#zach sobbing on other end

[kamerlort]

funniest sketch i’ve ever done under the cut (tw for drug mention/depiction)

being a pothead means i have to draw all of my favorite characters smoking weed 😔😀 obvs jimmy is the main stoner on the tortuga and always shares his stash with ppl.. especially chris after he’s had a long ass day of dealing with zach awkwardly hitting on him and failing

#wild kratts #chris kratt #tw drugs #tw weed #art #my art #the way i’m def inking this today along w some martin and zach sketches.. #wild kratts hyperfixation giving me the only motivation i’ve had in a year tbh #also sorry for weird thing in the corner i draw on picsart and i forgot to edit it out and now i’m lazy #chris dealing with zach via text saying he’s gonna block his number if he doesn’t stop trying to rizz him up over messages #zach sobbing on other end #also chris kratt if u ever see this i’m so sorry for ruining your wholesome kids show with my bullshit

[jamminvroomvroom]

something in the orange.

ln x fem!reader

in which lando can’t always have what he wants. and neither can you.

i’m so back! missed u xoxo i kinda hate this with a passion but i had to force myself to write something bc i was getting the writers jitters lmao. pls tell me what you think and what you want next! hugs

inspired by: something in the orange by zach bryan (ouch)

songs to set the mood: call out my name by the weeknd, all of evermore actually, leave the door open by the silk sonic

warnings: 18+!! minors, BEGONE!! smut, angst, wee bits of fluff, language, alcohol mentions, inappropriate workplace relationship (reader is an engineer @ mcl), slight age gap (r is older), mutual pining, mutual denial (kinda), unprotected sex (L bozo)

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the first time it happens doesn’t really count.

you’re drunk and lando’s worse. tensions boil over at some after party, neither of you can bare it, and he’s shoving his key card into the slot of his door while he sloppily kisses your neck. you cannot take

any responsibility for your actions that night and disregard it as a write off.

explaining away the morning after, when you fuck him again, sober and begging, is a different story.

oh, well.

it happens again. and again, and again, and again.

different cities set the mood and the danger turns you on. you trade your mclaren administrated work shirt for lingerie, and your inhibitions for good sex.

he’s younger, just a couple of years between you, but he doesn’t show it. he makes you forget it, every single time he rearranges your spread limbs on a mattress. he makes you forget his age, and the fact that careers will be over as soon as another soul finds out what you get up to when the chequered flag falls.

lando makes it easy. a flick of the wrist and a curl of the tongue makes you sob, and he smirks into the crease of your thighs every time. and when it’s over, and you’re both spent under linen sheets, you can’t even regret it. not when he makes you laugh until you cry and keeps you warm as you drift off to sleep on the rare occasions that you let yourself stay.

it can’t continue. it can’t, you tell him and yourself. every morning after is punctuated with promises that this is the end. and every time, you manage without each other until the next race weekend, when he looks at you in that knowing way that makes your thighs clench.

-

lando can’t think straight.

he never can when he slides between your thighs. it feels like home.

you’re somewhere in the middle east, he can’t actually remember where right now, not when he pushes deeper and you clamp down around his cock, so hard that he chokes out a shaky breath.

“how do you feel even better every time?” lando groans, grinding into you nice and slow.

you slur out a moan in response, tipping your head back even further as you do. it gives him the perfect opportunity to burrow into your neck, kiss over your collarbone, rock into you harder.

everything is warm, slick. this whole situation, it’s a well oiled machine now. lando sends a text and you turn up five minutes later. he ushers you into the room and then, clothes leave a trail from the door to the foot of the bed. what was once a place holder, a way to get some after a shitty race, had become something to look forward to, something that made his heart race. the anticipation, the danger of you made him weaker than he ever had been.

at first, he hated the hold you had on him. it didn’t mean that he could end this, though, not when he couldn’t help but stare at you in the garage. not when he was transfixed by the glimpse he’d get of your collarbone under your work blouse, or the stray hairs that fell over your face when you were concentrating on the data screens.

“lando, i need- i need…” you gasp, trailing off as you arch even further into his sweat glistening body.

lando smirks, sliding a hand down your

body, pinching your nipple on the way. he already knows what you need. he finds your clit, teasing over it a couple of times.

you lock eyes, warning him to give you what you want. he just grins, licks his lips and continues faint glides over the bud. it sends shockwaves over your body, and you convulse underneath him. you writhe, and writhe, and whimper and keen as your orgasm washes over you. his eyes snap shut, barrelling into you as the pleasure hits.

then, there’s silence.

he lays on top of you while you both return to planet earth, no sound but pants of breath and a soft hum from you when he finally pulls out. you smile softly when you rise from the bed, swinging your shaky legs over the side to stand.

“you staying?” lando breathes. he’s laying on his front, arms flexed as they cross beneath his head.

“not tonight, lando.” you tilt your head apologetically, voice soft and sweet. he frowns. you ignore it, and search for you underwear.

“come on, stay.” he sounds desperate to his own ears, cringing at the way the words come across, but your filter it out. you’ve become an expert at navigating - and more often than not, ignoring - the emotional strings that he tugs on. the ones that attach to your cold, cold heart.

“can’t. you’re gonna have the team here bright and early. ‘m not risking jon seeing me here when he comes to wake you up.” you explain, jumping into your jeans as you tug them up your legs.

“he won’t care.” lando argues, childlike in his negotiating.

“i care.” you scold. you hear the soft thud of his head hitting the pillows. you know you’ve won this round.

lando’s quiet for a while after that, letting you dress yourself. as you’re searching for the bag that you can’t remember if you brought or not, he springs from the bed, making a beeline for the door. you think he’s being gentlemanly, but quickly realise you’re being foolish. the fucker is blocking your exit.

“lando.” you raise an eyebrow, crossing your arms, unimpressed.

“i know, i know, i’m gonna let you go. i just…” he scratches the back of his neck awkwardly, pondering his next words.

“you just…” you usher him along.

“i’ll let you go if you promise to have dinner with me over the summer.” he smirks.

“are you… have you lost the plot?” your eyes almost bulge out of your head.

he tried this, sometimes, tried to get you to go on a date, or get you to do something alone that didn’t involve engineering or a surface that you could fuck on. you’d naively thought he was past this.

