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urbearfriend · 3 years
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more ranting wow <3 so unexpected
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arcanadotcom · 4 years
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𝕄𝕒𝕚𝕟 𝟞 𝕒𝕤 𝔻𝕣𝕚𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕤
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(Hi everyone! I came up with these when me and my sister went out for a quick little drive after feeling sick of staying home 😘✌🏻 my driving skills got rusty. smh!)
(This is my first time writing so i’m sorry if they’re all over the place!)
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☆ Asra
owns an old used car from the 90’s that makes you feel nostalgic
it kinda reeks of weed sometimes...
has random shit laying around the back including a blanket because he totally takes naps in the car between his classes
he’s a pretty slow driver (goes 23mph slower than the rest of traffic)
but as soon as he sees a yellow light he FLOORS IT
this lil shit never uses his blinkers...smh!
giggles when people cuss him out. he don’t give a fuck!
will always give you the aux cord because he vibes with whatever. any tunes you like, he likes too 🥰
often misses freeway exits because he’s too busy chatting with you (“wha..? oh haha...anyways!”)
he easily gets distracted with anything really, so you have to remind him to keep his eyes on the road all the time (it’s cute at first...but after a while it’s just annoying)
always offers to pick you up but never asks for gas money (pretends to forget but he just doesn’t care because it’s you and he care you <3)
overall he’s a cautious driver, he just has very erratic speed patterns and takes really shitty turns
★ Julian
has had the same old black car for about 8 years (hates that it’s a stick shift, but he got over it already)
he’s actually quite a responsible driver. doesn’t break transit rules
never got his license though, but it doesn’t really matter (u gotta do what u gotta do)
he never arrives on time, always late (super apologetic about it)
loses parking tickets and misplaces his keys all. the damn. time. so you usually end up carrying them instead
makes a HUGE fuss over your safety. please wear your seatbelt or else he will go bonkers
but at the same time will not hesitate to be your designated getaway driver (if you need to gtfo of somewhere, he will get you the fuck out of there)
he actually has to use glasses because his vision sucks and can’t read road signs. he looks so cute
his car doesn’t have an aux cord outlet, so he has a bunch of cassettes of different kinds of music ( 70’s rock, jazz, some obscure russian band, etc ) lying around. he can’t drive without music!
has a bit of road rage; if he’s with you he’ll mutter curses under his breath trying to keep composure
but when alone he will absolutely yell at people, but his way of doing it is somewhat.....endearing?
will occasionally bump into things, but has never caused any serious damage
has never been pulled over and only gets tickets due to expired parking meters in downtown (somehow manages to talk his way out of them all the time)
he’s had enough experience around the city so he talks to you about places no one really knows about
he will literally take you a random phone booth that is actually the entrance to a secret undergroung café that looks like a place where academics would hang out and conspire new literary movements
☆ Nadia
doesn’t drive, she has a chauffeur
but if she did, she would own one of those beautiful, modern, pearly off-white cars.
it’s perfectly clean, well kept and smells great
no food or drinks allowed inside. periodt
you’d probably be afraid of ruining the seat when you first get in. she assures you everything is okay
totally drives around wearing a pair of gloves, headscarf, and gorgeous sunglasses to protect herself from the sun. also because she’s so classy <3
she excels at everything in driving
flawless breaking and parking, but thinks that going around looking for a spot is a waste of time so she’d rather just pay extra for valet parking
her only flaw is that she gets super impatient with how long it takes for a red light to turn green
and she almost never stops for pedestrians
would usually call you to see if you’d like to go shopping with her or just accompany her for some errands (pls go with her she adores having you around 🥺)
doesn’t have a problem with giving you rides, but she’s always busy with a tight schedule, so rides from her are very rare
probably feels bad about it so she’ll send you an uber black instead
★ Muriel
hates going out because it means he has to drive ://
he just wants to get from point A to point B without any issues really
you’ll notice that his car always has a layer of dirt on it since he never really uses it (he doesn’t bother to give it a little wipe before hoping in)
would probably own a normal, practical car that gets the job done and doesn’t need much maintenance. nothing too fancy
.......but i really want to see him with a jeep so i’ll make him own a jeep ☺️
highkey anxious and hyperaware of his surrounding drivers
he looks too tense and grips the wheel hard....tell him to relax pls
if someone tries to pass him, he will absolutely give them a Look through the rear mirror
not one to listen to music (will sometimes turn on the radio but slams it off eventually because it’s annoying)
used to be terribly afraid of highways
mumbles and grumbles about how dangerous and stupid it is to carelessly swerve lanes just to go fast and look cool
☆ Portia
drives all the time so she’s definitely the most experienced on the road
owns a cute convertible beetle that she takes care of and loves very much ❤️ (has so many cute ass bumper stickers)
will not hesitate to change the tires on her own if needed
music is always loud and top is down most of the time
she’s got anything you might need in her glove box (hand cream? tissues? sanitizer? pocket knife? she has it yes ma’am)
when she’s by herself, laws simply do not exist
lowkey a threat to society. get her off
she goes so fucking fast like she zooms💨 down the road (mainly because she’s always on a hurry)
basically breaks whatever law she wants but once she spots a cop, citizen of the year
ohh but if you and/or anyone else is with her, it’s a whole different story
she drives carefully and slows down, would hate to put your safety at risk (same as julian)
road trips with her are THE BEST. going on drives with her always feel like a scene from a coming of age film 💕✨🧚‍♀️
★ Lucio
not necessarily an irresponsible driver, he’s just reckless and obnoxious
owns a restored, fancy vintage car that’s either red or white (his license plate is personalized, bedazzled and borderline opulent). genuinely proud of it
revs the engine just to piss people off
is always willing and able to be there for you if you need him
when he’s there to pick you up, he will absolutely make a scene for you to notice him. simply giving you a call is out of the equation!
the backseats are full of white hair...you know he brings his adored babies everywhere he goes
blasts music at an ASTRONOMICAL VOLUME and he just sits there like 🤪✌🏻🎶🕺🏼
but believe it or not, his music taste is actually really good....it slaps. so it’s okay
likes to drive fast (“oh you want to see some speed? i’ll show you some real speed”)
cannot stand traffic and slow drivers make him go batshit crazy
honks at everyone for everything but gets offended if they honk back >:(
you’ll still see him at the red light despite him doing 84 lane changes
tells you he LOVES the attention he gets because of the car, but then feels super self conscious if people stare too much or too long......although he will never admit it
this guy loves to gossip with you and likes to make fun of random pedestrians... you gotta admit he makes you snicker quite a bit. who am i kidding he’s funny as fuck of course you’re gonna laugh
doesn’t slow down for speed bumps, will blow quick kisses at the little fake cameras on top of the traffic lights, and has definitely scratched the lower sides of his car on curves more than once (*frantic wheel stirring* “not my fault not my fault!!”)
this man’s biggest struggle is parking. he cannot park for shit (secretly embarrassed about it)
it takes FOREVER for him to parallel park. might as well snooze while he’s at it
genuinely tries his best, going as far as to do the “arm behind the seat to look back” move (he wants to impress you dammit!!), but gets frustrated and gives up
so most of the time he ends up taking two spots despite trying so hard not to
gets tickets all the time (“now they’re ganging up against me! and for what?? what the fuck did i do!!”)
cannot comprehend street signs (“lucio you will get a $650 fine” “darling wdym?? it costs $650 to park here”)
going on a drive with him can be stressful and a bit crazy, but it’s always entertaining and you get the best stories to tell
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backtoyunmeng · 4 years
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ok this is me trying to reply to this, take 2. because i replied once, tried to put in a ‘read more’ so no one was forced to see my nonsense and tumblr as per usual really just....fucking deleted everything. 
now....i have to say i think they’re both giant sacks of shit, but please bear with me. 
bookverse geralt....well. when i first dipped my gay little hands into the fandom i was lead to believe that book!geralt was the superior version of geralt but uh...mmm...reading the books has been an experience. to say the least. he DOTH suffer from the ‘written by a cishet white man and therefore vaguely a self insert’ disease and it is incurable. HOWEVER, he does have some redeeming qualities in between his ‘evidently written by a man’ (pls never interact with a woman again pls & thnx) episodes. he is genuinely kind, he’s openly affectionate with those close to him and he deeply values his friends and MAKES sure they know it. he and jaskier live in one another’s pockets, they read one another for filth, and when they fight they fight the way people who know and love each other fight. and he does get called out on his BULLSHIT a lot. which doesn’t spur character growth often...i mean almost not at all, but hey. it’s something at the very least.
the funny thing about bookverse geralt is that he’s actually...really easily adaptable?? like cut out the rampant misogyny (like they did with jaskier), tune the mary sueishness right down, plan out a character arc for him (*cough*gaining self-awareness*cough*) and boom you’re done. you’ve got yourself a decent titular protagonist. 
the thing with netflix geralt is....as you said. he is SO shallow. dull as a dishwasher. and the little personality he’s got is just...so relentlessly unpleasant imo. like fandom does talk about his kindness and softness a lot but i really....don’t see much of it? on the contrary, i actually feel like netflix geralt has a lot of casual cruelty to him....which seems to be absent from other versions of this character. a lot of the dry humour also, i feel, falls flat. but what kinda annoys me the most is that he doesn’t seem to experience an ounce of growth. like we see this dude over 3 decades and he’s still drinking same old dumb bitch juice, double helpings. and it’s a shame because i feel like evolution of geralt’s principles and values would have been a great and interesting subject. but at the moment we really have this dude say EVIL IS EVIL (which in itself is a steaming pile of shite) to a girl that’s seeking revenge for her rape and exile, equating her with the creepy old wizard who ordered her rape and forced her into exile and now wants her killed. and i was like ok this is the dumbest shit i’ve ever heard but i’ve also heard a lot of the ‘well geralt isn’t your pure wholesome hero but he grows and learns from his mistakes’ so i was like...yeah ok hope he grows out of it then! and then 20 years later he says the same shit to the elves like!!!!! MY KING, FILAVADREL OF THE SILVER TOWERS is a far better man than i, cos if some IDIOT was like ‘i know humans murder you en masse every couple of yrs but u should try living with them. try being less elven lmao idk’ he would have left LIGHTLY STABBED at the very least. i say: gut him king!!! #teamelf. it’s also like so profoundly uncomfortable to watch considering how hamfistedly jewish-coded the elves are in the witcherverse. the g in geralt stands for goy lol cos he really be preaching some goyishe nonsense at the best of times. like....geralt’s mindset and morality are proven to be actively harmful to those around him but it never prompts any sort of introspection. which i find kinda infuriating. actually digging into the damage that a black and white mentality causes would have made for an interesting narrative, i think.
perhaps i’d feel different about him if he was presented as more of an antihero, but because i feel like it’s very much a ‘geralt as THE LAST GOOD MAN standing against an increasingly murky world’ set up i’m like.....PASS! the funny thing about most of antiheroes in the witcher is that when they do dodgy shit they fully know it’s dodgy, they really don’t stoop low enough to lie to themselves about it, which ironically, makes them better people than geralt, at least to me. like i hoped geralt’s character journey would be that of self- awareness and self-acceptance (mirroring yennefer’s arc of self-love and self-acceptance, which i desperately hope she gets to fully experience).  i’m supposed to be rooting for a dude who can’t even call his travel companion of 10 years a friend? lmao what a cunt. like the dude fucking BATHES HIM. 
i also just don’t get what yennefer sees in him like. she’s a brilliant driven woman. i know he canonically has a big dick but does it even count when half of it is his personality and when he starts snoring immediately after blowing his load? like i know she don’t love herself at this point but ....damn girl. like so much of what he says to her and how he is with her i just find so creepy. but i dunno i’m also a big homo so maybe i just don’t like..../get it/. like the ‘i wanted to be important to someone’ and ‘you’re important to me’ would have been BEAUTIFUL but the way the show sets it up in episode 6 is that they’ve been pumping and dumping one another for the past 6 or so years? with neither of them staying until the morning? so like....how can she be important to him. like, TRULY important to him when he knows fuck all about her and ignores a lot of what she says to him. and i don’t mean to diss on this ship like different strokes for different folks and all that. and i have to admit  i was into it at first but it’s one of those ships that like if i think about it for more than a minute it gives me a migraine with how badly written it is. get ur shit together lauren. like so much of yennefer’s motivation is about getting her choice back and geralt just...takes another choice away from her, so even if she gets her womb back she’d still not have all her choices...like how is this fair to her? she deserves better. she deserves a family OF CHOICE. 
i just really don’t get why, despite them doing a lot of things better than the source material, we kinda ended up with this? 
BUT having said this i really enjoy fanon geralt i feel like people’s takes and interpretations and meta are both very interesting.  i also genuinely enjoy comicbook geralt (especially the ones by aleksandra motyka and marianna strychowska) and from what i’ve seen and heard witcher 3 geralt is also pretty great.  
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caramelohaechan · 5 years
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Heart ~ Mark Lee (Smut)
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Genre: smut
Fandom: NCT, NCt 127, NCT U
Warnings:male!reader / my sense of humor and awful smut writing (yeet)
this is wild bro pls don’t read if you don’t like stuff like this
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         You couldn’t help but think that he was sexy. I mean, he was. He had black hair that tumbled across his forehead, eyes that crinkled when he laughed, and a nose that scrunched when he was feeling embarrassed. Lee Jeno was the whole package.
Unfortnately he was taken.
By the most ironic candidate possible. Your brother.
Normally, it was a good thing that Jaemin was your brother. He was reliable and funny, and extremely caring and loving. He was the peanut butter to your jelly. And he was also the bad to your luck.
He had gotten to Jeno before you could. He had sat next to him in class and ‘coincidentally’ debuted under the same group as him. He had all the luck with the boy of your dreams.
And now they were officially dating and holding hands between dance practices and sharing kisses behind closet doors.
You couldn’t help but feel envious. And the slightest bit lonely. You had always considered Jeno the love of your life as a sort of coping mechanism when you hurt, but recently you realized that he wasn’t, and it made your only upbeat thought disappear. So you had no way of coping.
All of these thoughts would only cloud your mind stronger during times like this, when you were forced to watched interactions between Jaemin and Jeno from afar and only hope that something good would come up in your life to make you just as happy. Like now, as you sat backstage at one of Dreams We Go Up stages, stuffing your face with chocolate filled marshmallows and frowning deeply.
You just wanted to beat your meat a little. They were just too cute to handle.
You threw a wrapper behind your head and sighed loudly as Jeno and Jaemin shared another visible loveable grin at one another as they danced.
“Ugh.” You groaned to yourself.
You continued watching for a second, still wallowing, when something smashed harshly into the back of your head. You fell forward and cursed as you landed forehead-first.
“Hey!” You yelled as you tried to push yourself up. You looked to see the cleaning lady, glaring at you with her broom poised in the air like she was ready to strike again at any moment. “What the hell?”
She sniffed. “Don’t throw wrappers like that then, idiot boy. There’s a trash can for a reason, didn’t your mother ever treat you manners!”
You glared as she walked away and rubbed the back of your head. “Bitch.” You whispered under your breath.
You settled back into the couch you were previously on and returned your eyes back to the TV broadcasting the performance live. You were confused to see that there was another group on the stage now.
“What the-”
“Hyung !”
You jumped and turned to see that Dream was coming from the other end of the room, having just changed from their sweaty performance uniforms.
He was the first thing you saw. He looked heavenly. His hair was still slightly damp and his face was tinted pink from adrenaline. You looked away from Jeno and to the person who called you.
“Hi Jisung-ah,” You smiled softly. “You guys did great!”
“It didn’t look like you were paying attention.” Mark snorted. “It looks like the cleaning lady-”
You glared at Mark. “When are you gonna graduate Mark? And stop making me miserable?”
Mark shut his mouth in surprise before narrowing his eyes. “Listen, just because you’re debuting under WayV doesn’t mean you’ll get rid of me that easily.”
“Yeah. Unfortunately. But it beats not getting rid of you at all.” You snapped, resisting the urge to roll your eyes.
Jaemin let out a loud, not very subtle sigh. “Guys.”
Jaemin hated when you fought with his fellow members. Well, you only ever fought with Mark, but you occasionally got into it as well with Renjun. But it wasn’t your fault Mark was the most annoying person on earth. He had made it his mission to make you miserable since the day you and Jaemin came into the company. Even more when you both got put into the same group.
You were ecstatic when SM decided to put you into NCT’s Chinese unit. Contrary to your happiness, though, being away from Mark gave you more reason to focus on your unrequited love for Jeno, which wasn’t so good.
“Ooooh, who was eating marshmallow chocolates?” Jeno asked suddenly, moving from Jaemin’s side quickly to the spot beside you. He grabbed your pack of candy and took a marshmallow. He turned his attention to you. “These are my favorite.”
You knew that already, of course. Jeno knew that you knew too. You had introduced him to them.
“Yeah.” You replied weakly. You suddenly felt sick to your stomach. So not only was Jaemin stealing Jeno romantically, but he was also making him forget about the small moments you cherished with him of friendship. “I got to use the bathroom.”
You stood from the couch and stumbled your way to the bathroom, your face going red and your eyes burning. You looked back halfway and saw that Jaemin had sat in your spot and was happily munching on a shared candy with Jeno.
You looked away and entered the nearest room you saw. You shot through the door slammed it shut behind you, darkness swallowing your eyesight. You fumbled for a light switch and squinted when you succeeded.
You found yourself in an empty dressing room with only an empty vanity and a dusty blue velvet couch. You let yourself fall on the cushions and began to cry. You hated yourself for feeling this way about your brother, like his whole existence was toxic and you didn’t want him around you anymore. It wasn’t his fault that he didn’t know you liked Jeno first. It wasn’t his fault Jeno fell in love with him.
You hiccuped and rubbed the cuff of your jacket against your makeup less face. You probably looked like hell. But then again, what did it matter? No one bothered to look your way anyway.
There was absolute silence as you let the rest of the tears run down your cheeks. You looked at the ceiling and tried to stabalize your breathing. If your best friend Hendery saw you like this he would beat your ass.
He’d say, “All for what? A boy! You psycho bitch we live in a place where attractive boys with cute smiles are everywhere! Take advantage and stop being so fucking emo.”
You did need to stop being emo. It wasn’t good for your health. Your manager made you leave the dorm once because he thought you looked like a starved vampire.
The silence was suddenly cut off by a metallic rattle before the door to the dressing room burst open and none other than Mark Lee spilled in. Spilled as in he literally almost fell face first into the ground because he lost his footing.
“Aw shit!” He grunted, landing against the side of the couch.
You sat up and instantly wiped your face, hoping not to give too much away. You creased your brows at him. “What are you doing, idiot?”
Mark straightened himself out and huffed when he saw you. “Isn’t it obvious, stupid? I’m following you.”
You shut your mouth and narrowed your eyes at him. He rolled his eyes and moved to close and lock the door behind him.
“Is this the part where you murder me? Cuz at this point i wouldn’t mind.”
Mark leaned against the door and raised his eyebrows at you. His eyes were full of an emotion you couldn’t quite pin and he licked his lips before chuckling.
“You don’t want to die, Y/N.” Mark stated. “Plus, do you know who you’re talking to? I wouldn’t be able to murder you even if I wanted to.”
“But I’m pretty sure you do, and determined people are the scariest.” You said, looking away from his intense stare.
You had never been alone with Mark like this. The moment that door had closed the whole air in the room had changed and you felt like the soles of your shoes were sending electric currents throughout your body.
“That’s not true. You’re just annoying sometimes.” Mark said bluntly. He stayed against the door and looked at the musty ceiling. “Cute people tend to be the most annoying.”
You felt your stomach twist and your eyes shot to his. He didn’t look at you, he just kept his eyes trained on the ceiling. It took everything in you not to laugh out loud. “Cute? Yeah right.”
You suddenly felt the strings in your heart strumming their sad tune again. Jeno once called you cute because you always peeled the crust off of your bread. He had even once done it for you. But you didn’t feel cute at all.
Mark looked down at you when you sighed and let yourself fall back into the cushions of the couch. It seemed he knew what was going on in your mind. He took a breath between gritted teeth. “You know you’re going to have to get over him eventually.”
You weren’t even phased at this point. You were pretty sure that everyone except Jaemin and Jeno saw how distraught you were that they were dating. You looked over at him, strands of hair falling into your eyes. “I hope that day comes soon.”
Mark’s eyes stayed trained on you, never leaving your recently died hair and your clean, makeup less skin. Then he scoffed. “You’re absolutely pathetic, you know that? And really fucking oblivious too, you know.”
You shot your in your chair, your eyebrows raising into your hairline. “What the hell did you just say?”
Mark rolled his eyes. “You heard me.”
You slapped the edge of the couch and walked over to Mark, slammed your fist into the space beside his head. Your eyes were full of years of fury. Over everything. God, Mark really did know how to trigger you.
“Listen, Mark. You can call me all the fucking names you want, but don’t ever call me pathetic. You have no idea how this feels. To love someone since day one only to find out that your only brother loves him too. So you stay quiet and let them love each other because their happiness matters more than yours. It’s painful. You don’t know the pain.”
Mark looked up into your eyes and let his jaw jut out. “You don’t know what I’ve been through, asshole. I do fucking know what you feel, because I had to watch my crush fall in love with one of my best friends. You know what’s more painful than having the person you love be happy with someone else? Watching them hurt because that person doesn’t realize their potential or see how much they deserve to be loved. Fuck you, because I love you and I don’t know how to fucking help you get over Jeno.”
Your arm fell back to your side as you soaked the words in. You looked down at him for a second. You would have never guessed. Maybe you that’s why he had always called you an idiot. Or maybe he was just lying to make you feel wanted. You felt doubt crash in your veins like a giant deadly wave.
You scoffed and picked up your hand to run it through your hair. “You’re lying.” You said.
You regretted it the moment it came out of your mouth. Mark looked angry. So fucking angry. It scared you, even though you were a whole three inches taller than him. You waited for him to throw a punch or slap you across the face. Either would be well deserved. Had you just told Mark Lee he was lying after he confessed his love for you?
His arms shot forward.
Yes you had.
But he didn’t hit you. You were more than surprised when he slapped both of his hands on your cheeks and pulled you down to his height.He looked into your eyes so passionately it made your breath hitch. 
“I fucking love you, asshole. Don’t ever doubt me on that.” 
And then he was kissing you. Oh fuck he was kissing you. And it was a good kiss too. His lips were soft, and a little moist from licking his lips like a maniac. 
You registered this for a second before kissing him back. Your hands reached down to his sides and you gripped the baggy edges of his t-shirt. You never realized how much you needed someone to kiss you to forget about Jeno. In fact, he was the last thing on your mind as Mark kissed you hotly, his mouth opening and his tongue licking it’s way into your mouth as you gasped slightly for air. 
You pushed his body against the door with your hips, wanting nothing more than to continue what was happening. However, Mark didn’t seem so keen on being pushed around, so he pulled away and pushed you back, glaring at you. 
To be quite frank, it was fucking sexy. 
You gasped as he pushed you again. Your knees hit the back of the sofa and you tumbled into the couch, not even having time to adjust yourself before Mark was climbing on top of you. 
“Mark-” 
Mark cut you off and kissed you again, setting his hands on your shoulders. You couldn’t help the small whine that left your mouth when he dug his nails into your shoulders and ground his hips down into yours. 
“Mark-” You tried to say again. 
Mark pulled back and gave you the most annoyed look ever. 
“Do you never fucking shut up?” He hissed. “I’m trying to kiss you.” 
You bit your lip slightly. “Is that all you’re trying to do?” 
You had never seen Mark’s brown eyes look so black before. He licked his lips and shook his head so that his hair landed in his eyes. “Not if you want more.” 
You found yourself licking your lips too, gazing as his slightly swollen pink ones.Then you sighed and looked to the side, your thoughts already ruining the moment. 
“Mark, I want more, really. But it feels wrong if I do this if I don’t love you.” Mark’s heavy breathing stopped for a second before his jaw jutted out again and he tried his best to move himself off of your lap. “I didn’t finish. I like you Mark. I think you’re one of the hottest and cutest person I’ve ever seen. And you’re really sweet, well, not really to me, but I see why now and-- anyways, what I’m trying to say is that I just want you to know that I like you, and I really think that if you give me enough time I might love you too, but right now... well I just wanted you to know in case this was a deal breaker. Maybe you want you continue this after a few dates? I’m all for continuing but I don’t know if you want to.” 
Mark looked down at your hands that held his thighs so tightly, your thumbs so close to the zipper of his pants. He processed your words before saying, “I know that you don’t love me right now, but I can change that really quickly. So how about after this we go for dinner? I’m starved.” 
You nodded and smiled softly at him. You lifted one of your hands to caress his cheek and found yourself suddenly blushing at the entire situation. “I would like that.” 
Mark leaned down and kissed you again, his lips less aggressive and more soft. “Please don’t ever cry over Jeno again. I hate to see you that way.” 
