#by staying up late i mean i didn’t go to bed at 6pm lmao

[mcdolann]

stayed up late for the first time in ages to play wow classic and i’ve had a great time

#worth #by staying up late i mean i didn’t go to bed at 6pm lmao #gotta get ready for wrath of the lich king classic #also if any of my mutuals/followers play wow dm me with ur battletag

[rainbowsntears]

cold outbreak ( finn x sick!reader )

request

   ↳ finn taking care of you when you’re sick headcanon?

warnings

   ↳ fluff, fluff, maybe bad words oops but jus fluff lol 

note

   ↳ hi i made this an au so finn isn’t famous but is just your boyfriend that goes to your school if that’s okay? also omg how long has it been since i last wrote here? three months? idk oops sorry but enjoy! love u x

it’s cold, it’s awful weather. it’s been like this for some time now and honestly what the frig mother nature

the rain is beautiful, i love rain sm idk bout y’all

but sometimes when it gets toooooo chilly and there’s been a bad cold and fever outbreak around the place, obviously the rainy weather is a lil irritating

especially because...yay! you’ve been cursed with a cold thanks to someone at school

fuck i get colds all the time ugh

but that’s only because i’m vegetarian and don’t take my iron tablets even though i got bad iron deficiency fwefjwehjhe

anyway

so you’ve had to miss out on school this week because you’re sick as a dog and you kinda feel like you’re on your death bed.

the whole day you finished on some homework that was due and napped and watched tv. literally it’s been pretty boring, and you’ve already gone through a box of tissues because jEsus how much mucas does your body actually have lmfao. 

also you’re completely drugged up from the amount of cold and flu tablets you’ve taken.

your mum tried making you drink some of that nasty ass ‘strawberry’ flavoured cough medicine even though it tastes like a burnt chemical that lives within the depths of brutal hell and NOTHING like strawberry. but you cried hard enough that she gave up on trying.

you miss finn because he’s at school and you want to cry. 

but you know what? finn being the best boyfriend, he’ll text you every morning that you’ve been sick this week wishing for you to feel better and that he’ll see you after school.

 which he always does.

finn would knock on the house door and your mum would let him in, giving him good luck to not get sick as he would make his way to your room

and when you would see him after just blowing your nose, omg the biggest smile would grow upon both of your faces

even though finn kinda scrunches his face up because OBVIOUSLY your body thinks it’s the perfect time to give you a nice coughing fit just after choking out a greeting

“geez you don’t look too good” finn would snicker as he’d sit on the edge of your bed and hand you more homework that was assigned to you by your teachers and chocolate he brought from the store before coming over here. even tho chocolate isn’t the best thing to have when you’re sick, you still gladly take it.

you’ll glare at him as you say, “shut the fUCK up” in a hoarse and dry voice

finn would laugh

so while he’s there, finn likes to make you some soup because ugh we love a boyfriend who can cook

and by cook i mean he just makes two-minute noodles but it’s the thought that c o u n t s

you enjoy snapchatting him when he’s making the soup ( cue the gif from above bois )

he just shakes his head and laughs

finn also refills your glass of water and makes sure you take your tablets at the right time, and as much as you banter him for being a second mum to you

you still love it

“anything special happened at school?” you’d ask

and ooooo you sure love the tea finn spills

at this point he’d be cradling you in his arms from behind on your bed

so at least finn isn’t coping your bad sick breath and if you need the box of tissues, he’s able to grab it for you without you moving. 

“well, my science teacher said orgasm instead of organism and-”

you choked hard on your water

“WHAT??!?!!”

finn nodded his head, a small chuckle escaping his throat when he heard you laugh

“yeah, it was so funny! he was embarrassed as shit and basically, the whole class paid him out for it for the rest of the lesson”

SOME GUY IN MY SCIENCE CLASS DID THAT AND I’M TELLING YOU RIGHT NOW I HAVE NEVER LAUGHED SO HARD

you were giggling as much as you could before you started to go into a coughing fit, but it was still funny. and you muttered a small, “oh poor guy!” before kindly asking for the box of tissues.

for the rest of the time that finn was there, you guys cuddled and watched a movie

finn likes to banter about you being sick

so when you cough, he’ll dramatically gasp and choke

“oH GROSS”

you groan

“I’M SICK WHAT DO YOU EXPECT”

also when you have to blow your nose finn just scrunches his face up and sighs heavily

“i buy you chocolate and care for you and thIS IS THE THANKS I GET?”

you were so close to deliberately coughing in his face but all you do is just roll your eyes and nudge his stomach with your elbow.

but it’s all for shits and giggles, and honest to god, finn actually loves taking care of you and making sure you’re okay because that’s how great of a boyfriend he is.

and as much as he wants to because he loves affection, you don’t let him kiss you.

like-

iT’s vV cLiChE wHeN peOpLe kIsS wHiLe tHeIr sIcK

also you guys can wait, and so when you’re better you can kiss all you like! sometimes you gotta be safe than sorry kids!

plus finn acts wayyyyy worse when he’s sick. like it’s as if he’s dead in hell and trying to say his last fucking words to you 

it’s like he’s in some kind of hospital bed and he’s at least 108 years old

it’s ridiculous but funny af

sometimes you���ll fall asleep in his arms because you’re so tired from staying up late being sick and such, and finn admires how quiet you are and not blowing snot everywhere lol

also, he may have kissed your forehead a couple of times because he can’t help himself

you never find out tho

when you fall asleep, that’s more of finn’s cue to leave since he sure knows that you won’t be waking up till two hours later. and the boy has to get home before it goes dark - yes, you two live close to one another.

so when you do wake up after a big phat three-hour nap, you’re in awe with how comfortable you are

lmao i literally had a three-hour nap between 3pm-6pm it was amazing

so that’s when you realise that finn literally tucked you into bed, made sure you slept with two pillows, refilled your water one last time and left you a lil note that wrote:

sorry i had to go, i didn’t want to walk home at night and it looked like you really needed to sleep lol. i really hope you get better though because i miss you at school. love you, baby, see you soon. - finnieeee

you don’t miss the way your heart skips a bit and omg i cry

he’s too precious for this world istg-

but yeah! that’s finn taking care of you when you’re sick

sometimes he’ll bring flowers rather than chocolate, but most of the time it’s the food that he gives you

anyway y’all are cute

finn deserves the world

we love finn

we stan

oKAY SORRY BYE

but then again, if you actually are sick rn, hope you feel better. have honey and lemon if you have a sore throat, rest, don't go to school and drink water!

love you guys sm xxxxxxxx

#finn #finn imagine #finn wolfhard #finn wolfhard imagines #finn wolfhard imagine #stranger things #it imagine #imagine #Headcanon #headcanons #stranger things headcanons #finn wolfhard headcanons #finn wolfhard headcanon #imagines #finn wolfhard gif

[a-walkingoxymoron]

Stay

Genre: Angsty with a fluff ending

Word count: 2.4k 

 A/N: I rise from the dead to post something for our boy Bammie. This was obviously rushed and unedited lmao. Hope you enjoy still!! Happy Birthday Bambam! 

You thought you were over him. 

No, scratch that.

You were sure you were over him. You haven't thought of him for months, the simplest of things didn't remind you of him anymore, you could do and try things that didn't make you think 'he'd surely like this' before becoming despondent for the remainder of the day. 

You were over him. Supposed to be over him.

And yet, here you were, laying on your bed and staring at the ceiling as you felt the familiar sting of tears forming behind your eyes as everything came crashing down on you. 

You missed him, every fiber of your being missed him. His cheeky grin, his jokes, how he never passes an opportunity to make a double entendre should the chance arise, his harmless pranks, his eyes that bore his sole, his mood swings - god you can have all day and you still wouldn't be able to finish listing out what you miss about him. Because you miss every fucking thing about him.

Your depressing line of thoughts were disrupted by the vibration of your phone, notifying you of a text message. The very same phone who's at fault as to why you're having a breakdown literally a minute just after you woke up.

…Maybe that wasn't fair to say to an inanimate object. After all, it was ultimately your fault for forgetting to delete it.

Still, looking at your phone to check if you woke up too late only to see the words 'Bambam's birthday!!! ♡' on your notification wasn't exactly the wake up call you wanted to have.

Not when you two were over.

Choosing to ignore it, you turned off your phone, pushing it aside. It was probably from work - you'll handle it later. You'll just call in sick. Might as well since you felt sick. How can someone who you haven't seen in 8 whole months still have this kind of effect on you? 

You closed your eyes, a tear or two slipping down as you forced yourself back to sleep. Maybe you'd feel better after, maybe the emotions wouldn't be as raw as it felt now and would be easier to manage with later. But most of all you just want to stop feeling for a moment.

♤♡◇♧

It was noon by the time you woke up. While how you felt didn't improve like you hope it would, you did finally begrudgingly accept that perhaps you still have lingering feelings for your ex. For Bambam. 

Your body felt heavy and sluggish as you hauled your ass off of bed, hoping you'd be able to do something productive while at home - it was the most you can make yourself do for missing a work day because of something so painfully pathetic.

The first thing you did was to inform and apologize to your office for missing work out of the blue, claiming it was because of a rather nasty case of stomach flu since you figured they wouldn't appreciate it if you told them it was because you suddenly missed your ex.

Next was to make a decent meal for yourself. Or maybe just order take out. Anything as long as you feed yourself.

Then… then everything was a blur after. 

For some masochistic reason, you ordered Tom Yum Goong, Bambam's favourite food. You weren't quite sure what had come over you when you did.

Maybe it was an act of defiance - denial that you didn't miss him as much as you felt. Maybe you really were craving Thai food.

Whatever it was, it just made your state worse. It was when the blur started.