“can we just try?” he gives you a look somewhere between i want you so bad and the infamous lando norris puppy dog eyes. lava heats your cheeks and your belly, and the butterflies come out of hibernation. you couldn’t deny, you wanted to try. but, at what cost?

“text me.” you murmur, gesturing for him to move.

“so, that’s a yes?” lando questions.

“text me, and i’ll think about it.”

he decides that he’s gotten the best possible answer out of you, and finally let’s you make your great escape.

you almost collapse on jelly-like knees the second the door shuts behind you. standing your ground with him was getting too difficult, too tiresome. the boy was hard fucking work, and he always got what he wanted.

you’d often daydreamed about him taking you out, getting dressed up nice to sip wine and eat too expensive food, and eventually getting undressed. you realised, however, that those kinds of thoughts were to be banished, after you got caught up in fantasies during a race and almost had the pit crew put mediums on during a bout of rain.

wanting him was dangerous. it could be career ending, reputation destroying, heartbreaking.

one date wouldn’t hurt, just to satisfy his appetite. he’d probably get bored eventually. you wouldn’t let it get further than one meal, one last night with him, and then it would stop.

one more time. just one.

-

you’re waiting on your sofa for the text that tells you he’s arrived.

your hair is curled, messy. just how he likes it. you’re wearing something short and black. your high heel taps against the floor as you bounce your leg nervously.

he’d texted, just like you’d told him to, and then a date was set. just one dinner, one time only. you were gonna tell him that, too.

it’s a bit of fun, you think. dinner and shag. companionship. it was lonely on the road, and sometimes each other was all you could have. it made sense, you figured, that he had honed in on you. you’d done the same to him.

just when you think he’s late, there’s a knock on your door. you were an expecting an “i’m here” text, not the full package. after all, this date was just a formality, right?

you try not to shake as you make your way to the door. lando looks so good that you almost cave and say, “sure, let’s give this a go, eh?”. he’s wearing a shirt that fits painfully well, clinging nicely to a delectable frame. the buttons he’s left undone provide a gorgeous window to his collarbone and the necklaces that hang from his thick neck.

“you look beautiful.” he compliments, rakes his eyes over your body.

“don’t look so bad yourself.” you try to tease but it comes out flustered. you ignore the way his eyes light up.

“you ready?” he asks, you nod.

your heart flutters when he effortlessly takes your hand in his.

-

the restaurant is in the middle of nowhere, and you’re the only two people dining. maybe it’s because of the ‘closed’ sign that gets placed on the door when you arrive. so, he’s gone all out, you think. you’re shocked at how hard he’s tried to keep this private. maybe this isn’t the formality you think it is, maybe this isn’t his way of feeling better about meaningless sex. maybe it wasn’t as meaningless as you pretended it was.

he had you belly laughing within minutes, laying the charm on thick. wine and conversation flowed effortlessly and you were quickly regretting saying yes to this. you were in danger.

in a moment of silence, you catch his eye from across the table.

“you know, this is a one time thing, right?” you almost whisper. you almost kick yourself, why would you say that now? it doesn’t even phase him.

“that’s what you think.” he grins, devilish and stunning.

“i mean it.” you smirk.

“sure you do, honey.” he says, it sounds a lot like ‘game on’.

-

you stir, eyes slowly fluttering open. orange light washes over you, dancing in the pair of eyes you find staring back at you.

the eyes watching you sleep belong to the same person whose strong arms are wrapped around you, nice and secure.

you croak out a good morning, and he grins at how hoarse you sound. it was all his fault for making you whimper and scream, begging and crying for a release.

the date had gone really well.

“coffee?” lando offers.

“just the one, need to get home.” you bring things back to reality.

two coffees and four orgasms later, you head home.

-

the blurry pictures of you and him leaving the restaurant make you ill.

no one can quite tell it’s you, not yet anyway. twitter is ablaze.

faceless accounts call the blurry woman in the pictures the cruelest of names. you cry for hours, and then you stop for a bit, cry some more. rinse, repeat.

you pull on a jacket, scramble for your car keys. this time, you’ll mean what you say.

-

there’s a knock on the door.

when he opens it, you shuffle inside like you always do, coat hangs on the hook with a scarf to match. silence lingers until you reach the kitchen. the kettle hisses. you didn’t even know that he knew how to use one.

“this has to stop.” you say. emotionless. inside, agony sinks into every emotional cut and scrape. you don’t let him notice.

“i know.” he agrees. he’s seen the pictures, too. “okay.”

the kettle is forgotten, two mugs abandoned; he carries you to bed.

one last time.

-

two fingers loosen you up for him, drawing you steadily over the edge. he doesn’t stop there, no. he slows right down, letting you ride out your high, but only for a second. he speeds up once again, grinding his fingers into you at godspeed, and you feel your eyes dampen with tears.

your entire body glistens with sweat and your release, the overstimulation making your toes curl and your back arch. you wonder if the tears streaming down your face are just a result of the way his fingers are curling so deliciously against your walls, so good that it hurts, or if it’s because you know this will be the last time he gets his hands all over you.

“lando,” you cry, grasping at nothing. he’s got you naked in the middle of his bed, and he’s still fully clothed, kneeling between your spread thighs like a man on a mission.

his motivation is to make you stay, to make you regret the fact that once this is over, you’re choosing not to come back. his need for you, that raging desire that fuels your every encounter, it has only increased tenfold since the night of your date. but lando isn’t stupid, he knows that after those photos were published the brakes were on this… thing. this was his only chance to convince you to keep this going, but he was fighting a losing battle.

“what do you want, honey? you want me?” lando grunts, speeding up even more. you didn’t think that what he was doing was humanly possible, but the stars you saw and the way your body was practically levitating off the bed said otherwise.

“only gonna have me one last time? is that really what you want, baby?” he continues to run his mouth, crooning over you. you call out his name, begging. begging for another release, begging that you could stay here forever. with him.

and then you see white and god, and you convulse until you’re collapsing into the mattress. your vision is blurry from the tears and the haze and the unwavering emotional torment.

you grab at him, languidly pulling him in. it takes all the strength you have left to secure him, your feet shoving his jeans down his hips while your hands rip his t-shirt off. you’re keening, too sensitive and too needy. you’re agonising over his touch, you need him to sink so deeply into you, so that you can feel him when it’s over and you’re far away from what almost feels like home.

his breath shakes and his eyes gloss over when he pushes into you.