You nodded and smiled slightly. “Who’s Jeno?” 
Mark smiled and placed his forehead against yours, his eyes scrunching slightly as he laughed. He shifted slightly to leave your lap and sit beside you, but he felt something hard rub against the inner part of his thigh and stopped, his smile dropping. 
Your face flushed red and you tried to push him off forcefully but Mark wasn’t having it. He looked down at your half hard bulge and smirked. 
You sighed heavily and shook your head. “Sorry. It’s been a while since I’ve done anything like this and you really took me by surprise.” 
Mark adjusted himself on your lap so he was comfortable again before leaning forward and kissing your lips. He started off with small pecks, kissing you and between each one giggling before going back in again. But when your hands reached lower on his thighs and squeezed, he kissed you harder. 
You didn’t know what you wanted more. To stop and leave knowing that you didn’t just give it up to anyone or let Mark continue and see what exactly would happen. 
“Mark-” 
He pulled back and slowly ground his hips into your again, but this time you could feel that he was hard too. You could feel your fingers tingling at the feeling. 
“Do you want to?” He asked. So genuinely concerned and so soft. He would actually leave himself hard for you. 
You kissed him this time, bucking your hips up and letting out a soft moan. Mark groaned onto your lips before his own started to trail down your jaw and onto your neck. You were a mess under his pink lips, your breath coming out shaky and the occasional grunt or moan leaving your lips. 
As Mark sucked purple bruises onto your neck his hand slipped down to your jeans, his hand undoing your button and zipper in one fast motion. Your fingers found themselves in his hair, tugging strands and scratching against his scalp softly. 
“You’re so fucking hot, I hope you know that.” Mark whispered against your neck. 
You actually believed it, the words coming from Mark’s mouth. Not like the times Jeno had complimented you only to turn his back and say the same exact thing to Jaemin. This made your cheeks go scarlet and you smiled again, reaching forward and nibbling slightly on Mark’s ear. He groaned hotly into your neck and bit down slightly on the dip of your collarbone. 
“I don’t think we’ll have time for the both of us.” Mark panted. “We’re filming for our SImon Says video tomorrow. But I really want to keep touching you.” 
You shook your head almost instantly. “It isn’t fair if we don’t both-”
Mark cut you off by beginning to palm your member, his own his sliding down slightly so that he was positioned on one of your thighs. You gasped and found yourself moaning into his ear. 
Mark began to pant himself, his hips slowly sliding up and down on your thigh to get friction for himself. You felt this and your hands moved from his head down to his hips, helping Mark to grind himself down on you. 
This time Mark moaned and it was so beautiful you felt your eyes rolling back at the sound. He dipped his hand into your boxers, finding your hard dick and gripping it tightly. He rubbed the tipe of his thumb over the head, making you moan the slightest bit louder. You really hoped that no one was looking for Mark in this area yet. 
“They’re probably looking for you by now.” You voiced your fears and helped him pick the pace of his hips up, his moans getting faster and shorter. 
He squeezed your dick hard and pumped it faster, and you bit your lip to stop yourself from moaning loudly again. Mark was so good at this it was weird knowing that he probably did a lot when you thought that he hated you. Probably practiced with a lot of boys. It didn’t matter to you, however. It made your heart beat faster knowing that he was here, doing it with you now. Maybe it wouldn’t be so hard falling in love with him. 
You kept helping Mark out on our thigh with one hand and moved the other to pull his lips into a kiss. He responded lightly, too into the action happening with his hips and your thighs. He groaned out, “I think I’m gonna cum soon.” 
You nodded as he picked the pace up with his hand. “Me too. I really want to see your face when you cum, come on now, soil you pants for me.” 
Mark grunted and with a few thrusts later he was doing just that. He stopped his hand and threw his head back to catch his breath. “Fuck.” He breathed.
You just watched him, smiling slightly as you looking at the growing dark spot on the front of his sweats. You smiled, not really expecting to finish you off. You were happy leaving like this, though not actually. You’d probably have to leave after Mark so that you could finish yourself off. 
You began to pull his hand out of your boxers when he snapped out of it. He scrunched his eyebrows and shook his head. “No, I want you to cum.” 
“That’s okay Mark, I don’t want anyone to try and walk in here and ending up hearing our moans.” 
Mark stayed persistent. He slid down from your thigh and to sunk to his knees between your legs. “I want you to cum, so you’re gonna do it on my tongue.” 
Your eyebrows shot up at these words and your dick twitched in between his fingers. This caused him to smirk as he began to slowly, and mindlessly pump you. “You want it, don’t you? You want to see your cum dripping on tongue and you want me to swallow every last bit.” 
You found yourself groaning and throwing your head back. You really did want it. Mark took this as a go and slipped you out of your boxers. You adjusted your head and looked down as he took the head of your dick into his mouth, sucking lightly. He pumped the rest with his hand fast and rough, and it didn’t take long before you were cumming. He opened his mouth wide and let it all land on his tongue as he continued jerking his wrist. You moaned loudly at the sight, and Mark milked you for every last drop you gave him. 
“Holy fuck.” You sighed, letting your head drop again. 
Mark swallowed everything like he said and fixed you back up. Once the zipper of your pants was closed he leaned over your head and tilted his own to the side. “So are we still on for that date?” 
You peeped your eyes open and grinned up at him. “Fuck yeah.” 
He grinned and leaned forward questionably. You gave him a quick peck that made him giggle. “I gotta go.” 
“Bye Mark Lee.” You whispered.
“Bye. Y/N.” Mark smiled. 
As Mark walked away you heard him whiser to himself. “Now what the fuck am I supposed to tell everyone this is?” 
~
Bonus:
You walked into the area you had been previously, your breathing regulated and your cheeks still pink but less red than before. 
“Hyung, hyung!” Chenle screamed at you from the couch. Everyone looked back and looked your way, making you laugh nervously. “You missed it! Mark hyung peed his pants!” 
You looked over towards where Chenle’s finger was pointing and saw Mark with at a table, using one of the stylists blow dryer to try and dry the spot on his pants. He was already looking at you, the biggest blush on his face. It looked like he was trying his best to look angry. 
You laughed as you approached the others. Haechan’s eyes flickered between you and Mark before he narrowed them. “Hey, WAIT WHAT THE HELL ARE THOSE?!” 
You grabbed at your neck and your eyes popped wide. The second person to react was Jaemin. “WHAT THE FUCK!” 
You stumbled over your words before you darted away to the entrance. 
You and Mark had a lot of explaining to do. 
~~~ so my first completed male reader smut! how was it? (probably terrible) 
PSA: WE NEED MORE MALE READER INSERTS FLUFF AND SMUT i may be a female but i really do think that it’s very stupid that female is default when it comes to things like this
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waiting for you
inspo: songfic of waiting for you by the aces
word count: +8.8k
synopsis: she’s always been close with luke, best friends even. and when feelings are realized does she find out that maybe their friendship had always been a little more than ‘just friends.’
a/n: sorry if my capitalization doesn’t make sense. also this kinda got out of hand, thus being so long. also the last line is kinda eh but yeah, hope you enjoy
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Ping! Ping!
She cracked one of her eyes open, blindly grabbing for her phone. 
Bzzt Bzzt
Remember the words you told me, love me till the day I die.
Y/N finally caught her phone, clicking the home button to turn it on, which also shut off the ringer.
“Fucking shit,” she yelped as the white light nearly blinded her eyes. After turning down the brightness to a considerable amount, she saw the notifications pop up, one after another.
lu: I’m having one of those moments lu: I can’t sleep (2) missed calls from lu cal-pal: did u pick up luke? cal-pal: he’s interrupting my sleep (2) missed calls from sumo smash ash mikey-crikey: please tell you’re with him sumo smash ash: u up mikey-crikey: I don’t need more late night phone calls sumo smash ash: pls talk to luke sumo smash ash: I need my sleep mikey-crikey: he scared the daylights out of southy and crys (1) missed call from cal-pal lu: I’m sorry if I woke u up
She rolled her eyes, reading the texts, before unlocking her phone and replying back.
y/n: no but I guess I will now cal-pal: thank god, bless your soul y/n: overdramatic ass. I’m getting up now cal-pal: oke gn :) y/n: gn u dork
y/n: lazy hoe sumo smash ash: wOW OKAY sumo smash ash: but please? sumo smash ash: he somehow calms down the best with you y/n: fiiiiiine sumo smash ash: :D <3 y/n: go to sleep then! sumo smash ash: -.- zzzz
y/n: nope mikey-crikey: please? y/n: getting up and putting my jacket on mikey-crikey: you’re a lifesaver y/n: the story of my life mikey-crikey: love youuuu
“Hello?”
“Hey, are you at your place?” she said, grabbing a sweatshirt from the chair next to her closet that was probably either Calum’s or Luke’s.
“Yeah, why?” Luke replied. She slipped on the two sleeves while the phone was tucked between her ear and shoulder.
“I saw your texts, I’ll be there in 10 and be ready to leave.” She ended the call before he got another word in. She grabbed her wallet and keys and slipped on a pair of mustard-yellow vans, that Mikey called atrocious and Calum called vile but she loved them to death. She went out the door, locking up behind her and walked down the 15 or some steps down from her floor to the street front, where her car was parked. Once she started the ignition and warmed up the car, while fiddling with her phone trying to find her calming playlist, she pulled out from the curb, towards the direction of Luke’s place. Y/N had been there so many times, that the drive from hers to his was muscle memory, thus her mind drifting off, just enough that her eyes were on the road, but not focusing on where she was going.
Before she knew it, she was pulling up the curb right outside his place.
y/n: i’m right outside your windowwww lu: wait lu: what?? lu: oh
She saw his head peek out the window, grinning widely at her, then she assumed he ran downstairs, a few seconds bursting out the door. He was clad in a 5SOS III hoodie and grey sweats, the hood up, which was mostly covering his curls that were spilling out from the sides.
“Y/N, you didn’t have to do this,” Luke said, settling in shotgun. She rolled her eyes, as she shifted the gears from park to drive.
“What, no hello? No ‘early morning to you’?” she teased. His laughter filled the car, warming her more than the hoodie that she was wearing.
“Top of the mornin’ to ya’, lassie,” he then said, in the best Scottish accent that Luke could muster. Which wasn't the greatest to be fair. Y/N giggled, while flicking on the turn signal to get onto the main road.
“Alrighty matey,” she replied, trying to keep a straight face.
“What, was that the best you can do?” he retorted, his thick accent becoming more prominent.
“I tried okay!” She slapped his knee, all the while staring at him cross-eyed and tongue sticking out.
“Hey! Eyes on the road!”
“Alright dad.” That prompted a shove, which Y/N responded with the car shifting to the left, nearly going into the other lane.
“Staahp it,” he groaned, leaning back in his seat.
It was quiet in the car after that, minus the music playing quietly in the background. There were barely any other cars on the road, just them speeding down the road with the windows creaked open giving a light breeze in the car.
“What playlist is this?” Luke finally said, as the song switched from Coldplay’s Fix You to Landslide by Fleetwood Mac.
“It’s my chill playlist.” They would often share music with each other, from being of their time, as they made playlists on spotify with titles that were either one-worded or twenty, to them burning CDs for each other. Thankfully, Y/N’s car still had a CD player, which she would play Luke’s mixes on the way to work.
Luke grabbed her phone that was docked next to the dashboard, where it was placed for easy access if she needs to see it for navigation or messages while driving.
“I’m not telling you the code,” she said, watching him try to unlock it in the corner of her eyes.
“That’s alright,” he said, swiping up on the screen and placing the phone in front of her face for a couple seconds before the device was unlocked.
“Hey!” she said, which earned him another smack, this time on the shoulder.
“Oww, you hurt me.”
“That’s what you get for abusing phone privileges. And now I’m not loving that function anymore, Apple,” she grumbled, as the car slowly stopped for the red light.
Luke flicked through her phone, reading through the list of songs in the playlist currently playing in the car.
“Kacey Musgraves, Fleetwood Mac, George Ezra,” he mumbled, “and 5 Seconds of Summer?!” She rolled her eyes but watched him read through her playlist amusedly.
“Yeah heard of them? They’re alright but they have some tunes.” This prompted another shove.
“Oi! Stop hitting the driver!” He stuck out a tongue at her, which she nearly missed as the light turned green. To annoy Luke even more, she sped up the car, accelerating the car as quick as she could to the speed limit of 40 mph.
“Hey!” She glanced in the rearview mirror, checking to see if there were any cars nearby, which there weren’t. Thus her slamming the brakes, careening Luke forward and her phone smacking on the dash in front of him.
“I regret ever getting in the car with you.” Luke groaned, rubbing his head which also received casualty during the sudden stop.
“But you still love me.” He watched her, hands loosely gripping the wheel and hair blowing in the breeze, as they continued down the road.
“Yeah,” he breathed out, “I do.”
Antics quieted down after that, and it just became the music and the road ahead of them. Y/N noticed Luke drifting off, as she was telling him a story of an incident that happened at work, right when she was getting into how her coworker, Brooke broke the coffee machine. She smiled at him, as she heard his soft breaths, his chest rising then sinking in slumber. Y/N turned at the next light, slowly circling back to Luke’s place.
Once she pulled up at the same spot from a couple of hours ago, she shut off the car, the music cutting out as well. He was still asleep, thankfully. Y/N knew that the guys were pulling in the extra hours on their next album, even to the point of not sleeping regularly, which worried her. So she was happy to help any band member calm down and relax in the comfort of her car, which also happened to be her favorite thing: driving down the road in the dead of the night, with quiet conversation and her trusty playlist to accompany her and the other passenger.
She climbed out of the car, shutting the door silently as she could. Then Y/N walked to the other side, opened the door, and reached over the tall blonde boy to unclip his seatbelt. Then she shifted him, so his legs were hanging out the door and one arm over her shoulder. She would’ve tried to fully carry him but considering that Luke was at least seven inches taller than her, she didn’t even bother. Thankfully, despite him still drifting in slumber, his legs cooperated with her, taking steps to the door. She kicked her car door behind her and clicked the fob to lock it, before finding Luke’s house key on her keychain.
“Okay work with me here,” she whispered, once they got into his place. Y/N sat him down on the couch, slipping off his shoes and placed them by the door next to hers. She then pulled him off the couch, having him leaning on her again as they walked slowly to his bedroom. She assumed that Luke was somewhere in between consciousness and sleep as he held her arm, right as she was walking away from his bed, in which she tucked him into moments before.
“Stay with me,” he mumbled, while tugging her back towards the bed. Y/N weighed the options, thinking when she needed to get up for work that would give enough time for her to get back to her place and change in time.
“Okay,” Y/N decided. She opened the clock app on her phone, pressing the alarm for 7:45 am and 8 am before plugging her phone in Luke’s phone charger next to his bed. Then Y/N untied her hair from a half ponytail, putting the hairband next to her phone, wallet, and keys on the bedside table. She slid into bed, right next to Luke, who wiggled a bit away from her to make room, and once her head hit the pillow, his arms and legs wrapped around her frame, warming her enough to immediately drift off to sleep.
Why you acting like a stranger, when we do this every night.
Y/N’s eyes opened, before groaning. She was exhausted due to not going to bed early enough, much less considering her late night/early morning drive with Luke. Speaking of Luke, she briefly forgot where she was, until a large form curled around her shifted to slap her phone off the bedside table, which she assumed Luke hoped would shut off the alarm. Alas, no.
You only ever wanna love me after midnight.
She peered over the bed, looking for where her phone was. Surprisingly, it was still plugged in. So, Y/N reached out, trying to grab the phone on the ground whilst still in bed. But no, the universe didn’t want to give her all the pleasures in life.
Thuump!
“Owww,” she groaned. She quickly unlocked her phone, this time thanking the apple gods for facial recognition and shut off both of her alarms that were blaring 5SOS music.
“The funniest part of that was not the music but you falling off the bed.” She turned around, to see Luke smiling, his eyes half open and his voice scratchy.
“Shut up Lu,” she groaned, rubbing her side and hoping that a bruise won’t form there. She checked the time on her phone, cursing. “Gonna be late!” She stood up, shoving her items into the hoodie’s front pocket and tied up her hair into a floppy bun.
“Goodbye hug?” Luke said, holding his arms out. She sighed, watching this adorable man-child curled up in bed. What she would give to have another hour, heck even fifteen more minutes.
“You dork,” she said, as she put one knee on the bed, balancing herself before Luke nearly swallowed her with his arms.
“Can’t you stay longer? It was comfy with you.”
“I cannot Lucas. Also being your human teddy bear was too hot, especially when the human teddy bear is wearing sweats.” He chuckled, then retracted his arms, snuggling back under the covers.
“It was hot last night,” he agreed. The fact that both of them were wearing sweats under the comforter, not even considering that Luke was a human space heater, had Y/N slightly sweaty when she got out of bed. She walked out of the bedroom, spying a block of post-its next to a mason jar full of colored sharpies by the jar. Y/N wasn’t surprised.
After first meeting the guys and getting to know them, whenever she visited their apartments, she noticed that there were random places where there was stationary and writing utensils, post-its and sharpies being preferred the most. Calum explained to her one day that when they have random bouts of inspiration, the boys would quickly scrawl it down, trying not to forget anything. Or other times, they would leave little notes or drawings to each other before they would leave each other’s places. Some notes being thoughtful and lovely and others with crude jokes with badly drawn stick figures.
Finished with her sticky note that one was placed on the fridge and the other on the counter and putting on her shoes, she unlocked the door.
“Bye Lucas!” she yelled into the house, then shutting the door and locking up behind her with her set of spare keys, before Luke could even respond.
When Luke got up, about an hour or two later after Y/N left, he saw something neon pink in the corner of his eye once he walked into the kitchen.
hello lucas bobby hemmo hope u had a decent night of sleep and I was happy to help (you were heavy to carry when asleep!!) don’t forget to eat something before going into the studio and do the guys a favor and shower before too!!! love ya u man child your temporary uber driver
He grinned, reading the message while waiting for the coffee machine to finish brewing his morning cup. After getting out a piece of bread that he immediately put in the toaster and two boiled eggs from the fridge, he saw her second message, this time on a neon green post-it.
aaayyee ohhh hemmo1996 (never letting that go) also if you dented my phone case or cracked my phone when you smacked my phone to the ground with your humango hands I will send u the bill (also I suggest wearing the plaid pants and black high tops, it’s a look and gunsta be ‘chilly’ today!!) don’t understand you people thinking that 55 degrees is cold give Pet my best, I didn’t get to see her :(((( I bet ur eating those nasty-ass boiled eggs for breakfast ~love ya~ ;D y/n
He scoffed, biting into one boiled egg and taking a sip of his coffee. He heard the pitter-patter of Petunia’s feet on the hardwood.
“Hey Pig,” he cooed, kneeling down to rub her head. “Y/N says hello and is sorry for leaving so early.” She grunted in response, then trudged away from him to her food bowl, lapping up the water.
“Yeah, I wish she stayed too.”
Luke stood up and opened the cupboard where all of Petunia’s food, snacks and treats were housed. He grabbed the correct plastic jug, popped open the lid and used the lid which was dipped enough to indicate how much dog food to give per meal, then poured it into her bowl. He shut the jug and placed it next to the ziplock bag of homemade treats that Y/N made two weeks ago. Petunia happily started eating as he finished his own breakfast, toast now finished with butter and vegemite.
“Pet, I just-” he said, talking to his dog, “I think I like her, like, like-like her and I don’t really know what to do.” As if she was listening to him, Petunia turned around, watching him with her chocolate brown eyes. Luke sat on the ground, followed by Petunia padding over and laying in between his legs. He took another bite of his toast, chewing thoughtfully.
“And she keeps telling me that she loves me, but what does that even mean?! Is this a platonic love? Or a familial love? Or like a romantic love?” The white bulldog mix grumbled, before sniffing her own leg.
“I don’t know, man,” he said, stroking her back. He paused before laughing to himself.
“I don’t know, WO-man.” And there was silence, as if Petunia understood his bad joke. “Get it? Cause you’re a girl Pet? Not a man?” Petunia made some whining noises, before getting up and laying on her bed near the couch.
“Alright then,” he grumbled. Luke got up, realizing that he should probably get ready for the studio.
“I’ll figure it out. Maybe.”
Just as she walked into the cafe where they were having brunch, she heard all of their laughter. More specifically Luke’s laughter. Despite having a deeper-toned voice, Luke’s laugh was more high-pitched and breathy, which was something that always brought her a smile to her face and even had her laughing along.
“How can I help you?” Y/N snapped from her daze, now seeing the slightly too peppy hostess in front of her. “Hi, I’m here with a group, and I think they’re in the back.” The hostess frowned, clicking on the screen.
“I’m sorry but that’s a private party,” she said. Y/N noticed that she was tenser compared to how the hostess was a few seconds ago.
“Is there a problem? My friends are there; we made a reservation.” The hostess chewed her lip, contemplating before deciding.
“What is the name that the reservation is under?”
“I think it’s under Bobby or Thomas. For a party of 7?” Whenever they would have these get-togethers, the boys would always put the reservation under a different name, to limit the crowds of people that would form out front once someone recognized them. She mentally rolled her eyes, as they weren’t that creative with names.
“Uh,” the hostess said, her hands slightly shaking and her eyes shifting around them, “can you give me a second?” Y/N frowned, annoyed that she had to wait when she could hear them just a few feet away from her. But she nodded, which then the hostess walked into the back.
y/n: what the heck?!! cal-pal: what? what did I do? y/n: what’s the reservation name under cal-pal: ...fuck cal-pal: I think I put it under Thomas y/n: …… cal-pal: sorry cal-pal: are they giving you trouble y/n: I think so, the hostess had to quiz me y/n: then I think she’s getting her boss cal-pal: do u want me to go up there y/n: no it’s fine, I’ll figure it out cal-pal: ..okay just lmk if u want me to y/n: oke
“Excuse me, ma’am?” Y/N looked up from her phone, now seeing the hostess move onto another customer while a young lady and a guy that seemed to be the epitome of a hipster watched her, their eyes looking over every part of her and her outfit. Y/N normally didn’t care what people thought of what she wore. Some days it was lazy and comfortable with a sweatshirt while other times it was more dressy and fashionable with colored ankle boots to match. Today was an in between, with a polka dotted t-shirt dress, black stockings, and olive green combat boots. Oh, and she was wearing Luke’s 5SOS sweatshirt again, which she stole from him and basically claimed as her own. Now thinking over her choices this morning as (what she presumes) the two owners look her over, debating if she truly is apart of the group that’s closed off the back of the cafe or if she was a rabid fan that wanted to meet the band of her dreams.
“Oh! Y/N, you’re here!” She spotted Ashton behind the cafe owners, sporting a wide grin. The owners automatically relaxed and stepped aside.
“Sorry about that sir, we just weren’t sure if she was-”
“That’s fine, and I’ll take her to our seats,” Ashton said, cutting off the hipster dude. The two nodded, before walking away, into the back area near the kitchens.
“Perfect timing,” Y/N breathed, as she and Ash walked down a corridor to the closed-off section.
“Cal told me about the situation, and after taking awhile, he asked if I could check up to see if they had thrown you out.” She rolled her eyes, elbowing him.
“There you are! What took you so long!” Michael said, pulling her into a hug.
“Sorry guys and gals, the front wouldn’t let me go for a bit.” Luke’s eyebrows furrowed, as he took a sip of what Y/N assumed to be some fruit/vegetable health concoction that she would say far away from.
“I think the sweatshirt didn’t help,” Cal said, who was sat next to her. Y/N shrugged.
“Probably. I didn’t think much of it this morning, was just cold. But hey, at least you know that you’re covered with security and privacy at this place.” The boys nodded, looking back down at their menus.
“We didn’t order yet, except for Luke’s weird-ass smoothie and Crystal’s juice,” Cal said, leaning on her shoulder. He gave her his menu, since there wasn’t enough for the whole table, thus him reading over her shoulder the options.
“Heyyy,” Luke said, who was sitting on the other side of Y/N. He leaned in, to the point where Y/N was squished in between the two freakishly tall dudes (okay so there are many people, specifically guys that are around their height but to Y/N and her measly height they all seems gigantic). “I heard that. And it’s not weird; it’s tasty and good for you.”
“Mate, those two don’t belong in the same sentence,” Ashton quipped. He was sat across from Y/N, still flicking through the menu, unsure what to get.
“Unfortunately I would have to agree, it might be healthy but definitely doesn’t taste good,” Y/N said, facing Luke who was pouting at her statement.
“Have you tried it?” His eyes bore into hers, and when she looked into his, there was a lack of laughter that would usually be there. She shook her head.
“No,” she mumbled.
“Try it.” Luke reached out the straw towards her lips, and with some nudges from Luke, she took a sip to her dismay and the laughter of her friends around her. Once the liquid hit her tongue, her eyebrows crinkled and her eyes squinted at the bitter and sour taste.
