway though their conversation #insert the spiderman meme

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laugtherhyena · 2 months

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3:23AM, time to post Hatamori fankid and retreat back into my hiding hole

#this is what i was referring to in my last post #sometimes ideas will just pop into my head and i will be unable to resist the urge #i missed sprite editing. it had been a while since i last made a person's sprite #anyways her name is Akira and I haven't decided if it's Akira Tomori or Akira Hatano yet #i like both of their surnames a bunch #thinking of her from a scenario where Ayame and Kizuna survive the kg and get together a while afterwards #Akira is adopted. obviously. Her biological parents died in the tragedy she was adopted at around 4-6 years old #doesn't remember how her bio parents where because she was like? 1-2 years old when they died?#being with them in whatever happened that led to their deaths she may have some form of memory problem from the accident(?)#Akira is pretty forgetful and slow on the uptakes. but it's nothing too worrisome #she doesn't actually care that she can't remember her bio parents because the family she has now is much more important to her #she takes more after Kizuna especially in tems of personality (tho definitely not as bad as she used to be in Dra if you know what i mean)#put them in a room together and they will gossip and talk about random shit for hours #she loves Ayame too! they just don't talk a much? Akira used to follow her everywhere when she was a kid but now that she grew up #Ayame being the awkward-ish person she is struggles a bit on how to talk/interact with her #they work out together sometimes and Ayame will always volunteer to listen to Akira play some new song she's writing #and give her opinions on it #as you can see she is a musician. aspiring rockstar specifically #this came to her as a way to vent about the tragedy and all that mess sorta #may ramble more some other time i am getting sleepy #dra #danganronpa another #fankid #hatamori #sprite edit #edit #hyena scribbles #Akira Tomori Hatano

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lre333 · 1 year

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(found)family dynamics ft. nose presets by @kashisun 🖤

Y’ALL i can’t wait for you to get your hands on these amazing presets - MARINE, you mfkin’ DID THAT, OKAY?!! *inSPIRED* had me up playin in CAS, making up whole damn backstories for sims i just met ~sigh~ they already got theme songs and nicknames cuz you had the NERVE to pop off on these wonderfully unique, character-filled, deeply customizable schnoz shapes ~ i’m in love <3333

a lil scenario occured while i was putting the family together, learning their quirks and how they interact with each other - an entire mess XD

in order of appearance :

vanity ; as “i’m watching my shows” non-snitchin’ witness / too pretty for this

snickers ; as accident-prone troublemaker crybaby / jealous he’s not the baby

ariel ; as perpetually sick-of-this-shit scandalized younger sibling / good sport

hunny ; as not the mess but has something to say about it / lowkey accomplice

mamma neptune ; as rough-edged at work, soft toward the children / the glue

#sims 4 cas #black simmer #simblr #kashisun cc #LOOK AT MY SON !! PRIDE IS NOT THE WORD I'M LOOKING FOR ; THERE IS SO MUCH MORE INSIDE ME NOW (hate hamilton now but there was a moment and #this song kept blasting through my head as i looked adoringly at my babies during creation lskjfsl i'll forgive myself; too busy doting)#mamma neptune had pretty girl rock by keri wilson as his theme song 💅🏾 -tucks a hair behind his ear- he's my saltyseadog bbygurl i love #they have regular names but i thought the nicknames are more fun for the scenario #btw snickers calls himself that so he can yell back WHAT DID YOU JUST CALL ME?! at nonblack ppl when they say his name - he's a menace to #yt society; everyone clap - also he busted his face in a mosh pit and then proceeded to cry abt it while thrashing cuz ofc💔 let it out bb~#he's always pestering ariel and she threatens him back but it's all games - they ride for each other heavy ; ariel is actually older than #snickers but she's the last to join the family and hasn't been out as long so he acts like older brother and she doesn't mind; they're both #trans bbies -mamma neptune is cis by his definition but welcomes a faggy she/her as appropriate address to his person ~ hunny is moc/fluid;#vanity is everything darling✨ they remind me of a friend so they feel extra special to me ; which wasn't intentional but i'm vibing ~#tired of typing now kthxbye💞#tw blood #probably