“let me stay like this, just for a minute.” he chokes out. you nod rapidly, your eyes squeezing shut. he kisses into the crook of your neck, panting and mumbling sweet, painful words over and over.

your hands run over golden planes of warmth and muscle, memorising every dip and crease of him. he slowly rolls his hips and your belly clenches, veins set alight. one of his hands scoop up up your wrist, and the motion creates a deep grind unlike anything you’ve ever felt. your wrists are pinned above your head and lando hovers over you so that he stays level, continuing that slow grind, hips hitting yours hard and slow.

he draws a low whine from the back of your throat, one that makes his hips stutter and your pussy clamp down on him as a pleasurable result. you can feel fingerprints forming around the tender skin of your wrists and you want him to dig in harder, slip into your veins and become a permanent part of you.

lando’s eyes are greyer than you’ve ever seen them, boring into your own. you don’t think you ever break eye contact, staring deep into his soul as he stretches every possible part of you. he doesn’t want this to end, you can’t pretend that you do, either.

he changes his angle slightly, long strokes replacing the short drags, but he keeps hitting deep. something possesses you to lean in, as much as you can given his hold on you, and you capture his lips in a kiss that takes him aback for a second. he melts into it, though, and then you’re chest to chest. tongues meet, and moans meld, your legs snake around him like vines.

“need you to come for me, honey. one last time, yeah? need you to feel good for me, baby.” lando mumbles into your mouth, wet and hushed. it’s overwhelming, and everything goes blank. all you are aware of is the burst of pleasure, his hold on your limp wrists, and two grey green eyes that are begging you to stay.

-

you get dressed quickly, whisper goodbye, and disappear out the door. something stops you, and you need clarity, for him more than for yourself.

you peek round the door, finding his unwavering gaze. your forehead creases, awkward anguish. the way you’re looking at him, deep and sympathetic, it makes you ache. this may well have to be the last time you look at him this intently. it stings.

“it’s better this way, you know?” you murmur.

lando nods, begrudgingly, yet obediently in defeat.

and then, once more, you’re gone and the latch on the door clicks somewhere far away in his apartment. he sinks into the bed, drowning in bed sheets and agony. his head thuds against the pillow and he stares out the window. the orange sunset makes his eyes burn. there’s something about the colour that makes him nauseous now that you’re gone.

-

a few days later, you’re in a meeting that you can’t focus on. he’s sat opposite you, not that you spare him a glance. it’s too painful.

you’ve been here for hours, your body becoming one with the office chair that you’re sinking deeper and deeper into.

yes, the car needs to be faster. yes, your heart hurts. yes, we need to up the strategy game.

you zone out, for the umpteenth time, losing yourself in the dark orange sky. it’s getting late. you crave sleep in your lonely bed. while you stare at the swirls and hues of warmth, you shiver.

lando, on the other hand, hasn’t heard a word said since he sat down. not when his eyes instantly find bruised wrists on the other side of the table. they match the bruises on his heart, the ones that you’d left behind when you’d grabbed it, stolen it from its solitude cage.

he watches you watch the sunset, and then the meeting is dismissed and everyone rushes home for dinner.

“who was that you took for dinner, then, noz?” one of the mechanics jeers at lando as you’re leaving the boardroom. those damned fucking photos would never let you sleep well again.

you’re a couple of steps ahead of them, ears perked up. you’re nauseous.

“no one you know.” lando laughs uncomfortably, waving it off. he sounds exhausted.

you fight with the revolving door and rush to your car. you scream as soon as the door slams and you’re in the drivers seat. you thrash against the steering wheel, and then you scream again.

when you compose yourself, and pull out of your parking space, you notice lando’s range rover ahead of you. when you get to the end of the drive, he will turn left, towards london, and you will turn right.

the devil on your shoulder murders the angel in cold blood, silencing the only voice of reason you had left.

when you reach the junction, you turn left, too.

-

yikes. anyways lmao

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[samandcolbyownme]

Summary: Reader accepts Zach's invitation about coming onto the podcast, despite going through a hard time. 

Warnings: there won't be smut in this (I can always do a part 2), but there will sexual innuendos and other things that make it feel like it belongs in this book, kinda sad beginning, swearing, joking around, reader is good friends with Zach and Jared, reader feeling sad/down, long distance relationship? possible angst? 

I will be using some actual dialogue from their videos, but most of it will be from me. 

Word count: 6.3k | not edited

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It's been a few weeks since you and Sam sat down and had a long discussion about your relationship. 

You both agreed that it was best you "cut things off'' until things start to settle down - but you both didn't know when that was going to happen. 

No matter how hard you tried, your schedules were always packed. You were flying to one state on the other side of the county. 

Sam was flying to the opposite. 

It didn't really make sense, because things really didn't change romantically, you still said I love you. You still FaceTimed when you could. 

It's just, everything was always over the phone. 

Through texts, phone calls, pictures. 

You haven't seen each other since the night Sam left with Colby to do their overseas haunted tour thing that they've been planning for months. 

That was three weeks ago, and it's killing you - both. 

You both agreed that you need to give both of your lives all you got, and that's where it made sense. Putting your careers first, getting ahead so you have time to plan out the future together. 

You hated it. Absolutely despised it, but you truly believed that if your love was real, and you truly believed it was.. 

It will always contain the habit of coming back. 

You hugged Sam tight, not wanting to let him go. His arms stayed around you, chin rested on your head as he basked in the last moments you had together before he had to fly to Romania. 

Then to Spain. 

Then Ireland. 

It was going to be non stop. 

"Hey." Sam whispers, "I love you." You sniffle, mumbling into his chest, "I love you." He slides an arm over your shoulder, tilting your tear soaked face up to look at him. 

He smiles slightly, biting his lip to hold back his own tears, "I don't care how complicated things gets. I still want you." 

You nod, "Always your girl." 