“HA! I told you it wasn’t good!” Calum said, pointing at Luke. Luke raised his eyebrows at Y/N in question.
“I mean it’s not bad-”
“See!”
“-but I wouldn’t pay money to get it.” The table chorused in laughter, with the exception of Luke.
“Are you ready to order?” Their whole group suddenly went silent, now realizing the waitress that was standing at the end of their table, for who knows how long.
“Uh yeah,” Mikey said. Everyone said their orders, going clockwise around the table, until it stopped at Y/N.
“Uh this is awkward,” she mumbled, flipping through the menu to see if anything stuck out to her. She had something in mind earlier, but now it was slipping her mind what that was.
“Just get the eggs benedict, it’s pretty good here,” Luke whispered to her, who was practically on her shoulder.
“You and your fucking eggs,” she grumbled.
“And what would you like ma’am?” Luke choked back his laughter, as the waitress spoke immediately after Y/N, who was now mortified that everyone around her heard what she just said.
“I’ll have the eggs benedict, with hash browns on the side,” she finally said, after a nudge from Cal, which broke her stupor. The waitress nodded, scrawling it down on her notepad before collecting all the menus.
“It will be out in about 15 to 20 minutes, and is there anything else that you need? Refills?” Cal and Ash snorted, then quickly composed themselves.
“No thank you,” Michael said, almost rolling his eyes at the boys’ antics. The waitress nodded, then walked away back into the kitchens. “Really?” He glared at Cal and Ash.
“What? We were laughing at Y/N.” Ash said, still giggling. The whole tabled looked at her, who was doe-eyed, like a deer in the headlights.
“What? All I did was this,” she said, shrugging. She then pointed at Luke’s smoothie, followed by the pantomiming of her chopping her neck along with being cross-eyed and her tongue sticking out. The whole table erupted in laughter.
“Man, I’m stuffed,” Mikey said, patting his stomach. Y/N rolled her eyes, yet chuckled at the currently blonde-haired boy.
“Heading back to the studio?” Y/N asked, as they got up from their seats. Some were stretching and others were sliding on their jackets. Mikey shook his head.
“Nah, we have the day off.” Y/N nodded, while tying the sweatshirt, that may or may not have caused her so much trouble earlier that day, around her waist.
“So, you’re just gonna chill?” she replied. Ashton shrugged, frowning slightly.
“Yeah, I guess.” They all walked out of the cafe; the cool breeze lightly hitting them in the face. The group stood in twos, with Luke and Y/N bringing up the rear.
“What are you gonna do today?” Luke said, swinging his arm, back and forth, which was holding her hand. She shrugged, also swinging her arm in tune with Luke’s.
Normally, when they would casually be holding hands or any other form of affection that was shown more in couples, Y/N didn’t think much of it. But today it felt different between them. Maybe it was the excessive joking at the cafe, or how they split chocolate chip pancakes together and he fed her the first bite, but whatever it was, it was all adding up in her head. Did he like her? Because damn, if he did, her heart would burst out of her chest, just like how it is now, thundering away.
“Just it’s gonna be us singletons!” Y/N snapped out her reverie, now seeing Mikey and Crystal walk away, giving them a wave with her free hand.
“Mate, it’s just us,” Calum point out, nodding at Luke and Y/N’s intertwined hands. Her cheeks turned hot and were probably pink.
“No, my hands are just cold,” Luke said, who was also sporting tinged cheeks.
“We’re in the west coast? And look, you have pockets, man.” Ashton was pointing to Luke’s leather jacket, which indeed did have pockets.
“They can’t fit with his humango hands,” Y/N quipped, grinning at Luke. She maintained eye contact with the blue-eyed boy as she put their enclosed hands into her own coat pocket that was unusually big. Something in her compelled her to do this; she wasn’t sure what. But based on the widened eyes and grin that Luke was giving her, Y/N was glad she did.
The boys didn’t say much to the gesture, as they continued walking down the street, side by side. Luke gave their intertwined hands a brief but tight squeeze, as he continued to chat with Cal about some band, that Y/N didn’t catch the name of, and that band’s new album that was going to be released in the next few days. She glanced at him in the corner of her eye, while she was listening to Ash ramble about a new song that the band was writing recently.
“Y/N?”
“Hm?” She looked up from her shoes, to see Ash staring at her with a smirk.
“Thinkin’ about something?” Her mouth flopped open then closed, after a moment, noting that she probably looked like a fish flopping out of the water.
“No?” Her cheeks grew hot. Was it just today, or has it always been that her mind drifted to thinking about Luke?
“Well,” Ash said with a raised eyebrow, “I was asking you about your thoughts.”
“My thoughts?”
“About the song?” Y/N’s eyes widened suddenly, trying to rack her mind of the song that Ash was talking about, to pull something out of her ass to convince him that she was listening to him.
“Yeah, the one I was talking about?”
“Ah, um, it’s interesting?” she paused, thinking of something better to say. “Like, I can’t imagine creatively writing a melody that doesn’t copy an already written song?” Ashton nodded at her, his face grim and stoic.
“That’s-” he said, before bursting into laughter.
“What?” She stopped walking, seeing the older boy bent over laughing. Oh yeah, she forgot Luke was holding her hand. Y/N was immediately pulled forward, causing her to trip and stumble, which also induced Ashton into further laughter.
“Why did we stop?” Luke said, watching the two of them, one who was still bent over in laughter, while the other gripping his arm to prevent from falling over into the pavement.
“Y-Y/N-” Ashton said, then giggled further. He stood up, taking deep breaths to calm down, though he was still sporting a huge grin.
“Shut up dude,” Y/N groaned, pulling Ashton’s arm up till he was standing upright again. Luke smirked at Y/N while Cal rolled his eyes at the two of them, and the two of them continued on with their conversation.
“I hate you,” she groaned, once they were again situated back in their positions: the four of them walking down the sidewalk in a row of four, much to the annoyance of other pedestrians that would pass them with a stink eye. Ash would give them an exaggerated frown back at them, which would be responded with a huff and a mutter something along the lines that they were done with tourists for the month. Cal and Luke were completely oblivious to those stares and grimaces, as they were wrapped up in their conversation, which Y/N was not sure if was still about music or about the recent rugby match that Luke dragged her out from her cozy cocoon of her bed at 3 am to watch the match with him at his place. (She later found out that both Ash and Cal were also up at the godforsaken hour at Ashton’s apartment, much to the neighbors’ disappointment.)
“Nah, pretty sure you love me,” Ashton quipped, sidestepping behind Y/N to let an elderly couple walk past them. Y/N rolled her eyes, but the smile creeping up on her face said otherwise.
“Unfortunately.” She slumped her shoulders, which pushed her hands deeper into her coat pocket. She also missed the widening smile that Luke was on his face, while Cal and Ash noted the quiet exchange in their minds.
“And you love him more,” Ashton said, quiet enough for her to hear, but for the other two Aussie boys to not.
“Well I mean,” she hesitated, “I love all you guys.”
“But him more.” He raised his eyebrows slightly, as the corner of his mouth quirked up, the smirk threatening to spread across his face. Y/N frowned for a moment, then her expression changed to a soft smile in an instant.
“Maybe so.”
cal-pal: I don’t understand cal-pal: why cant u just tell her lu: dunno lu: I’m sure she doesn’t like me in that way cal-pal: dude cal-pal: have u SEEN how she’s like with u around? lu: like any other normal time we hang out? cal-pal: smh lu: ?? cal-pal: whatever man
Luke sighed, placing his phone on the coffee table in front of him. He likes her, that for sure he knows. Heck, he’s also pretty sure that he loves her.
But his mind is going crazy if she does too. It also didn’t help the poor boy when she decided to hold his hand while they were strolling down the street with Cal and Ash. And she made no comment or further action about it, other than teasing him with the boys that 1. he’s cold and it’s LA in the spring, and 2. he has, and she quotes, “humango hands,” which she also said exactly in her post it the other week. Does she or does she not?
Petunia padded over to where he was sitting on the couch, sniffling and whining for his attention.
“Hey Pet,” he said, a soft smile adorning his lips as he rubbed her head, placing a kiss or two right above her eyes.
“Maybe it’s just a close friends thing,” he grumbled, “like, she greets all of the guys with a hug and a kiss on the cheek.” He paused thinking. “I mean she calls Ash ‘babe’ all the time.”
y/n: am forward or being too forward sumo smash ash: normally, I’d say a bit too forward y/n: and? sumo smash ash: let me finish! sumo smash ash: but with luke’s thick-ass skull I’d almost say not enough y/n: aCTUALLY y/n: I mean, last week I stayed in bed with him and we CUDDLED y/n: I don’t cuddle with guys too often sumo smash ash: cept us dudes sumo smash ash: cause we cuddly y/n: facts y/n: but like I helped him fall asleep at the “ass-crack of dawn” y/n: who does that? y/n: and we slept in the same bed, intertwined PRIOR to falling asleep y/n: I left the dude cute-ass notes sumo smash ash: to be fair sumo smash ash: u do the driving thing with us, along with other poor fellas that suffer jet-lag or insomnia sumo smash ash: even at the ass-crack of dawn y/n: I guess sumo smash ash: but u do seem to be more personal and flirty with him compared to your usual nice-ness
Y/N groaned, dragging her fingers through her hair. How come he just didn’t know?
She had been trying to give Luke hints that she likes him, hell, that she loves him, but alas he has no clue.
Two weeks ago, they had a movie marathon, the day right after the boys came back from 5SOS III, in which they were both tucked up on the couch with a few blankets and at least four pillows. And after awhile, at about the beginning of the second movie, they were spooning, and she was also hand-feeding Luke red vines and popcorn. Not to mention that they also fell asleep on the couch and were woken up at 7 am by Petunia licking her face and whining in Luke’s ear.
The following weekend they spent time “browsing,” as what Y/N called it, thus so that her wallet wouldn’t be dead by the end of their spontaneous shopping trip. They went everywhere, from boutiques that housed fashions worth more than her apartment rent, to beauty counters where she needed more matte eyeliner and the two of them gazed and glitter palettes (they both bought one each, though they promise to borrow and share the wide variety of colors) and rows and rows of nail polish in every color under the sun. To normal clothings stores, “lucas, these clothes are barely in my income range, and I want plaid pants too,” and of course the stores that allowed Y/N to get five white t-shirts of the most minute styling differences all under 20 dollars. They even ran into a few fans, which she silently stepped aside, continuing to look at other items in the store, all the while being a couple feet away from Luke in case they needed to make a swift exit. No questions were raised about the two of them together, out on the town, all assuming that she was just a supportive friend in all endeavors of Luke Robert Hemmings’ life.
It became to the point with the amount of time that they were spending with each other outside of Luke being in the studio or Y/N at work, that her lingering feelings that she’s housed for the light-haired curly-headed boy turned into actual, vivid emotions that came up fluttering in her belly, especially when he would give her that wide, eye-crinkle, grin.
y/n: I just don’t know what to do sumo smash ash: maybe bring it up a notch? sumo smash ash: like to the point where it’s painfully obvious y/n: well if that doesn’t work then might as well tell him myself y/n: despite ya know y/n: the overwhelming potential rejection y/n: damn. y/n: guys have it hard, when going first with these kinds of things sumo smash ash: YEAH sumo smash ash: that’s if guys go first sumo smash ash: despite it being the 21st century y/n: yeahhhh ik y/n: girls kinda still want some reassurances that the other is into you before they jump in too sumo smash ash: c’est la vie
Y/N frowned, trying to wracked her brain of more, should she say, creative ways of implying that she’s in love with her best friend.
Remember the words you told me, love me-
Y/N awoke immediately, swiping on her phone screen to answer the call.
“Hello?”
“Hey, you coming?” She furrowed her eyebrows, now looking at her phone screen, which popped up with more notifications that she seemingly didn’t hear during her nap.
in 2 hours - cashton’s rando bar hang lu: do u want me to pick u up lu: I think cal and mike want to go eat before lu: are you there? cal-pal: hey so thinkin that we should eat first cal-pal: to ya know, avoid the sudden alcohol rush cal-pal: nvm ash is pregaming mikey-crikey: are we meeting at the restaurant ash: what restaurant mikey-crikey: I wanna eat dude mikey-crikey: starving, ate an early lunch cal-pal: me too cal-pal: y/n where to? ...read more messages…
Y/N cursed to herself, seeing that it was a little past 8, while the guys had planned to hang at 7, and the additional last-minute dinner plans that they decided at 6, made her super late.
the true 5 seconds of summer y/n: SORRY SORRY SORRY y/n: OVERSLEPT cal-pal: finally cal-pal: we were just about to leave and bust down ur door mikey-crikey: luke was getting worried lu: WAS NOT mikey-crikey: you kept checking your phone every minute ?? lu: shut up ash: y/n hurrry upppp wer’e abtt to go HARD y/n: what? cal-pal: luke and ash are tipsy now, ash more than luke y/n: alright imma comin, imma comin
She plugged her phone in the charger, as it was likely that it was gonna be a long night and she didn’t want the risk of her phone being dead, trying to get a cab or uber with four utterly smashed guys.
Y/N looked in her closet, trying to find the dress with zodiacs embroidered in gold, that she was planning to wear, as she thankfully already planned her outfit for the night.
“Now where’s the jacket,” she mumbled, after slipping on the dress, breathing out heavily.
Luke swallowed another shot, trying to numb himself of the incessant thoughts in his head.
“Dude, you should slow down. Wait until Y/N comes,” Calum said, then taking a sip of his water.
“Don’t bother, she’s probably with that guy from her work.” Calum raised an eyebrow at the younger boy, but didn’t question him.
Ever since Luke heard from Y/N about this one guy that she met from work, who was a new hire, he couldn’t stop the seething jealousy. Despite him not voicing his own feelings, she would blabber on about how they both like similar music and movie marathons, which he thought was their thing. Much to say that Luke hated this guy’s guts, and the funniest part is that he doesn’t even remember the guy’s name.
“Hey, did Y/N make it yet?” Ashton said, with Michael trailing behind him.
“Not yet, but she just texted me, and the uber driver said about 2 more minutes,” Calum said, shrugging.
“I’m getting another drink.” Luke stood up suddenly, though he wobbled a little walking to the bar.
“I’m sorry again, but how much longer until we get there?”
“I don’t know ma’am, there seems to have been an accident.” She frowned, re-crossing her legs and vowing that she will set up ten alarms before she takes a nap ever again.
y/n: sorrrrry again cal-pal: ? y/n: there’s an accident on the highway y/n: hella traffic y/n: if I wasn’t on the highway, I would walk, we’re that close cal-pal: it’s alright cal-pal: except luke is getting antsy cal-pal: apparently you’re with a guy from work and it’s driving him crazy y/n: wait what
She raised her eyebrows, before frowning. It makes sense now: the hesitance, the nervous blushing, the need to cling onto her at all times. He liked her too.
But she also recognized that in Luke’s thick ass skull, he thought that when she was talking about her new co-worker Steven and how he wore a Fleetwood Mac t-shirt to work and oddly made it work in a business-attire setting and how Luke should try that. In her rambling on about Steven and his band t-shirt, Y/N presumed that he thought she liked Steven, which in her head, was the complete opposite. She was also glad that she didn’t bring up that Steven had subtly asked her out, in the form of getting drinks with a few of his buddies, but she gently let him down because she had plans with a blonde rockstar that had just come home from a promo tour of a new single off of his band’s third album (not to mention that she was head-over-heels in love with him).
Much to say that she had to bring her A-game tonight.
“I’m really sorry I’m late,” she huffed, slamming her purse on the table.
“Y/N! You’re finally here! Did you get to visit Sydney while you were at it?” She scoffed, rolling her eyes and shoved Mikey.
“I fucking hate you,” she grumbled, squeezing in between Luke and Calum. Y/N took the two shots that Ash pushed in front of her once she got settled, which went down her throat in a nice burn.
“Love you too,” Mikey said with a wink.
“Traffic finally let up?” Calum asked, leaning close to her ear, as the music was progressively getting louder once she arrived.
“Almost an hour, yeah.” She rolled her eyes. “It was just an accident with an out-of-towner that doesn’t know how to drive the California highways.”
“Figures,” Calum scoffed.
Then her phone went off, ringing and vibrating on the table in all its glory.
Remember the words you told me, love me till the da-
Y/N picked up her phone quickly, answering the call, not even checking the caller id.
“You have our song as your ringtone?!”
“Shut up!” Her cheeks turned red, from either the comment or the alcohol, but she would claim that it was the latter. “Hello? Who is this? Stevie? Stephen? Steven? Sorry, give me a second. Give me a second!”
She got up, holding onto Luke’s shoulder for balance, before teetering towards the entrance of the bar which was quieter.
“Dude, you really need to jump on that before the train leaves the station.” Luke was staring at the drink in front of him, then peered up, seeing all three boys, at different stages of drunkenness, all with knowing looks.
“What do you mean?” Ash scoffed, his arms leaning forward on the table.
“You need to get your head out of your ass and talk to her,” Ashton said, taking a sip of his beer.
“In the span of the three, maybe four minutes since Y/N has arrived, you haven’t spoken to her, even acknowledged her. Of course she’s gonna think you’re not interested and move on to another guy.” Calum said. Luke sighed, taking a huge gulp of his beer.
“Guys, just because I like her, doesn’t mean that she’s interested.” Calum was pretty sure that both Ashton and Michael were seconds away from decking the youngest boy. But he just shook his head, then took a long sip from his drink.
“What do you mean Linda won’t cover for me? I covered her last time!” Y/N huffed, rubbing her arms absentmindedly, as the front of the bar didn’t have the best insolation and the night cold seeped in every time someone walked in or out. Turns out Steven called because Caroline’s phone was dead. “Sorry Y/N, she had a conflict in the last minute.” Y/N frowned. She was hoping that her schedule would work out to tag along with the boys on one leg of the tour. She had saved about two and a half weeks of vacation days, planned to use for the tour, and the vacation could be a little longer with Linda covering her projects for about a week. And she was hoping that she could surprise the boys with the news tonight. But it looks like life had other plans.
“Can someone else cover them for me?” she said, taking a few glances back at the table. The boys were animatedly chatting: Cal sporting a soft smile, Ash with a wild grin on his face and waving his arms around, Mikey rolling his eyes, though a smirk was plastered on his face, and Luke, head tilted back in laughter. She could even hear him all the way from where she was. Or it was that she could hear what his laughs would sound like in her head.
“Y/N? You there?” She blinked, focusing back on Caroline on the phone.
“Yeah, yeah sorry. What were you saying?” Caroline giggled on the other line, barely loud enough for her to hear in the bar.
“I’m pretty sure I can find someone. And even if they don’t, I’ll split up the work and pass it out with no exceptions. Babe, you’ve been working so hard for the past few months. This break, you deserve it.” Y/N broke into a smile, the tips of her fingers tingling in excitement.
“Thank youuu, I don’t even know what I owe you.”
“Staaaph, you don’t owe me anything. And I better hear all the stories that you’ll get up to on tour.”
“Oh you will,” she said, while being sidetracked with Luke back at the table. This time, he was taking a long drink of his beer, his adam’s apple bobbing and the strands of hair tucked behind his ears falling out. Damn he looked perfect, with his shiny hair, shiny boots, and even shinier personality. And all the feelings swirling in her belly continued to swirl around with no destination in sight.
“-and I bet you’re not even listening to me, staring at the blue-eyed beauty with heart-eyes. You know what, you should tell him. Cause if you keep waiting any longer, complainin’ to me, I’m gonna tear my hair out, then shove the both of you into a small closet and throw the key.”
“Hey!”
“What? Bet you he’s driving his friends crazy with his overwhelming emotions that he doesn’t know what to do with too.” Y/N scoffed. “But anyways, I should let you go. Have fun! And tell him before I do!” Then Caroline hung up on her before she could inch another word.
“Caroline-!” She looked at her phone, her co-worker’s face disappearing from the screen and her call history showing up. She scrolled a little, before finding another number.
“Hello?”
“Hey Sam, it’s me.” She crossed her arms, balancing the phone on her shoulder, to give herself some warmth.
“Well, I hope it’s you and not someone else with your number.” She rolled her eyes.
“Listen, I just got off the phone with Caroline, and Linda can’t cover for me. So be a dear and help out Caroline with my projects, please?” She heard a sigh, followed by a thump, which she assumed was him landing in his desk chair.
“Fine. But you owe me. Like food or something.”
“Yeah, yeah I know,” she said smiling. At the office, she was the only few people that can cook well, thus favors being repaid in food.
“Okay gotta go, Caroline is telling me you have a hot date.”
“Wait no! It’s not a date! It’s just with guy friends.”
“Surrrre. And you must be in love with at least one of them,” Sam scoffed.
“Well, that may be true but this is not the time!”
“Aha! Well have fuuuun!” And he hung up on her.
“I’m gonna kill them both,” Y/N muttered, as she walked back to the table.
“There you are!” Ashton said. The other three turned to face her; they all had dopey grins, minus Luke who was giving her mixed signals.
“It was work,” she frowned. Calum raised his brows, silently asking if there was something else going on.
“Nothing important, buuut,” she said, climbing back on the barstool while gripping Luke’s shoulder for balance. “I do have a surprise.”
“What is it?” Mikey said, his eyes widening.
“It’s nothing big, but I did have to work out the logistics with work, and also talk to your manager for the details and the permission to do so but-”
“Tell me, woman!” Ashton said, slamming a fist on the table. “Fuck, that hurt!” He gripped his fist with the other hand. Y/N bit her tongue from laughing.
“So that all means that I get to join you for tour!” The four of them froze, eyes wide, with some gaping mouths.
“You’re fucking joking,” Mikey said. She shook her head.
“Not joking. Confirmed with the boss man yesterday and with my boss earlier today. I get to tag along for the euro leg!” Next thing she knew, she was clobbered by four tall dudes with bear hugs.
“Can’t fucking believe it. You’re coming on tour,” Cal said in her ear.
“Y/N’S COMING ON TOUR!” Ashton nearly yelled in her ear.
“Ow, tone it down Ash,” Luke said. Well, more Luke’s ear than hers.
“Aw geez guys, thanks for the love and warmth, by the way, this bar is fucking cold, but I’m also losing oxygen.” They all reluctantly let go, sitting back in their chairs, except for Ash, who went to get more shots.
“Can’t believe it,” Luke mumbled in her ear. She scooted her chair closer to Luke, before tucking herself in his bomber jacket and wrapped her arms around his frame.
“What are you doing?” Luke said, giggling.
“It’s fucking cold,” she said, pulling herself closer to Luke, “and I’m the dumb idiot that wore a backless dress to the cold-ass bar.” He wrapped an arm around her shoulder, rubbing the other side not attached to him, pausing slightly when she mentioned the backless dress.
“At least you were sensible enough to wear a jacket,” he finally said.
“It’s your jacket, asshole.” Luke giggled, then taking the shot that Ash brought back to their table, handing her one as well.
“Here’s to the true 5SOS band’s Meet You There Tour!” Y/N twisted herself enough to face the group with her shot glass raised in the air.
“Cheers!” They all clinked their glasses, then swallowing the clear liquid down. The other three boys walked away from the table: to dance, to smoke, to get more drinks.
“You’re truly something,” Luke whispered into her ear, rubbing her back.
“Truly yours,” she said back. He stopped rubbing her back, staring into her eyes. She kept eye contact, while straightening up in her chair.
“What?” he said softly. “You mean it?” She rolled her eyes.
“I mean it,” she said, grabbing the lapels of his jacket, “and I love you.”
Luke’s gaze softened, tugging her closer to him.
“Wow, I just never-” he stopped, looking down at her, nearly in his lap and wearing his leather jacket. “I love you too.” She smiled, wrapping her arms around his neck.
“I’m glad, and I thought we were just friends.” Luke blushed, staring at the sun on her dress.
“I’m glad you made the first move.” Then she pulled him down for a kiss, their lips meeting halfway.
“About fucking time.” They both jumped, breaking apart.
Ash, Cal, and Mikey were standing in front of the table, all with smirks plastered on their faces.
“I hate you guys,” Y/N said, before reaching up to kiss Luke again. Once they broke apart, Luke smiled, gazing down at her.
“What?”
“I’ve been waiting for you, all this time.”
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loud music filtered through the walls and you frowned. turning up the volume on your headphones to tune out the intruding music, you grabbed the plastic water bottle on your bedside table. sighing, you flicked the cap open, poised to take a drink. an exceptionally loud shriek startled you, causing you to flinch and spill water everywhere.
living with yukhei wasn’t really what you expected.
he was sweet in the beginning, showing you around when he first introduced you to the apartment and making sure all your stuff was unpacked when you settled in.
the first few nights consisted of mark checking up on you via phone calls and miscellaneous texts while yukhei tried his hardest so you wouldn’t feel awkward with him.
but again, it only lasted a few nights. night five hit and you had witnessed a side of yukhei you’d never seen before. he had some kind of video game on in the living room and god, it was so loud.
you dealt with it because well, you had to. you brushed it off as a boy getting super absorbed into his game and went to your room to watch Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince for the fifth time. yukhei’s video game was still making annoying shooting noises after the credits of your movie scrolled down your laptop.
going to sleep that night was a painful experience. the next morning, yukhei was passed out in the living room, soda cans scattered around him and the tv wasting away on a save screen.
and perhaps mark was right—he usually is anyways—yukhei was a fuckboy. not in the annoying hey let’s bang because i think with my dick way, but more in the im crazy fucking loud because im living my best life by being a semi broke twenty something year old way.