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frecklystars · 8 months

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feels really awful not drawing my red energon necklace on me anymore. it also feels awful when I do draw it though, like i used to feel rly happy bc it's a reminder of how loved TF made me feel but now it's just a reminder that i've lost it and i'm! always! scared i'll never get that back! i keep trying to imagine starlight would want me to wear it but its so fucking hard to imagine him being kind towards me when i have months of trauma and abuse that have convinced me the exact opposite. that's why im making so much fanart instead of self ship. thats why i still only doodled one (1) ship art w/ ken and i'm facing away from the camera bc i cannot stand to draw myself with or without the necklace. i hate thinking about it i hate lingering over that empty area. i hate missing him. i fucking hate missing him. im not supposed to miss any of those characters like this. this was never supposed to happen to me. i didn't deserve ANY of that shit my abuser put me through. i just want everything taken away from me to finally be mine again

#been drawing myself wearing barbie's locket or ken's chain #just to fill that empty space because idk what else to do!!!!#i tried drawing the red energon necklace while im holding hands w/ six #and it felt so fucking Bad it was like oh. why would i wear that if it's never gonna feel better again #would stsc even want me to wear it anymore. does he even still love me #i keep trying to imagine that he misses me and hes just waiting for me to come back #sitting in our meadow holding the necklace for me stargazing and wondering if im ok #but TF being a literal fucking trigger makes it SO FUCKING HARD to think of fluffy scenarios #when someone spent months telling me how abusive they would all be and how vile they are #i love barbie. i love ken. i love six. i love sebastian. but it is absolutely fucking nothing compared to what i had w/ starscream #and im. nevergonna get it back am i #the pain is so tremendous and when i lose barbie/ken/six/etc etc idk what im gonna do #i felt so good watching the barbie movie today i watched it TWICE since its the last day in theaters #and then on the way home a starkeri song came on shuffle #and i fucking lost it i had to pull over bc i started crying so hard #what the fuck is wrong with me!!!!!!!!#vent

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poliodeuces · 11 months

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someday i'll step on the soil of that planet with my own feet / a pipe dream finally turning into a worthless reality

saito soma- crystal world

#saito soma #soma saito #what a nice name #斉藤壮馬 #seiyuu #france art #i like that line #in the context of the song it's smth the person says after locking them up in a safe room or a vehicle to escape to another planet #and the persona is uncertain if he'll ever follow or see this person again #bc it's a saito soma song it's scifi of course and i think the title is literally a jg ballard reference #song is full of 'it's okay's and 'we'll be fine' and 'how can you laugh at a situation like this'...empty comfort at doomsday #idk idk something abt a dream coming true but under the worst circumstances ever (world is crumbling dying etc etc #which is a classic soma scenario #this guy kills all his characters and for what #i support his love for apocalyptic fiction and unintentionally romantic non-romance music abt people promising to meet in the afterlife

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otrtbs · 2 years

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RIGHT WHERE YOU LEFT ME

PAIRING: PAST BARTYLUS, PRESENT JEGULUS

WORD COUNT: 2.6K

SUMMARY: After a breakup that leaves Barty unable to move on, his ex calls him up to share some news. (Angst!central)

(This is just based on Right Where You Left Me by Taylor Swift except it's Barty w dust collecting on his pinned up hair and Regulus with a wife (James) out there AND it's a little cringe so it's okay if you close your eyes. I did it because I'm in a mood™️ and I didn't know what to do about it.)

He likes to think that nothing’s changed about this place. He comes here almost every day anyway, so he’s more than sure that he would notice any changes, from new floor tiles right down to a new crack in the ceiling. No, everything’s the same. Pristine and preserved in its own dilapidated hole-in-the-wall way. That’s why he likes it so much. It's easier to pretend here.

A waitress in a black apron refills his coffee without a word before she tends to another table. She's new. She started at the beginning of the week, and she doesn't know him yet, but she will soon enough. All the people who work here do. Barty bounces his leg nervously and watches the steam rise from his cup as it dissipates slowly in furled clouds. He runs his thumb over the corner of the wooden table, the corner closest to the wall. He feels the rough etching under his fingertip.

‘B+R’

Two distinguished little letters, rough under Barty’s thumb. His old car keys were used to carve a place for him and Regulus. Edges that were once smooth, now jagged and worn, though no less prominent. This was their table. This place was always theirs, even if Barty was the only one who seemed to remember it.

Barty takes a long drink of his coffee, even though it’s still too hot. It stings on the way down and makes his eyes water. It’s bitter, it’s grounding.

“Hey, Barty.”