He kisses your forehead, "Always my girl." 

You can tell he nods, meaning Colby has signaled him, and you let out a sigh, "Let me know when you land." 

"You know I'll update you any chance I get." He pulls you into a hug, squeezing tight, "I love you. I love you so much." 

You try your hardest not to cry, but you can't help it and sob into his chest, "I love you." 

He cups your cheek, kissing you deeply before leaning back, "I don't want to, but I gotta go."

"Go." You smile, "But don't have too much fun." You laugh slightly before it quickly turns into crying again and you fight it, "I'm sorry." 

He shakes his head, "Never be sorry." He kisses you one last time, "Wait for me." 

You nod, turning around to see Colby standing behind you, "Safe travels." You reach up, wrapping your arms around Colby's neck and he hugs you tight, "It'll be okay." 

You nod, leaning back, "I know." You wipe your face, watching as Sam and Colby walk towards the gate. 

Sam smiles slightly, giving you one last wave before he walks through. 

Once he's out of your sight, you cover your face, absolutely breaking down and you didn't care that it was in the middle of the airport. 

Your friend walks up, wrapping her arms around you, "You guys are inevitable." 

"I have to go in like ten minutes, we're getting ready to head to our next place." Sam says from the other end of the phone. 

You pout totally forgetting about the time difference, "Okay." 

"Hey " Sam tilts his head, "Don't do that." 

"I'm not doing anything. I've mastered waiting until we hang up." You laugh and he sighs, "Girl. You're going to kill me." 

"If I was going to do that, I would have done it before you left." 

You've been coping with jokes and humor. You were still absolutely dying inside with not being able to lay with him. Kiss him. Hug him. 

It was still eating away at you, but, as said, you've just mastered it with humor. 

"Part of me wishes you did." Sam mumbles with a laugh, "This is hell." 

You sigh quietly, sitting up as you rest your chin in the palm of your hand, "I know." You smile as you think about what your friend said, "But just remember that we're inevitable." 

"Damn right." Sam smiles and you hear Colby yell at him, "Alright, enough with the phone sex. The car's here." 

You laugh as you watch Sam's mouth drop and he pans his phone over his fully clothed in layers body, "Does it look like I have my d-" 

"I don't need to know what nasty shit you guys are in to." Colby laughs and you sigh, "Alright. I love you." 

You see the phone get ripped out of Sam's hand and Colby's face appears suuuper close to the camera, "I love you, too." 

You shake your head, laughing, "oh my god." 

Sam gets his phone back and he smiles, "Talk later?" 

You nod, "You know it. Be safe. Good luck!" 

Sam smiles, "Yes ma'am." He salutes you, "Alright, I love you." You smile, "I love you." 

The call ends and you feel that sudden rush of, once gated, emotions hit you all at once. You fall into the bed, specifically on Sam's side and take a deep shaky breath, "Fuck." 

You lay a pillow over your face and lay there for a second, taking yourself down from crying. 

Your phone dings and you hesitate for a second before you toss the pillow next to you and search for your phone. 

A laugh leaves your lips as you see a message from your friend, Zach Justice, Hey sweet cheeks. Come on the podcast. 

You click on it, typing out, oh now you want me to come on? 

You take a screenshot and send it to Sam. You stare up at the ceiling as you wait for a response from either one, trying to convince yourself that what you're going through, is going to benefit your future with Sam. 

Together. 

You bring your phone up, rolling your eyes at Zach's response, Not so much me, but the people in the comments. Your name is infesting every video I post. 

Infesting? That's a.. weird way of putting it lol. I'll see if I can squeeze you in to fit in my busy, busy schedule. 

Your friendship with Zach has always been playful banter, ever since you met, but he's always there for you. 

You haven't said anything to him, or Jared, about your current situation with Sam, but you know that just going on the podcast would definitely help you get through this easier. 

You bring your phone back up and laugh as what Zach had to say, So kind of you to consider hanging out with me. 

You laugh, I know, I can be sooo nice. I'll come if you buy me a plane ticket. 

And pick me up from the airport, with donuts. 

You see the message change from delivered to read and his face pops up on your screen. You take a deep breath and hit answer, "You couldn't have just texted me?" 

"Donuts you say? You must be really going through it." 

You laugh, "You have no idea." 

"Does this have anything to do with Sam?" He raises his brows when you don't answer him and he hums, "Thought so." 

"We're.. together but we're not together? If that makes any kind of sense. I don't know. We both agreed that our schedules are too much for us to be labeled as a couple right now, so we just, agreed to put more focus on the business of our lives?" You shake your head, "I'm just.. feeling a lot." 

"Yeah, you're totally coming on the podcast." He laughs, "I'll get your plane ticket." You can tell he's focused on something else and you laugh, "I was joking. I can get my-"

"Done." 

"Zach." You laugh, "I don't even know when I'm free." 

"Well, you better be free next Thursday." He smiles, giving you a wink, "See you then." 

"Don't.. wink at me. That's weird." 

"Ugh" he groans dramatically, "Sorry." He smiles, "See you next Thursday, I'll send you the deats." He winks and hangs up before you can yell at him again. 

You see a message from Sam and your attention shifts as you read what he says, You should definitely do it, babe. I think it would be good for you. 

You tap the screen, Zach really didn't give me a choice. He bought my plan ticket for me already so now I have to move stuff around, but I agree. 

Your eyes move up to the time, groaning lowly as you realize just how late it is. You remembered you have a meeting for a brand deal within the next four hours, so you reach over, turning off your lights so you can try and get at least a little bit of sleep. 

Why'd he have to get such an early flight, you think as you zip your suitcase closed. You lift it off the bed and set it upright on the floor before replacing the spot on the bed with your body. 

The last two days, Sam and Colby have been camping in a place they don't have service, so you haven't talked to him. 

Your phone dings and you lift in hopes that it's Sam, but it's Zach, On your way to the airport? 

You laugh quietly, You act like you're exited to see me or something, but soon. Waiting on my friend to get here to take me. 

Your friend texts you, letting you know that she's there and you get a move on, pulling the handle from your case and wheeling it behind you as you walk out to the living room. 

She comes in, "You ready?" 