You ate the food in silence, punctuated only by sniffs either from bursting out randomly into tears or because of the spiciness of what you were consuming. Then came the junk food and binging of romantic dramas, tears streaming on and off in random intervals as you went through your whole pantry of guilty pleasures in order to bury the thoughts about Bambam. Thoughts of him that attempted to penetrate your mind over and over, relentless like a storm.

Next thing you knew it was 6pm, your life felt like it had spiraled out of control in the mere span of hours, you didn't even do anything remotely productive like you hoped you would apart from constantly re-hydrating yourself - no thanks to the tears that won't stop spilling for good. You have resigned yourself to grief, not bothering anymore. Everyone breaks down once in a while, you told yourself. It's just one of those days.

But tomorrow… tomorrow, you'll be better. 

Knock knock.

You paused your show and whipped your head back to the direction of your door which was to the right of the couch you're curled up on. 

There was a tap, wasn't there? Someone knocked, right? It was the sound knuckles rapping softly on your door, soft enough that the noise of the television almost drowned it but you heard it. Or had you been imagining things? 

You counted a whole five seconds before your impatience got the best of you. Apprehensive as you were, the door tugged at you - calling you to open it. Ridiculous at it seemed, you know you'd come to regret it if you don't act upon it. Before you can stop yourself, your body moves on it's own, approaching the door. Another wave of hesitation crashed on you but you ignored it, reaching for the doorknob. Inhaling a deep breath to ready yourself, you swung the door open before you lost courage altogether. 

There, behind the door, stood the person that has been entering your thoughts without permission. The person who was to be blamed on why you wasted an entire day crying on and off like a deranged person. It was a miracle you didn’t break down in tears right then and there. The world couldn’t be that cruel, right? Either it was or you were hallucinating big time.

Your chest tightened at the sight of him, memories flooding back with intensity that was tenfold of what you’ve been going through the whole day. Flashbacks of the past that were filled with happiness if not bittersweet ones - memories that made you wonder what happened to you two. Why weren’t you together anymore? You can’t even remember what you two last fought about that became the undoing of your relationship. There were shouting and crying, that much you recall, but what had sparked it eluded you like you were the plague.

Eyes wide, jaw agape, you stared at him. Bambam looked just as surprised to see you as he mirrored your expression. Bambam who donned his usual fashionable clothes but lacked the confidence he so often exuded. No, he looked dejected and unsure by your doorstep, falling in a silent stupor from seeing you. He didn’t seem drunk but his eyes were wild, anxious - attempting to look at anywhere but you yet failing miserably.

It was he who first broke the heavy, awkward, shock-shelled silence that engulfed you both with a voice that was hoarse and a timorous tone that didn’t fit his image.

“Y-you weren’t supposed to be here.” It was evident that it took a herculean effort to utter those words.

Your astonishment was replaced with perplexity at his words, brows furrowing in an unsure frown. Why did he seem so surprised at seeing you in your apartment? 

“Where would I be?” You asked, inwardly surprised that your voice sounded steady and whole. 

Bambam ran a hand through his hair in exasperation that wasn’t quite directed at her but more at himself, effectively giving him an unkempt hairstyle that undeniably looked good on him. “No I mean - you shouldn’t be home from work yet, usually. Right? I mean back then -” His babbling seized when he got a proper look at you. You in all of your disheveled, tear streaked face glory.

His gaze softens with worry then, making a tentative step toward you. “What happened? What’s wrong?” His voice was almost like a whisper - low, soothing and hypnotizing that it made you want to run back to his arms and bury yourself against his chest like you often did when you were still together.

Still you stayed strong, ignoring his queries as you shot him back with your own question. “Why are you here, Bam?” You shuddered at how foreign his name now sounded from your lips.

Reluctance flooded Bambam’s features again, unsure how to answer. You decide to press more when he still didn’t respond after a minute. “It’s your birthday. Shouldn’t you be out with the boys?”

 “I am - I mean, I was. But - “ He paused again in a way that was slowly grating your patience. 

“But what?” You encourage, trying hard not to sound irate. Bambam bit down on his full lower lip in thought, weighing out his options on how to proceed. Then, he locked gazes with you, resignation crossing his features before a wistful smile graced his lips.

“But I miss you.”

You froze. He what?

Now that he admitted it outloud, the action opened a floodgate of confession that was just itching to spill given the right amount of push.

“I miss you everyday but today was the worst. I went out with the boys, like usual. It was great, they had this whole party for me but you weren’t there.” A laugh escaped his lips but there wasn’t any humor behind it. “I can’t believe my birthday was the one that made me realize just how much I miss you. Not Christmas, not New years, not even Valentines.”

Then he looked at you with so much earnestness that you almost forgot how to breathe. But it was what he said next that dealt the final blow.

“Why aren’t we together again? Why did we break up, love? I thought we were happy?” His eyes turned dewy, making yours water as well in response. 

“We were,” You breathed out. “We were happy.”

“Then why? I can’t even remember what we fought about.” There was a tinge of guilt in his voice but that didn’t matter because you couldn’t either. The topic of the argument was apparently so trivial that both of you couldn’t even recall. But you did remember what transpired just minutes before the argument ended. Through hot tears you remember his panicked and pained expression as you screamed in frustration at him - that you didn’t want to see him - before walking out indefinitely from his apartment where you once stayed. And -

“You didn’t chase me.” You whispered finally, choking out the words as you tried to fight down the sobs you felt coming. “You didn’t ask me to stay.”

Bambam looked at you, eyes wide and confused. “What?”

“You didn’t chase me -” You repeated, “I walked out and you didn’t chase me or tried contacting me after.” You could feel your voice cracking as you go but you pressed on, determined. If this would be the last time you can talk to him before you went on with separate paths again then you might as well say everything you had to say.

“I mean, I know I told you that I didn’t want to see you again and honestly I couldn’t find any courage to face you again after that.” Tears were now streaming down your cheeks for the umpteenth time of the day and you did little to wipe it away, wanting to get this over with. “So when I also didn’t hear from you, I figured you were done with me. I don’t blame you - I mean, how could I when I was the one who -” 

You stopped when you heard footsteps incoming from the stairs of the building. It seemed Bambam heard it too and ushered you inside, entering as well, before closing the door behind him. He then turned to you, his eyes full of understanding. 

He cupped your cheeks and gently wiped your tears away, “Oh no. Baby, no, I wasn’t done with you. I thought you were done with me."

You leaned into his touch, unable to pull away. "I know, I'm sorry Bammie." It was pathetic to think how your break up was ultimately because of a misunderstanding because of your outburst. But it was and you can't take it back anymore.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry." You mumbled continuously like a mantra. Bambam shushed you, pulling you finally into his embrace, rubbing comforting circles on you back as he held you close while your body writhed with sobs you couldn't contain anymore.

You two stayed in the position for a few minutes, enjoying it more than you cared to admit before he finally pulled away much to your dismay. 

Bambam straightened your hair a little before placing both of his hands on either shoulder, looking you in the eye. "Is it too late?" 

You blinked owlishly, confused. "Too late for what?"

"To ask you to stay. Will you refuse if I ask you now?" You opened your lips to protest, to ask if he was joking. But the sincere look in his eyes washed any doubts that threatened to bubble. 

You've fantasized about this for the first few days you walked out, and now, 8 months later, he's finally here asking you. You already let him out of your grasp the first time - you weren't going to make the same mistake again.

"Are you sure?" You managed to ask, not wanting to seem eager and accept immediately.

A chuckle. A chuckle that you had missed so much it warmed you. "Are you kidding? Of course I'm sure."

"Really?"

"Really, really."

"Are you?"

He whined, pouting. "I'm sure, babe! Would I be here if I weren't? I already planned to ask you back even if you didn't tell me all of that."

You purse your lips as if thinking about it before nodding. "All right."

A wide grin graced his handsome face before going down in one knee as if proposing. "Then, will you please do me the honor of moving in again with me and staying this time?” 

You mirrored his grin, pulling him up as you nodded. “Yes!”

Bambam leaned in to kiss you, pressing his lips softly against yours like he did so many times before. His arms wrapped around your waist, tugging you closer to him. “I love you.” He mumbled against your lips before pulling away with a grin.

“I love you, too.” You told him as you hooked your arms around his neck, a goofy smile on your lips. “Happy birthday, Bammie. I’m sorry I don’t have a present.”

He scoffed. “You’re the best present there is, babe.”

#Bambam #Got7 #Got7 Bambam #Got7 scenarios #Got7 x reader #bambam x reader #Bambam scenarios #Bambam got7 #Bambam au #Got7 fluff #Got7 angst #Bambam Angst #got7 mark #got7 jackson #got7 jinyoung #got7 jb #got7 youngjae #Got7 yugyeom #believe in bambam day #happy birthday bammie #El writes

[nardaviel]

Part 4 / ?, now with pets and vampire stalkers.

Once again this is a long and image-heavy post, but at least this time some of the images are of a cute Sim kitten. I finally bought all the updates for Sims 4 so goodbye to all my spending money for this month, but now I can play it again.

I was super excited about getting Kinatsuen a cat, but I wanted them to have the exact cat I picture when I imagine them having a cat so I couldn't adopt any of the stray kitties or any of the ones on the computer. So I just made her as a kitten in Create A Sim from the Manage Households option, since there was no other way to do it... but we can say, for story purposes, that they went out and adopted her.

Their new gallery portrait. En looks like he's about to pass out. She's too cute for him to handle.

I also changed Atsushi's aspiration to Master Chef and Kinshirou's to Soulmate, because I felt bad having En make progress on his aspiration while they were stuck longing for a family. (Also they weren't getting all the useful satisfaction points you get for doing aspiration things.) Once they've finished these aspirations, I'll give them the original ones back.

I start playing the household and

this is what I find. Don’t abandon Hou-chan like this, she’s just a kitten ;-;

She’s so adorable, though. She is an affectionate, clever, and friendly kitty!