(yukhei wasn’t really that broke, he made a decent amount of money but just didn’t want to pay for rent alone.)
unless you wanted to go through the apartment hunting process again, there wasn’t much you could do.
but you were angry and frustrated and to top it off, your blankets and your shirt were wet. you really didn’t want to cause a scene but the anger bubbled up within you like a soda bottle.
one more shake and you were gonna combust.
that shake came in the form of one of yukhei’s friends breaking something and screaming oh shit.
literally fuck this. you pulled out your phone and started typing away furiously.
11:14 pm
[y/n] MARK PLEASE GET ME OUT OF HERE
[mark] ??
[y/n] yukhei’s throwing a party and somehow the other residents of the apartment complex don’t care
[y/n] it’s really annoying pls are u busy
[mark] your apartment complex is full of other twenty year olds, they don’t give a shit
[y/n] ma rk pls im beggi ng
[mark] god you’re so lucky im done packing
[mark] I’ll pick you up in ten
[y/n] god i love u
[mark] i know you do
read.
you stepped out of your sopping blankets and ripped your shirt off. looking for another shirt and fixing your hair, you grabbed your wallet and your keys.
midway down the stairs, yukhei spotted you.
“y/n! why’re you such a downer? have fun with us!” he slurred. yukhei was standing on the couch, knees bent because his head would hit the ceiling otherwise.
“hell no, you’re drunk as fuck, yukhei. im going out with mark. make sure you clean up when your friends leave,” you side-eyed him.
yukhei contorted his features into a pout, at least you assumed it’d be a pout if he didn’t look like he’d collapse in the next second.
“you’re no fun. what are you, my mom?” he grumbled.
you had reached the front door.
“is mark your boyfriend?” you heard his voice, the quietest it’s ever been.
in surprise, your eyes shot to him.
“no, he’s not. he’s not on the market, anyways. mark’s my best friend,” you answered, “please clean the place up before I get back.”
you could see yukhei nodding as you left the apartment and shut the door behind you.
“do they sell marks at the market?” yukhei shouted behind you. you could only shake your head as you made your way to the elevator.
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this was fun to write!
Warnings; i guess this contains little mentions of NFSW stuff, but nothing major. also they’re college age here so pls don’t attack me thank u bye  also the f- word for gay sigh
It was October 29th when Eddie Kaspbrak was sitting on his high dorm bed and trying to read a magazine, but his eyes kept on flicking to the boy on his own bed, that was across the room next to Eddie’s.
The other boy wasn’t like Eddie; his hair was much more out of control, he was lanky, he had super pale skin and his hands were super bony— and cold, Eddie had learnt this when they accidentally went for the same tea bag once; so at this point Eddie was pretty invested on the thought his dorm mate Richie Tozier was a vampire.
Why?
1. He seemed to have no feelings whatsoever.  2. He was quiet most of the time (and Eddie had noticed this was only with him, because outside the room Richie was laughing and cracking jokes very much out loud) but when he wasn’t, he was extremely rude— and, Eddie hated to admit it,  3. he had picture-perfect looks.
But the reason he kept on glancing at the other teen was because he felt uncomfortable being in the same room with him; like he was waiting for him to offend Eddie at any second now. Because besides him most likely being a vampire, Eddie was sure he was also a homophobe.
It all started on the first day of college, when Eddie had already decorated his side of the room; he couldn’t wait to meet his new roommate. He was so excited thinking he was maybe gonna get a new best friend; his childhood best friend Bill had moved away from Maine all the way to Switzerland, Europe for college and even though they did talk almost daily, Eddie didn’t really wanna Skype his best friend half across the world every time at lunch because he didn’t have any friends at his school. Little did he know, that’s exactly what he ended up doing for the first couple of months.
As Eddie was on his bed writing to his diary, the door finally opened, revealing a tall, slender boy with black messy curls creeping from underneath the hood of his black, long hoodie. He had a pair of white headphones around his neck, ripped jeans covering his long legs, in his feet he had blue Converse, and he had a huge training bag with the Nike logo hanging from his shoulder.
Sure, not exactly the type of boy Eddie was expecting— because this one was hot. In fact he was so hot Eddie felt his cheeks fluster, but quickly he swallowed and jumped down from his bed.
“Hi! I’m Eddie!” He said, holding his hand out to the boy with a small on his face, but the other boy just glanced down at his hand and snorted.
“Fuck me.” He just mumbled as he made his way to his bed— and he didn’t mean it erotically; he simply meant that he was screwed.
Awkwardly Eddie dropped his hand and glanced at the boy, who had now started to unpack his sports bag, and Kaspbrak climbed back to his own bed.
Eddie cleared his throat before he spoke.
“What’s your… what’s your name?”
The other kid didn’t answer for such a long time Eddie thought he was gonna ignore him again.
“Richie.” He finally said.
“Richie.” Eddie nodded. He liked the name Richie.
“Wait—” the boy, Richie, said, and turned around to face Eddie now. Eddie, who raised his brows lightly.
“You’re Eddie Kaspbrak, right?” He asked.
Eddie was taken by surprise.
“Um, yeah.” He said. “Why?”
“Oh my God.” Richie mumbled, turning back around and now starting to throw his clothes to the boxes more aggressively.
“Is… something wrong?” Eddie frowned.
“I can’t believe I got paired with a fucking faggot.”
Eddie’s jaw dropped as he stared at the boy in disbelief— did he really just say that?
Oh yes, he did just say that.
He wasn’t surprised Richie had found out; because of course he had. Eddie knew that making out with some random boy at a kickoff- party before college started probably wasn’t the greatest idea. Now everyone knew Eddie was gay; but he never would’ve thought someone would take it this bad.
His words hurt, obviously, but Eddie didn’t say anything. He felt the urge to cry rise up in his throat and just turned to his side, not wanting Richie to see the tears that appeared into his eyes against Eddie’s own will; but he couldn’t help it. He was a sensitive boy, and he honestly hoped to make friends. Were all the other students going to react the same as Richie?
However— Eddie didn’t give up.
He knew that he had to at least try and be polite, even if Richie wasn’t. That’s just how he was raised.
So he made many attempts on talking with the boy; but they weren’t successful ones.
Like that one time Eddie was re-adjusting the stuff on his night table and kept on glancing at Richie, trying to come up with a topic— but Richie wasn’t paying any attention to Eddie as he was “busy” reading a comic.
“So… what do you like to do for fun?” Eddie smoothly asked.
“Fuck.”
Eddie would almost choke on air as he flustered, and Richie calmly flipped the page of his comic book.
“Where did you move from?” Eddie asked another day, when they stepped out of the dorm at the same time.
“None of your business.”
Rude, Eddie had thought and knew better than to ask him more questions that day as he watched the boy take rapid steps further; he clearly didn’t want to walk with Eddie.
But again, one day, he would try.
He was sitting on his bed, watching as Richie sat on his and tuned his guitar, when he decided to speak.
“You got any family?” He asked with a smile.
Richie smiled back; for Eddie’s surprise, but then he spoke.
“Again— none of your business.” He said, the smile then immediately washing off of his face before he then got back to his guitar.
Eddie’s smile disappeared too as he now realized Richie had just been faking his.
Even though Richie wouldn’t fill Eddie in on any details about his life, there were some things he’d found out himself.
He learnt to realize that Richie liked to do other things for fun too; like play his guitar, sing (in the shower) and make funny voices (that Eddie heard while he was in the shower.)
He also moved from New York, that one Eddie had found out when Richie once dropped his ID card. No wonder he was so rude, Eddie thought. He’d heard NYC people are a little shallow. Because hey, they do live in the Big Apple.
And about Richie’s family, Eddie had learned they were pretty much… not there.
Eddie remembers one time when him and Richie happened to walk back to the dorm at the same time on a Friday night, and the hallway was full of drunken teens; and for the first time ever, Richie spoke to Eddie without mocking him.
“I just don’t get it. What fun do you get out of drinking yourself to the point where you can’t remember jack-shit about it? Then you’re gonna wake up covered in vomit and piss and you’re gonna call it a great night out. Keep it up and you’ll end up as an alcoholic in no time. Really gives you a great future, not to mention your future kids.“
Eddie had just quietly glanced up at him, immediately turning his gaze away as the taller boy looked back at him.
“Yeah,” Eddie had then said. “Agreed.”
Then there was also the fact that Eddie had seen some pretty bad bruises on Richie’s body during the first few weeks, before they healed away; these were in his arms and Eddie had only seen them for the short few seconds it took for Richie to switch his shirt (and mostly he would mumble something like, “god, you wanna take a photo to make it last longer?” to Eddie, and he would turn his gaze away immediately). Eddie had obviously never questioned them, but something told him that there was a reason Richie turned his gaze down at that one psychology class when they discussed family violence.
That night Eddie heard Richie cry in his bed around one a.m, when he thought Eddie was asleep.
After November 4th, Eddie no longer thought Richie Tozier was a vampire.
He realized he did in fact have feelings; and hearing him cry in his bed, for what seemed like forever, Eddie felt his chest tighten— he wanted to comfort his dorm mate, tell him it’s okay, but he knew that Richie would probably punch him in the face if he even tried to.
Eddie wasn’t dumb. But he also wasn’t rude— that’s why he never once asked about his parents, not even after hearing Richie cry.
And even if he would have asked, he knew Richie would never tell him.
Eddie would still try and be nice to Richie, even more after the dramatic night; he’d hold the door open for Richie (never getting a thank you- though), he’d ask if Richie wanted the last slice of his pizza (he’d take it, again not thanking) and he’d again try and start chitchatting with him— mostly about annoying teachers or the weather, but it seemed that the nicer Eddie got, the meaner Richie got. He’d do little stuff; like if they walked out the same time, he would slam the door shut instead of returning Eddie’s favors and holding it open for him, and Eddie always stepped back just in time before it would’ve hit his face. Richie only ever boiled tea water enough for himself, and whenever Eddie was quietly chuckling to a text on his phone, Richie would mock his laughter in a super girly- way.
But then there were bigger things.
On November 16th Richie stumbled in to the dorm in the middle of the night with laughter, when Eddie was just about to fall asleep.
Eddie got up to a sitting position under his blanket, and he stared into the dark; the only light in the room was the dim blue moonlight shining through the curtains, and there wasn’t one, but two figures; making out.
“What the fuck, Richie?” Eddie blurted out, and the girl let out a tiny scream.
“Oh my God, who’s that?” She asked.
Eddie recognized her as one of the cheerleaders, but nothing more. For a moment he wondered if she was drunk; but he knew Richie didn’t drink, and he figured he wouldn’t take advantage of drunk girls either. Well, it’s not like he’d even have to. Girls were desperate for him.
“It’s just my roommate,” Richie said. “Don’t worry, you’re not his type.”
Richie wrapped his arms around the girl’s waist, before whispering—
“He’s gay.”
Eddie’s stomach turned around.
“Shit, really?” The girl blurted out, a tiny giggle escaping her mouth.
“Uh-huh.” Richie murmured, kissing the girl’s neck— and for some reason Eddie couldn’t look away.
“He’s staring,” the girl said, staring back at Eddie in the dark room.
“Let him,” Richie said, lifting the girl to his bed and leaning closer to press a sloppy kiss to her lips. “Lil Eddie-Spaghetti probably just gets very lonely.”
Eddie was on the edge of crying again because Richie was being so mean. The poor brunette had literally done nothing but tried to be a nice person.
However, he tried to not think of the hurt Tozier’s words caused (or was he hurting because he’d watched Richie kiss the girl?) he turned to his other side and pulled the pillow over his head, trying to ignore the giggles and soon pants coming from the other boy’s bed for the next thirty minutes; but Eddie could’ve sworn it lasted for closer to three hours— or at least that’s what it felt like.
On November 20th Eddie rushed back to the dorm after P.E— he never took showers in the mutual shower room because he was disgusted with the thought of sharing the room with so many people, naked.
He had to scrub the dorm shower from head to toe before using it because of Richie alone, so there was no way he was going to shower with complete strangers.
So he was covered in sweat as he stepped in to the dorm, not hearing a sound; Great, Richie wasn’t even here, he thought. He could take his shower in peace.
He only ever dressed or undressed in the bathroom, because he didn’t want Richie walking in on him naked— for Tozier this wasn’t a problem though, which was weird since he seemed to be pretty disgusted with Eddie’s sexual orientation. Richie was constantly changing his clothes in front of Eddie, and each time it was getting harder and harder for Eddie to not look at him as he sat on his bed and pretended to read a book.
So like every time, Eddie just grabbed the door handle and pulled it open— Only to find Richie standing under the shower, applying shampoo to his hair. Eddie gaped at him; even though Richie had changed his clothes in front of Eddie before, he had never seen the curly haired boy fully naked; well, not his front, anyway.
But now he was staring at it.
Yes, literally staring at it.
Because wow, Eddie thought.
“Jesus, Kaspbrak!”
Richie’s words made Eddie flinch back to the moment and he flipped his eyes up to Richie’s.
“If you wanna jerk one off go to Pornhub!” Richie blurted out, and Eddie still couldn’t say anything.
“Did you hear me—?” Richie asked, getting annoyed now.
Silence— the poor boy Eddie had lost his ability to speak.
“I am not fucking gay, Kaspbrak!” Richie blurted out, saying the word like it was the nastiest word ever to exist.
And after those words Eddie just nodded, mumbled a ‘sorry’ and shut the door rapidly.
He felt like staying in the dorm would be too awkward, so he walked out immediately, not exactly sure where he was going— but he knew it had to be far away from Richie because Eddie knew that now, once he’d seen it; he wouldn’t be able to stop thinking about Richie’s naked body.
November 22th Eddie was coming back from one of his classes and had just made it to the dorm room, when he stopped to stare at the door. There was a paper taped to it.
HERE LIVES
A FAGGOT
Eddie’s stomach dropped as his throat started to tighten with the urge to cry, and just then some students walked past him from behind, bursting out in tiny laughs as they looked at the paper. He wondered how many people had already seen it, and even thought majority of the students seemed to know Eddie was gay already, it wasn’t really none of their business. And this was just mean.
Eddie knew exactly who was behind this; which is why it hurt even more.
He ripped the paper off of the door and with intensity shoved it open, stomping in.
“Are you serious?!” He yelled at Richie as the door slammed shut behind him,  staring at the boy on the bed who had earphones in his ears.
He frowned and pulled them down, staring at Eddie.
“Huh?” He just asked.
“I asked, are you serious—?!” Eddie asked again, holding the paper up.
“What’s that?” Richie asked.
“What’s that—” Eddie mocked in a low voice. “Don’t act like you don’t know!”
“Jesus, Kaspbrak, I don’t know— what is that?” Richie was confused as he got up to a sitting position.
Eddie was furious as he squeezed the paper into a ball and threw it at Richie, who grabbed it and opened it, glancing at Eddie once more before he read it, a small frown still on his face.
Once he was done he lifted his gaze to look at the brunette, who had his fists clenched as he was breathing heavily through his nostrils.
“I didn’t write this,” Richie said.
“Then who did?!” Eddie snapped. “Because I know you hate me!”
“What?” Richie blurted out.
Eddie’s eyes widened; what the hell was wrong with him? Why couldn’t he just admit it?
“Oh my God, you’re unbelievable!” Eddie threw his hands up in frustration. “It’s so obvious, Richie!”
“What is obvious?!” Richie was so confused.
“That you hate me because I’m gay!” Eddie blurted out, staring at him.
Richie stared back, not saying a word. Eddie looked like he was gonna have his forehead vein burst at any second now, so Richie knew not to raise his voice or make sudden moves or anything that might just trigger Eddie and turn him into a small ball of rage that couldn’t be stopped; so slowly he got up from the bed, Eddie keeping a hawk-eye on his every move.
“You think I hate you because you’re gay.” Richie said.
“Yes.” Eddie answered sharply, watching as Richie made his way over to him, still with rather slow steps.
“And why is that?” Richie asked.
“Because you’re rude to me, you mock me, you act like you don’t know me outside this dorm room—” Eddie held a new finger up at every reason.
“Okay, fine, reasonable.” Richie cut him off, lightly raising his hands up in surrender and Eddie glared at him.
“But I don’t hate you,” the curly haired boy let out a small laugh, and Eddie’s brows shot up fast. How dare he laugh?
“You think this is funny?” Eddie asked in disbelief. “You think it’s funny humiliating me like that—?!”
He shoved Richie from his shoulders lightly, and this surprised the taller boy.
“For the last time, Kaspbrak, I didn’t do that!” He blurted out, pointing at the paper.
“Then who did?!” Eddie raised his voice again.
“Well I don’t know but it definitely wasn’t me!” Richie raised his voice a little too— now he was just getting pissed off.
“Oh— so it definitely wasn’t you?“ Eddie mocked.
"Yeah!”
“And why is that?!” Eddie was about to get furious; why couldn’t his stupid ass roommate just admit it and apologize?
“Why—?!” Richie asked.
“Yeah!” Eddie blurted out.
“You really wanna know?” Richie asked,  annoyed with the brunette, as he raised his brows.
“Oh, please, enlighten me!” Eddie spat— the conversation was heated and the tension in the room could’ve been cut with a knife, it had grown to that point.
“Oh I will!” Richie snapped.
“Great, then do!” Eddie snapped back, and suddenly Richie grabbed his face and smashed his lips to the other boy’s.
Eddie’s eyes widened in shock and he didn’t even kiss Richie back, and then the dark haired boy already pulled away. He was staring at Eddie who was staring back at him, and his facial expression was so freaked out it would’ve amused Richie if the situation that had caused it wasn’t the one it was.
But before Richie could apologize— or, whatever, he wasn’t really sure what to do— Eddie practically threw himself at Richie. He slammed his mouth on Richie’s, he shoved his hands in his thick curly hair, and Richie grabbed him by the waist.
They started to back out towards Richie’s bed, until the back of his legs hit the edge of the bed— and Richie sat down to it, Eddie falling to his lap open legged.
The kiss was thirsty and desperate; both of them had been wanting this for so long, never admitting it to themselves and most definitely not to the other one.
Soon Richie’s hands sneaked under Eddie’s shirt, and he pulled his shirt up and tossed it to the floor— then he started to work on a hickey on Eddie’s collarbone.
“What are we doing—” Eddie breathed out, his eyes closed from the pleasure he felt when Richie’s lips sucked on his soft skin, but soon he pulled his lips away to answer to Eddie.
“Something we should’ve done a long time ago,” Richie murmured huskily, before he attacked Eddie’s neck this time, and a shaky breath left Eddie’s mouth.
“God, agreed.” He blurted out.
After approximately forty-five minutes— the best forty-five minutes of their lives, honestly— the both boys were now lying on Richie’s bed, under the blankets with their cheeks red, and Eddie was snuggled to Richie’s side, finger drawing lazy circles to Richie’s chest.
“So…” he started, and Richie turned his gaze to Eddie, a smirk rising to his face— and Eddie chuckled.
“What was that?” He asked.
“That was…” Richie was trying to think of what to say. “That was something I’ve wanted to do for a while now.”
“And what’s a while?” Eddie asked.
“Ever since I saw your cute ass for the first time.” Richie mumbled, gaze sliding down to Eddie’s lips.
The smaller boy felt his stomach fill with butterflies, before he leaned his head closer to close the gap between their lips for a soft kiss.
“I thought you hated me,” Eddie murmured quietly.
“Seriously? I couldn’t hate you if I tried. You with your weird little OCD’s and fucking adorable giggles…” Richie sighed, gaze focused on the smaller boy’s hair that he was softly playing with, Eddie’s cheeks blushing. “I just… I was confused. I’d never felt like that; because of a boy. But you… God, you sure fucked me up, Kaspbrak.”
Eddie felt his heart flutter at Richie’s words as a smile took over his lips.
“Well— you sure fucked me up too, Tozier.” He said and leaned to kiss him again.
“But you–” Richie started in between the kiss, before pulling away. “You shouldn’t even like me. I’ve been nothing but a asshole.”
“That’s not exactly true,” Eddie said, shrugging lightly. “I’ve caught you off-guard a couple of times.”
Richie frowned.
“Like when?” He asked, and Eddie just smiled.
“You don’t need to know.” He said, before snuggling closer to Richie’s side and adjusting his head to rest on his shoulder, as he lazily spread one hand across Richie’s chest.
Once he did, Richie felt a warm feeling brush all over his body from head to toes; he was the happiest he’d ever been.
He figured that warm feeling was love.
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HENLO!!! this is ur actual bday present, not that Gross thing i sent earlier lol. again, do whatever u want with it!! u dont have to post it or anything. it’s just easier to submit stuff like this than to, idk, send u an email like a señora lol.
ok so im doing this in bullet point format bc the last time I wrote a coherent, well-written paragraph was like 5 years ago or smth. anyway!! since u hated soooo much my beautiful, amazing, unique goths au im going with the loser couple au… which was also a college au of sorts?? dskjhksjdf this isn’t even an au, since y’all are already losers tbh (^: this also got out of hand…. this shit is eight pages long. idk enjoy bithc.
first of all, ck the kind of dude everyone’s lowkey scared of bc he’s silent and serious af. also he does seem kind of a weirdo, tbh?
youve seen him around, maybe you’re in the same dorms but u have absolutely no idea what he’s majoring in :o and u ask around but no one has any idea either!! oh wow a mystery~~
BUT he’s kinda cute hmmm (^: and u probably find the weirdo vibe interesting
however it’s so hard to get to talk to him. u always run into him when you’re out with friends or in a hurry to get to class so :///
but destiny works in mysterious ways~~~ and once u meet it’s rly. so unexpected.
actually, it’s awful since u get locked out of ur dorm sound familiar?? during winter break, rly late at night after a long study session at the library yes, the library, fight me. so u kinda just. sit down miserably outside ur room, since ur roommates are gone, cursing everything and everyone. u will eventually go looking for someone to help u out or smth but right now u need to Whine.
but oh my!! enter mister im changkyun!!! that weirdo who actually lives a couple of doors away from u (how come you never found out wtf???)
he sees u basking in ur misery and actually. finds u rly cute??? bc you’re pouting, cursing a little under ur breath, fumbling with ur phone. but u also look angry as fuck, ready to kill a man??? and yet you’re really fucking cute what the hell!!!!
so he comes up to u and asks u what’s wrong, to which u answer not so nicely without even looking up from ur phone, bc you’re rly so done with this situation ://
but then u look up and u See who it is fuck fuck fuck fuckfucbicvufkhkcfj
but since ck’s Nice and he understands that u must be having an awful time (and also bc he thinks youre cute) he offers to help u. you’re kind of skeptical since he’s just another student, what could he do???
until he tells u he knows how to pick locks lmaoaoaoaoa. that lil weirdo (‘:
anyway he saves ur night. but since he’s an annoying lil shit he’ll tease u abt it every time he runs into u for the rest of winter break.
since that day y'all basiclly become an old, bickering, married couple fnsdjdj
u never stop annoying each other…. you’re wearing a hoodie? he’ll probably pull the hood all the way down until it covers ur eyes, and u get him back by messing up his hair which, by the way,is so soft….. hmmmm
u call each other nerd and loser and dumbass all the time lmao. he’ll constantly bring up the way u met just to jokingly say that you’d be lost without him :/// he rly is a lil shit.
it’s funny bc everyone figures out u are falling for each other… except u two. and i rly do mean everyone. ur friends. his friends. ur roommates. ur cat. the janitor, too, probably. it’s so obvious it hurts.
one time someone implies u would be a cute couple and y'all literally go all ‘no???? haha me??? liking that loser??? pfft not in a million years’
it’s the biggest lie, of course (: and ever since that person suggested u would look good together, both of u kind of realize it’d be… nice. more than nice. actually, super nice.
but since both of u are dumb tsunderes,  as ive said before, u will literally be the embodiment of this scene… except it goes both ways. honestly u are so gone for each other it’s GROSS.
but we need some angst up in here so y'all dont get together for a reaaaaaaally long time :/ smh. the pining is Real. ppl come and go in ur lives, and each person u go out with sees that u already fell for someone else—and that’s why all potential relationships don’t last much–, but sdjkfhksjdhk!!! neither of u want to openly admit it.
it’s A Mess bc u are actually good friends and u tell each other abt ur dates and stuff—secretly hoping the other will do something—but y'all looove being dumb so u act like it’s all cool and be like ‘o rly!! good for u, i hope it works out’. right. :/
y’all keep dancing around each other for several months until one Merciful Soul gets tired of ur shit and forces u to sort things out. im talking abt locking u up in some room and not letting u out until u stop pretending u aren’t disgustingly in love with each other. or smthequally cheesy (: u know ilove cheese
((obviously everyone eavesdrops through the door bc cmon, theyve been waiting for this for sooooo long))
at first u two are just annoyed at the Merciful Soul betchait was minhyuk, and u spend ur time yelling and cursing them for doing this (all while claiming that this is pointless, since u have NO feelings for each other. none. nada!)
after a very long time, it’s ck the one that confesses first lmao. youve been whining and being grumpy the whole time youve been locked up together and it kinda reminded him of the way u met… damn. here come The Feelings.
he’s tired, and there’s nothing left to lose. so he tells u The Truth.