You look over at her, "Yeah I just have to grab my headphones, they've been charging." She nods, "You doing okay?" 

You shrug, "I mean, yeah. For the most part." You laugh slightly, "As good as I can be." 

"Where did he say they were camping again?" She crosses her arms and you look at her, "Some.. demonic forest? I have no idea. If I don't hear from him by tomorrow I'm sending a search and rescue team." 

She laughs, "No I don't blame you." She walks over, grabbing the handle of your bag as you stuff your headphones into your carry on, "I know how Zach is, and he's a jokester.. are you going to be alright?" 

You nod, "I talked to Zach about everything last week, I told him that joking is my way to cope, so I gave him the green light." 

"I can't wait for this to come out. I just know it's going to be better than the others." She laughs and you nod, "Oh you know it." 

.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.

Walking into the airport was almost like you were reliving that day with Sam all over again. Luckily, you had to go to a different gate in a different part of the building, which really made it a lot easier in the long run. 

"Well. I'll see ya in a day or two." You lean in, hugging your friend, "Thank you." 

She squeezes you, "Don't need to thank me. Have a good flight." 

You nod, "I'll try. I'll text you when I land." 

You turn, walking up to the lady to hand her your ticket. She smiles, "Hi, y/n. I have to tell you, my daughter is a huge fan of yours." 

"Awe." You smile, "You'll have to tell her I said thank you.

The lady nods, "I will." She smiles, "Safe travels, y/n." 

You smile and walk in, turning back to wave to your friend before boarding the plane. 

You sit down in your seat, checking your phone to see if Sam texted - but no message. You sigh, unfolding your headphones and slipping them over your ears. 

You've been on enough planes to know the routine. 

After pressing play for your music to play, you send a quick text to Zach, letting him know that you boarded and should be there in about two to three hours. 

Your flight feels longer than it should be. It felt like time was dragging by as slow as it could possibly go. 

But once you land and are able to exit, you practically bolt to the baggage claim. 

I got my bags, where are you? 

You look around, waiting to either see Zach or hear back from him. 

Moments later, he texts, Standing in front of the Starbucks. Someone didn't send me their gate number so I figured I'd treat myself to cheer myself up. 

You laugh, grabbing your bag as you type with your thumb, you're ridiculous, did you at least get me one? 

Zach replies, No why would I do that? 

You roll your eyes and walk to the Starbucks, smiling as you see him holding two coffees, "You did in fact do that." 

He turns, smiling as he opens his arms to hug you, "Yeah yeah, don't ruin it."

You step back, taking the coffee he hands you, "Ready?" He nods, "right this way, sweet cheeks." 

"You just going to keep coming up with new nicknames each time you talk to me?" You laugh and he stares at you, "Um, yeah. That's what I've been doing? Right?" 

You roll your eyes, "What are you going to do when you run out of nicknames? Recycle the old ones." 

He laughs, "Boy are you funny. Listen here." He stops pointing to his head and you tilt your head as you watch him tap his temple, "This baby can go for miles. Don't ever underestimate me." 

You hold your hand up in defense, "Message received, sweet cheeks." 

He gives you a look, trying not to laugh and he sighs, "Not cool." He laughs, turning to lead you to his car. 

The ride to the house was filled with small talk, mainly catching up and what not since it's been over a year since you've seen him last. 

Once there, you're greeted by Jared and Alyssa with hugs. 

"How was the flight?" Jared asks and you shrug with a laugh, "Long."

"Did you do your hair recently? It's so pretty." Alyssa plays with a stand and you nod, "Yeah I went after a meeting last week. I figured I needed a change or something." 

"You know, I think I seen it on Instagram." She laughs and Zach rolls his eyes, "girl talk, yuck. I'm not doing this." He walks over to sit down and puts his headphones on. 

He motions to the empty chair, "Are we doing this?" 

"I still don't have a choice do I?" You laugh and Zach sighs, "Now you're finally getting it."

You set your stuff down, walking over to sit on the red seat. You put your headphones on and look around as Jared and Alyssa get settled in. 

"We good?" Zach asks and looks at everyone, and you all nod. 

"What's up guys. Welcome to one ninety six of Dropouts." Zach starts in a loud, cheery sing songy tone, "Were here with the guest you've all been waiting for..." 

Jared gives Zach a drum roll and Zach looks at you, "Miss Y/n y/l/n." 

"Hi everybody." You smile, "Just to let everyone know, Zach didn't give me a choice to do this, so everyone should go flood his comments-" 

"No, cut that out. We're cutting that out." Zach tries not to laugh, "Listen. It only took how long for you to finally get here?" 

"She's a very busy girl, Zach." Jared laughs, "Speaking of.. Did I, or did I not, see that you're going to be on the next cover of vogue?" 

"You guys heard about that?" You smile and look at Alyssa and she claps for you, "Powerful woman." 

You smile and look at Zach, "Jealous?" 

Zach raises his brows, "That I'm not a woman? Please. I don't need anymore problems." He takes a deep breath, "Anyway. Besides that, I want to ask you a very serious question." 

You time your head, "That could be anything.." 

Zach fights back a smirk, "You seen, two or three episodes back that we had.. Sam, and Colby on here, right." 

Jared laughs, "Zach, where are you going with this?" 

"No where. Well. I mean." He laughs, "Somewhere, but just, wait. We aren't there yet." 

"Clearly." You and Alyssa say at the same time and you both laugh. 

Zach points between the two of you, "See. This is why I don't like having them both here, they like tag team me and not in the way any man would want to happen, ya feel me?" 

You roll your eyes, "Sam and Colby, your question." You laugh when he looks at you and he smirks, "You and Sam.. getting down and dirty yeah?" 

You laugh, "If you want to put it that way, I mean. Yeah, but not like.. recently." 

"Why's that?" Zach rubs his chin with his fingers and you shrug, "in the words of Jared, she's a very busy girl, Zach." 

"Mm, okay." He raises his brows and shakes his head, "Now another question I have for you.. and don't get mad at me for asking this, because if I'm correct, they confirmed this when they were here." 

You raise your brows, knowing exactly where this is going, "Mhm." 