Barty can hardly stand to look at him, but he does anyway. A small uncertain smile and ridiculously curly hair. His green eyes glinting in the warm golden light.

He looks nervous and Barty’s mouth betrays him when he finds himself smiling back as Regulus slides into the booth across from him.

Even now he’s still trying to assure Regulus. Everything is okay, or it can be. He does his best to twist his smile into an arrogant smirk. Some expression of cool indifference, but Barty isn’t so sure it’s working.

They don’t say anything for a moment. The waitress floats by and offers Regulus water, tea, or coffee. He accepts the latter with his trademark quiet and stiff politeness. Remnants from his parents.

“This place hasn’t changed a bit,” Regulus remarks, taking a look around. “I haven’t been here in a while-"

Two years and seven months but who’s counting?

“-but it really is the same,” Regulus finishes and his eyes dart towards Barty’s right hand that was still resting on the carved outline of their initials. Instinctively, Barty pulled his hand into his lap as if the table carving had burned him. Regulus tries to catch Barty’s eye, but Barty turns to study the table in front of him. Chrome edges and red peeling plastic.

He's afraid that if he looks at Regulus for long enough he might say something stupid. His feeble heart is already too excited at being in close proximity to him again.

“This table’s seen a lot,” Regulus continues to try, his mouth downturned but his green eyes glimmer with memories. Barty knows he’s supposed to speak, he’s supposed to say something, anything, but he doesn’t trust his voice not to crack and waver just yet.

It was true, what Regulus said. This table had been witness to birthday celebrations, the birth of their friendship, anniversary lunches, teenage make-out sessions, epic fights, drunken nights out that turned into early mornings, the start and end of their relationship.

Regulus let out an awkward cough. It was now way past the acceptable amount of time for Barty to remain silent. He needed to say something, anything.

Thankfully, the new waitress came by with Regulus’ coffee, giving Barty a few seconds of respite under Regulus’ gaze. Regulus always had a knack for quiet study. Tender observation. He hardly spoke much because he didn’t have to, his eyes said it all, and right now, they were looking increasingly worried for Barty. He was scrambling to keep himself together, to hold up a semblance of a façade.

“You look good, Reg,” Barty said finally. It was the honest truth, but Barty’s voice was a little sharper and colder than he meant it to be. It was like he was making a dig at Regulus somehow without meaning to. He moved to grip the warm coffee cup in his hands, just to give them something to do. The heat was comforting. He was too nervous for his own good.

With Regulus here, sitting across from him over a cup of coffee, it might as well have been two years ago, or four. Even though he was nearly shaking, something about Regulus being here felt more right than things had in years.

“You look good too, Barty.”

Liar.

Barty could feel the dark circles under his eyes. The purple rings stood as a testament to his tormented sleep. He could see in his own eyes that he'd lost some magic Regulus took with him the day he left. He wasn't sure how to get it back.

“Evan says you’re well. Fancy job, nice place, all that.” This part was much quieter. Much softer.

After the breakup, Evan was Switzerland, but he tried to help each of them as best he knew how. He was desperate to instill a sense of peace after the chaos.

For Regulus, Evan helped by assuring him that Barty was doing okay. Constantly providing reassurance that Barty was fine, happy even. Moving onwards and upwards. That he definitely wasn’t still visiting the same diner and sitting in the same booth everyday waiting for Regulus to walk in again and sit across from him so they could pick up where they left off. He definitely wasn’t doing that. That would be absurd.

For Barty, this peace was achieved by ensuring he never heard the name Regulus Black uttered ever again.

Barty nodded slowly. “Yeah, I do alright for myself.”

That was an understatement. He didn’t know how to tell Regulus that it was all for him. The job, the interviews in the paper, the place he bought on the street they both loved. Everything was always done with Regulus at the forefront of his mind. Done so that Regulus might see and come back. A desperate cry to be remembered. Barty had a cat now, and he was responsible for keeping several plants alive. Regulus would be proud if he could see it all. Barty could be responsible. He could care for other things besides himself. He could grow up. He’d done this all for Regulus of course, but now that Regulus was here, in front of him again, he felt too pathetic to bring any of it up.

Barty didn’t have much in the aftermath of Regulus, but he could have what was left of his dignity if he tried.