[suspenseful pause….. what’s going to happen next?? :OOOOO]……… tune in next year to find out, in the continuation of Cristina’s Cheesy Birthday Present!!!
jk, proceed to the next bullet point pls.
obviously u tell him u feel the same way [insert ppl crying in the background] and he’s actually shocked when u say u like him back…. and gosh, he does look cute when he’s surprised…
so yeah!!! it’s until then that u FINALLY go on a date during the weekend!!. hallelujah. thanks minhyuk,u beautiful soul.
so!!! ok!! first date!!! a rly cute fairground in the evening!!!
u try to be fake mean to each other like u used to but everything feels different~~~ (^:
so instead y’all act bashful as hell, and blush at everything jjdfghjfhd. hands brushing accidentally?? BLUSH. eyes meeting? BLUSH. BLUSH BLUSH BLUSH!!! u also laugh at everything bc both of u are so nervous oh gmhg fdknjjkdsfjoidf this is gross.
he’ll tell bad jokes to make u laugh and they’re rly so so so bad that he actually keeps u in stitches. if u look rly closely you’ll see his huge ass heart eyes bc !!!! he made u laugh!!!! and u look so pretty when u laugh omg!!!! dis-gos-tinnnnn
it’d be such a cute date tbh im crying just thinking abt it (‘’’’: obviously he’s a gentleman and he lets u choose what to eat, which ride to go to first, etc. u could literally tell him ‘hey let’s just sit down and do nothing’ and he’d say yes. he’s so gONe, ifmgfjdmf.
he’s kinda quiet and a lot shier than u wouldve expected but youre literally melting bc that’s a new side to him that you’d never thought you’d see.
u end up having so much fun (‘: u gross lil idiots, u.
oh and he’s def the type to ask if he can kiss u at the end of the night EYYYYYY
even if u find that incredibly endearing you’ll probably roll ur eyes with a huge ass smile on urlips lmaoaoaoao and call him a dummy for even asking when you’ve literally be in cloud nine since ur date started kjkhwjeqdkwjlk  
[hello, brief break to clarify that from this point i forgot this was actually a college au lmao, so the rest of the bullet points are literally just. random facts abt u two dating hhhhhh. We dont even know what ck’s major is odjfngnfdj]  
at first things are a lil awkward in ur relationship tbh
catch ck googling ‘how to relationship’ on a daily basis dnfndkfjdncn he is sort of clueless abt how to handle The Feelings. mostly bc this is Important and the last thing he wants is to mess it up )^:
that goes away eventually, tho!! he’ll start being his weird little self real fucking soon, so Get Ready
u still call each other nerd and all that stuff, but ur voices are dripping with fondness when u say it… literally everyone around u gets cavities from it, ew.
he’s not that big on planning dates but from time to time he’ll take u to rly cool, unexpected, interesting places :o  and eventually he’ll show u his favorite secret spots ((’:
study dates are a thing. i bet he’s that type of person that enjoys reading in weird ass positions… his legs are like, halfway off the couch and his arm is bent in a way that looks almost painful… what the hell….?? but it’s fine (: it goes so well with ur study methods, those that are Too Weird for the library, yeah?? (:
he will also stare at u a lot bc u look cute when you’re rly focused on smth that is, when u stop  whining abtstudying…
every time u catch him doing that you’ll go all ‘stop staring at me!!! wtf are u looking at u weirdo’ and he’ll answer ‘you’re so pretty~~~ ♥️♥️♥️’. you’ll blush like a lil idiot, naturally (^: hmmmm
and yea, yea. nap dates are a thing too :/// with sleepy forehead kisses and raspy voices and tangled limbs. all that sappy stuff. he’s a lil shit tho, so he’ll sometimes poke ur ribs to tickle u lmao.
buuuut he’ll also take a lot of pics of u sleeping bc he thinks youre cute )))): his faves always end up being his wallpaper for months.
he’ll get strange gifts for u, like rly bizarre plushies and rare books on topics he thinks u will like,  tacky anime memorabilia, etc. he’ll always give them to u at random times bc he just saw them and reminded him of u ♥️  
he makes a lot of playlists for u too!!! pls listen closely, he puts a lot more thought into them than he lets on.
u like his selfies??? well he’ll send u a lot of those. unfortunately, bc he’s a lil shit, he’ll mostly send double chins and weird ass faces from equally weird angles  
from time to time he’ll send u a Nice One tho ((((^: and u know, tongue selfies since youreSO fond of his(and I quote) “5ft tongue”. and oh gosh! is that a tongue piercing…??? eyyyyyy
if u want to take couple selfies then you’re gonna have a real hard time bc he’ll always be making weird faces and poses just to be annoying. eventually u will make dumb faces too tho (’: what a couple of losers
expect weird random texts: he loves telling u abt whatever is on his mind—probably aliens. he thinks a lot abt aliens and the universe. throw some conspiracy theories in there, too—. he’ll also send obscure memes. and a lot of russian cats!!
he’ll love ur cosplay hobbie. he thinks it’s super cool. he’ll call u a nerd but don’t be fooled! he totally brags abt it with his friends (^:
oh! and this is unrelated but at some point y'all will look like an emo goth couple. u won’t even realize that you’re both wearing black and looking Edgy, it’ll just happen spontaneously. tragic 😔
there are a lot of comfortable silences when u hang out, but late night deep convos are also fundamental :o!!! bc y'all are Smort.
he’ll act like f*cboi from time to time tbh?? he’ll tell lots of dirty jokes LMAO. u roll ur eyes at him a lot bc they’re rly. so bad.
if he winks or does Eyebrow Things then u can’t rly roll ur eyes and act like you’re annoyed bc (: u like it (: and u think it suits him (: and he knows it (: (: (:
u get back at him by telling him he’s cute tho, and he’ll get all shy and he’ll stutter and saying “noooooo” while also fighting back a smile
he will also howl or bark at u to annoy u jdfhkjdf. damn f*rry ://
on that note, he loves to embarrass u in front of ur friends bc he’s a lil shit :DD
But he’s also the sweetest??? whenever he sees you’re feeling down he’ll start doing weird shit to make u laugh. if that doesn’t work then he’ll hug u real tight without saying anything else, bc that’s Enough, u know?? (’:
ok time to get Domestic lads!!!
Idk who the hell is going to cook bc y'all are a damn mess in the kitchen. u two try to cook Nice Meals sometimes. seven times out of ten u end up ordering takeout lmao.
be prepared: he sings in the shower, and he does so terribly. (he might do it a little louder and a little more off-key sometimes bc he knows it makes u laugh)
random kisses are a thing!!! he kisses ur cheek or ur shoulder or ur nape or literally. any body part he can get his lips on when u two are just hanging out, watching movies or smth. it’s so soft and cute )^: wtf im crying
but also stolen kisses!! he’ll kiss u at the most unexpected of times and it alwaysleaves u breathless
he’ll constantly put his head on ur shoulder and make this face at u (^:  
can’t sleep??? don’t worry!!! he’ll sing to u with that pretty, soothing voice of his
anyway. what I meant is that y’all would be such cute little idiots together this was long af. wow. im so sorry. happy birthday??? lmao
I HAD TO PUT THIS UNDER A READ MORE BC ITS SO FUCKING LONG NAT U DUMBASS ICB U DID THIS KFJSKFJSLKDJFLKJ THIS IS SO CHEESY AND GROSS and it also made me realize that u know too much shit abt me. what was that t*ngue part. im not talking to u ever again. aNYWAY U RLY ARE AN IDIOT I WAS SMILING SO BIG THRU THIS WHOLE THING MAYBE I SCREAMED A LITTLE?????????? FUCK U!!!!!!!! WHATS WITH ‘The Feelings’ PART I HATE THAT I ALMOST DIED FUCK OFF IM NOT LIKE THIS!!!!!!! I DONT HAVE FEELINGS!!!!!! U CANT DO THIS TO ME SKJFHSKJDHFKSLDJFH 
icb u rly did the fairground first date i rly fucking hate u why did i even tell u these things i knew it was gonna fire back im fjjgjkknknnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn ur ‘tragic 😔’ when we become a goth couple :/ u dont understand goth love
why the fuck did u make him howl. i wanna fucking die rn. what the fuck. he fucking would. fuck off.
i dont wanna talk abt all that domestic shit how did u even write all of that without dying i literally wanna rip all my limbs off i wont make any comment. i didnt need to know what that would be like but u looooove ruining my life so :)
i rly hate u ksdjfhskdjhfksjh icb u did this thank u i wanna die??????????? wtf nat !!!!! no but rly thank u :( u took the time to write this long ass college au (is it????? whats cks major tho rly :/ ) and just skdfjsjk u remembered all the weird shit i told u thats cute and also Really Bad what else do u know that i forgot i told u skdfksjh im literally always screaming at u abt this shit how did u !!! remember all of this!!!!! dldskfjshljhlakjsh this is so cute and horrible nat wtf how could u :( now im gonna cry :(
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portersprincess · 6 years
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Preference #1 - He is slightly annoyed with you
Austin: (x)
Edwin: You had woken up this morning with an amazing feeling. After a long time, you had finally found your favourite man beside you in bed again, after a long time of missing his everyday presence while he was on tour. He had come back last night, and the reunion had been happier and more lovingly than you had imagined. 
He was tired, though. You knew he was prone to becoming tired very easily, but after an intense tour, it was worse than it usually was. This had made you decide to not wake him up as you left for work in the morning. He was sleeping so peacefully that you simply pressed a kiss to his cheek and left a note saying where you had gone, explaining that unfortunately, your life wasn't as cool as his and that you had to follow your daily routines and take your responsibilities.
 Hours had passed before you received a text from Edwin. 
New message from Edwin ♥ 14:09 Hey babe, good morning... or afternoon?🙈 Sorry I didn't wake up so I could see you in the morning, wake me up next time, plz. Will be goin to the studio with the bois soon to record some new tunes, don't know when I'll be back, hope it won't be too long. Can't wait to spend more time with you. I love u, hope youre havin a good day  ♥♥. 
You had been trying to keep your mind off him as much as possible, trying to focus on your work. However, the text made your heart beat faster and the blood rush to your cheeks. After such a long time together, you still couldn't believe that Edwin fucking Honoret was actually telling you that he loved you. 
Your thoughts were interrupted by a customer, asking for advice on a dress she tried on. You quickly replied an "I love you too, good luck! ♥" and went back to work. 
"Could you try on the blue one for me again, please? I want to compare it to the one you are wearing now," you smiled sweetly at your costumer, even though she had already tried on four dresses and was still not satisfied with anything she saw. Meanwhile, your phone had been buzzing multiple times. As she went back to change, you quickly took a peek at it. 
New message from Edwin ♥ 14:16 You're so cute. Btw, have you seen my black Balmain shirt with the blue letters and the red person on it?
New message from Edwin ♥ 14:18 Kind of want to wear it today ☺
New message from Edwin ♥ 14:18 Really want to wear it today
New message from Edwin ♥ 14:19 Need to wear it today
New message from Edwin ♥ 14:20 S.o.s.
New message from Edwin ♥ 14:20 Y/N I get you're working but please, you know the importance of fashion. I need to wear this shirt
New message from Edwin ♥ 14:22 Babe
New message from Edwin ♥ 14:22 Y/N pls answer
Missed call from Edwin ♥ 14:23
New message from Edwin ♥ 14:23 GIRL WHERE IS THIS SHIRT
New message from Edwin ♥ 14:23 I know I didnt take it on tour
Missed call from Edwin♥ 14:25
New message from Edwin♥ 14:28 I can't find it!! I'm goin crazy call me back rn
You raised your eyebrows reading all his messages. You knew how much care Edwin took in picking the right outfits, and how he usually started thinking about them the day before he would actually wear it. You also knew an outfit could make or break his confidence for the day, and that he would be horribly sad and grumpy if he wouldn't be able to wear what he had foreseen. And you also knew... you had worn it two days ago and hadn't washed it yet. 
Much like his band members, when you first met Edwin, you thought he was from some model from an agency based in Milan, Italy. He valued his clothes and, when things between you two had become extremely serious, he had pointed at specific ones you were never allowed to wear. They were his. Not even love could come between him and his fashion. 
At this point of realisation, the costumer came out and you quickly said you liked the blue dress best, offering a short explanation and running off. You had to call Edwin, but you had no idea what to say. He would be furious. 
Eventually, you took a deep breath and called him. He picked up almost immediately, sounding desperate.
 "Y/N... I can't find the shirt... Where is it babe..."
"Okay, don't get mad..."
Silence on the other end of the line. You continued slowly.
"Right, so... I kind of... wore your shirt the other day..."
"Y/N," he spoke, disapprovingly. 
"I know, sorry.""Just tell me where it is, I don't have time for this now. We'll deal with this tonight," he sounded annoyed. And you knew it wasn't about to get better. 
"Edwin, baby. Don't kill me. But I haven't washed it yet. You can't wear it," you bit your lip, looking down at the pavement at this confession. 
"Y/N. How many times did I tell you not to touch my fucking clothes? You have plenty of your own and you can wear my old clothes but not my fucking brand clothes or my new clothes!" Slowly, his annoyance turned to anger. At the same time, the woman you had helped before stormed out of the shop, with a disgusted look on her face.  
"You will never see me in this place again! You uninterested, selfish piece of filth!" she shouted, walking off after that. Now you knew you were going to get into trouble with your manager and potentially lose your job. On top of that, Edwin was continuing his tirade, making it so that you were close to tears. 
"... and like you know how much it mea-"
"Honestly all you fucking care about is your looks, you know. I probably just lost my job because you were spamming me over a fucking shirt. You know how much my job means to me, too," you cut him off. 
"Y/N..."
"No, I'm not finished. I loved the shirt and you were on tour. How was I supposed to know you had to work again the day after you got back? And that you had planned to wear it? You could've communicated it to me? Or helped me with some laundry, maybe?" You started to feel bad for the things you were saying, but you thought the argument was so dumb that it made you angry, too. "We're fighting over a fucking shirt. Can't believe this shit," and with that, you hung up, went back inside and headed to explain yourself to the manager, who sternly told you off and gave you a formal warning. 
Over the course of the day, you received a couple more texts from Edwin, but you chose to ignore them and work harder, longer and better than ever, trying to make up for the issue of before. You were scared to go home, and by the time you arrived at the front door, you had the urge to walk away. But with the thought in mind that you didn't want to lose Edwin while there was a lot to save in your relationship, you entered the house. Of course, he was already waiting for you.
 You closed the door, while he approached you. He looked hurt. You looked down.
"Y/N..." he came even closer, reaching out for your face, lifting up your chin so that you were forced to look up in his big, brown eyes. "I'm sorry about what happened today. I was out of line... You're right, I can be selfish when it comes to fashion and prioritize what I think is important... I called you at work and made you neglect that, knowing you could get into trouble for that. I didn't realise it's 'just' a shirt. I don't want to lose you over that, you're far more important," he smiled softly, tears flowing down your cheeks.
"I also said some mean things, and I knew I am not supposed to wear your clothes. I knew it was important to you... I'm sorry, too..." 
"Don't cry, babe..." He wiped away your tears and leaned in for a warm, loving kiss. "I love you," he stated as he pulled back.
 "I love you too," you whispered. He seemed happier, pulling you into the living room. 
"Here, I got you something," he dragged you over to a clothing rack. "Have a look," he grinned, and you complied. You chuckled seeing what he had bought you, and then kissed him, filled with love, gratitude and a little bit of regret at the things you had told him earlier. 
There they hung, as a symbol of never fighting over something stupid again.
Your own special Balmain shirts.  
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hazftcor · 7 years
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Good Vs Bad
Nolan x Werewolf!Reader
Requested: nope
Summary: In which Nolan and Y/n are best friends but Nolan doesn’t know Y/n is a werewolf.
Warning: Swearing (shouldn’t be a warning really.), blood, fights, car accidents.
Notes: dedicated to @chimeracuddles because she loves Nolan/Froy and has made my hatred for Nolan became a love hate relationship.
“Hey kids.” You say as you walk to the table where Corey and Mason were sitting. You see their facial expression as they looked up at you.
“What’s wrong?”
“Brett has gone missing.” You nod your head.
“Liam went to help find him. We called Lydia to try to help and all we got was the number 68.”
“Number 68? That’s Nolan’s lacrosse number.” You tell your friend.
“Oh? Well, I don’t think we bother her anymore. I did a lot of things while she tried to focus.” Corey’s face reddens. You giggle.
“So I have a bio test and I also have a history test, which one first?”
“I say bio, because its harder.”
“Okay then, history it is.” Corey glares at you as you get up to find a book.
“So Nolan's your best friend right?” Mason pops behind you. You jump and turn your head to face Mason.
“Mason, You scared the shit out of me. Don’t ever sneak up on me like that again.” He laughs.
“I am best friends with Nolan. Why do you ask?”
“Just curious. Have you told him you’re... you know... the same as Liam?”
“No. I don’t want him to know. I want to protect him from this world.”
“Are you saying that the pack is all dangerous?” He jokes.
“No! Of course not! I’m talking about the supernatural world in general. It’s dangerous and humans can barely survive it. Unless its you and Stiles.” You find a book and take it out. You head back to your seat. All of a sudden, Nolan slams his things against the table. You jump and look up at your best friend.
“Hm Nolan? Are you studying for bio?” You ask.
“Yeah actually, I am.” He sits down, his knees hit against yours, sending shivers up your spine. Needless to say, you were in love with your best friend.
“Trying to understand how organisms can change.” Mason and Corey start to help him understand while you tried to ignore the feeling you got every time Nolan’s knee brushes against yours. You tuned out of their conversation and opened your book to read. You were only interrupted when Corey got up. His hand was bloody, so was Nolan’s pen.
OWH.” Corey covers his wound as everyone in the library got up to look at what was going on. Nolan quickly grabs Corey’s injured hand and shoves it your face.
“Look at him Y/n. Look! Look at him!” Corey pulls away. You stand in shock of what just happened as Nolan leaves the library.
“Holy shit, Corey I’m so so sorry about him.” You apologize after you snap out of what had just happened.
“It’s okay Y/n.”
“I’ll talk to him, don’t worry.” You say before packing your things to go home. You wave goodbye to your friends and started texting your best friend Nolan. 
You: Meet me at my place in 20
bff<3: Okay 
When you reached your house, Nolan was already there.
“Nolan? You’re here early.”
“Yeah I got nothing to do.”
“Mmhm.” You say as you open your front door.
“Why didn’t you go in? You knew where the spare key was.”
“I wanted to wait for you.”
“How did you know I wasn’t home yet?”
“You were in the library. Also I looked at your room window. The light wasn’t turned on.”
“Hm okay. Anyway, I just wanted to ask why did you stab Corey?” You ask as the two of you enter your room. 
“I wanted everyone to know about him. I guess I wanted to prove something.”
“Nolan, you can’t go all stabby stabby on people to prove something.”
“I’m sorry. I wanted to show you that he is not a human and that he is dangerous.”
“Corey is not dangerous. If he was, I would’ve stopped being friends with him.”
“All of them are dangerous Y/n. You can’t trust them!” Nolan raises his voice.
“I can! I know them! and I believe them! They will never hurt me!”
“Are you saying that you believe them more than your best friend?”
“Nolan you know that’s not what I meant. I know you are paranoid about the situations that have happened around school but it’s not gonna happen again.”
“How do you know Y/n? What if your friends are the cause of everything that has happened?”
“They are not! Can you stop attacking my friends?”
“Why are you on their side? You’re my best friend!”
“I’m on the side that’s right and I believe that what you did to Corey isn’t right.”
“You like one of them don’t you?” You look at him confused.
“What? No I don’t! Nolan, if my friends are dangerous and are monsters, then I would be dead by now.”
“All I want to do is protect you from things that could harm you!” Your heart fluttered. 
“Nolan, I know you care about me. But I can take care of myself okay? You don’t need to worry.”
“If I lose you, I would have no one left.” He mumbles out, fidgeting with his fingers. You walk up to him and touch his hands,
“I will never leave you. You’re not gonna be alone. You are never gonna be alone.” You hug him tightly. Your phone vibrates from your pocket and you take it out.
duMbar: Help me and bring ice cream
You: Why?
duMbar: I did something very stupid, I need cheering up and icecream pls.
You: I can’t help u if you dont tell me wat u did. u always do something stupid.
duMbar: I don’t like u sometimes.
duMbar: So like I exposed US to the world and now I'm ashamed. 
You: dude, how could u? I'm coming
duMbar: really?
You: to kill u :)
duMbar: DON’t COME THEN YOURE JUST GONNA HURT ME
You: did u save Brett? Is he ok?
duMbar: YOU CARE ABOUT HIM MORE THAN ME???????
duMbar: he is fine btw
duMbar: hello? ru ignoring me?
You: sry was debating about if I should waste my $ on u.
duMbar: plsss we’re buddies pls bring me icecream.i will love u forever if u do.
duMbar: all I want is icecream is that too much to ask?
You: k i’ll bring the icecream and then I leave 
duMbar: no! don’t go, stay over plssssssssssssss
You: stop being annoying and I will come over
duMbar: oki, come thru window it will be unlocked for u:)
You giggle at Liam’s messages.
“Who ya texting?” Nolan asks trying to see your screen. You swat him away.
“Just Liam. He wants me to go over and study with him.”
“Just the two of you?” 
“Yeah I think so.”
“Isn’t that... not a good idea?”
“Hmm? You think we’re going do things together?” You giggle. “Don’t worry Nolan, we’re not. we’re just studying.“
“That’s what everyone says.” You roll your eyes at your best friend as you start to grab the essentials for staying over at Liam’s place.
“Do you want a ride home? I can give you one on my way to his house.” You ask. He nods before running downstairs to your car. You put your essentials in a duffel bag and head downstairs.
When you get in the car and start driving, Nolan glances at you repeatedly. You had to break the silence.
“Stop staring at me Nolan. If you have a question, ask.”
“Do you like Liam?” You hit your brakes hard upon hearing that question, creating the sound of a car skidding. 
“W-what? Why would you think that?” You say, calming yourself down before driving again.
“Just one text from him can get you to his house, what if he calls you, do you fly there?”
“Hey, Liam needs help studying. I would do the same to you if you were in the same situation.”
“Are you sure you don’t like him?”
“i’m sure Nolan. Yes he may be hot and cute and funny, And yes, he can play lacrosse better than you, Okay well I do feel attracted to him, I mean, who isn’t? He’s the lacrosse team captain, he‘s hot, athletic, cute, funny, not too smart but smart. And it’s the hormones too! But he’s not really my type kinda.” You explain. Nolan nods. You look at him. ‘How did he get that? I said those words and I don’t even know what I just said’
“You won’t lie to me right?”
“Yeah of course not! You’re my best friend! What is there you don’t know?” You lie. There was a thing he didn’t know and it was that you were a werewolf. 
You were walking around school, trying to find your friends. Earlier, they have told you about how the lacrosse team was going to get them to shift, and it included your best friend. You wanted to help but when the bell rang, you were called by your teacher and it slowed you down. You continued to walk around until you saw a whole crowd at the door of a class room.
“What are you trying to hide Liam? Your eyes?” Your eyes widen at the Liam’s name and you push your way through to the front. You look at the scene in horror. You push you way through the other lacrosse teammates who were holding you back.
“Nolan Nolan, Stop!” You scream. Nolan looks at you.
“I’m trying to show you who the hell you chose to be your friends!” Gabe pushes Liam towards the wall.
“Open your eyes.” Gabe demands. Liam takes a few deep breathes before opening them. You relax at the sight of his blue eyes. Nolan steps in and punches him.
“Nolan what the f*ck?” You yell at him, quick to help Liam up. You block the two boys way from getting to Liam.
“I’m showing you who he really is Y/n!”
“Stop! Nolan! He’s my friend. I don’t care who the f*ck he is. He is my friend and I don’t want you to touch him.”
“Because you’re one of them?” Gabe asks, a smirk on his face.
“I don’t know what you are talking about.”
“Why are you protecting him?”