"Did Sam leave the states to be with Colby officially because, now, this is what I was told, you threatened to turn Colby into a spirit himself?" Zach leans back and you stare at him for a few second before laughing, "Oh my god." 

"That's.." Jared laughs, "Who did you hear that from?" 

Zach makes a face, "Oh so now you're going to sit there and pretend like that isn't what you told me last night?" 

"Whoa, okay. No. Y/n. I didn't-" Jared laughs and Zach cuts in, "Oh, see. He can't deny it. His face is as red as the seats and he's starting to smell because he's so full of it." 

"What the fuck." Jared rolls his eyes and you sigh, leaning in towards the mic, "For the record, I have never threatened to turn Colby into a spirit." 

"But you aren't denying that they're married?" Zach tilts his head, pointing his finger at you, "But even then, you'd have to ward off Colby because I'm sure his spirit will just attach to Sam." 

"No that's little girl spirits." Jared laughs, emphasizing again, "Spirits. We've been over this with them. Please don't take that the wrong way." 

"Anyway." Zach shakes his head, "When's the last time you talked to either one of them?" 

You sigh, "Oh gosh. This will be day three, but I've already said, if I don't hear from him by the end of today I'm sending in a search and rescue team for their asses." 

"Oh gosh, that just.. wow." Zach sighs, "Can I just.. that just brought up something very serious and I need to say it, like right now." 

"Or what you'll explode?" Alyssa asks causing you and Jared to laugh. Zach looks over at her, "Can you just shut up for two seconds, I have something important I need to say." 

Alyssa raises her hands, fighting back her laughter. 

Zach looks at you and he takes a deep breath, "Now this.. might be hard for you to hear, as well for everyone else watching and, or listening.. but.." he looks into the camera, "If you wanna see me go retrieve Sam and Colby from." He pauses and looks at you, "Where are they right now?" 

You fight back laughter, "Camping in some demonic forest." 

He picks right back up, "Camping in a demonic forest, subscribe to the Patreon, you can see all of that plus stuff that's already happened." 

"You're.. insufferable." Jared shakes his head as he looks down and Zach just shrugs, "People like them. And if they know that I'm willing to help them, they'll like me, too. Okay. Moving on."

"So you literally got in today? Like your flight." Zach asks and you just stare at him. He cracks a smile, "What?"

"You're literally the one who picked her up from the airport, Zach." Jared laughs and you gasp, "Oh, and he brought me donuts like I said to last week and a coffee at the airport while he was waiting for me." 

"Hey hey hey." Zach says quickly, "Don't be telling everyone lies. You know I spit in your coffee before I gave it to you." 

"That's atrocious, Dude. What the fuck." Jared closes his eyes and shakes his head. You stare at Zach, "No you didn't." Zach shrugs, "The world may never know." 

"I don't know if I believe him, because I can totally see him doing that, just like to fuck with someone close to him." You laugh, "Oh god, I drank all of that, too. Did you really do that?" 

Zach sighs, nodding his head as he speaks, "No, I didn't." 

"See!" You point to him laughing, "You're a child."

Zach laughs, "Yeah and you're the queen of England." He pretends like he's using a gavel, "Case closed. So. Back to Sam and Colby.. Since you're so close with them, like have you gone on any investigations with them?"  

"I used to. Like right before my channel took off, I would go with them maybe twice a month?" You answer and Zach nods, "Is that why your channel blew up?" 

You can tell he's asking something that does relate to being touched or spoken to by a ghost, "Are you-" 

"Yes." Zach cuts you off and you laugh, "No. I didn't sell my soul. I'm pretty sure it's still there, I mean I don't know how to check but." 

Zach reaches over and feels your wrist, "Still there." 

"Zach." Jared bursts out laughing, "that's her pulse man, not her soul." 

Zach shrugs, "You never know. She may have turned into some sort of succubus demon thing that doesn't have a pulse but she has one. She's good." 

You roll your eyes and you can feel your phone vibrating in the pocket of your sweatpants, "I'm getting a call." 

"That the devil calling, he wants to return your souls." Zach says and you laugh, "That was good." You pull your phone out, not even hiding your happiness when you see Sam's name, "It's Sam." 

You push your one headphone off your ear and bring your phone up, "hey!" 

"We just got to service, are you okay?" Sam asks and you keep smiling, "Yeah I'm actually doing the podcast right now."

"Oh fuck, right now? I'm sorry." Sam says and you shake your head, "No, you're fine, how was it?" 

You look over at Zach and he wiggles his fingers, "Put him on speaker." You hold up one finger and continue to listen to Sam speak, "I'll have to FaceTime you later and show you. It was pretty nuts." 

"Oh god, yeah I'm sure. Zach wants me to put you on speaker so I'm going to do that here in a second." You take the phone away and tap the button, "Okay." 

"Is y/n a succubus?" Zach asks straight away, obviously catching Sam off guard, "What.. the fuck?" He laughs, "Is she a what?" 

"A demon. I mean I checked her pulse and she has one so I think we're good, but I figured I'd check in with the main ghost hunter because you'd know her better than any of us." 

"What kind of things are you talking about on the podcast?" Sam laughs and Zach sighs, "I guess you'll just have to wait and see when the video comes out." 

"Um.. okay." Sam laughs and you take him off speaker, "You're off speaker, now." 

"Yeah so give it to her good, Sammy my boy." Zach yells and you roll your eyes as Sam laughs, "There's something wrong with him." 

"Oh I know. But according to him, his brain can go for miles." 

"Y/n. What did I say about telling my secrets." Zach shakes his head and you shrug, "Sorry, that must have been the devil taking over." 

Zach raises his eyebrows, "Clearly." He nods, "Ask Sam if he got my text, since they now have service and what not." 

You relay the message and Sam takes a second to check, "Oh yeah, I got it." 

You nod to Zach, "Yeah, he got it." Zach nods, fighting back a smirk, "Cool, cool." 

"Why are you acting like that?" Jared asks and Zach tilts his head, "What do you mean?" Jared looks from him to you, "You're being.. more weird than usual." 

"I have my meter for weirdness and it sits right here." Zach holds his hand up, "and I haven't gone above that level since... Mm. Let say. Tuesday?"