Atsushi admires her cuteness. This seems like a place for a Lion King joke, but I don’t want to detract from the cute.

It's late so they all go to sleep. Hou-chan follows Atsushi into the room to sleep near him even though she has her own bed al;sdkf I'm just... really charmed... I love her...

She's so needy... wow. My other Sims' pets aren't like this at all. The affectionate trait is powerful. (But it's cute!)

Kinshirou fixed a broken sink, and now he's rummaging through the discarded bits for useful parts. I took this screenshot just because it's such a strange sight.

He’s pissed off that he had to do something so disgusting. Poor baby.

There’s a big market for Kinshirou’s thoughts on etiquette.

I wish I'd bothered to come up with custom names for the other two books now because it's funny to see things like this but oh well, I guess. He was still learning! His titles weren't very good yet.

This painting perturbs me. Hou-chan is the only saving grace of this screenshot.

Fuck. I hate chance cards. H a t e. ...All my legacy Sims and my City Living girl would set up in the street (if they were in the painter career), because they're all that type. But I think En just wants to give up... An excuse not to work, what could be better...

En's laziness worked out for the best this time. It's a shame about the money, though. They're a bit broke.

Before work, Atsushi makes a bunch of quick salads so his boyfriends don’t have to cook. (That is to say, I’m working on his new aspiration.)

Kinshirou and En have a date scheduled, but En comes home tense from work (even though he earned his salary, despite what that chance card result said). So he goes to join Kinshirou in meditating the tension away before they leave.

Sadly, Kinshirou gets bored, and the TV bores him even more because the action channel just isn’t cultured enough for him. You can’t make this stuff up, I swear... And by the time he’s over it, En is asleep. So their date is postponed. There are no screenshots because I was hoping they'd get it together and I wouldn't have to go into so much detail lol

But Atsushi gets promoted! So the night isn't a total waste. He's a mixologist now.

Yes, darling, we’re all very proud.

I don't know why he doesn't have glasses in his work outfit, by the way. I didn't design it.

His hours are even worse than before, from 6pm to 2am. But he gets three days off now instead of just two, which is a relief.

Meanwhile, Hou-chan loves her little toy bird so much that she wants to take it with her everywhere, even if that means she has to glitch and walk around stuck in it.

Atsushi, savior of kittens.

Atsushi wants to play with her with the wand, since that seems safer, but she wants to use the litter box. So he follows her into the bathroom... Let her have some privacy, Atsushi...

Meanwhile, En paints a masterpiece-quality painting! Aside from being necessary for his aspiration, that's just really cool!! I'm proud. Not sure whether to keep it because it's pretty or sell it because it'll sell for a lot...

Nothing really to say here. This is where the camera ended up when I exited screenshot mode, and I thought it looked pretty so I took another screenshot.

I put it in Atsushi’s bedroom because his bedroom is a bit bare. It can live with the Enatsu painting.

Gross, Hou-chan.

Okay, well, En is off to work, but Kinshirou and Atsushi can go on a date, at least. They decide on a nice, classy dinner date at a restaurant I built for them. It’s as boringly built as everything else I’ve done before now (I’ve learned how to build cooler things but it came too late for some of the buildings in their save...) which is why I didn’t take a screenshot but it looks okayish on the inside, I suppose.

LMAO... I forgot I gave him that suit... oh my god... he looks so proud. Atsushi is politely keeping his thoughts to himself.

They're shown to the one semi-private table in the establishment. Probably because Kinshirou is from a good family, even if they themselves don’t have much money.

Gosh, they’re cute.

(I am really, really sorry for those little lightbulbs and plus signs and sparkles. They signify that a lot trait is having an effect on a skill that a Sim is building. They’re incredibly annoying in screenshots, but there’s no way to turn them off. It eventually occurred to me to get a mod for it, but only after the end of this post...)

It takes their food some time to arrive, but at least it gets there, which is more than I can say of the last time I tried to go on a restaurant date in TS4. They don’t mind. It gives them lots of time to talk! Something about Kinshirou’s drink puts him in a flirty mood...

En comes home from work while they’re out. He got a promotion, so he’s in that bizarre outfit again. Luckily, I don't have to see it except in his little portrait at the bottom left.

To put the finishing touch on an incredible date, they kiss passionately on the top floor of the restaurant.

Kinshirou makes this face when Atsushi first grabs him, but he gets into it.

Looks like I spoke too soon.

Kinshirou got sick on his date, and now he's itchy. Hm.

Their reward for such a good date! It’s just decor, not actually drinkable. If all goes well, they'll have these littered around the house eventually.

Kinatsuen receive an evening visitor, a friend of Atsushi’s in another save where I recreated demon AU but emphatically not his friend in this one. Fortunately, they're smart! They know not to invite a vampire into the house.

Less fortunately, Kinshirou is outside expanding Atsushi's garden. Maybe, he thinks, if he stays off to the side of the house, his dazzling gold suit won't catch Vlad's eye.

But the medicine has made him energized, and he needs to get all that energy out somehow. Kin-chan, sweetheart, not in your nice suit... although maybe ruining that suit would be for the best.

En and Hou-chan just became friends! She must have been giving him advice on his painting. ...Also I forgot to change him out of his promotion clothes.

Now that the vampire has left, Kinshirou is free to return to his kitten.

She is honestly unbelievably cute.

Atsushi comes home from work, exhausted and reeking from a night behind the bar, only to find that he can't even sleep in his own bed. His boyfriends missed him so much, they went to sleep there themselves.

En's bedroom may be messy, and he may not ever put the condoms and lube away, but it's closer than Kinshirou's.

Must have been a rough night. En still thinks he looks hot, though. Sometimes having a slob for a boyfriend is a plus.

Enatsu and Hou-chan morning domesticity. En is addicted to painting, I swear. Mixologists and bars aren’t as bad as En and his easel.

His second masterpiece is even prettier than his first. They're both impressionist paintings so I suppose Sim En is an impressionist painter. That suits him, I think. Unfortunately, painting a masterpiece means he'll go to work in a confident mood when he'd be better off inspired, but you can't have everything.

Again... Why is it always En who gets in trouble at work...

My headcanon is actually that En wouldn't judge, but, since that's not an option here, he would want to talk about his passion. En is always ready to share his thoughts.

THAT'S RIGHT. Although it's a bit sad because I still think En would defend her, if anything.

Atsushi needs to improve his mixology for work. Instead of making yet another drink for himself or wastefully practicing and then throwing out the results, he makes a pet drink for Hou-chan. :D

The window for Kinshirou to sell his books to a publisher. A screenplay about the magical boys’ revenge will definitely fly off the shelves, I agree.

No story value, just cute.

With Atsushi at work, En and Kinshirou decide to check out a community lot (not as a date). I actually made it for Atsushi, but... he'll get here someday. Basically, one of the expansions introduced all these food stalls and a bunch of recipes (honestly like 20+ in total) that you can learn how to cook only after tasting them. But it's hard to track them all down in the places the game initially put them because they rotate, so I just made a foot stall lot.

Unfortunately you can only have so many stall vendors on a lot at a time, so it'll always look like half of them are closed... But I'm still proud of it? I think it's a cute lot with nice Kinatsuen colors, and it'll help Atsushi to have this one place to go to. I'm proud of all the lots I built for them, actually, even if they’re often not very interesting-looking.

The moment they arrive, Kinshirou goes straight to the Japanese food stall without the least bit of prompting from me. En chooses some spicy Vietnamese food, but by the time he gets to the table, Kinshirou is already halfway done with his dango. I want En to get used to spicy food ASAP because it's out of character for him not to be able to tolerate it. It wasn’t until I started watching them eat that I remembered Sims also have to learn how to use chopsticks... En, I don’t think that’s now they work.

Getting used to spicy food.

En: Kinshirou, help! Help me, it hurts! My mouth is on fire!! Kinshirou: Ahh, that was so good... such delicate, mild flavors... :’D

En is grumpy because he wants a vacation, even though they literally got back from one like a week ago. I think this is one of my all-time favorite screenshots just because it's the opposite of what would be IC for them.

Luckily, I put some bubble blowers on this lot, so he can relax a little. Don't make that face at me, En. This is for your own good.

...En put in the flirty flavor that makes you angry if you choke, and Kinshirou choked on his very first blow. I guess it's not such a surprise, though. The bubble blowers are basically just game stand-ins for drugs, and Kinshirou would be the absolute worst person to get high with.

Kinshirou: Ow ow ow ow ow! That hurts! En: Yeah, how's it feel, asshole?

En: Wait, shit, ow! Kinshirou: You deserve no better for taunting me.

Kinshirou’s face is adorably pinched and angry here. But En is angry now, too, so they go home and go to sleep, after losing some friendship points. That didn’t quite go according to plan. Tomorrow night will be better.

A Hou-chan’s-eye view. Kinshirou was in the middle of eating breakfast, but she was too cute to resist.

En took some pictures of Hou-chan and put them up on Simstagram (lol) and !!! I've never had a pet get so many followers immediately like this. Everyone loves Hou-chan.

I shouldn't have complained about En always getting in trouble. Now it's happening to Atsushi too.

Atsushi is annoyed that his coworker would steal and put him in this position, but he would rather just keep quiet to avoid a confrontation. Maybe someone else will handle it...

Still better than causing a scene.

They're finally out on a date! Making identical pleased expressions. Kinshirou's taken En out to a museum because he's a cutie deep down and he knows En will like it. I didn't build this one orz I meant to make them a museum but I turned it into an arts center instead. En will enjoy that more, but he needs to look at things in a museum right now for his aspiration, so...

Their animations continue to be creepily in sync as they admire the artwork.

It looks for all the world like Kinshirou's just made a dirty joke about the painting they're looking at, but...

...this isn’t the sort of work that would make Kinshirou think naughty thoughts. It would take even En several seconds to make an innuendo out of this.