“Y/n, Leave it.” Liam says.
“Y/n step out of the way. So I can show how dangerous your so called friend is.”
“No! Nolan stop!” Gabe suddenly pins you against the wall. You groan at the contact between your back and the wall. Nolan grabs Liam’s face.
“Are you gonna let us do this to you?”
“Come on y/n. Show me your eyes.”
“You’re looking at my eyes.”
“Quit playing games.” Gabe punches you in the stomach. 
“Y/n! What the hell Gabe?” Nolan asks Gabe.
“Nolan, She’s one of them! You can’t trust her!”
“She’s my best friend! She will never lie to me.”
“Well she did! I’m about to show you.” Gabe punches you in the face. 
“I know you can take us Y/n, all you have to do is change.”
“Change what? my clothes?” You snap.
“Why are you protecting Liam?”
“Because he is my friend!” You growl. Nolan punches Liam again. 
“Come on Liam, shift!” You grab hold of Liam’s hand. 
“The sun.”
“What?”
“The sun, the moon, the truth.”
“What the hell is that suppose to mean?”
“Who cares?” Gabe lets you go to punch Liam and you take this as an advantage to pull Liam away from them. Gabe punches the wall instead. Nolan and Gabe look at you as you protect Liam.
“Stop it!”
“You can’t stop us.” Nolan says back. You look at him with your jaw dropped. 
“Nolan! You’re my f*cking best friend! I can’t believe you would do this!”
“I’m trying to show you that these aren’t the friends. They’re monsters!”
“She’s friends with them because she’s one of them!”
“She is not! Stop accusing her!”
“Shut the f*ck up both of you.” You shout. “My friends are not f*cking monsters so would you just stop attack them?”
“Why are you always taking their side? I thought you said you didn’t like Liam?”
“Nolan! I don’t like him!”
“Then why are you protecting him? He’s a monster.” You had enough of Nolan. So you punched him. Gabe pulls you away from Liam as Nolan recovers. He throws your head onto the leg of a desk, causing you to grow dizzy. Gabe starts to beat up Liam. Finally a teacher came in and settled things down.
“WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?” He pushes Gabe and Nolan away from Liam. “BACK OFF! HEY GET TO THE PRINCIPAL’S OFFICE IMMEDIATELY!” Coach pushes the two boys out of the room. Nolan looks back at you. You look at him with disgust, before closing your eyes to stop the dizziness. “What the hell is this? Get out! I can’t stand the look on your faces!” The crowd disperses. 
The dizziness had stopped so you get up and help Liam up.
“You shouldn’t had done that Y/n.”
“Hey, we’re buddies. We help each other out.”
“You shouldn’t have protected me.”
“If it was anyone else I would’ve done the same.”
“Clark Kent right?” You smile, wiping some blood off his face with your shirt.
“Yeah, Clark Kent.” You, Liam, Mason and Corey group hug. 
After school, you were walking to your car where Liam and Mason were standing and waiting for you when someone called your name. 
“Y/n!” Nolan calls running up to you with a big bruise on his face from your punch.
“What do you want?”
“Are you busy tonight?”
“Yeah. I got things to do, body parts to heal. I don’t have time for you to talk about how my friends are monsters.”
“I just wanted to know if what Gabe said was true.”
“I’m busy Nolan. Ask me another time.” You say before walking away from Nolan. Nolan pulls you back.
“Nolan. Let me go.”
“Answer me.” Nolan demands, eyes burning into your soul. You felt very uncomfortable and tried to push him away.
“Nolan. Let go, You’re hurting me.” You say. He pushes you up against a wall.
“Answer me!” He raises his voice. You flinch and whimper. You had never seen Nolan act like this before.
“Nolan Let me go!” 
“Answer me!”
“What has gotten into your head Nolan? You’re scaring me!” You say back. His hand lands on your neck. He was gonna choke you.
“Nolan. Do it. Choke me to death. Let’s see if I’m actually your best friend. Or even a friend in fact.” He grips onto your neck and you start to regret saying those words.
“N-Nolan. It’s m-me Y/n. Please.” You cry.
“I said answer me!!” He yells. You flinch, tears falling down your face. 
“I-I-I- let me go! Nolan! I don’t remember what you’re talking about just let me go!” You put your hands on his face. He instantly snaps back to normal. He looks at his hands in horror as he lets go. You clutch onto your neck, gasping for air.
“Y/n I’m sorry.” He says before hurrying off, afraid of his own self. You start to cry as you watch him retreat, still gasping for air.
What happened to the Nolan you knew?
You and your pack were stuck in the sheriff station surrounded by dozens of hunters. The power suddenly goes out. One of the deputies shoves a boy into the room. Nolan.
“Nolan?”
“Y/n? I thought you said you had to meet up with Liam for a study group.” Well, there goes the secret you were keeping from him.
“Throw him out.” Liam steps up.
“No. Y-you can’t, okay? Please don’t. She’ll know I screwed up.” You heart broke at his words. He was on the other side.
“He’s with them.” Liam states. You start to walk away, to avoid crying in front of everyone.
“Liam.”
“Sheriff?”
“He’s a liar and he’s sick in the head. He betrayed his own best friend.” You continued walking away, right into Theo.
“Y/n? Are you crying?”
“My best friend is working for the enemy T. What am I supposed to do now?” You sob into Theo’s chest.
You and Theo were like siblings. He saved you from the beast back then and he brought you to Scott. You were probably the only person nice to him, even after what he did to the McCall pack and his own pack. That’s why he had the heart to save you. At first, Scott didn’t want to bite you and he didn’t believe Theo had a heart after what he has done, but you somehow persuaded Scott to give you the bite so you could heal. Both Scott and Theo were your heroes and you always looked up to them from the day you turned.
“It's okay Y/n. Just stay in the room. Don’t think about it too much.” Theo kisses you forehead before leaving you. You walk into the sheriff’s office and take a seat. The tears have dried off your face, but you felt as if Nolan had just put a hole in your heart.
From out the sheriff window, you see Liam walking to the reception desk. Curiously you walk to where he is.
“What are you looking at Liam?”
“The camera from the holding cell room.” You look at the screen to see Nolan getting up fro the seat he was handcuffed in. He walks to the cell. Your eyes widens as you watch your best friend take out a jar full of purple wolvesbane. You and Liam exchange glances before quickly moving to the holding cell room to stop Nolan. Liam tackles him while you take the jar out to your alpha. 
Shaken by the fact that your best friend was gonna kill two people, you head back to your seat. Parrish had handcuffed Nolan into another room. Liam and Scott went to check the two werewolves and their eyes. When they came back, Liam sat next to you.
“Y/n. It’s okay.” Liam says.
“It’s not. My best friend has turned against me.” Liam wraps his arms around you as you take deep breathes. You hear the window shattering and you look out to see that someone had shot an arrow into the building. A piece of cloth is attached to the arrow. Malia takes out the arrow and Liam grabs the cloth. It shows a bloody number 7.
“This is Brett’s number. They must’ve got it when they were pursuing him.”
“They’re trying to rattle us.” Lydia tells the sheriff.
“it’s working.” Theo says, as Liam’s eyes glow. A scream is heard in the room where Nolan was in. A deputy had hung himself.
“I-I didn’t do anything. I -I I didn’t even say anything. He just got up and started putting the wire around his neck.” He says. You can feel how shakened up Nolan is. Normally, you would’ve went and hugged Nolan, telling him that its okay. But you couldn’t take a step towards him. Nolan turned towards you, biting his nails. You closed your eyes to avoid eye contact and a tear slipped out. You turn around bumping into Theo who wraps his arms around you.
The rest of the night was just you sitting in a corner, thinking about Nolan Holloway, the person who had broke your heart.
You were slowly putting clothes into a duffel bag Liam brought for you last year for your birthday. 
“Y/n please talk to me.” Nolan appears at your door frame. 
“What is there to talk about? I’m busy packing my things to leave Beacon Hills.”
“Why didn’t you tell me you were a werewolf?” You didn’t answer him. You just continued to pack. 
“Y/n. Please. Why didn't you tell me you were supernatural?“ You stop what you’re doing and turn towards him
“I was trying to protect you! You’re my best friend and I don’t want you to get hurt!“
“You could’ve told me and none of this could’ve happened. You won’t have to leave.”
“You were still paranoid from the beast in the library. How could I say it: ‘Oh hey Nolan, just wanted to let you know that I'm a werewolf and on every full moon I’m have to control myself from hurting others and that the monster you saw in the library was Mason who was possessed by a evil spirit?’”
“You told me that you will never lie to me! And you lied.” Nolan raises his voice.
“I told you Nolan, I was trying to protect you.”
“From what? From you?”
“Yes from me! Do you wanna know how I turned?“
“How?” Nolan crosses his arms.
“I was dying, if it wasn’t for Theo and Scott, I wouldn’t have met you. I knew all about the supernatural because It’s BEACON HILLS! A literal beacon for supernaturals.”
“You promised that you would never leave me and now you're leaving.” You walk up to Nolan.
“You think I have a choice? It’s all your fault. If you and your hunter friends left us alone and not try to hunt and kill us, maybe I wouldn't have to leave.”
“But they were all trying to protect the city from monsters like you.” Nolan spits out. You look at him.
“YOU GUYS? TRYING TO PROTECT THE CITY?“ You scoff. “IF IT WASN’T FOR SCOTT MCCALL AND HIS PACK, YOU ALL WOULD’VE BEEN DEAD BY NOW! Protecting the city? Yea right.” You scoff
“You guys are all monsters who need to be vanished from the world.” Anger boils up from in you.
“Then kill me Nolan. Kill me first. Take some wolvesbane and kill me with it. If we are all monsters, why not start with the one who has been trying to help.”
“Y/n.”
“Kill me! You said I’m a monster so kill me!”
“no Y/n. I’m not gonna kill you.”
“Oh so you are afraid to kill people? Then why did you want to kill those other two werewolves at the sheriff station?”
“Y/n I d-”
“Not all monsters do monstrous things, people like Scott, Lydia, Corey, none of them are monsters!”
“Y/n I-”
“I looked at you tonight, I didn’t see Nolan, my best friend. I saw a psychopath.”
“Y/n pleas-”
“I know what Gabe and Monroe are doing. They’re trying to use mental illnesses to get you to go against us. They don’t give a shit about you Nolan. They don’t care about your illnesses as much as I do.”
“Y/n They’re not-”
“They’ve corrupted you with their beliefs. Tell me Nolan, would you rather fight with your best friend or against your best friend if they are perks of not feeling alone, fitting in, feeling happier, less scared, less paranoid if you chose against?”
“Y/n I don’t know.”
“I thought so. I don’t know who you are anymore Nolan. You think we’re the monsters while you are the monsters. I can’t believe I ever fell in love with you. When you finally figure out the difference between who’s good and who’s bad, call me.” And then you walked out tears roaming freely down your face.
Five minutes after you left, Liam came. He was about to knock on your door when your mother opened it.
“Oh! Liam! How nice to see you!”
“Hi Ms. Y/l/n. Is Y/n here?”
“She should be in her room. Are you taking her out on a date?” Liam reddens.
“Y-yeah kind of.”
“Well have fun! I’m off to go on a business trip. Won’t be back for about a month. Remember to use protection.” Liam reddens even more as he allows your mother to exit. He walks up to your room only to find Nolan.
“Where the hell is Y/n?”
“We got in a fight, and she just left.” Liam’s blood boiled as he threw Nolan into a wall. 
“What did you do?” Liam yells at the boy
“I-I d-did nothing, she just left!” Liam lets go and starts to rummage through her stuff.
“What are you doing?”
“Finding her scent so I can find her.” He reaches in your hamper and finds a shirt. He sniffs it.
“If you want to know if your so called best friend is safe, follow me.” Nolan followed him 
“How do you know where she is?” He asks Liam, who was busily following your scent.
“We have super smell.”
“Why do you care so much about her?” Liam stops looking and turns to look at the boy who was following him slowly.
“Because she's my friend. Someone who would never hurt her.” Liam states before turning back to look for you.
After a while, Liam perks his head up at the smell of blood.
“Do you smell that? Oh wait never mind you’re a human. It’s blood. I smell blood. It’s Y/n’s! Hurry Nolan, she’s this way!” Liam runs with Nolan far behind. 
They reach a flipped car.
“Y/n!” Liam shouts, running to the flipped car where you laid, bleeding.
“Liam? No you should’ve left already.”
“I was gonna pick up. Come on, lets get you out of here.”
“N-Nolan? You’re here?” You cough out blood and groan in pain as Liam tries to pull you out.
“Y/n stay with us okay.” Nolan says, biting his nails at the situation in front of him
“No No, Liam stop, It’s not just that I’m stuck, there’s wolvesbane all around here.”
“I don’t care Y/n, I’m not letting you die. Nolan, hold onto her. I’m gonna lift the car up and you pull her out okay?” Nolan nods and holds your hands tightly. You grow tired and start to fall into a pit of darkness.
“Y/n open your eyes.” Nolan says. Liam lifts up the car and Nolan pulls you out. Liam puts it backs down and speeds towards you.
“Why isn’t she healing?”
“There’s wolvesbane in her system. We got to get her to the hospital.”
“I don’t think I’m gonna make it Liam. Maybe you should leave.”
“You are! I’m not leaving without you! I will never do that okay? You’ve been with me through life and death, I should do the same now.” Liam picks you up carefully.
“Where are you going?”
“The hospital Nolan. Take my phone in case Scott calls.” Liam throws his phone to Nolan and starts to run. Nolan follows.
“Y/n stay with me. Don’t close your eyes.” Liam’s phone starts to ring and Nolan puts it on speaker.
“Liam? Where the hell are you guys?”
“Hello?”
“Nolan? Where’s Liam?”
“Scott! Sorry, Y/n got in a car accident and I’m bringing her to a hospital. She got hurt pretty badly.”
“Y/n got in an accident? Theo wait! Okay we’ll meet you there okay?”
“Okay bye.” Nolan hangs up the phone. Darkness overtakes your vision.
“Y/n. Stay awake please!” 
And then you black out.
“Y/n?” Liam slows for a second to listen to your heartbeat. He relaxes at the sound of your heartbeat. He turns to Nolan.
“She’s okay. She’s just unconscious. Now let’s hurry!” Liam starts to run again.
Nolan, close behind, has been quiet all this time because he is worried about you. He never knew it before, but he is completely and terribly in love with you.
The only question to him was: Were you good or bad?
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@alexanderludwig: can’t believe we’re gonna be starting 2018 without queen latifah #rip
@jackie_emerson: what in the fresh hell are you talking about
@isabellefuhrman: ????????????
@alexanderludwig: @jackie_emerson queen latifah died
@amandlastenberg: uh, no she didn��t
@alexanderludwig: @amandlastenberg yes she did look it up
@jackie_emerson: @alexanderludiwg WE DON’T NEED TO LOOK IT UP
@dayookeniyi: god i hate white people
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@jackquaid92: you know, the last 2 years have been so peaceful without getting a single notification from twitter on december 31…one of you please tell me why in the hell we’re descending back into this ridiculousness
@amandlastenberg: once the annoying orange became president, all bets were off
@willowshields: believe me, my life was going so well without one of these sucking up all of my data, so i don’t know why we’ve all of a sudden decided to breathe life back into this dead tradition
@jackie_emerson: as with everything in life, i blame @alexanderludwig and his inability to not believe everything he reads on the internet
@alexanderludwig: IT’S NOT MY FAULT QUEEN LATIFAH DIED
@jackie_emerson: SHE IS NOT DEAD YOU IMBECILE
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@jhutch1992: long time, no see twitterverse
@jackquaid92: WHY ARE WE STARTING THIS SHIT AGAIN
@jhutch1992: @jackquaid92 dude calm ur tits, i legit just back got into my twitter account
@jackie_emerson: …then who in the fuck has been tweeting for you
@amandlastenberg: hey josh’s publicist!!! hows it going? pls tell josh he owes me 300 bucks okay thank u :)
@jhutch1992: @amandlastenberg it’s actually me this time, and you will get a nickel out of me when i’m dead
@amandlastenberg: @jhutch1992 don’t speak too soon, bc that can be arranged
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@alexanderludwig: @jackie_emerson https://bit.ly/lu43t0 this is the article that confirms queen latifah’s death ill wait for my apology
@jackie_emerson: who’s sat scores did you steal in order to get into usc
@willowshields: i have met hardwood floors smarter than you
@jhutch1992: guess it’s time to log back off of twitter for forever!!
@isabellefuhrman: everyone who says you have no talent is completely wrong
@alexanderludwig: @isabellefuhrman aw thanks izzy <3
@isabellefuhrman: bc it’s truly talent, being THAT stupid
@alexanderludwig: @isabellefuhrman HE Y
@jackie_emerson: ALSO I WILL APOLOGIZE FOR NOTHING
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@isabellefuhrman: last nye w/out alcohol #21hereicome
@amandlastenberg: yeah ok
@jackie_emerson: i can see the champagne glass in your hand from here, and i don’t even think we’re in the same time zone
@dayookeniyi: illegal alcohol, maybe
@isabellefuhrman: ok why are you all treating me like i’m ludwig
@alexanderludwig: not much fun is it, being the punching bag of the bunch, huh @isabellefurman
@willowshields: @alexanderludwig you misspelled isabelle’s last name u dumb fuck
@alexanderludwig: @willowshields EXCUSE ME WATCH UR PROFANITIY
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@jackquaid92: while i’m not surprised none of u thg fuckers have lives to tend to instead of tweeting all the livelong night, but i on the other hand DO so peace out #livefromvegas
@jackie_emerson: i didn’t know you renamed your living room ‘vegas’
@jackquaid92: @jackie_emerson YOU ARE RUDE
@amandlastenberg: there is nothing for you in vegas aside from a lifelong gambling problem, why are you there
@jackquaid92: @amandlastenberg wow you are not ready to hear about this thing called a britney spears residency
@jhutch1992: @britneyspears run
@jackquaid92: @jhutch1992 i liked you better when your publicist tweeted from your account
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@dayookeniyi: can we re-ring in 2012 instead of 2018? asking for a friend
@amandlastenberg: why, so @willowshields and i will be back to being 10 again??
@dayookeniyi: @amandlastenberg actually so obama will be back to being our president but THAT IS A VERY VALID POINT
@willowshields: it’s so he can take a few steps back from being a literal grandpa
@dayookeniyi: I’M ALMOST 30 NOT 300
@amandlastenberg: i see no difference
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@jhutch1992: ok but why do we never drag @levenrambin into our twitter holiday dumpster fires like…she’s on here too
@jackie_emerson: just like you can’t work a remote, lev can’t work twitter aside from hitting the retweet button
@willowshields: she disassociates herself from us, like ludwig did that time in an interview
@alexanderludwig: @willowshields hey i apologized for that
@jackquaid92: @alexanderludwig @willowshields yes, and you could have spent more than $2 on an apology fruit basket, those berries were weak
@isabellefuhrman: i’m sorry @jackquaid92 i thought you were too busy with britney to tweet
@jackquaid92: @isabellefuhrman ….i am, it’s my publicist tweeting for me
@amandlastenberg: @jackquaid92 YEAH RIGHT
@jackie_emerson: just like you can’t work a remote, lev can’t work twitter aside from hitting the retweet button (RETWEETED BY @levenrambin)
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@willowshields: it’s been 5 years WHY CAN I NOT FIND ANY DIFFERENT FRIENDS ASIDE FROM YOU PEOPLE
@isabellefuhrman: you’re never getting rid of us
@amandlastenberg: all the old goons are like barnacles
@dayookeniyi: @amandlastenberg I DON’T KNOW WHO YOU’RE CALLING AN OLD GOON BUT YOU BETTER WATCH IT
@amandlastenberg: @dayookeniyi or what? you gonna whack me with your cane? run me over with your walker?
@dayookeniyi: @amandlastenberg i am two steps away from blocking you, calling your mother, and summoning my fairy godmother to turn you back to an eleven year old
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@alexanderludwig: cant wait to liv it up tonite
@jackie_emerson: die
@isabellefuhrman: no one cares
@amandlastenberg: stop trying to revive liv it up it died before it even began
@alexanderludwig: @amandlastenberg liv it up deserved a grammy
@amandlastenberg: @alexanderludwig if liv it up deserved a grammy, then @jackquaid92 playing the recorder deserved to be our national anthem
@alexanderludwig: @amandlastenberg: i see nothing wrong with this logic
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@amandlastenberg: if any of my neighbors are reading this – i hate u and i hope the cops show up to arrest you not for being too fucking loud, but for making it sound like pitbull is playing an outdoor concert on your patio
@willowshields: …why don’t YOU just call the cops on them
@alexanderludwig: what do you have against pitbull
@jackquaid92: and yet, you people wonder why others find us judgmental
@dayookeniyi: WHO’S THE OLD GOON NOW, COMPLAINING ABOUT THE VOLUME LEVELS
@amandlastenberg: @dayookeniyi go back to a) knitting your sweaters and b) minding your own business
@dayookeniyi: @amandlastenberg you just wait until you hit your late 20s and all you want to do is tactile things, you’ll be singing a different tune then
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@jackie_emerson: nothing screams quality nye party like frolicking on the beach and throwing all of the stupid shit 2017 gave me out into the ocean
@amandlastenberg: pls don’t get eaten by a shark
@isabellefuhrman: @amandlastenberg i wouldn’t worry, the shark would bring her back
@alexanderludwig: you’re stupid for going out in the ocean when it isn’t shark week, emerson
@jackie_emerson: @alexanderludwig i know damn well YOU aren’t calling ME stupid
@alexanderludwig: shark week is the only safe time to get in the water, since all the sharks are busy being on tv
@willowshields: i can feel my brain cells dying the longer i keep this app open
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@isabellefuhrman: for any of you who actually bought that whole bit about @jackquaid92 being #liveatvegas …have i got news for u ;) #EXPOSED pic.twitter.com/j7skao2lm
@jackquaid92: WHAT THE FUCK ISABELLE
@jackie_emerson: MY EYES I’M BLIND
@amandlastenberg: @jackie_emerson suuuuuuure you are ;)
@amandlastenberg: ALSO WHY ARE YOU TWO TOGETHER
@jhutch1992: part of me doesn’t want to know….but part of me does want to know where you got ahold of that seashell bra
@isabellefuhrman: @jackquaid92 what, merquaid??? just figured everyone would want to be part of your world this evening
@jackquaid92: @isabellefuhrman you are STILL EVIL IDC WHAT ANYONE SAYS
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@amandlastenberg: not that i’m surprised you assholes are keeping secrets ONCE A-FUCKING-GAIN, but i never thought i’d live to see the day when jackabelle was the only thg ship that sailed
@isabellefuhrman WHAT
@jackquaid92: WH A T
@willowshields: oh how we (and the shippers) were wrong
@alexanderludwig: AMANDLA STENBERG IDK WHAT JACKABELLE IS BUT FOR YOUR SAKE IT BETTER BE SOME MAJESTICAL WILDLIFE ANIMAL THAT LIVES IN THE OUTBACK OF AUSTRALIA
@amandlastenberg: @alexanderludwig listen you don’t get to be sad jack made a move first, mister ‘all i date is discount isabelles’
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@jhutch1992: #highlightsof2017 @amandlastenberg outing @alexanderludwig ‘s type for all of twitter to see
@alexanderludwig: I DO NOT HAVE A TYPE
@jackie_emerson: @alexanderludwig HOW DUMB ARE YOU
@isabellefuhrman: i am blocking all of you numskulls
@amandlastenberg: @isabellefuhrman who are you calling a numskull #mrsplebeian
@willowshields: @amandlastenberg @isabellefuhrman HOLY SHIT DID U JUST GO WHERE I THINK U WENT
@isabellefuhrman: @amandlastenberg BLOCKED
@isabellefuhrman: @amandlastenberg AND I AM NEVER TELLING YOU ANYTHING EVER AGAIN
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@jackquaid92: @willowshields STOP CALLING ME
@willowshields: NOT UNTIL YOU ANSWER AND TELL ME WHEN YOU AND ISABELLE STARTED DATING
@isabellefuhrman: @willowshields WE ARE NOT DATING
@jhutch1992: @isabellefuhrman no guy willingly wears a seashell bra and red wig for a picture that isn’t being taken by their girlfriend
@willowshields: @jhutch1992 for the first time in your life, you have made sense
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@isabellefuhrman: today’s word of the day is BLOCKED!! here it is in a sentence: all of my thg costars are getting BLOCKED
@jackie_emerson: excuse me i’ll have you know i did nothing to perpetuate this jackabelle insanity
@amandlastenberg: i’d love to see you try
@willowshields: who’s gonna help you block us, @jhutch1992
@jhutch1992: @willowshields i see what you did there and i do not appreciate it
@alexanderludwig: pls don’t block me
@isabellefuhrman: @alexanderludwig ……..