"What's going on?" Sam asks and you laugh, "Oh Zach and Jared are arguing. Normal stuff, you know." 

Sam laughs, "Oh yeah. Typical." You hear him sigh and you know what's about to happen so you cut him off before he can say anything, "Talk later?" 

"You know it. I love you." Sam says and you smile, looking down, "I love you." 

The call ends and you look up, "Alright." 

"Alright, now we can get on with other things." Zach claps his hands together, "Are we still going out after this?" 

You raise your brows, "Out?"

Zach furrows his brows and looks from Jared to Alyssa, "Is your guy's stuff acting up?" He motions to his headphones and they both shake their heads no.

"Mines good, why is yours?" Jared asks and Zach shakes his head, "No, I'm just trying to make sure that y/n can hear me alright because out is exactly what I said." 

You roll your eyes, "Oh my god. Shut the fuck up." 

"I didn't know if you could hear me okay or not, was just double checking, jeeze. No need to be so aggressive." Zach tries not to laugh and you shake your head, knowing that no matter how much you try and talk yourself out of it, you'll still be going out. 

So you just sit back and accept your fate. 

.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.

Almost two hours later, the podcast comes to a close and you set your headphones down on the bench, "Is it just me, or did that podcast feel like it went longer than normal?" 

You look between Zach, Jared, and Alyssa. 

"I don't think it felt any different." Jared shakes his head and shrugs. Alyssa nods, "I think it went over just a little bit, but not much." 

You nod and Zach stands up, "That jet lag must be really doing a number on you." 

You shrug, "I don't know, but are we at least getting dinner because I haven't eaten since this morning."

"You are such a cry baby. Let's go." Zach laughs as he walks away and you scoff, following him out the door. 

You all pile into the car and start driving to the restaurant, "So where was Tara?" You ask leaning forward, "I texted her but I haven't gotten any answer from her." 

"She's like, really sick." Zach says, "I called her this morning and it sounded like she swallowed her phone." 

"Oh god, if she sounds that bad then she's probably sleeping it off." You lean back, looking down at your phone, "So what did you and Sam talk about?" 

You look up at Zach and he looks back at you in the rear view, "When did your name change to Nelly because you're awfully nosey." 

You laugh, "Fine then don't tell me. I'm sure he'll tell me anyway." 

"Yeah, he probably will." Zach turns into the parking lot and you roll your eyes, accepting that reverse psychology doesn't work on him. 

As you get out, you check your phone. You let out a sigh and slip it into your pocket before closing the door. 

"I don't know much about the situation.." Alyssa says as she walks over to you, ".. but I know that you and Sam are major endgame if you ask me." 

You smile, "Thanks. I just.. we talked about putting pause on our relationship and it's just so hard because the only thing that really changed was us making time for each other. I mean, it didn't really happen much lately anyway, but the fact that we just cut it all out in one shot.." you sigh, "I hate it." 

She nods, "I'm sure it's rough, but you both have great careers, and I promise that it'll work out in the end. It might not seem like it now, but it will." 

"Thank you." You take a deep breath, "I actually needed that." 

She smiles and rubs your back, "Come on, Zach is probably in there bitching." 

You laugh and roll your eyes, "Probably." 

You walk into the restaurant, making your way to the table that Jared and Zach are sitting at and Zach looks up, "So they didn't get kidnapped." 

"You can't get rid of us that easily." You laugh as you sit down, "So what's good here?" You look over at Alyssa and she explains some of her favorite dishes. 

Throughout dinner, you caught yourself checking your phone and your sadness grew each time you seen zero notifications from Sam. 

At this point, you wanted to go to a hotel and just sleep off your day. 

But that wasn't happening. 

"Why do you look more miserable than normal?" Zach asks and you look up at him, laughing slightly, "I'm just.. getting really tired." 

Wasn't a full lie. 

"Uh huh. Well you better wake up, because where we're going next will get your mind off, being tired." He tilts his head and you roll your eyes, "I hate that you know me." 

"You secretly love it. Now come on." He stands up, along with you and everyone else and you make your way out to the car. 

You're quiet for the most part, except for when they force you to join in on conversation. 

"When did you hear about Vogue?" Alyssa asks and you can't help but smirk, "I found out a few days ago. I kind of just waited, kept it to myself. It really didn't hit until Jared asked me about it." 

"So wait, the post that they made with your picture titled the next face of vogue didn't make it set in?" Jared asks and you shrug, "honestly, no." 

You laugh and sigh, "How much longer?" 

"We're here." Zach replies and you nod, looking out the window at the building, "So is this like a bar scene? I'm not dressed for that." You joke and Alyssa laughs, "You look fine, trust me. Your sweats were the way to go." 

"I am super comfortable." You laugh as you get out, not even bothering to check your phone. 

You follow them in, handing the bouncer your ID, letting him check it before making your way in. 

The music is loud and it's filled with a few faces that you've met before, not anyone you're really willing to sit down and have a conversation with, though. 

You walk up to the bar, ordering your drink as Alyssa does the same. 

"So don't.." she laughs, "Don't tell Zach I told you this, I mean, he'd kill me if he knew you knew this.." she pauses and you nod, smiling, "secret is safe with me." 

She leans in, "Zach is actually worried about you. He's afraid that you're working yourself too much and now he's worried that this whole Sam situation will break you." 

You're actually kind of surprised, but at the same time, you're not, "I kind of thought that when he called me that night instead of just texting me.. but I'm actually really happy to hear that from someone who's close to him each day." 

You take your drink, laying down your money, "keep the change." 

Alyssa does the same and looks to you, "Just let him think that he's doing something you don't know about. I don't want him firing me." 

"I won't let that happen." You laugh, "Thank you." 

She nods and you walk back towards Zach and Jared. Right as you walk up, Zach stands up and walks way, phone pressed to his ear and he doesn't say a word. 

You furrow your brows and point to him, "What was that all about?" 

Jared sighs, "Last minute cancellation for the podcast. He's not taking it good." 

"Oh gosh, who was it?" You sit down and Jared looks to Alyssa before he leans in, "Don't say anything, but it was the triplets." 

"Chris, Nick, and Matt?" You raise your brows, "Why'd they cancel?" 