But then Kinshirou autonomously offers En a public massage... Maybe he's just in a mood.

They spend the rest of the date in that room, mostly on that couch, sitting and talking. So there’s not much to say about it. But it’s awfully cute.

Sadly. they have to go home early, because En has to work the next morning. He would rather just quit his job, but Kinshirou won't let him.

He doesn't want to let on to En, which is why he's walking behind him, but he’s ready for the date to end. He’s exhausted.

The collection grows.

(I know one is more forward on the bar than the other. It's not my fault. I don't understand the rationale behind slot placement in TS4.)

Guys! Guys! stop eating! Pay attention to Hou-chan! She's just a little kitten and she's lonely!

Kinshirou is writing my fanfiction for me so that I don't have to. Although I suppose that means he's writing about an alternate world where he and his boyfriends live in a fantasy setting with some dude named Arima, and this Arima guy gets romantically involved with them all.

(I don't actually intend to have a sequel to Veil named Kidosen. I just wanted him to write a sequel and that's the title that came to mind.)

Their house, the most boring-looking house in the world, but now with two boring stories! I promise, when they move onto a bigger lot, I’ll do better.

The triad decided to spend some of their hard-earned money on a home addition. Their bedrooms are on the second story now and they have a bathroom with an actual bath in it (this was half the purpose of the remodeling; it’s a tragedy for them not to have a bath). Atsushi's kitchen is slightly nicer as well, with a better fridge and some aesthetic improvements. But the household now has exactly §301 to its name. No interior screenshots because the only really new thing is the bathroom and it's not exciting enough to be worth a screenshot. The bedrooms are almost exactly the same and the upstairs landing is completely empty because they ran out of money. The most interesting things here are the sad, neglected plants...

Atsushi, savior of plants (as well as kittens). He still needs to work on his herbalism. He’ll get to that at some point.

This is the problem with the goddamn bar. You tell a Sim to start mixing drinks and suddenly it's all they want to do. As soon as he stops needing to level mixology for his career, that thing is getting sold.

Even Atsushi himself dreams of a day when he can rid himself of the bar. He is trapped.

At least Hou-chan is proud of him. Or maybe she just wants another one of those pet drinks.

Atsushi suffers from a moment of self-doubt. Is he doing the right thing, encouraging Hou-chan to drink? She's only a kitten...

But she looks so happy.

Yeah. He made the right choice.

...no story value, just cute.

She reached 250 Simstagram followers with this very stylish pose. Her charms are irresistible!

But her love is reserved for Kinatsuen, and for this toy. She can’t stand to be parted from it.

LMAO

Not only does Atsushi barely even know his name, but he's also already married?? Nah, dude, if you want to cheat don't drag Atsushi into it.

Atsushi: Eheheh... *nervously ignores phone*

Atsushi doesn't have work for a couple of days, so he has time to relax and chat with Kinshirou while Hou-chan communes with her ball and takes a nap.

Atsushi: (Okay, time to try that pickup line I read...) So, Kin-chan... what underwear are you wearing? Kinshirou: Atchan. Please, spare us both.

Meanwhile, that lady who makes weird art bothers En at work again, and he comes out on top again. Maybe she should give up. Luckily for her, he should get promoted today.

Atsushi is sick. :C He's trying to meet his death with brave stoicism and honestly judging from how he looks I don't blame him for thinking the worst.

But all he has to do is take some medicine! All better. Time to go find Kinshirou and celebrate his return to good health, if Kinshirou has forgiven him for that pickup line.

Why is he making that face in the middle of WooHoo... Dare I even ask... Kinshirou, I would have thought you'd be more experienced by now...

Then again, Atsushi is completely satisfied afterwards. So maybe he liked it.

I feel like I go on about how cute Atsushi's Sim is but honestly they're all adorable. Also, this screenshot made me realize they just WooHooed with a window wide open looking down onto their street.

Like... he doesn't even go to work in those clothes. I don't get it.

But as you can see he got promoted! He's now an Imaginative Imagist, whatever that means. The painter career doesn't have the most informative job titles.

He honestly doesn't even want to be in the official painter career. He can't wait to get given a super nice easel so he can work from home like Kinshirou, who, by the way, is making the most money by far out of the three of them right now. I suppose that's fitting.

...He and Atsushi wanted to have a date tomorrow, but now that he's been promoted, he has to work. :\ Atsushi's due for a promotion too, so I guess they’ll see in a couple of days what his new schedule is like.

On the other hand, En gets off work an hour earlier now, and Atsushi still doesn't work at all tomorrow, so maybe they can have their date anyway. They were just planning to hang out at home anyway, in true Enatsu fashion.

It was at this point that the My First Pet stuff pack was released, and, well, long story short, they have a hedgehog now. Guess what its name is?

Don't do it, Kinshirou. Don't fall for it again...

orz.

But he goes to find Atsushi afterwards, just so that Atsushi knows he still cherishes his friendship more than he does a hedgehog.

Hou-chan has something to say, loudly enough that Kinshirou is startled.

Kinshirou: What's wrong, Hou-chan? What is it? Hm? Hou-chan: *sad meowing ;-;*

She needs attention, it turns out. Kinshirou is happy to oblige her whenever she wants. Unfortunately, En is lost in his art and barely even noticed her meowing.

Atsushi has made his first foray into gourmet cooking! He's pleased with the results, but he wishes his boyfriends were here to enjoy it with him.

Better late than never. Look how happy he is! It's like in episode 11 when he's feeding the defense club his curry.

I didn't quite manage to get a screenshot of Lilith at the door, but why do vampires keep knocking on the front door after dark?? It's scary. Maybe the boys just smell delicious or something? At least there hasn't been a vampire break-in, I suppose.

Hou-chan is suspicious of Zundar...

...and WISELY SO what the fuck??? What did they do to Zundar? What does this mean???? I have literally no idea. It popped up just as I left the home lot, so if he did something to trigger it, I'll never know...

While En is at work (orz), Atsushi is taking a trip to the newly-opened Arima Community Garden. They need some people to help do some preliminary work like planting before anything can be harvested.

(This is my way of explaining away gameplay limitations in terms of storyline. I made this lot so that Atsushi didn't have to run around the world finding things to plant, and also so that I had a place to put my modded insect spawners. You need insects for herbalism, but I didn't want to fill their home lot with bugs. But you have to have your Sims plant things on community lots, even if you put the seeds there with a cheat.)

While Atsushi works on the garden, Kinshirou learns chess from a very red individual named Kengo Fujita who's a member of what is essentially a chess club. Maybe they'll become friends! Atsushi wants to hold a dinner party soon to show off his cooking, so the three of them need friends, or at least people who'll accept an invitation.

Atsushi is working hard, but it’s a big task.

Eventually, Kinshirou resigns himself to getting dirt stains on his clothes and steps in to help.

Gardening boyfriends! Kinshirou looks like he's ready to stab himself with that spade. The light has changed and the shadows are longer. They’ve been here for a while. En is home by now, hopefully having a nice nap.

It’s late by the time they’re done. For dinner, they have hamburgers from a plate some stranger left on the table. That’s not what I would do myself, in their place, but they both survive it.

A solid day’s work! But it’s past midnight now and they just want to go home. Don’t judge me for the terrain paint, I did my best.

En is a sweetheart and waited up for them. In the background, Hou-chan remains vigilant.

That painting right there is a masterpiece worth almost two thousand Simoleons. En has an amazing talent.

These are, hands down, the best screenshots in the post.

At work, Atsushi once again refused to report that the cash in the register was low, and it once again got taken out of everyone's tips. Whoever did it the first time must have learned that they could get away with it.

Wtf he's back

They know they're being hunted.

Kinshirou: Perhaps he'll go away if we pretend that we didn't hear the bell. If he has no hope of getting inside... we need to act as though we think we're alone. En: Sure. But how do we do that?

En: Oh, I get it... I like the way you think.

Vladislaus: *watching through the door* They're completely oblivious to my presence. Amazing.

En: We might as well make it convincing, right? Right? Kinshirou: Is this something that interests you, then? Being watched? En: What if it is? Vladislaus: I can't believe they haven't noticed me. Their front door even has windows.

En: What are you into, then? Boyfriends should talk about stuff like this, right? Kinshirou: Oh, well... there are a few things, I suppose... Vladislaus: This is absurd.

En: Mm. Actually, why don't you tell me later? Kinshirou: Wh— oh... Vladislaus: *peers through the door, trying to get a better view*

Vlad is a pervert. Wow. I never knew. No wonder he and demon AU Atsushi are friends.

It worked!

Kinshirou: Oh, thank goodness. Maybe we should invest in some garlic braids. En: We can talk about it later.

This is such a sweet screenshot. Kinshirou can already tell that En is planning some sort of mischief, but he's so relieved that the vampire left before Atsushi got back that he's just amused and indulgent.

Oh, no... with all the vampire scariness and relieved WooHoo, they forgot to refill Hou-chan's food bowl...

(Don’t worry, Kinshirou came downstairs and did it. I just forgot to take a screenshot.)

Atsushi is a line cook now! Look at his fancy clothes! He must wear contacts at work. (That's my excuse for why he doesn't have glasses in his work outfits, and I'm sticking to it...)

His work days haven't changed, although he starts and leaves work four hours earlier now, so he won't be getting home at 2am anymore. He and En won't have a day off in common for a few more days, assuming En doesn't get promoted again in the meantime and get another schedule change. But they'll get their date. They’re determined, and so am I. If all else fails, Atsushi can take a vacation day and En can call in fake sick, and they can hang out with Kinshirou all disapproving in the background.

With the day's salary and his promotion bonus, they're able to expand their house again!

A boring deck to go with their boring house.This is the real reason for making a second story. More than the bath, I wanted to have room for a deck so that they could have a hot tub. :D They now have a grand total of §10 so it's a good thing they have lots of leftover food.