@jackie_emerson: @alexanderludwig SHE’S HAD YOU BLOCKED SINCE 2013
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@dayookeniyi: almost 2018 and the hunger games relationship disaster is STILL plaguing my life
@amandlastenberg: you’re just jealous that no one shipped you with anyone
@jackquaid92: wanna trade places?????
@dayookeniyi: @jackquaid92 no thanks, especially seeing as how ludwig’s probably gonna show up on your front door within the hour to pummel you for going after his girl
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@alexanderludwig: #wolfpackcode
@jackquaid92: OKAY FIRST OF ALL YOU BETTER DELETE THIS SUBTWEET BULLSHIT BECAUSE I AM NOT DATING ISABELLE AND EVEN IF I WAS, ALL I HAVE TO SAY IS THAT YOU HAD T H R E E YEARS TO GET YOUR SHIT TOGETHER AND IT’S NOT MY FAULT YOU’RE A MORON WHO WOULD RATHER DATE A LOOKALIKE (WHICH WE ALL NOTICE BTW) THAN ADMIT YOUR FEELINGS
@amandlastenberg: for my birthday, all i want is for someone to print @jackquaid92 ‘s reply and @jackie_emerson ‘s og snapping on ludwig tweet and frame them
@jhutch1992: wait since when did we have a code???????
@dayookeniyi: ……who is we
@jhutch1992: @dayookeniyi YOU BETTER CALL ME
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@jackie_emerson: one year, we can’t have ONE YEAR WHERE NOTHING STUPID HAPPENS
@willowshields: you had two of them, clearly you took them for granted
@jackie_emerson: @willowshields if only you and amandla had like, a half an ounce of chill, i would not have to play the role of the bomb squad
@amandlastenberg: @jackie_emerson @willowshields THIS IS WHAT YOU GET FOR NOT INCLUDING US
@alexanderludwig: @amandlastenberg YOU GET INCLUDED WAAAAAY MORE THAN I DO
@jackie_emerson: @alexanderludwig YES AND THAT IS FOR A R E A S O N
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@jackquaid92: new year’s resolution: hire a publicist to run my twitter for me
@jhutch1992: dude you really should, best decision i ever made
@dayookeniyi: what, and miss out on these beautiful little breaks in sanity?????? why would you ever wanna do that
@jackquaid92: @dayookeniyi might i redirect you to like, the last half hour of my twitter timeline
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@amandlastenberg: in 2018 yall WILL ADD ME AND WILLOW TO WHATEVER LITTLE SECRET GROUP CHAT YOU HAVE GOING ON
@jackie_emerson: the only thing i have to do in life is die
@amandlastenberg: @jackie_emerson keep it up and it will be by my hand
@dayookeniyi: we don’t have a group chat
@isabellefuhrman: @dayookeniyi or you’re just not in it
@dayookeniyi: @isabellefuhrman EXCUSE ME YOU BETTER GET TO ADDING ME
@amandlastenberg: @isabellefuhrman i swear to god if you add dayo before me i will show up at your house
@isabellefuhrman: @amandlastenberg i mean, my house has become thg cast central this evening against my will anyways so what’s one more person
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@madelinefuhrman: @alexanderludwig i can see your car parked outside my window so i’m just gonna go ahead and save you the trouble – go home
@alexanderludwig: WAIT WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU AT HOME I THOUGHT YOU WERE IN PARIS
@madelinefuhrman: @alexanderludwig 2017’s just been a year of disappointments, hasn’t it
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@willowshields: how is it that we all just magically happen to be in the same zip code whenever we go on one of these twitter tirades
@jhutch1992: and i’m always not
@amandlastenberg: @jhutch1992 you’re rich, hop on a plane and fly out here
@jackie_emerson: i mean, i always try to not be anywhere near you people during the holiday season but the universe hates me
@isabellefuhrman: @jackie_emerson says the girl who texted me yesterday begging me to cancel all my plans so we could hang out
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@isabellefuhrman: in 2018 i’m going to chase after my newest career goal: professional receipt collector and exposer
@dayookeniyi: does that mean your athlete phase has finally ended???? thank jesus
@jackquaid92: @dayookeniyi i still think nike mistook her for the OTHER, actually athletic isabelle fuhrman in existence
@isabellefuhrman: @jackquaid92 @dayookeniyi we’ll see who gets the last laugh, tweedledumb and tweedledumber
@jackie_emerson: exposer is not a word, isabelle, stop trying to imitate your one true love
@willowshields: @jackie_emerson NOW WOULD BE A REALLY GREAT TIME TO ADD ME AND AMANDLA TO THE GROUP CHAT SO WE CAN FIND OUT WHO THIS IS ABOUT
@isabellefuhrman: i have dirt on ALL OF YOU i might as well be the key-keeper of the fucking thg cast secrets
@amandlastenberg: @isabellefuhrman lemme stop you RIGHT THERE BC YOU KNOW GOOD AND WELL THAT YOU AREN’T THE ONE THAT HACKED INTO TRAFFIC CAMS TO SPY ON LUDWIG WITH ONE OF HIS WALMART BRAND ISABELLES SO GET BACK TO RUNNING LAPS, FORREST
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@dayookeniyi: @isabellefuhrman is not cut out to be an athlete in any form – a thread
@dayookeniyi: exhibit a) the infamous platform incident where we were all convinced she was dead and we’d have to recast the role of clove (and thus introduce alexander to his first knockoff isabelle)
@jackie_emerson: I’M INTERRUPTING THE THREAD TO CONTRIBUTE and remind everyone of when isabelle tripped over the fucking LEVEL SIDEWALK AND SPRAINED HER ANKLE
@jackquaid92: isabelle gave herself a black eye opening my freezer
@amandlastenberg: isabelle fell through the pool ladder at my fourth of july pool party and had bruises all over the insides of her legs for 3 weeks
@alexanderludwig: once during filming isabelle was in my room and walked smack into the balcony door and i thought she’d broken her nose
@jhutch1992: ooh on the mall tour isabelle sliced her thumb wide open trying to tear off a piece of scotch tape
@isabellefuhrman: all of you are going to begin 2018 in this wonderful land called my blocked list
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@alexanderludwig: SOS
@jackquaid92: told u not to follow jackie into the closet
@amandlastenberg: I AM DRIVING 30 MILES OVER THE SPEED LIMIT TO GET TO ISABELLE’S AS FAST AS I CAN SO HOLD OFF ON ANY DEVELOPMENTS IN THIS GAME OF 7 MINUTES OF HEAVEN
@willowshields: it’s true she’s driving like we’re auditioning for fast and the furious 9
@alexanderludwig: @amandlastenberg this is not seven minutes in heaven belieb me it’s seven minutes in heLL
@dayookeniyi: @alexanderludwig did you just type ‘belieb’
@alexanderludwig: @dayookeniyi autocorrect
@amandlastenberg: @alexanderludwig WHY IS THAT SOMETHING YOUR PHONE WOULD AUTOCORRECT A WORD TO
@jackie_emerson: @alexanderludwig GET OFF YOUR PHONE BEFORE I THROW IT INTO THE OCEAN
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@jackquaid92: the worst thing to ever happen in 2017 was for twitter to give all of you nimrods 280 characters
@isabellefuhrman: says the guy who just got done using all 280 to roast alexander like a marshmallow
@jackie_emerson: LIKE YOU DON’T TAKE FULL ADVANTAGE OF SQUEEZING IN EVERY LAST CHARACTER TO COMPLETE THE BRITNEY LYRIC
@willowshields: in dark times like these, twitter needs as much of our fuckery as they can get
@alexanderludwig: if trump, the least deserving person ever, gets 280 characters, THEN SO DO I
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@amandlastenberg: alright which one of you motherfuckers called the cops on me and willow
@jhutch1992: don’t look at me i’m busy freezing my ass off in kentucky and trying to set up this roku
@alexanderludwig: wasn’t me, i’m busy being INTERROGATED BY JACKIE WHO HAS APPARENTLY JOINED THE FBI SINCE WE LAST SAW HER
@dayookeniyi: i just learned how to dial 911 in this country like, 7 months ago so count me out
@jackie_emerson: what excuse did you use on them??? ‘sorry i was speeding officer, my ships from 2012 were on the verge of sinking’
@jackquaid92: consider this payback for starting jackabelle
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@jhutch1992: have any of my followers/thg costars set up a roku tv and can give me advice
@dayookeniyi: advice: give up now
@isabellefuhrman: use your roku as a coaster
@jackie_emerson: who at best buy talked you into buying one of those like did they not know you were technologically inept the minute you walked through the wrong set of automatic doors
@amandlastenberg: call the lapd and tell them officer chad wrongfully accused me of about 20 different traffic violations
@willowshields: put it back in the box and send it to me, where it will actually see use
@jackquaid92: still trying to decipher if this is josh or josh’s publicist….
@jhutch1992: and the award for the least helpful people on the planet goes TO
@jackquaid92: @jhutch1992 yep this is definitely josh
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@isabellefuhrman: @jackie_emerson you have 46 seconds to get the fuck out of my closet before i come in there and drag you out by the hair
@jackie_emerson: i’m trying to jumpstart your love life okay hold your fucking horses
@amandlastenberg: I AM COMING AS FAST AS I CAN @jackie_emerson HOLD THE FORT DOWN AND MAKE SURE JACK DOESN’T CALL THE COPS ON ME FOR SPEEDING YET AGAIN
@isabellefuhrman: @madelinefuhrman please come out of your room and literally kick everyone out i’m going crazy
@madelinefuhrman: @isabellefuhrman you had your chance to lose touch with them years ago, time for you to make your bed and lie in it sis
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@willowshields: things i need to happen in 2018 – for the traffic court to take away @amandlastenberg ‘s license
@amandlastenberg: don’t you even START
@dayookeniyi: @amandlastenberg DON’T TWEET AND DRIVE
@amandlastenberg: @dayookeniyi THEN TELL THE OTHER FUCKERS AT ISABELLE’S TO SIT DOWN, TURN ON HIGH SCHOOL MUSICAL, AND WAIT UNTIL I GET THERE BEFORE THEY START DOING THINGS
@dayookeniyi: @amandlastenberg they listen to me as well as they do to you: not at all
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@alexanderludwig: i wish i was @levenrambin right about now – not involved in this mess, probly enjoying my new years eve, living without the knowledge of what the back of @isabellefuhrman ‘s closet looks like
@isabellefuhrman: YOU WHAT NOW
@amandlastenberg: MY FOOT OF LEAD IS ONLY SO HEAVY
@jackie_emerson: you’ll thank me later ludwig
@alexanderludwig: @jackie_emerson i can’t thank anyone who doesn’t have respect for the dead
@jackie­­_emerson: @alexanderludwig IF YOU SUGGEST QUEEN LATIFAH IS DEAD ONE MORE FUCKING TIME I AM HEAVE-HOING YOU OUT THE DAMN THIRD STORY WINDOW
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@jackquaid92: HANNAH MONTANA MARATHONNNNNNNN!!!!!
@dayookeniyi: we have descended into hell
@willowshields: @amandlastenberg pls turn the car around i suddenly want to go home
@isabellefuhrman: IF YOU BREAK MY COUCH TRYING TO REENACT THE PUMPIN UP THE PARTY PERFORMANCE I WILL KILL YOU
@jhutch1992: are there any subliminal messages in the hannah montana soundtrack about how to properly set up a roku tv without using the usb cord to gouge out one’s eyes
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@jackie_emerson: @jackquaid92 serenading me with ‘if we were a movie’ is not the way to my heart
@amandlastenberg: @jackquaid92 STOP IT RIGHT NOW YOU AREN’T ALLOWED TO MAKE A MOVE ON HER UNTIL I GET THERE AND CAN RECORD IT FOR THE LAST LITTLE CULT OF TUMBLR FANS OUT THERE
@isabellefuhrman: #jacquelackFOREVAAAAAAA
@dayookeniyi: dude don’t disrespect corbin bleu like that
@jackie_emerson: @dayookeniyi for someone who’s SOOOOOO opposed to this hannah montana marathon, you sure do have a vast hm knowledge
@dayookeniyi: @jackie­­_emerson listen we only got like….5 channels back in the day and one of them happened to be the disney channel, i’ve lived through more hannah than i care to admit; i could bust out into the nobody’s perfect dance right here and now but I’M NOT
@willowshields: you guys are like in the same room….WHY ARE YOU TWEETING EACH OTHER
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@jhutch1992: why do people in my family BUY ME GIFTS THAT REQUIRE COMMON SENSE WHEN IT COMES TO TECHNOLOGY
@jackie_emerson: you barely have common sense period
@isabellefuhrman: there’s this magical thing called youtube that might be of use
@amandlastenberg: @isabellefuhrman please like he knows how to work a web browser
@dayookeniyi: @amandlastenberg IF YOU DON’T STOP TWEETING AND DRIVING I WILL CALL THE LAPD
@jackquaid92: go cry about it into your tissues made of 20 dollar bills and tell someone who CARES
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@alexanderludwig: for a moment, i thought the word box was spelled b-o-c-k-s
@willowshields: WE ALMOST DIED BECAUSE AMANDLA’S CAR READ THIS OUT LOUD TO US AND SHE SWERVED TO RUN US INTO A PALM TREE BC OF HOW DONE SHE IS W YOU
@isabellefuhrman: DID MY CLOSET SCAR YOU THAT BADLY
@jackie_emerson: sometimes i wonder how hard you were thrown at a brick wall when you were a child in order for these to be the results twenty something years later
@dayookeniyi: ………..just HOW much marijuana did you smoke before arriving
@alexanderludwig: @willowshields @isabellefuhrman @jackie_emerson @dayookeniyi oh come on like you people haven’t had moments like this
@jackie_emerson: @alexanderludwig WE HAVEN’T
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@amandlastenberg: somehow we have run into nye traffic even though we’re headed in the opposite direction of downtown…is everyone trying to get to isabelle’s house or something this evening
@jackquaid92: i’m sensing passive-aggressiveness
@amandlastenberg: @jackquaid92 NO SHIT
@isabellefuhrman: maybe it’s just a sign that you’re not meant to ever experience a nye with us
@amandlastenberg: @isabellefuhrman you will take that back or else i will drive my car right into your living room
@isabellefuhrman: @amandlastenberg assuming you ever get here, that is
@jackie­­_emerson: the devil works, but la party-goers work harder
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@dayookeniyi: @elinafuhrman is the best cook on the face of this planet
@isabellefuhrman: it takes one housewife to know another
@alexanderludwig: if you schmooze your way into getting that last vegan brownie imma wake up madeline and set her on your ass
@amandlastenberg: i’m going to take this as a sign that things have gone back to being uneventful as i requested so thank u dear idiots you all get gold star stickers when i get there
@jackie­­_emerson: @amandlastenberg *if, not when
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@willowshields: can someone please come pick me up i’m on a road somewhere near isabelle’s house and amandla is 3 seconds away from a meltdown
@jackquaid92: this is karma for the jackabelle thing
@amandlastenberg: @jackquaid92 I am coming for your ass.
@dayookeniyi: @jackquaid92 @amandlastenberg dude she used proper capitalization and punctuation you better leave now while you still have a chance
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@isabellefuhrman: #champagnefordaysssss
@jackquaid92: what happened to this being the last nye without alcohol?????
@amandlastenberg: keep on drinking your champagne girly, means that the hard stuff gets saved for me and by jove i’m gonna need it
@alexanderludwig: SHARE
@jackie­­_emerson: keep the alcohol away from ludwig’s grubby paws the last thing we need is him getting drunk and writing the 2018 follow up to liv it up
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@jhutch1992: IT’S NEW YEARS HERE IN KENTUCKY HAPPY NEW YEARS AND MAY 2018 BE THE YEAR I FINALLY COMPREHEND MODERN TECHNOLOGY
@alexanderludwig: WAIT IT’S NEW YEARS THERE
@jackquaid92: what’s the sound situation down there?
@jhutch1992: @jackquaid92 sounds like the revolutionary war is occurring right outside my window BUT IT’S OKAY BC IT’S 2018
@jackie­­_emerson: your idea of modern technology is a toaster
@amandlastenberg: HAPPY NEW YEAR THANKS FOR BEING THE MOST BORING, UNEVENTFUL FRIEND I HAVE
@jhutch1992: @amandlastenberg THANK YOU
@jhutch1992: @amandlastenberg: HEY WAIT A SECOND
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@jackquaid92: is it too late to ask for things i want for christmas bc i need life alert right about now
@jackie_emerson: you and me both
@willowshields: amandla wants to know what happened and so do i (but i’m not gonna tell amandla until traffic starts moving because i’m actually afraid for my life)
@dayookeniyi: @elinafuhrman where do you keep your bleach
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@alexanderludwig: it’s midnight somewhere ;)
@jackie_emerson: and it’s 2017 here which means i’ve still got time to leave you behind
@amandlastenberg: ELABORATE PLEASE
@isabellefuhrman: x
@willowshields: CALL 911 I REPEAT SOMEONE CALL 911 WE ARE VEERING WILDLY OFF THE ROAD
@dayookeniyi: time to burn the best of both worlds into my retinas to hopefully unsee what just happened
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@amandlastenberg: things i can officially say i’ve done before 2017 ends: off-roading
@jackie_emerson: in la?????
@amandlastenberg: @jackie­­_emerson you can do anything you put your mind to
@willowshields: we’ll be spending 2018 in the hospital getting treated for whiplash
@dayookeniyi: @willowshields see this wouldn’t be a problem if you and amandla were still 10
@amandlastenberg: @dayookeniyi go back to your hannah montana marathon oladayo and leave me ALONE
@alexanderludwig: @amandlastenberg who the hell is oladayo
@dayookeniyi: @alexanderludwig ....that’s it i give up @amandlastenberg if i come stand outside isabelle’s house will you hit me and put me out of my misery
@amandlastenberg: @dayookeniyi you got it dude
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@jackie­­_emerson: the rise of the little merquaid
@dayookeniyi: white people
@jackquaid92: STOP TELLING SOCIAL MEDIA ABOUT THIS GODDAMMIT
@amandlastenberg: i hope one of you knuckleheads has a hidden talent of being a mechanic because MY CAR SURE IS GONNA NEED THE TUNE UP
@madelinefuhrman: CAN YOU ALL GO HOME ALREADY
@isabellefuhrman: @madelinefuhrman you had your chance to get rid of them hours ago, time to make your bed and lie in it SIS
@madelinefuhrman: @isabellefuhrman don’t use my words against me or i’ll start tweeting out old diary entries now that alexbelle is a-happenin
@amandlastenberg: @madelinefuhrman YOU START HUNTING AND I’LL BE THERE IN UNDER 5 TO HELP YOU TWEET THEM OUT
@willowshields: @amandlastenberg SLOW THE FUCK DOWN I JUST SAW US PASS LIGHT
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@jhutch1992: next year i’m gonna fly out to wherever the hell in the world you guys decide to be so i can spend new years with you guys instead of my redneck neighbors and malfunctioning roku
@jackquaid92: i nominate we all go to disney, and you foot the bill
@jhutch1992: @jackquaid92 why the hell should i pay when i have liam’s credit card information stored in my apple pay
@jackie_emerson: i’m with jack, let’s go to disney world next year!!!!
@isabellefuhrman: we just gotta make sure wherever we go, we give @amandlastenberg ample travel time or else she might blackmail mickey into stabbing us
@amandlastenberg: @isabellefuhrman i’m touched that you know me so well
@jhutch1992: @jackquaid92 @jackie_emerson @isabellefuhrman @amandlastenberg are you guys just gonna ignore the bit about my roku????
@jackie_emerson: @jhutch1992 you actually expected otherwise?
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@isabellefuhrman: i hear tires squealing so i’m going to assume @amandlastenberg has finally arrived to the wasn’t-supposed-to-be-a-party party
@amandlastenberg: I AM HERE AND MY PHONE IS ON RECORD RESUME THE ALEXBELLE MAKEOUT SESSIONS BECAUSE I AM CLAIMING MY TITLE OF QUEEN OF THE INTERNET
@amandlastenberg: also pls let me in it’s cold
@dayookeniyi: WONDERFUL @amandlastenberg i’m waiting at the door with scissors, provide your license upon entry
@amandlastenberg: @dayookeniyi maybe in 2018 you’ll stop being so delusional
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@willowshields: i have never been so grateful to see @alexanderludwig in my life
@alexanderludwig: um what are you talking about i’m a cATCH
@jackie_emerson: how to know you’ve gotten Desperate
@willowshields: @jackie_emerson you weren’t in that car
@amandlastenberg: WE WERE NOT GOING THAT FAST
@willowshields: @isabellefuhrman please lock @amandlastenberg outside bc lightning is about to strike her down
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@alexanderludwig: you guys are going to leave behind this mess of USING ME AS A PUNCHING BAG IN 2017 DAMMIT
@jackie_emerson: they will be lowering you into the ground and i’ll still be throwing hands
@jackquaid92: if you haven’t shaken it by now, you never will dude
@alexanderludwig: @isabellefuhrman please protect me
@isabellefuhrman: @alexanderludwig you’re a good kisser but you’re an even greater punching bag xoxo
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@jackquaid92: almost all of the gang back together again…..i wish i was in vegas with britney
@dayookeniyi: all we have to do is pull out a karaoke machine and put ludwig in some heels, it’ll practically be the same thing
@jackquaid92: @dayookeniyi how dare you liken ludwig to jesus spears
@isabellefuhrman: um do you not remember what happened when we went to go see taylor swift’s nye performance a few years ago in times square???????
@jackquaid92: @isabellefuhrman it was wonderful what are you talking about
@jackie_emerson: @jackquaid92 WE ALMOST GOT ARRESTED
@amandlastenberg: get off your PHONES AND ENTERTAIN ME
@jackquaid92: @amandlastenberg this is why we don’t invite you, you’re too high maintenance – always trying to build up more footage for your alexbelle/emerquaid repertoire
@amandlastenberg: @jackquaid92 okay first, i don’t buy that you know what the word repertoire means so get off dictonary.com and SECONDLY I HAVE A DUTY TO THE PEOPLE OF TUMBLR
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@dayookeniyi: i thought i had seen it all tonight….and then someone mentioned the word ‘reputation’
@jackquaid92: BEST ALBUM OF 2018
@alexanderludwig: SAVED MY LFIE
@jhutch1992: WHAT IS THIS ABOUT QUEEN SWIFT
@isabellefuhrman: you had to know the taylor swift fan-men would be extra rabid on a full moon, dayo, it’s your own damn fault
@amandlastenberg: @jhutch1992 since when did you become a taylor swift fan
@jhutch1992: @amandlastenberg SINCE ALWAYS
@alexanderludwig: I DID SOMETHING BAD IS MY JAM SOMEONE CRANK IT UP
@willowshields: @alexanderludwig *pretends to be shocked*
@dayookeniyi: @isabellefuhrman suddenly your closet is looking more and more like a safe place to begin the new year
@isabellefuhrman: @dayookeniyi WHAT IS SO SCARY ABOUT MY CLOSET?!
@jackie_emerson: @isabellefuhrman sweetie, you can’t be that oblivious
@amandlastenberg: @jackie_emerson don’t speak so soon, this is the girl that’s had the hots for ludwig for how long now???
@isabellefuhrman: @jackie_emerson @amandlastenberg get out of my house
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@jackie_emerson: maybe in 2018 i will join @levenrambin and break free of this thg twitter curse
@jackquaid92: maybe in 2018 alexander and isabelle will actually stay together
@isabellefuhrman: maybe in 2018 you all will stop coming to my house uninvited
@willowshields: maybe in 2018 amandla will get her license revoked and stop terrorizing the roads
@dayookeniyi: maybe in 2018 i will get to watch as the isabelle posters in nike come down
@isabellefuhrman: @dayookeniyi maybe in 2018 i’ll get you your aarp card for your birthday
@dayookeniyi: @isabellefuhrman I AM NOT THAT OLD DAMMIT
@isabellefuhrman: @dayookeniyi i’m sorry i don’t speak grandpa
@dayookeniyi: maybe in 2018 you people will stop being so SASSY
@jhutch1992: maybe in 2018 you guys will learn about this thing called communication
@alexanderludwig: maybe in 2018 (as in this week) when queen latifah’s funeral is televised you all will apologize and acknowledge that i’m not dumber than a bag of rocks
@amandlastenberg: 3 words, all of you: NEVER. GONNA. HAPPEN
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Sometimes Tea, Sometimes Coffee
Hi I hope you like this because I haven’t written for a really long time and ~creative blocks~ are g r e a t to have
Also I’m writing on my phone so forgive the shitty formatting lmfao
‘Hm.’ Jaehee thought absentmindedly. ‘I wonder if it’s possible for the human species to fall into extinction.’
Maybe if every human was as cognitively impaired (read: stupid) as this guy, it’d be possible.
Her eyes did not leave the man at the counter, who was fiddling with the spoons and – did that idiot just accidentally tear open another satchet of sugar?