“Listen,” Regulus began tapping his fingers methodically on the table. All around them people were eating. Silverware clashing and clattering around the quiet conversations and murmurs of the masses. The sound of eggs frying and the scent of maple syrup. It was late enough in the night that eating breakfast at this hour was more than acceptable. “I appreciate you agreeing to meet with me. I know that you didn’t want anything to do with me after things…ended between us.”

“After you ended things between us,” Barty quipped quickly.

Pathetic.

But it was the truth. Regulus was the one who walked away. Barty was just stating a fact.

Regulus closed his mouth quickly before he let out a heavy sigh through his nose. He had been thinking about this. Barty could tell.

“We wanted different things, Barty. I wanted to grow up. I wanted to start thinking about a serious career and getting a house and-“

Barty was doing his best not to squirm under Regulus’ stare.

“And you weren’t ready for that. You still wanted to go out every night, you quit jobs left and right, and you were fine crashing on other people's sofas. You were always seeking the next thrill, and that worked for you, but it didn’t work for me anymore. It’s no one’s fault, we just wanted different things,” Regulus finished, looking incredibly forlorn all of a sudden.

You could’ve waited. You could've given me time to want the things that you want. Because I’m here now. I want what you want. With you. I have a house now, and a serious career. All that’s missing is you.

Regulus ran one of his hands through his hair when Barty made no indication that he was going to speak.

“Actually, that’s kind of what I wanted to talk to you about,” Regulus began again. He was talking in that calm measured tone he reserved for his brother when he thought there would be an emotional outburst. His eyes were searching Barty’s face for any sign of emotion, any semblance of understanding. “Settling down.”

Barty wondered how completely ridiculous he would look if he placed both hands over his ears and refused to keep listening. How horrible would it be if he dumped his remaining hot coffee into Regulus' lap purposefully on accident? His mouth was dry and his heart hammered wildly.

This isn’t how it was supposed to go. Because when Regulus had called him up and asked him to talk, Barty had thought about how this moment would go every night in excruciating detail since that phone call. Regulus even let Barty pick the place to meet.

So yes, Barty already knew how this was supposed to play out. Regulus was supposed to come in here and talk about regrets and mistakes and trying again. He was supposed to cry a little and tell some jokes and maybe even plead. He was supposed to say that Evan told him how well Barty was doing and he was supposed to apologize for being wrong about him. He was supposed to come in here and be reminded by the booth in the back and the initials carved into the table that he and Barty were meant to be. And then Barty was supposed to put up a little fight first. He was supposed to pretend like he hadn’t thought about taking Regulus back every day since he left. Like he hadn’t been at this booth every day in a futile attempt to repeat the past. And then they were supposed to try again. But instead, Regulus was looking at him with his beautiful green sympathetic eyes. He was talking to him in that soft tone he reserved for wounded animals and scared children and upset brothers. He was settling down. And it very clear it wasn’t going to be with Barty. This isn’t how it was supposed to go at all.

“—think you’d really like him. James. In any case, I’m sure he’d like you. He’s annoying like that. He gets along with everyone. I think it's his laugh, or maybe his smile. In any case I-”

Barty had come back into focus in the middle of Regulus’ sentence. He had a skull-splitting headache all of a sudden and the pounding in his head was making it extremely difficult to concentrate.

“Why are you telling me this?” Barty’s voice sounded like it was coming out warped and distorted as if he had been plunged into a nightmare even though he couldn’t remember falling asleep.

Regulus' face, which had been so full of light and joy at the mere mention of James, suddenly became extremely serious. “I’m going to ask him to marry me, Barty.”

“Fuck you.” The words slipped out before Barty could stop them.

“Barty, just listen—“

Barty shook his head sharply, trying not to wince at the sharp pain in his temples. “No. No. We haven’t spoken in a long time, Regulus. You could’ve gone about your life and married fucking James and not called some ridiculous meeting about it. I would have preferred that even- never speaking to you again.”

Barty was trying infuriatingly hard to use his sharp tongue to cut Regulus to shreds. To make him bleed like Barty was bleeding. It was no use though, Barty’s tongue was a dull, heavy lead, ladened by shock.

“I just thought it was best for you to hear it from me,” Regulus said into the ensuing silence. “I didn’t want you to hear it from Evan or Pandora, and I owed you more than a phone call about it. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be,” Barty sniffed. “It makes no difference to me what you do.”

Are you happy?

Do you miss me at all?

If I asked you not to marry him would you give us another chance?