When will they move into a new, less ugly house? When will En get to quit his job? Will En and Atsushi ever get to go on a date? Will there ever come a day when I don’t end one of these posts with a question about En and Atsushi? What in God’s name did that notification about Zundar mean? I don’t know the answer to any of these questions, but we can find out together next time.

#boueibu #kinatsuen #enkin #kinatsu #enkinatsu #did we ever decide on a ship name i have no idea #less enatsu because their schedules still conflict but SOMEDAY #my post #sims 4 kinatsuen #looking at some of these screenshots makes me realize how pointy i made their chins but i must have had a reason #i spent hours in CAS on each of them tweaking their faces #maybe its just that i think sims look awkward from some angle if they dont have them? #idk its been ages since i went into CAS to make a sim

[celawrites]

Day 7

Clown: Happy one week of me being annoying!

Clown: I like you

Read at 6:38

WHAT A WAY TO START THE MORNING LMAo. With the normal morning routine, and a cup of coffee, I’m ready to head out. I wonder if anyone wants to carpool today and I opt for texting the class chat.

Clown: yOOOOO

Clown: Anyone wanna carpool to school?

Pebble: It’s 7

Pebble: You’re insane

tiNy: I’ll carpool if someone else does

Spam: I’ll join

Spam: CAn we get slushies again?

Clown: Sure

Clown: Y’all can play on the switch in the backseat or smth

Clown: Alright be there in 5

Read by 2

The drive to their place is calm, much like how waters are before a storm.

“yO! GET IN THE CAR LOSER. WE’RE GOING TO SCHOOL”

“How exciting” they make their way into the backseat.

“Off to get the other?”

“Can we just leave him at home? Like let him be late or something”

“That’s rude. I’ll give him 2 minutes to get out of his house tho”

“That’s fair”

The drive to the other’s house is chaotic. The conversation rallies between school and their new game tournament. When we do arrive, said person is nowhere to be found. Ringing their phone seems like the only good way to get him.

“Danny you have 2 minutes before I kick your ass and leave you here”

“i’M SORRY! I NEED TO FIND MY SCARF”

“It’s in your locker. I saw you shove it in there yesterday after school”

“It is?”

“Ask our valedictorian if you don’t believe me”

“Eh. You’ve gotten better at observing things ever since you started vibing with our valedictorian. I trust you”

“Alright now get out here. You have 30 seconds”

A crash, slide, and panting could be heard on the other side of the line. It was funny messing with him like that.

“i’M HERE”

“Welcome aboard shortie”

“I hate that even after my growth spurt you still won’t let me live the nickname down”

“Eh. Your problem for getting the short end of the stick”

“So…”

“Slushies, Coffee, or Boba?”

“Can we get Chick Fil A?”

“Is it open?”

“It opens at 6:30am in the morning”

“If the drive-through is empty enough, we can get Chick Fil A for breakfast”

“I LOVE YOUUUU. MARRY ME CRESSIE”

“You’re disgusting. That’s why I never hang around our valedictorian when you’re there”

“I’ve been hurt on more levels than one”

“Ok but you are extremely obnoxious” the friend.

“Sam shut up”

Well there goes 3 names. Might as well throw the rest of them out there-

“I can literally hear you narrating right now. Please stop.” -Sam

“As much as we love you Cressie, I do not want to go through you narrating. We know as a matter of fact that we told you to leave that behind in middle school”

“So mean” I pout. “aNYWAYS. So. Have any early college admission letters arrived?”

“Nope.”

“Oh I got one from Chapman but I don’t think I wanna go there anymore”

“You still waiting out for Yale or something?”

“Kind of”

“Good luck with that one then. But I mean that one summer camp you joined should be bonus points?”

“Yeah. I just hope it works out”

“I’m sure it’ll work out”

“chICK FIL A PLEASE”

“I thought you forgot hiss”

“Never. The drive through’s basically empty. Please?”

“What do you guys want.”

“Can I get chicken minis”

“I’ll take some hashbrowns”

“Good morning and Welcome to Chick Fil A how may I help you?”

“Good morning. Can I get Chicken Minis, hashbrowns and a chicken egg and cheese bagel?”

“Anything to drink?”

“oOH CAN WE GET COLA?”

“I want a Mango Passion Tea Lemonade”

“A cola, a sweet tea, and two mango passion tea lemonades please”

“Alright! Your total will be $15.59.”

“Alright thank you!”

“Who’s the sweet tea for?”

“Guess”

“Pebble?”

“Nope. It’s for our valedictorian who I’ve been annoying for a week”

“So you wrote the letter?”

“Pfft. It’s probably from an underclassman. You know how persistent some of them are”

“A freshman?”

“Idk. Does he not know who?”

“He won’t tell me”

I pulled my card out and handed it to the employee.

“Makes sense not to. I mean. You did spill to the whole school about his crush in middle school”

“I STOPPED DOING THAT ALREADY”

“That’s a lie. He just stopped telling you about his secrets”

“I’m hurt”

“Your card miss”

“Thank you”

“She’s only the rich one because she lacks a parental figure in her life”

“I did nOT offer to pay to get insulted by you all”

“Sorry”

After getting their food, the ride became quite. They were busy munching on their breakfast.

“Oh look we’re here!”

“And we’re 5 minutes early”

“I never get how your driving schedule works”

“I don’t know either.”

“Can I go with you for a 3am run sometime?”

“And see me flirt with the cute McDonalds employee? If you want. The offer’s up for tonight. If you want to get a decent rest, sleep at 6 and expect a text at 3”

“hUH? Sure!”

“You’re really going to do that huh?”

“No one’s stopping me.”

The three of us headed in. It was funny. Ironic even, that I’ve carpooled with everyone except him.

“You’re late today” he’s salty.

“I went for Chick Fil A with the other two” I huffed.

“I figured.”

“Do you want your tea or not”

“You got me something?”

“To get you in trouble with our english teacher yeah”

“I knew you didn’t mean any good with your gestures”

“Awww. Is liking you not a reasonable excuse?”

“Ha. Funny”

“Meanie!”

The day passes like the love for a crush. Fleeting, quick, and violently. The hammering in your chest is quick, harsh, a constant reminder of who that person is to you. The school day resembles that to me. It’s violent, the constant reminder that if you want to go to the college of your choice, you can’t start slacking. Your grades can’t drop, especially in a private school where all eyes are on you. I may not be the valedictorian, but I am the girl with no family by my side. One drop, one falter, and everyone is suddenly talking about you.

The drive home is relieving. It’s like being hit with the ac at home when you return, or maybe more of a getting ice cream during summer vibe? Not too sure. But when I get home, there’s a feeling of relief. The feeling of finally I’m not within the proximity of him. But today is a 3am run, and quite frankly, I’m not excited.

6pm comes quicker than usual, and I’m going to bed again. 3am comes, and my alarm is ringing in my ear. I drag myself out of bed today. Tonight? This early morning? This late evening? I don’t even know anymore. So then I opt for texting 2 people tonight.

Clown: 3am snacks?

Sleep.

This is why you aren’t growing

Clown: You’re boring

Clown: I’ll find someone else then

Seen at 3:03

Knowing well that he wouldn’t respond, I text the friend from earlier.

Clown: yO SAM

Spam: How long

Clown: Gimme 10 minutes.

Spam: Alrighty

The drive to his house is silent. The songs on my phone are playing softly and I’m humming along. When I do get to his house though, he slips in next to me and he grins. It isn’t until we’re on the freeway to the McDonalds close by that he starts talking.

“Do you usually stay quiet at night?”

“Sometimes. Other times I’m violently switching songs.”

There was a soft silence.

“You definitely know something about who confessed to our valedictorian. He tells you everything”

“Does he? We don’t have 3am emotionally vulnerable chats or anything. He only tells me things about school. But sometimes I can’t help but wonder if I could break down the wall he has”

“You’re getting off-topic. What do you know about the culprit?”

“Mm? I don’t know who it is. Why are you so persistent in knowing?”

“He. I feel like getting him a girlfriend will let him loosen up”

“In Senior year?”

“Yeah.”

“His grades can’t drop. And we know how our class does when it comes to relationships.”

“I still have a feeling he can pull through”

“Perhaps. What do you want?”

“Can I get fries?”

“Sure”

“Good morning darling~”

“Morning!”

“What can I get for you today?”

“Two large fries. And an M&M Mcflurry please!”

“Do you have a friend with you?”

“Yep!”

“Omg is it the hot dude you’re pining after”

“lNFJDSK wHIch ONE”

“wHCIH ONE?” the two were in sync.

“Lmao darling i’ll give you a discount.”

“I loVE YOU TOO”

“I LOVE YOU MORE”

“NO I DO”

This goes back and forth for another couple seconds before I drive up to the window.

“OOoo. Is he gay?”

“I’m right here”

“I’m straight.”

“Ah yikes. Wish me luck on my quest for boyfriends then darling”

“Good luck.”

The night passes in silence. Other than the occasional conversation with Sam, it isn’t much different than the usual. At some point, he passes out due to exhaustion, and I start working on my new piece.

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#angst #but like not angst #fluff #fluff fluff fluff #365 days #365 days of writing #365 days of rejection #project #quarantine project #uh #writing #bad writing lmAO #Hoping this helps with college admissions #this is longer than usual oops

[welovekpopscenarios]

No More Routine ( Mingyu X Reader)

Admin: Candi Request: “Hi! Can I request a Mingyu fluff please? Thank you! – anon” Fandom: SEVETEEN Characters: Mingyu x Reader, Kihyun Genre/warning(s): Fluff, a bit of angst Words: 3.3k Authors note: I was mad excited to write this! Mingyu is my bias from SEVENTEEN and I adore him with all my heart ;-; he’s so cute. Also, I love Mingyu so much I thought he deserved a series so this is part 1, fluffy part that was requested by the anon so I won’t disappoint but the other parts (there will be part 2 and possibly part 3) will have angst so get ready for the feels train. Leave me feedback if you’d be interested in reading the series. I put my heart and soul into this lmao.