Jaehee remained hidden behind the staff door, pinching the bridge of her nose in tired exasperation. “Jesus Christ,” she muttered, voice not too loud. “He didn’t die for our sins like this.”
Her coffee eyes widened, seeing Ams talking animatedly with the man in question. ‘No,’ she wanted to call out. ‘It’s not worth it, Ams.’
Jaehee shut her eyes tightly, trying to breathe patience into her body but breathing put irritance. Whatever. Whatever! She’d deal with that dumbass. But not now. Professionalism, professionalism…
Screw professionalism, she was the damn owner.
She took elegant strides, yet her shoulders were tensed. She remembered this, a familliar spite stoking her embers. She let it inject the very way her arms swayed, the controlled musculature of her facial movements, her steady breath, the deadly bitter smile that now graced her appearance.
Working under Jumin had it’s benefits. She learned patience, got intimate with it, and weaponized it occasionally.
And that’s why she stood in front of the counter, sweeping Ams behind her and asked, “May I take your order?”
The man smiled, and Jaehee was thankful she wore glasses. By the way he beamed, he was either very very excited to meet her, or he wanted to rival the sun.
“Jaehee! You’re here!”
Unfortunately, it was the former.
An arched brow. “You didn’t expect me to be present at my own shop?” She inspected the nametag buttoned above his breastpocket, which he also tucked in a polka-dotted tie sloppily. “Maybe that was expected for you, since it’s working hours and you’re not badgering your boss instead of me.”
He had the gall to be embarrassed. “I-it’s break time!” Then he lowered his eyes to the counter, unwilling to meet her offended, flat stare. “So I was hoping that we could grab lunch together? Isn’t it boring here—”
“No.”
“But it would still be a breath of fresh air—”
“Given how much you talk out of turn, I would be inhaling more carbon dioxide than anything.”
“Maybe we could grab coffee sometimes—”
“Where do you think we are?”
“Oh. Uhm. Is that a yes?”
“It’s a no.”
His shoulders sagged and he whined like a child. “Why not?”
“The same reason why I wonder you’re not giving up yet.”
“Oh!” He beamed once again. “Because I like you!”
“Because it’s a waste of time.” Hers, more appropriately.
“Come ooon!” His eyes flitted to the left, then right as if whispering something scandalous. “It’s not like you’re dating someone, right?”
Before she could respond, Ams interjected. “Excuse you,” her eyes narrowed, hostile. “Jaehee is a talented businesswoman who is caring, empathetic and she could have whoever guy – or girl – she likes. If she doesn’t like you, then that means it’s proof that you’re not valid enou—”
A cough sounded from behind the – now utterly rekt – man, and there was red hair and a familliar silver-white that peeked behind the man. “Can we have our order taken, please?” Saeyoung plastered his usual shit-eating grin, and Zen glared at the man who was stalling the line, malice imbued into his eyes.
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707: Lmao what the diddly darn just happened today
Jaehee Kang: sigh
Jaehee Kang: I don’t know;; the usual persistent customer I guess.
Jumin Han: The “customer is always right” kind of person?
Zen: Wow that’s annoying
Ams: Nooooope
Ams: He’s been trying to get with Jaehee since last week
Jumin Han: He didn’t make an appointment?
707: it’s a coffee shop juju
707: you walk in
707: use pieces of paper that is actually worthless but are given value by the intersubjective entity called the government and purchase certain extracts from the earth that you grind to produce an adrenaline-inducing beverage that will eventually get you into a coma
707: and walk back out
Ams: what the fuck
Jaehee Kang: Saeyoung;;; I’m worried about you;;
707: you are? aaawww (u/w\u)
Ams: He’s trying to woo her Your Majesty Jumin Han
Jumin Han: Ah I see, thank you for explaining so politely
Ams: Saeyoung’s lack of mental stability aside, why is money worthless?
Jumin Han: I would also like to know.
Zen: Like you’d understand after having millions of it. Both of you two have dollar bills shoved too far up your asses and you end up vomiting shit
Jumin Han: On the contrary
Jumin Han: Even after vomiting shit as you say
Jumin Han: Everything that comes out of my mouth still is worth more than shit
Jumin Han: >:3c
707: gEt ReKt bOi
Jaehee Kang: Shut up Saeyoung
Jaehee Kang: You’re vomiting shit too.
707: Yes ma'am.
Ams: ….anyways
Ams: He’s a really persistent guy
Ams: He comes in every day without failure
Ams: (if you don’t take into account the fact that his “courtship period” is already a failure)
Zen: lmaoooo
Ams: And he tries to persuade jaejae to get lunch with her or something
Zen: I can’t say that’s too unreasonable
Zen: Because Jaehee is a beauty after all ^^
Jaehee Kang: Thank tpu
Jaehee Kang: Thank ypu
Jaehee Kang: Thank you
Ams: sigh
Ams: if only Jaehee had Yoosung’s face
707: don’t corrupt my mental image of my bro pls
Zen: -_-
Zen: yeah that’d be easier
Zen: Yoosung’s baby face would lessen the competition
Ams: Zen;;; //////
Jaehee Kang: ?
Zen: lololol sorry
Ams: OH DID YOU KNOW WHAT HE DARED TO SAY
Ams: He said something like “oh youre not dating anyone anyways” like hoW DARE HE
Ams: JAEHEE IS A GODDESS AND I WILL SCREAM IT OUT FROM THE TALLEST BUILDINGS
Jaehee Kang: ///// Ams;;;;;
707: gasp
707: bLaSpHeMy
Jumin Han: Saeyoung, stop talking like that
Zen: lololol
Jaehee Kang: I have to admit, I was offended as well.
Jaehee Kang: There was one instance where I wanted to show him a degree of humilliation worse than human beings
Jaehee Kang: But I resisted ^^
707: lolol why not get even? Be petty as much as you’d like
Jaehee Kang: Hmm….
Jaehee Kang: I’d like to.
Ams: I’m on board with this plan
Ams: What do you have in mind?
Zen: As a guy, I’d bet a really embarassing mistake would make him stop or give up at least
707: I can pretend to be Mary Vanderwood and be your girlfriend, jaejae~
Jaehee Kang: No thank you.
Jaehee Kang: But that does give me an idea.
Jaehee Kang: Ams
Ams: ?
Jaehee Kang: From tomorrow onwards, would you mind pretending to be my fake girlfriend?
Ams: w h a t
Jumin Han: Does everyone type like that nowadays? I’ll have to look that up.
Ams: of course I don’t!!!
Zen: of course she wouldn’t
Zen: ;)
Ams: ZEN;;;;
Ams: I’d like to help you in getting rid of a pest as well, for the cafe too ^^
707: she means getting rid of a rival
Jaehee Kang: ?
Ams: ignore him
Ams: We’ll start tomorrow, you don’t need to give me a story or anything, I’ll make it up on the spot ^^
Jaehee Kang: Okay ^^
Jumin Han: You seem very enthusiastic about this.
Jaehee Kang: Well she’s my best friend
Zen: Turned pseudo-girlfriend
Jaehee Kang: Yeah that as well
Jaehee Kang: Her kindness isn’t something that surprises me, yet I find myself awestruck everytime ^^
Ams: nrjdmrekdde
Jaehee Kang: ? Are you alright?
Ams: yeah im dandy
Ams: ihavetosleepnowgoodnight
—Ams has left the chatroom—
Jaehee Kang: Well that’s my cue as well
Jaehee Kang: Goodnight everyone ^^
—Jaehee Kang has left the chatroom—
Jaehee slept soundly that night.
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The dense man’s eyes bugged out. “You-you’re lesbian?”
“I’d prefer to swing any other way than yours, so yes. I’ll leave it at that.” Jaehee’s voice was mint, her words succint and well-phrased, her giddiness only showing in the drumming of her fingers against the marble counter.
The man looked dejected, then he shook his head, as if rejecting what he was told. “I thought you were straight?”
“If that’s where your thought process led you to, I doubt it barely existed in the first place. ”
The man looked like he wanted to cry, and for good reason. Jaehee had kind of, not-so-subtly unleashed weeks up pent-up stress in the art form of trash-talking, which she’d mastered throughout her career as Jumin Han’s underling. She’d learn from the best of the best.
“Now if you’d excuse me, I’d like to return to work–” her words were cut off when she felt a steel grip on her wrist that made her wince. “You-you’re just confused! You don’t know what you’re doing!” He stumbled over his own words, bricks that would crash down on him soon.
“Oh, I know what she’s doing. Me, to be specific.” At the snide voice, Jaehee’s eyes turned to it, hope ghosting up her skin.
Ams’ eyes glared daggers at the hand gripping Jaehee’s, as if the very sight was offensive to her eyes. Walking over she unpried his hand, that remained paralysed, like a thief caught in the act.
Ams fingers skirted over Jaehee’s wrist, thankful that his hand left no visible marks. Then she turned to the man, voice blank and careful, but never impolite.
“ ‘Don’t know what she’s doing’? This woman has stood on her own feet ever since she had to. She didn’t waste her time on chasing away pipe-dreams, but chose to realize them on her own efforts.”
There was a flutter in her chest, unidentified but not unwelcome. The beating of her heart followed an odd rhythm, and it danced to a different tune she had never heard of before.
“She’s independent, wonderful, intelligent, caring, loving, and probably every other adjective synonymous to her being an angel. She’s thoughtful, so her every word can be measured up against you, and you’ll find yourself regretting even speaking. If you still insist on your ignorance, I’ll pardon us on her behalf.”
Not once did her voice lilted into smugness, only frustration. Ams slipped her hand into Jaehee’s, and left the man bewildered, eyes of other patrons boring into him.
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“You had the chance to spew out every insult imaginable. Why didn’t you?”
Ams looked contemplative, fingers tapping a staccato. “I didn’t want to disappoint you.”
Jaehee raised a puzzled brow. “Why would I be disappointed?”
Ams only smiled meekly, then stood up to go out to the counter, probably making drinks. Coffee eyes drooped, enjoying the calm clatter of spoons and glasses.
After a few minutes, she returned, two glasses of – what didn’t smell like coffee – drinks in her hands, and she set both glasses on a small foldable table they’d use for snacks.
Ams sipped the brew tentatively, then spoke: “I felt like…I’d have to cross a line I didn’t want to if I did what I really wanted to do at that moment.”
Jaehee tilted her head. “What do you mean?”
“If I said everything I wanted to say, I wouldn’t have done it to protect your name. I’d have done it because I wanted to.” Ams let her glass clink against the table, and then folded her hands into herself, reserved.
“There was no reason for me to act the way I wanted to act, even if it was reasonable. You out of all people should know that, shouldn’t you?”
Jaehee blinked. That’s right. She had every right to scream, to cry, to blame others. But…she didn’t do any of that. Instead, she soldiered on forward, mouth shut without saying anything. How many unshed tears, she wondered, that would take her to this moment in time?
The tears that fell soon after passed her realisation, had Ams not pressed tissues to her cheeks, standing up and hugging her from the back. “It’s okay,” her voice was small, but she could feel the vibrations on her back, like guitar strings being strummed. Her ears were filled with static-like silence. “You can be selfish this time.”
Jaehee’s hands twirled along the rim of her glass, the unknown but familliar smell hitting her senses. “Ah,” Ams suddenly said, eyes twinkling. “It’s tea. I thought the brief change would be refreshing for once. What do you think?”
Hesitantly, she lifted the glass of tea to her mouth, and her lips curled in surprised delight.
Her eyes shut, and there was another unidentified emotion, accompanied by a breeze of bliss.
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Jaehee Kang: Zen
Zen: ?
Jaehee Kang: This is a sudden question, but have you ever considered that acting wasn’t your passion?
Zen: Hmm…
Zen: Yeah. To be honest, I really wanted to chase my childhood dreams before doing the acting full-time, you know?
Zen: Like…being a food artist! Or an adventurer! Or a scientist!
Jaehee Kang: Oh
Jaehee Kang: Have you ever thought that you’d find something better than acting?
Jaehee Kang: For example
Jaehee Kang: I love coffee, but recently I’ve grown to like tea more
Zen: Isn’t that fine? You won’t know something is better if you haven’t tried ^^
Jaehee Kang: But what if it’s worse?
Zen: I think the idea of being happy with something is to delight yourself in it when you can and be complain when you have to
Zen: If you worry over what-ifs, chances will fly over quickly~
Zen: If it makes you happy without a doubt, then you’ll know it was a good choice ^^
Jaehee Kang: I….
Jaehee Kang: Thank you for parting your wisdom with me.
Zen: lmao not really, but I’m happy to help my friends ^^
Jaehee Kang: Well then, I’ll be going to sleep now
Jaehee Kang: Good night, and thank you again ^^
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“Today was a good day as well, and the guy from before didn’t even show up!” Ams turned to look at Jaehee, before grinning. “Isn’t that great?”
“Yeah, it is…” Jaehee avoided her eyes, feeling her face warm up. Ever since yesterday, she’s been feeling odd around Ams, and even looking at her warms her face and carves an unwilling smile.
No. She already knew what she was feeling. It poured into her pores gradually, and when she had noticed, it grew to become what it was right now. Love.
“Jaejae? Is there something wrong? Your face looks hot.” Ams tilted her head, eyes glossed by concern.
“Nothing wrong, nothing at all,” she tried to dismiss, which of course was dismissed by Ams. “Don’t lie, do you have something to say? You know you can say anything, right?”
I love you. I love you. I love you so much and I didn’t even realise it.
Jaehee wanted to belt out the words as fluently as Zen would, as honest as Jumin would, as careless as Yoosung would, as gentle as Saeyoung would. But she was Jaehee, she was herself, and she was bad at expressing how she felt due to certain parts of her life.
“Um,” she tried to say, mumbling and thinking, her words like books that had been stacked and crashed down.
She looked for the right words.
“Can we talk about over tea?”
She wouldn’t know it was the right one, at least not after “I do” at the wedding hall.
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Hewwo I love Jaehee with all my heart and I hope my characterization of her was good enough lmfao I /a p o l o g i s e/
Anyways I also love ams aka she’s amazing aka jamen is my ot3 even though I couldn’t slip in Zen in there ripperoni pepperoni
I hope you liked it ahah;;; I TRIED MY BEST AND WAS VERY PROUD OF THE DIALOGUE AT LEAST
—Yuu
yuu this is t h e cu test t hin g and i love you :’)))))
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catlovetts-blog · 6 years
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hey there demons, it’s ya boi. or jaz, either way the sentence is valid. for those of u that don’t know me i play charlie, elias & anastasia already and here i am bringing another bb into the mix ! this is catherine lovett, aka cat, and is probs just under elias in the ‘how decent are jaz’s characters’ scale ( charlie is last, obviously ). for more about her read underneath the cut, & as per usual feel free to like this if u want to plot ! if we haven’t plotted already & u wanna plot w my other charas too, just lmk and we can work some Magic™.
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TRIGGER WARNINGS: abuse, divorce.
CATHERINE LOVETT. DANCE VP. LEAD SINGER & GUITARIST.
cat was born in new york city, new york but her and her parents moved to blossom hill when she was about five, her dad being kinda concerned about how the pollution would affect his kid. #ecofriendly. her family is old money but she’s never paid much mind to how rich they are, kinda just going with the flow. you can still tell to this day she’s a city girl, being an absolute wizard with public transport and having slight issues with the rurality of blossom hill. pls never put her in a field.
ever since she was a kid, cat’s had some issues with her anger. she was taken to a therapist, but 80% of the time it never manifested into physical violence ( she still hit a lot of people, but it was always after a verbal argument, she never fought without warning ), so the therapy didn’t help. everyone just came to understand cat was fairly tightly wound and liked being in control, something you don’t have a lot of when you’re a kid, and so her irritation manifested itself as sudden outbursts of anger. because of her issues, cat tended to not speak very much, feeling that the less she said, the less others had to reply to, lessening the chance of her getting annoyed and possibly causing upset. both of these behaviours have stayed with her her entire life, causing her to become known at school as a bit of a lit fuse.
her entire life cat’s mom has always had her on a tight leash. she pushed her into dance at a young age, being a retired ballerina herself, desperate to live out her glory days via her only child. cat, in a desperate attempt to atone for her anger issues, chose to give up her childhood and the things she wanted to do in hopes of making her mom happy. she thought by making her mom happy, she would make her dad happy, and maybe the hushed fights and tense glares at breakfast would stop.
despite the grueling practice schedule, cat found time to secretly develop her own hobbies. she didn’t go searching them out, they found her in twists of fate, calling to her as if by chance. she became good at practical subjects, things like woodwork and metalwork, and moved on to learn about car mechanics from her father in the small amount of spare time she had. it was their secret, of course, but that didn’t lessen her enjoyment. she picked up the guitar at a thrift store when she was ten, another gift from her dad for doing well in a silly, inconsequential test, yet that gift was the best thing to ever happen to cat. she discovered her true passion, music, and began to write songs.
when she was about fifteen, her parents got a divorce for reasons still unknown to her. cat and her dad were super close but because of her mom, the gold-digging demon, her dad was forced to move back to new york and her mom got the house in blossom hill, the parents both deciding it’d be best for cat to stay in the town considering she’d already begun to build a life. things had never been great between cat and her mom, the woman screaming obscenities at her one minute behind her dad’s back, and then stroking her hair and saying she needed to be perfect the next, yet somehow things got worse.
her secret: cat’s mom largely blamed her for the divorce and hit her for the first time after cat came home late one night after dance practice. a dance practice she had pushed cat into. it was a nasty, violent show of hatred, the older woman waking up the next morning as if nothing had ever happened, pulling her into the main bedroom to cover it with makeup. cat didn’t know what to do. despite what her mother had done she couldn’t bear to upset her, having seen her sobbing alone many a time after the divorce, the young girl feeling as if she had to take responsibility. she dealt with, and continues to deal with, physical, emotional, and verbal abuse from her mother, forgiving the woman each time, unable to wake herself up to the truth.
however, the abuse led to something else for cat. because of it, she was desperate to get out of the house more, hoping and praying for any opportunity to not be at the lovett residence. she’d been turning to her music more and more, secret notebooks now full to the brim with songs and snippets of tunes – it didn’t take her long to form a band, not too long after the abuse started, and now they’re one of the few things keeping her afloat. she’s the lead singer & guitarist, taking the whole thing very seriously, believing the group has what it takes to be big one day. she’s been sending demos off to every record label she can think of, hoping that if they catch a break, she can tell her mom and maybe she’ll be proud enough to stop hurting her. the band’s been together for two years now and they practice twice a week minimum.
cat’s also taken up muay thai in hopes of both helping her anger and, again, keeping her out of the house. she’s a v busy girl.
wanted connections:
THE BAND, obvs. a bassist and drummer are definitely needed, then maybe a keyboard/synth player. everyone in the band plays an instrument. they’ve been together two years, but it’s possible maybe one or two members have had to leave/have switched with someone else if ur chara is new to town. there should be at least one other core member besides cat tho that’s been there since the start.
HER BOYFRIEND. cat’s linked to isla’s secret, which is that isla has slept with cat’s boyfriend more than once. whether or not these two are more of an on/off thing, or whether they were on a break when it all happened is up to you, but they’re currently together now. they likely won’t stay together since cat isn’t gonna take that shit once she finds out, so if ur worried about being locked into a ship don’t be, or if it goes well and there’s chem maybe they sort shit out, who knows ! i’m happy to go w the flow on this, i just rlly want the damn connection for drama sodmsk.
CHILDHOOD FRIENDS. either family friends or neighbours or people she generally just grew up with? they’d be the best people at dealing with her anger since they’ve handled it for years and i think she’d really appreciate them, even if she doesn’t always show it.
GYM BUDDIES. ofc she does muay thai so like, anyone that either trains with her or just goes to the gym generally to do cardio, weights, etc. she’s probably least angry when doing these things just bc she has an outlet for all of that pent-up energy, so this person probably sees a slightly calmer side to her, the hardworking side not many people notice.
PEOPLE SHE WORKS WITH. jfc does this girl stop? the answer is no. anyway, she has a weekend job at a local car garage helping fix stuff up, so it’s simple, gimme people she works with pls!!!
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seven-tenwrites · 7 years
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Boyfriend! Seokmin Headcanons
• 100% would be the Annoying Couple™ • Lame pickup lines even though you’ve been dating for a while • Hardly anyone wants to hang out with you two together anymore, they can’t take your nonstop flirting • And cute nicknames to no end, he makes at least one up like every single day when you do something he thinks is cute (which happens a lot, ofc, he thinks literally everything you do is just the cutest shit ever) • Like that one time he bought you a pink cupcake to “represent the color you make his heart feel” and it was like you were possessed by Mingyu for a second bc you dROPPED IT ALMOST IMMEDIATELY • Boy almost cried….laUGHING THAT IS • “It’s okay, we don’t need it – I’ve got you, my pink sprinkled strawberry cupcake ❤….and I’d never drop you” *cue dramatic dip* • Get out of my face I love u seokmin • Is in an almost constant state of that almost-too-big-for-his-face smile when he’s with you omg it’s so beautiful wow The Sun • Super, super almost annoyingly sweet but you love him for that • I think it’s pretty obvious he loves to sing, and will often sing to you and/or about you • He’d make up funny little songs about you and it’s just so cute and heartwarming jfc • Would also sing you lullabies every night if you wanted (yes pls) • Soft and Mushy just for you • Loves to hold hands • Will do that thing where you swing your hands together between you while you’re walking • He hears it a lot but loves when you compliment his pretty hands and play with them it’s his favorite thing • I think the furthest he’ll go with pda is just that, holding hands, but will sometimes randomly hug you and wrap an arm around you bc he can’t help it his heart is bursting with affection • Will also sometimes sneak in cheek and forehead kisses, hand kisses too • Loves when you do the same • At home is another story; the boy is a cuddle monster • Just LOVES to hold you and be held by you literally what more could you ask for • Especially loves when he lays his head in your lap, and you run your fingers through his hair after a long day and he can just regain all the energy he constantly uses up being The Actual Sun • Also when you play with his hands/fingers did I say that already bc he just really loves it (it’s so obvious he’s proud of his pretty hands so fite me if you disagree this would be a thing too) • Loves kisses too, from sweet, innocent kisses all over each other’s faces and hands and EVERYWHERE to full-on make outs where you turn to jelly • Is just all about ur beautiful lips • Anyway. Nonstop puns. • And lame jokes, most about his love for you - constantly trying to find a fitting comparison to how much he really frickin loves you • Would do just about anything to make you laugh and smile it’s another one of his favorite things ever • Spontaneous yet somehow still very thoughtful dates • You mentioned the other day that you wondered if the pandas at zoos were cold this time of year - oh look, he has time off, let’s go to the zoo RIGHT NOW • Totally chill (if you could ever even describe him as chill) with just laying around the house and hanging out with you too, just absolutely cherishes time spent with you • Buys a lot of little things that remind him of you • You AND the other members keep chastising him for it bc rly Seokmin pls save your money dummy but he hardly listens • That pink cupcake keychain was way too cute!! And of course he had to get a matching one for himself, it’s only right • Wow that heart pencil over there reminds him of how much you melt his heart, better buy that too • Good morning and goodnight texts….even if you’re literally sleeping in the same bed wow • With so many heart emojis and just basically all emojis that have to do with anything good • Poor innocent boy didn’t know what the peach and eggplant emojis stood for and when you gave him a look he explained that he found peaches and eggplants delicious and the peach just looked especially cute • You couldn’t bring yourself to explain their significance until like the 6th time he sent them to you and you burst out laughing again and he gave you his best pout • When he finally found out he continued to send them to you as a joke ofc (only sometimes ;)) • Okay anyway • Knows exactly just how to cheer you up when you need it without you having to say anything • Is very observant, surprisingly, especially when it comes to you • So yeah, he knows about your lowkey (highkey) obsession with his thighs and knows exactly when to tease you about it in both the innocent 👼 way and the not-so-innocent 👀 way • Generally just really kind and thoughtful of others • Real talk tho, he jokes around a lot but knows when to get serious, which is a massive plus if I do say so myself (I say so) • Just really absolutely ADORES you and doesn’t care who knows it (literally everyone. Everyone knows Seokmin pls chill) • Oh you came by during practice just to drop off a pack of Gatorade for everyone? He’d take you aside and stage-whisper “Hey, can I tell you a secret?” • You already know what he’s gonna say but entertain him anyway bc there’s nothing more precious “Sure, babe.” “I’M IN LOVE WITH YOU.” *cue every single member rolling their eyes and sighing heavily* • Anyway it’s especially bc he knows he doesn’t have to be the happy virus 24/7 around you, and knows he can give it a rest when he needs to • 10000/10 best amazing wonderful boyfriend
A/N: I love this boy with my entire heart ❤ Also this may or may not be updated later on with NSFW, but most likely as a reblog, so stay tuned ;) Thanks for reading; feedback is much appreciated!! 💕
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