Of course, he wouldn’t. Barty could tell by the brief mention of James’ name that Regulus was in love with him. The way saying James’ name made him blush just slightly, the way he would have to look down at his folded hands on the table to hide a tender smile. Barty was convinced he knew Regulus better than Regulus knew himself, and he certainly knew that look.

It wasn’t that long ago Barty was the reason for that look. It used to be his favorite color, the shade of pink Regulus’ cheeks would turn whenever he said Barty’s name. Whenever he made Barty laugh. The faintest color of dawn splashed across his cheekbones. The first flower in Spring.

But that color couldn’t be his anymore. That color belonged to James now. Regulus has given that brilliant pink over to him happily, and Barty hadn’t even noticed.

He was too busy sitting in this stupid diner while Regulus was busy moving on.

A different waitress came by with their bill. An older woman Barty and Regulus knew well. Her eyes sparkled as she returned their cards to them. “It is so lovely to see you two back at this table again. The place hasn’t been quite right without the both of you causing trouble back here.” She flashed them a toothy grin.

Regulus gave her a strained smile as Barty let out a sharp laugh at the irony. It cut through the room.

Finally. He needed his edge.

“Well,” Regulus began, moving to stand. “I’ll see you around.” He immediately and visibly cringed at that sentence and Barty couldn’t help but give him a lopsided smile, despite himself. He wanted to be angry, he was angry, but he also loved him. He always had. He probably always will.

“Yeah. You know where to find me,” Barty responded sarcastically.

Regulus arched an eyebrow in his direction. “Do I?”

Right where you left me.

For a moment it felt like they could be them again. Stupid back-and-forth banter, shaking hands from too much caffeine, eye rolls, crooked grins, and all.

But there was James. Regulus and James would get married. They’d have a house and a garden and James probably pretended to love Regulus’ atrocious cooking that Barty wouldn’t tolerate. They’d decorate for Christmas, travel the world, and adopt children. They wouldn’t fight— not like Barty and Regulus fought. Barty found it thrilling and passionate, and Regulus did too once until one day he woke up and suddenly found it all immature and pointless. Regulus would move forward and Barty would still be at the diner, stuck at their booth, hopelessly in love with Regulus Black.

And the sad thing was, Regulus wouldn’t think about any of these things at all. He would never come back to this diner or sit in this booth, or wish for past. He wouldn't know all the waitresses by name, or think about all the summer evenings spent with Barty by his side. He wouldn’t run his finger over their carved initials. He wouldn’t think about Barty at all.

Barty felt his semblance of a smile fall.

Regulus wouldn't know where to find Barty. Barty was in a part of the past Regulus couldn't get to. A place where Regulus didn't want to get to.

“No,” Barty shook his head. “No, I guess you don’t.”

#this is mainly for emma #bc i love them and they encourage all my follies #<333 #regulus black #bartylus #nat writes #james potter #idk what's up with me #im just chilling #but this was kinda fun if cringe i can't lie #because i always imagine scenarios like this when i listen to music #it was high time i wrote something abt it #the marauders brainrot yk?#when i write one of these based on a mitski song then what?

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zcls · 2 years

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slow like honey, z.cl

synopsis: chenle only cared about two things— basketball and making his family proud. when the two important things in his life go sideways because of his literature grade, he comes to you, an afternoon tutor, for assistance. slow like honey, you help the boy keep his basketball career and finally meet the approval of his family, while also falling in love within the process. genre: gn!reader x chenle, fluff, secret admirer (beginning), strangers to lovers!au, basketball player!au, tutor!au, healing a broken heart!au, opposites attract!au. sm!au. the list goes on! warnings: mild and suggestive language throughout, mentions of partying and alcohol, talk of bad parents in later chapters, possible future suggestive content, nothing too bad! featuring: nct dream entirely, other nct members occasionally, some stray kids members, tbz members, txt and treasure members from time to time mentioned as well!

chapters 00. abby lee dance company introductions 00, pt 2. ballers introductions 01. seungmin is destroying the toilet! 02. tutoring and a little bit of sass. 03. are we serious right now? 04. soft eyes and first encounters 05. games, gossip and gingerale 06. romance and bit of bro-loving 07. first date with basketball boy!

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yesyourstalker · 5 months

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Another draft dump the stuff that I started but never finished or this didn't have any contacts to add it.

Some of it is a little bit 🔞 only like a little bit like it's mild as fuck.