Part 2

It was a dull Friday, it started getting colder as Autumn was approaching. You and Mingyu were together for 2 years now, living together and deeply in love. You both wake up and do your usual morning routine. Mingyu is always at work but so are you, the thing that differs between your schedules is that you have an actual schedule, a timetable, you start and finish at a certain time, Mingyu works as long as required resulting in little time for each other.

           You lazily get off the bed and and go to the bathroom, you don’t feel too well, you have a gut wrenching feeling something will go wrong today. You try to brush it off but you usually trusted your gut so you decided to be cautious for the day. You walk out of the bathroom only to see Mingyu still hasn’t got up.

           “Baby, you have to get up, you’ll be late for practice.” You throw a pillow at him, he doesn’t budge. You decided to put on music as loud as you could without the neighbors filing a complaint. You jump on top of him with a hair brush in your hand that was being violently used as a microphone. Mingyu quickly opens his eyes and starts laughing at you.

           “Alright alright I’ll get up!”

           You kiss him and he kisses you back, there was a feeling of tension in the air but you decided to get off him before it got out of hand, you didn’t have time this morning for fooling around and neither did he.

           You both dress yourselves quickly and run out the door, Mingyu always walked you to your bus stop before he went to work.

           “Enjoy your day at work!” Mingyu said as he walked away from you.

9am Mingyu POV

           After I walked Y/N off I went to the studio. I met the guys all standing on top of each other.

           “What’s going on?” I shouted to try to get their attention but no one responded, it worried me. I decided to give them some time before asking again, I wanted to prepare myself mentally at what they had to say, their faces didn’t look very happy so I was expecting the worst.

           After 3 minutes of waiting, Wonwoo answered me; “We’re going on tour in America!” That sentence felt like a ton of bricks being fired at me all at once. I was overjoyed. We all started jumping around from happiness. We couldn’t believe we finally got the chance to go to America.

           “We’re going to be gone for 4-6 months, depends on what countries our manager decides on.” Hoshi said with a hint of worry.

           “That’s fine that’s going to be amazing!” I shout out.

           All the guys don’t seem so happy and all look at me quite nervously. I don’t understand why they’re not as happy as I am. This is huge for our band. We need this!

           “Mingyu, think about it, 4-6 months, we’re not going to be travelling from Korea to America all the time, we’re staying in America for that time. You’re not going to see Y/N.” Hoshis voice turned quieter from all the realization that just came over me. My heart dropped and my body went cold. Y/N and I never spent that much time apart from each other.

           After a while, I got over the thought and acted excited for the sake of the band. Even though I wasn’t going to see Y/N for so long I knew she’d still be happy for me. I have to be positive, it’s the only way, besides, we’re together for 2 years now, a bit of time apart won’t impact our relationship. I was beginning to regain the happiness again. Everyone noticed my mood improve and we were all ecstatic again. We were all so motivated that we didn’t stop practicing until 10pm.

9am Y/N POV

           “God, I love him.” I thought to myself as I watched him walk away towards his studio. I get on the bus and shift my eyes towards the window, I rest my chin on my palm and day dream for the duration of the journey. I liked my job, even though it wasn’t my dream job, I still liked it, working in a small convenience store was nice because it was usually quiet, everyone at work was always nice and took care of each other. As a hobby, I made short movies and recorded some stuff for different companies. It got me a bit of extra money which was always nice.

           I got to the place and was greeted by my lovely manager, he told me my tasks for the day and I got started straight away. It was never hard work, just a bit of cleaning, serving customers and bringing out stock.

           “Hey!” I hear a familiar voice and turn around. It was Kihyun, I jumped at the sight of him and hurried over to hug him. He was my best friend ever since I moved to Seoul, we met at a café and got on so well. It’s so hard to keep up with him because of his schedule, like Mingyu he was an idol so hanging out with him was impossible.

           “Oh my god Kihyun! What are you doing here?”

           “I haven’t seen you in two weeks and I got a day off so I wanted to come over to see one of my favourite girls!”

           “One of? You mean your favourite girl.” I smile at him. It was nice of him to come visit. Mingyu didn’t like you hanging around with him because he felt like he was trying to steal you away from him. You two were extremely close so you could see his point but you aren’t property, you still did what you wanted to do.

           “You can have your break now if you want? Go ahead and take an hour.” My manager noticed us talking. He was always so nice to me, I was so grateful for him.

           “Are you sure?”

           “100% sure” he smiled.

           I grab my bag and we go to the café we met at, I got coffee for the both of us and he purchased paninis for us. We talked for a while about our lives, he told me how hard they all worked on releasing Shine Forever and I just talked about my mediocre life and how great my job is and how my filming is going. He never judged the way I live, with stars it’s difficult to maintain a friendship because a lot of them feel like they need friends that are as popular as them but Kihyun was much different, he cared about what was inside the person rather than the exterior image. We talked for the whole hour and I realized I have to go back to work once I checked the time, I knew I was already late so we gathered ourselves quickly and hurried back to the store, we said our goodbyes and he said he’ll text me.

           For the rest of the day I just cleaned around the shop and waited until 6pm to be finished, I couldn’t wait to go back home and work a bit on editing my new project.

           “Will you be okay closing the store alone?” my manager asks me.

           “I did it before so I think I’ll be fine!” I reassure him.

           Once you were at home you went to take a shower and made some dinner. You felt inspired so you made a proper dinner, not some noodles. You made spring rolls, a nice refreshing salad and a bit of sticky rice. You made enough for yourself and Mingyu and decided to wait for him.

           By 8:30pm your stomach growled at you, you couldn’t wait any longer, you took your plate and ate your dinner. You knew Mingyu works endlessly but it seemed longer than usual today. You didn’t give it much thought, you grabbed your laptop and continued your project.

           You noticed an hour passed and he still wasn’t home, you felt your stomach clench from worry. You decided to call him but there was no answer. You stopped working on your laptop because you couldn’t concentrate anymore, you were too worried about Mingyu. You tried getting in contact with the other guys but they didn’t answer either. Was this what your gut warned you about this morning? You roamed around the apartment not being able to settle, your mind was focused on only one thing, Mingyu, and why the hell he wasn’t home yet.

           You heard the doorknob move, your senses were heightened with worry so the slight movement of the knob made you dash towards the door. Mingyu stood in the door frame with flowers in his hand. The worry and anger in you faded away fast after seeing his dorky smile.            “I’m so sorry, practice was crazy today, we started working on a new routine and everyone was very energetic, we couldn’t waste such a good day!” he said as he handed you the flowers. You noticed there was a note in it. You took it out and read it; “Tomorrow I asked for a day off, will you go on a date with me?” He was so cheesy but you loved that about him.

           “So where are we going tomorrow?” you were excited at the thought of spending the day with him, it didn’t matter to you where you went.

           “I want a chill day, nothing fancy, I want to go to the park with you, maybe a small picnic?”

           You were overjoyed that you’ll finally spend the day together. Your weekends were spent doing your own thing while Mingyu worked. The fact that you’ll have him for a full day made you beyond excited.

           The day was nice, it was cold but the sun was still out. You laid down the blanket on the grass and the both of you sat down. You brought plenty of snacks with you for the picnic. There was a comfortable silence surrounding you. The beauty of your relationship was that you didn’t need to say much to each other, you still knew how much you loved each other.

           You took out a sandwich you made and Mingyu leaned over to take a bite out of it. You pout at him, he never took small bites, once he bit into your food it was pretty much halfway gone but you always let it go since you knew his company puts all the guys on strict diets, you wanted him to get as much food in him as he could.

           The park was very quiet today which made you more comfortable. You lied down on the blanket and dragged Mingyu down with you. You turned to him and just absorbed his beauty. You put your hand on his cheek and caressed his face, he grabbed your hand and kissed you, the kiss felt needy. You cuddled into him and you stayed like that for a while, every minute that you spent with him felt precious, you always missed him, even if he was next to you.

           “I want to go shopping!” Mingyu exclaimed.

           “Shopping? You? You want to go shopping?” I said in disbelief.

           “Yeah I want to get new clothes and I want to spoil you.”

           “Mingyu no! You’re not allowed! I’d feel bad”

           “Nothing would make me happier right now, please let me do this, you deserve it.” He looked at you with his beautiful, pleading eyes making you give in to his stare.

           You made your way over to the shopping center, his hand was holding tight onto yours for the whole time, if you even moved an inch away from him he’d pull you back in, you were both so in need of each other, this day was filled with happiness and neediness.

           Once you finally made your way to the shopping center you went to grab some ice cream first. He put some on his finger and went to boop your nose, you did the same thing to get him back but he quickly dodged it. You cleaned yourself up and decided to sit down to finish your ice cream.

           “Where do you want to go first?” you asked

           “Hmm, let’s go to Zara, they always have really cool clothes there for men, you can check me out while I change.” He winked at you. Butterflies in your stomach going out of control.

           You make your way to Zara and Mingyu walks towards the mens section, you follow him in there. They always have cute beanies so you take a look at them, Mingyu sneaks up behind you and scares you, you scream so loud everyone who was in the shop looked at you. You hit him with the beanie that you had in your hand as he uncontrollably laughed at you, eventually making you burst out with laughter too.

           He tried on a couple of things, your favourite item was the jeans that hugged his long slim legs so perfectly. He knew they looked good judging from your reaction and decided to purchase them. As you walked out of the shop you noticed a camera shop right in front of Zara. You glued your face to the window of the shop, you spotted your dream piece, the newest drone, you wanted one so bad but you could never afford it but you knew it would help with your future films. Mingyu walked into the shop without you, you were too busy looking at the drone to notice him go in. You started explaining every feature it had but you were just talking to yourself since Mingyu wasn’t next to you. After you realized he wasn’t answering you looked behind you and he wasn’t there. You looked around but your eyes couldn’t spot him. You suddenly see him coming out of the shop, your eyes instantly drop to the bag he was holding in his hand.