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Neta: not every long trip to the bathroom is a crisis mahi!! ......... Sometimes I just need to take a shit.

Mahi: 45 minutes though????

Neta: I don't have good eating habits

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Mahi: sorry about my boss he's mentally ill

Customer: I figured

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Ikkan: slopping spree??

Noji: shut up It was a good name at the time, okay?

Ikkan: slopping spree??? Hehehehehe sloppy spree!??!!

Noji: shut up!

Ikkan: slopping spreehehehahahahaha.... Hey babe!

Neta: hem?

Ikkan: You. Me. tonight? We're going to have a -hahahahahah we gonna have a slopping spreehehehehe * inhale* hahahahahahahaha.!!!!

Noji:...................

Ikkan: All right, all right. I'm done. I'm sorry... Hahahahahahaha!

Noji: they call me the immature one

Ikkan: slopping spree!!!! I can't.... Hahahahaah I can't breathe. Hahahahahah

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Neta: well we're locked out

Ikkan: Why are are we locked out

Warabi: he dropped his apartment key

Neta: drop my key

Ikkan: how are you going to get inside

Warabi: your key

Neta: can't

Warabi: why not?

Neta: he left it

Ikkan: I forgot

Warabi: call cirrina

Neta: can't

Warabi: why not

Ikkan: not here

Neta: at her mom's

Warabi: we can pick the lock.

Ikkan: we can't

Warabi: Why not?

Ikkan: we need a pick

Neta: we don't have a lockpick

Warabi: we can try a fin pick

Neta: can't

Ikkan: not possible

Warabi: how come

Ikkan: we don't have fins why would we have a fin pick

Warabi: oh yeah

Neta: I can call a locksmith

Ikkan: we can't

Neta: why

Warabi: they're closed

Ikkan: they close at 6

Neta: ok so now what

Warabi: I don't know

Ikkan: don't you have a spare key

Neta: I don't

Ikkan: Why not?

Neta: didn't get to it

Ikkan: should of made a copy

Mahi: I have a copy

Warabi: mahi has a copy

Ikkan: we can use their copy

Neta: where did they find a copy?

Mahi: made it

Ikkan: they made it

Neta:... Ok......................... wait...... MAHI! when did you get here

Mahi: I was bored so I was going to sneak into your place to play your Nintendo... So you need to get into your place or what?

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Warabi: what do you mean? I'm not your work wife. I thought we loved each other??

Neta: No you are not my work wife. You're not even close to it.

Warabi: how about your work child?

Neta: No Mahi is my work child.....*sigh* ....who is currently high and trying to hide it... What did I tell you about that, managers cannot be high at work.

Mahi: I got them from his apartment. Don't tell him

Neta: I'm right here

Mahi: oh ..... I got them from his apartment. Don't tell him. Hehehehe

Neta: mkay..... Anyway, the closest person to a work spouse is probably...... Uhhh... Mrs Candice right here. Come here babe, She's my work wife.

Candi:awwww makes sense. You remind me a lot of my actual hubby hehehehehe

Warabi: that what makes her your work spouse and not me?

Neta: We're the oldest, we both have kids, we talk shit. We hang out after work. We force our partners to hang around each other uhhhh we both use the same ink dye.

Candi: we went to that toxic waste concert together

Neta: yeah we did. We were so drunk! Heheh

Candi: I pierced your junk! remember after the concert?

Neta: she did! Hehehehe I was also there when you were getting Your sternum tattooed. We held hands

Warabi: didn't know you guys had such a close relationship outside of work

Candi: Yeah we're best friends. If our spouse died, do you think we would marry each other?

Neta: oh my cod yessss! Of course I'd marry you if our spouses died hehehehehehehehehe let's kill them! hehehehe

Candi: yeah let's kill them and run away together hahahahahahaa I'm pretty sure they plan on killing his first anyway heheheheheheheehe

Warabi:.....................

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[Ikkan explaining the difference between an alto clarinet and a bass clarinet]

[Baja talking about an obscure band that only consisted of clarinet players]

Ikkan: we're both autistic anr't we?

Baja: yeah

Ikkan: and we both have music based interests

Baja: yeah looks like it

Ikkan: hmm

Baja: does this mean your best friends?

Ikkan: I think so, yeah

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Neta: with one of you little shits went through our night stands and took shit?! Mahi?!

Mahi: I didn't! I stay in your living room!