           “What is that?” you ask skeptically. He smiles at you and hands it to you. As you look inside it you quickly realise it’s the drone.

           “Mingyu! No way! Noooo! That’s crazy! You shouldn’t have, no take it back I can’t accept it.” Your words leak out of you one by one. Mingyu just kissed your cheek and kept on walking.

           “Come back here! I can’t have this, it’s so expensive.” You cry out to him but he ignores you. You’re low key very excited and don’t want to take it back. You catch up to him and stop him only to press your lips into his.      “Thank you so much.” You breathe out. He kisses you a bit more before the both of you decided you wanted to go home.

           “Could you help me clean the house a bit? I’ll hoover and you clean the bathroom? Afterwards we can make dinner and watch a movie.” You ask him politely because you know he hates cleaning but you’d appreciate some help.

           “Anything for you baby.” He says without putting up a fight.

           Your relationship was very domestic, you were together but it felt like you were married already, you had your morning and evening routines, you both enjoyed taking care of your house and making it perfect for the both of you. Your apartment was a studio and even though that makes it sound small it really wasn’t, it was one of those studios that only the wealthy own. You weren’t wealthy but your money combined with Mingyus was able to get you this beauty of an apartment. Cleaning usually involved you singing and dancing and Mingyu loved every minute of it. He could never get enough of that sight, you in your shorts and a tank top with slippers, jumping up and down singing some hits while you hoovered, it was his favourite thing. Mingyu finished cleaning before you so he got started on the dinner without letting you know. The smell of the food stopped your hopping and you quickly looked over to the kitchen from the upstairs bedroom. You hurried the cleaning up because Mingyus cooking was your favourite, you couldn’t wait to see what he made.

           You put the hoover away and ran downstairs, you sneaked up behind him and wrapped yourself around him, the feeling of your body on his made him hum.

           “What are you cooking baby?”

           “Kimchi, your favourite.” He smiled to himself. You couldn’t believe how lucky you were to be with him, he was so considerate, he never made you feel unloved. He spoiled you whenever he got the chance.

           You bring your food over to the table in front of the TV and you both sit back and enjoy your kimchi. You turn on the TV to watch some random show that was on to get some entertainment while you enjoyed your delectable dinner. After you both finished Mingyu brought the dishes to the kitchen and cleaned them up. He sat back on the couch and you got closer to him, your back on his chest, his long arms around you. Perfectly interlocked souls. You grab your laptop from the desk and Mingyu asks for his book. You stay in the same position, the warmth of his body on you comforts you. You stay like this for two hours, you were working on your editing as usual and Mingyu reading his book. The time you spent together could be effortless, you both felt love radiate from each other at all times so no matter what you did you still felt fulfilled with how you decided to spend your day.

           “Babe we should go to bed, it’s already 12am.” Mingyu points out the time and you both scramble off the couch. You both do your routines as always and slip your sleepy bodies into bed. You cuddle for a while and talk about the future together, how you both want to stay together and share an amazing life, Mingyu even brought up kids which surprised you, he never talked about that before. Suddenly something felt wrong, your gut twisted, the same feeling you had yesterday morning. Mingyu sat up on the bed, his head hanging down.

           “You’re worrying me, what’s wrong? Tell me.” You demand. Your palms start sweating, you know he’s about to break some news to you and you were not prepared.

           “Y/N, yesterday we got some news, great news actually. We’re going on a tour in America.”

           “Oh my God! That’s amazing! I’m so happy for you.”

           “I’m going to be gone for approximately 6 months Y/N.”

           Quickly you felt your gut mock you, you knew something bad was going to happen but you chose to ignore it yesterday. You smile at Mingyu but even he wasn’t buying it, you were hurting and he knew. No more Mingyu and his adorable smile, his beautiful face and his kisses. No more getting up in the morning with him and going to the bus stop together. No more dinners with him or movies.

No more routine.

Part 2

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coming out (six) ⇾ camren

Authors Note: HI GUYS! I’m really sorry for being so shitty in keeping up with this book, a lot has been happening lately. My fiancée’s father died about two weeks after New Years and she’s been really torn about that because we are still arranging dates for our wedding and she was really excited for him to walk her down the aisle and be the first daughter of his to get married but everything happened so fast.

He had a seizure at dinner, ambulance and everything came, it was very sudden. Basically at the hospital they tell us that he has a basically inoperable brain tumor which none of us knew of. He’s been complaining about sharp pains and headaches for basically all of 2016 and we’ve all been urging him to go and have it checked out but he hates hospital more than anything and absolutely refused. The tumor was intact cancerous. He was placed in the hospital overnight for many nights and it basically got worse and worse each day. He had a series of seizures the night he died.

I’ve taken a break from writing to be there not only for my fiancée and her family, but for myself as well. Her dad was pretty much my dad in my eyes. If you haven’t already known, I’ve been in and out foster care systems for a big portion of my life because both parents had died due to drug addiction. I was in fact adopted later on in my life and I have the worlds best adoptive parents who are pretty much my own parents even if we don’t have the same blood but her father was there for me when my adoptive father wasn’t. He travels a lot and was gone for so much that i pretty much only had my adoptive mother to rely on as a parent figure until I met my fiancée and her dad. So when he died, it took a toll on me as well.

I focused mainly on reading and kind of chose to forget writing for a little while. This week my fiancée is in Canada going over funeral arrangements with her mother and other extended family and I’m home alone basically so I’ve found some spare time and decided to start this series up again considering it doesn’t have many chapters left since it is a short series. Its basically a one shot with many parts so I decided to give it a go again.

I’m really sorry though for being so M.I.A. I promise to update as much as I can, as I said before I’m ready to start some new fanfics and I can’t wait to share those with you.

I’m not usually one to share all my personal problems for fear of coming off attention seeking but you know what, fuck it. I kind of feel like you guys deserve an explanation. I’ve gotten many dms asking me to continue so here I am.

Also, TODAY IS MY 20TH BIRTHDAY! Its also the one year anniversary of me asking my fiancée to be my fiancée lmao. Hopefully we can get married for real though this fall when everything simmers down. But wow, I am no longer in my teens. I’m an adult dammit. Lmfao.

Anyways, enjoy this chapter and thank you for those of you who didn’t remove this story from your library.

Camila|

Watching Lauren walk away from her was almost harder than feeling herself walk away from Lauren. Her chest felt tight as her eyes sprang with tears. If only she’d let me explain…

Sighing softly to herself, she retreated back to find Lola as her attempt to slowly begin to mend things with her former band mate had failed miserably.

Coming to a stop in front of her girlfriend, Camila sighed. Her head throbbed the minute the girl had opened her mouth, “Why’d you chase after her?” Lola asked immediately.

“I just wanted to see how she was doing Lo-” she cut herself off. Lo was Lauren’s nickname. “Lola.”

The hazel eyed girl huffed as she pouted her lips slightly, “You don’t still have that stupid… Camren thing with her, right?” She asked. “I mean, I’m not really sure why that was even a thing. You’re way out of her league. She’s like a negative two hundred on the scale,” she scoffed.

Camila ground her teeth together as she looked down. Lola really knew how to piss someone off. “Lets go home,” she mumbled. She didn’t have time to deal with her shit.

Lauren|

Its been two days since she last ran into Camila. Its been two days since she was reminded of all that went wrong in her life. Seeing the successful singer made Lauren’s blood boil but heart throb all at once. She didn’t understand anything her body was telling her. All that was the least bit comprehendible was that Camila was bad news and Lauren stayed away from bad news no matter what.

She sighed softly to herself as she stood from her and Lucy’s bed. Lucy had gone off for coffee with an old friend Lauren didn’t know of until about a week ago but she didn’t question it. Lucy wasn’t obligated to share everything with her.

She has the day off and wasn’t really sure what to do with it. Normally she’d be spending it with Lucy but that was clearly out of the picture.

She stretched, hearing her back pop with several satisfying cracks before making her way up to her dresser to check her phone. She had the usual several too many text messages from friends but the unknown number caught her eye. She raised an eyebrow as she read the message. It was a simple “hey” to which she replied with a “Who is this” she grabbed her phone as she made her way into the kitchen, reading over the rest of her messages and replying to a few every now and then, being sure not to open the ones she didn’t want to reply to.

The moment she entered the kitchen, her phone vibrated in her hand. The unknown number. Her stomach dropped at the next words, “it’s Camila” she thought she may have misread as she blinked a few times. Seconds later, the bubble with three dots appeared indicating her former bandmate was typing.

C: dinah gave me this number

L: What the hell do you want Camila

Her blood boiled and heart pounded as Camila began typing. Didn’t she get the memo the last time they ran into each other? She wants nothing to do with her! She tapped her fingernails impatiently on the kitchen counter as she waited for the next message. Her anxiety was going through the roof. What was she writing? A college essay?

C: i dont want to fight with you lauren. I just want to explain. ive explained to everyone but you. please just give me the chance to tell you things my way and if it still isn’t enough, i’ll leave you alone forever. i promise.

Lauren reread the message over and over, her eyes burning from never blinking. This couldn’t be real. A small chuckle of annoyance fell from her lips as she began typing out her simple reply.

L: You can shove your explanation up your ass.

Her heart twitched as she hit send. She ignored the guilt from her sudden outburst of harshness and forced herself to prepare for anything Camila threw at her when the three dots in a bubble popped back up. What she read next shocked her. She expected old Camila. She expected Camila to be a bitch back at her. But she wasn’t.