Ikkan: Warabi?

Warabi: I was on a date with baja

Neta:.......... Mizole you're really quiet right now. I don't like it

Mizole:..... Why would I want to go to a shoe box you call a home when I can stay in my actual house.

Ikkan: hmm

Neta:..........

Mizole: ............ I don't see why you're so worked up. I mean what was so important in that nightstand of yours? I mean, how do you know someone went through it?

Neta: I know someone went through it because my adhesives for my insulin monitor are all messed up! Some of the candy that I have for my low blood sugar has been eaten! And my new pack of cigarettes are open!

Ikkan: our glasses or smudged! The book mark for a novel I'm reading is fucking gone along with my guitar pics! and my charging plug was detected from my vib-hm. ..............

Mizole: ........ Hm? What was the last part?

Ikkan:.. nothing.... just... don't go through our stuff. .............. [Leave]

Mizole:heh he seems on edge.. - OW! The fuck was that for!? Mahi!

Mahi: this doesn't involve me.

Neta: next time I'm going for your throat. little shit..... never step into my home again!! ......*ugh*......Ikkan.

Mahi: what was in their nightstand that was so important!

Mizole: ikkan has information and a number of the studio director and a producer. He's working with his old band front roe. They're planning on working on the soundtrack and I want to see if I can get wet fool in on it .

Mahi: Why didn't you just ask him about it?

Mizole:.... why ask when I can just steal the gig from under him and get the job before he does

Mahi:....... Okay.... Do you still have any of the candy left?

Mizole: of course I got you candy babe.

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Ikkan: what's that? What is that under your shirt?

Neta: oh it's nothing.

Ikkan: it looks like a new tattoo. Did you get a back tattoo? Let me see

Neta: babe we're in public I don't think it a good time to- ehhhhh!

Mahi: hay boss do you know where the- nevermind

Ikkan:.......... Oh Neta.............. Is that my Bass?

Neta: yeah I felt bad covering your name up with the electric eel. I wanted something dedicated to you.. and I really like your thigh tattoo with my bass. I thought that was nice so I wanted to do something matching yours.

Ikkan: oh........'made to love and to be loved'........ Neta. This is so..... Oh I don't know what to say

Neta: I was going to surprise you tomorrow after our date..... Heheh..... You've been rubbing my back for a while now... Uh-

Ikkan: close the store.

Neta: wh?

Ikkan: close the store now. We're going home.

Neta: we close in 10 minutes

Ikkan: I don't care, we're going home.

Neta: but we still have custom-

Ikkan: Neta I want you....

Neta:............. Every one leave!

Mahi: but we-

Neta: mahi you're fired get out......Warabi you're also fired leave

Warabi: what?!?!

Mahi: we're not really fired let's go.... YOU GUYS ARE GROSS

Neta: fuck you get out of my store! [Kissing]

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Neta: *snoring*

[knock knock knock]

Neta: hu uhh mehhe...... Coming! It's 2am what the fuck.... ... Mahi .. what are you doing at this time of night??

Mahi: me and Warabi got into a fight. Baja is sleeping in our bed tonight can I stay here?

Neta:....................... Come in.

Mahi: thanks...

Neta: so what was the fight about?

Mahi: something stupid. Warabi wants to get a bigger apartment and separate bedroom rooms and he wants Baja to move in. I can tell you tomorrow.....*yawn*.... Good night...*sleeping*

Neta: All right......oh you're just going to sleep in the middle of my bed with no room for me. It's okay, I don't mind....*sigh*.. I'll just sleep on the edge I guess.....*snoring*

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Mahi getting into shit @fish-at-fish-fish-resort

#neta has chronic tummy hurted disease #all he do is be eaten straight up garbage in a diet soda thinking that would cancel it out #slopping spree is a bad name chirpie chips but Jesus that name is terrible for his song #The third scenario imagine the camera circling around them while they talk kind of like that 70 show If you're old enough to know #Candi and Neta are best friends but closer #they're queer platonic if Candi's forever unnamed husband and ikkan got along That shit would be Polly #Baja is autistic and hangs out with ikkan they like to watch documentaries together #mizole being mizole loves to spite squid squad and try to screw them over. any chance he gets #i will try to draw all of Neta's tattoos maybe #I will expand on the fight mahi and Warabi had that I'm gonna finish eventually #Candi was also there for netas' back tattoo

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