C: okay. but if you happen to change your mind, i’ll be doing a little fundraiser for women’s right and lgbt rights in Miami Beach from 10am-6pm. ive invited the girls. mani, dinah and ally will be there. i heard you were with lucy, feel free to invite her as well. im really sorry for everything lo and i hope you can forgive me someday. have a good rest of the day.

Camila|

She willed the tears to go away as she hit send and threw her phone across the table. She never knew why even the thought of Lauren brought so much emotion into her. She could feel her ex bandmate’s eyes on her. It was silent for awhile before Dinah reached across from her to pick up the disregarded phone. Camila sat in silence as she read over the short conversation.

“She’ll come,” she finally said.

Camila looked up, a long sigh escaping her lips as she struggled to compose herself. “I doubt it,” she mumbled quietly.

Dinah shook her head, “She’ll come. Deep down, under all that hate and hurt, she still cares Mila. I promise,” the blonde haired girl sent her best friend a small smile.

Camila nodded, her face contorting into weird different expressions as she tried not to cry. She’s been doing that a lot lately and she wasn’t up for ruining her makeup the fourth time that week.

“So how are things with Lola?” Dinah asked.

Camila laughed, shaking her head. She didn’t even know what to say as she rolled her eyes over and over. She probably looked possessed. “I don’t even know why I’m dating her anymore Dinah,” she said truthfully.

“Just dump her,”

“I can’t,”

“Why not?”

“I don’t like hurting people,”

“You had a fine job doing that when you left the group,” silence fell upon them. Camila looked down at her lap, Dinah shaking her head. The blonde sighed softly, “I didn’t mean that Mi-”

“Its fine,” Camila said as she cut her off. “Lets just, lets just get ready for the fundraiser.”

***

Disappointment. That’s what Camila felt as she watched the last man pack up their belongings for the fundraiser. It was going on 8pm, it had gone a little over time with how many people had showed up, Camila was truly amazed. She loved every minute of it, meeting fans all while helping spread awareness on both women rights and LGBT rights but she couldn’t help the overall sadness as it came to an end. Lauren didn’t show up. She even had two guards waiting up front in case she did show up to escort her over. Nothing happened.

It was really hard for her to be happy in such an amazing environment when the one person she was hoping with everything in her to show up, didn’t show up.

Lauren|

“Babe you should go,” Lucy encouraged as she sat up slightly from the couch.

Lauren shook her head, walking over to her girlfriend a bowl of warm soup. “You’re not feeling well. I don’t have to go to the stupid fundraiser,” she mumbled.

Lucy gave Lauren a look as she accepted the soup, “First of all, you love fundraisers that tie down to those specific matters and you know it. Just last week you were saying how you wished it happened more often. Plus Fifth Harmony will basically be reuniting for the first time as a group in a while.”

Rolling her eyes, Lauren plopped down next to Lucy. Playing with the ring on her thumb she sighed loudly, “Why do you even care so much? You do know Camila invited me, right? You don’t really like her,” pausing she glanced at her girlfriend. “Besides, who’ll take care of you while I’m gone? The stupid thing is over anyways. She said it ended at 6 PM. Its like 7:45 now.”

“I don’t not like her. I just wasn’t fond of what she had done to the group,” Lucy shrugged. “And so? Weren’t you the one social media stalking her and saw she was spamming on Snapchat with videos just from like five minutes ago?” Lucy raised a knowing eyebrow at her girlfriend. “I can invite Kandee over if it’ll make you feel better about who’ll take care of me.” Kandee was Lucy’s longtime friend Lauren had recently learned about.

She sighed to herself as she thought over it, “What if it goes bad?” She mumbled quietly.

“She’s just asking you to hear her out, right? If you don’t like what she has to say, just leave,” Lucy reached over to rub her finger tips up and down her girlfriends arm, “It’ll all go good baby. I promise.”

***

This was a mistake. Lauren could feel it as she approached the empty area. I bet she’s gone. God I’m such an idiot. It was around 8 PM and the place was pretty much a ghost land. She saw a few people left but that was it. Her heart pounded in her chest as she stopped in front of the location Camila had texted her.

There stood a man who had his back turned toward her with “SECURITY” writing in big white letters on his black T-Shirt.

Clearing her throats softly, she proceeded to tap him on the shoulder. The man sighed before turning around. “Ma'am this even is over please-” the man paused himself before eyes widening. “I am so sorry Miss. Follow me this way,” Lauren felt confusion settle within her as she followed the man through the black curtains. Something in her told her not to, it could be a trap but she ignored it. She was always unnecessarily paranoid. “Miss Cabello!” The man shouted.

The ashy brown haired woman turned around, along with three other obviously familiar faces. A sense of nervousness washed over Lauren as the room went silent for a few seconds before an overly excited Ally ran straight toward her former bandmate along with Dinah and Normani. She felt overwhelmed with happiness as the three women bombarded her with questions and hugs. A couple years escaped her eyes. It felt so good to be in their presence again. But everything went just as fast as it came.

Suddenly they all realized the reasoning behind them all being there and a silent Camila. Pulling apart from each other, Normani spoke first. “We’ll give you guys some space.”

By then, the security guard had already left and the three ladies had found their way out. Lauren’s heart pounded as she took in Camila’s overall presence. The whole situation felt even more overwhelming as her former bandmate directed her toward a set of chairs to sit down. It was silent between them for quite some time, neither really knowing how to start off.

“I didn’t think you’d show,” Camila breathed out, deciding to speak first.

Lauren pursed her lips, looking down for a second then back up with a small head nod. “I wasn’t,” she answered honestly. “Lucy made me.”

She didn’t miss the small twinge of hurt in Camila’s features but tried her best to brush it all off. “You look nice,” Camila then said.

Lauren sighed, rolling her eyes. “Thank you but I didn’t exactly come to be complimented. I’m here for my explain so I can be on my way back to my perfectly unproblematic life,” she didn’t mean to come off so harsh. It kind of just happened and she did regret it when Camila paused and every feature in her face twisted into one of pain before looking down and clearing her throat.

“Okay,” she croaked. “Where do you want me to start?”

“The beginning. Why you left, why you feel I should pity you in anyway, etc.”

Camila clenched her jaw, “I don’t need your pity Lauren, that’s one,” sighing, she looked down as she attempted to collect her currently scattered thoughts.

“I left because I couldn’t do it anymore,” she started. “It was a decision I had already planned for months before the day I left. I left mainly because of you though,” she kept her eyes down as she felt herself relive those few earlier months. “You weren’t happy with me in the group. I could feel it, the fans could feel it, everyone could. It was like days that I wasn’t there, you shined the most. You seemed the happiest and most carefree. Obviously me being there was taking that away. My intentions weren’t to break the group as a whole, no. I was hoping if things played out well, you guys would continue as a foursome. I didn’t mean to fuck up everyone’s lives, I swear Lauren.”

“I couldn’t do it anymore. Not even just with you, I was taking away everyone else’s happiness. Normani wouldn’t, hell couldn’t even look at me off camera. Ally was always torn on who to side with, at one point she even hated me. I was breaking Dinah’s relationship with everyone in the group because I’d always make her feel obligated to be on my side. I was fucking it all up. I wasn’t happy anymore in it… you guys weren’t happy anymore with me in it. My solo music started to take off, everything was screaming at me to get out. So I did.”

“I didn’t mean for everything to go downhill so fast. I didn’t want you guys to find out the way you found out. But life has a fucked up way of playing out for you-”

“That doesn’t answer shit Camila. So basically you’re new skit is, you left the group for our happiness? My god you are full of so much shit,” Lauren laughed humorlessly as she stood up. “You left because you’re a selfish self absorbed idiotic fucking cunt who cared more about fame than the actual fucking gr-”

“I left because I was in love with you! Okay, I fucking left because I was in love with you Lauren!”

Everything went silent, Lauren stopped, Camila stopped, the girls who were eavesdropping behind the curtain even stopped. The atmosphere suddenly felt thick and heart to breathe in. Lauren sat back down and stared at Camila in disbelief.

Camila gulped harshly as the tears started to come, “I couldn’t take it anymore Lauren. I couldn’t. I couldn’t take knowing every fucking day you hated me, our friendship would never ever be the same. I could handle you not feeling the same, I could handle keeping it a secret forever. But I couldn’t handle knowing you hated me so fucking much. I couldn’t handle it. When you came out, and I was a complete bitch to you about it, it was like everything got worse. Your hate for me grew, everything was just a mess. Imagine… being head over heels in love with someone who hates you more than life itself but you have to work with them every fucking day. Imagine it.”

“I wasn’t fucking happy. I was sad, everyday, every night. My life was just sadness. And I hated that, because I loved what we did so fucking much. I loved making music with my best friends. I loved the fans. I loved everyone and everything. So basically feeling trapped and miserable was the worst thing ever for me. I’m sorry Lauren, I’m sorry for everything. I’m sorry for not being there when you needed me as a friend, I’m sorry for putting a stupid solo career before our friendship, I’m sorry for putting anyone and everyone before you. My intentions were never to hurt you. You’ve always been one of my closest friends and to watch you grow such an intense amount of hate for me killed me. I wanted out, I needed out.”

She finished with a face full of tears and a shocked and frozen Lauren just staring back at her. Neither women knew what to say as the tension got thicker and thicker.

All Camila could think about was how she possibly fucked things up the most in this moment and there was no ever going back.

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a/n: wow i actually cried writing this last part. damn. lol, im so sorry i did not edit. im really tired and im about to go out with friends for my birthday but i hope you enjoyed this over due chapter. i love you lots and thanks so much for reading.

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have an amazing night/day/afternoon, etc. wherever you are. make sure to always be kind to yourselves and always love yourselves because if you don’t, i can assure you no one else will. no one can love you better than you can love you. with that being said, i hope you enjoyed this chapter lmao.

ellianna (elli), xxxxxxxxxxxx

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