Jared shrugs, "No idea, that's what Zach is trying to figure out." You pout, "oh gosh, I have Chris' number. I can text him and see-" 

"Alright. We're good to go." Zach comes back and sits down. You look over at him, "So the triplets are coming on? They're not canceling?" 

He looks between Jared and Alyssa before tilting his head, "You're not supposed to know.. so just.." he lowers his hand in reference to you lowering your voice and you nod, "Ahh." You lower your voice, "Gotcha." 

You sip your drink and pull your phone from your pocket as you feel it vibrate, "Oh. It's Tara." 

"What did she say?" Zach says and you read over her text, "Sorry I couldn't make it to the podcast. I was super sick this morning. I just now woke up, but I'm feeling a lot better, are you still in town? Would love to meet up with you before you leave again." 

"What's the name of this place? I'm going to text her where I'm at." You look up and Jared tells you the name before you shoot her back a text. 

"She said she'll be here in an hour." You put your phone back in your pocket and look down at your empty glass, "I'll be right back." 

You get up, walking up to the bar to get another drink.

"Are you okay?" Zach asks and you look over at him, "Yeah? Why wouldn't I be?" He shrugs, "I'm just.. asking. Jeeze. Can't a guy just ask a girl if she's okay?" 

You fight back a smirk, knowing that he really cares, "Yes, Zach. I'm fine, and you.. and Alyssa and Jared have all helped me get through the day without crying." 

"Good, because I really don't think I could handle you crying.." Zach laughs slightly, "Tara said she'll be here in an hour?" 

You nod, "Yeah, she has to get ready first, I guess." 

He nods, "Of course she does." 

.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.

"Mm." You set your glass down, "Tara's here." 

"She is?" Jared asks shocked and you look at him funny, "That's what I just said, isn't it?" 

Jared tilts his head, "You've been around Zach for too long." He laughs and stands up, "I'll go get her." 

"No I will. I haven't seen her in so long." You stand up, but the three follow you out anyway. You glance behind you, laughing slightly as you shake your head. 

You make your way to the door and look around, "Where is she?" 

You get a text from Tara, Patio, sorry I saw someone else I haven't seen in a while. 

You look at Zach, "She's on the patio." 

"To the patio we go." He points, leading you down the side of the building. You round the corner, seeing Tara standing there with a huge smile, "Ahh!" She yells as she runs towards you, "I've missed you!" 

"Hey!" You yell and hug her, "I've missed you!" You lean back, "You look so good!" 

"Same for you miss cover of vogue!" She pushes your shoulder, "How fucking amazing is that?!" 

You nod, "Pretty amazing." 

You feel a hand on your shoulder and you think it's just Zach pulling you away to pick on Tara, but when you turn, your heart falls into your stomach, "No fu-fucking way." 

Sam is standing there, a huge smile on his face, "I couldn't go without seeing you anymore." He pulls you in for a hug, face buried into your neck and the tears you've been holding in all damn day are finally let loose. 

"Hey. Hey, hey." He lays a hand on your head, shushing you quietly, "It's okay." He turns his head, pressing a kiss to your cheek, "I'm here." 

You're glued to him. You want to let go so you can lean back and look at him but your body just wants to hold him. 

"I'm taking time off. I'm traveling with you. I want to be with you." Sam whispers and you lean your head back, just enough to look at him, "Really?" 

He nods, "Really. You're more important than anything in the world. We're making this work. I'm going to make it work." 

.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.

The end feels kind of rushed, and I promised you guys this yesterday, but I've been battling a migraine attack non stop for the last four days, so I just wanted to get something out. 

A part 2 (with smut) is definitely in the brain for this, you know when I can get it to stop working against me. 

But as always, let me know how you liked it. Thanks for reading. I love you all! 🖤

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐂𝐋𝐔𝐁

in which kent needs some backup in babysitting, and y/n becomes his knight in shining armor.

warnings; babysitting, kids, date nights, two of the gaudreau kids do not actually exist (exist simply for the plot), ohio state / michigan rivalry, kent is a big softie

Kent Johnson really thought he could do it.

When Johnny had called and asked him to babysit that day, he really thought he could manage, so he said yes. Nick had babysat the three kids, all under the age of five, once before, and he said they were absolute angels. If Nick approved of it, how bad could it be?

Bad.

An hour in, Noa was cuddled into his chest, sobbing because Luca had hit her after they argued over a toy. Before Kent had the chance to scold him, he had run over and attempted to climb on top of the refrigerator. Oliver had grabbed a ton of clothes from his dresser and left a trail of them throughout the house.

It was total and utter chaos. He couldn't call Johnny or Meredith. They were on a date, and Kent could hear the desperation in Johnny’s voice when he called. So he did the next best thing he could think of.

After Noa had calmed down, Kent had managed to pull himself out of her grip. Next, he grabbed Oliver and placed him down next to his sister. Finally, he made his way over to the fridge and grabbed Luca from behind, placing him on one of the stools at the kitchen counter.

Before they left, Meredith had explained that if Kent needed backup, your number was on the counter. He pulled out his phone and began dialing the 10 digits. He had heard that you had met a few of the guys last season, back when he was still with the Michigan Wolverines. As he patiently waited for you to pick up, his green eyes scanned the kids carefully. Oliver and Noa were now at it, and Luca was repeatedly banging his head on the counter.

Finally, he was met with, "Hello?"

You were the kids usual babysitter, except for in the summer when Johnny was mainly off and you were home on summer break. Due to the fact that you had just moved back to campus to start the new school year at Ohio State, Meredith had called you to see if you were available to watch the kids. Unfortunately, you had to work, but the Gaudreaus' completely understood and went to look for someone else.

You had just gotten off of work and were walking back to your dorm when your phone began ringing. You groaned, not even bothering to check the number, and picked up, "Hello?"

You were met with an anxious voice, which sounded oddly familiar to you, "Uh, hi. I, uh... Luca, stop, you're going to hurt yourself! Sorry, I'm babysitting for Johnny and Meredith and I sorta, uh... need some help."

You chuckled to yourself. The boy sounded somewhat panicked and you knew the kids well enough to know that they were trying to break him, to see if he was worthy of being a future babysitter for them.

"I'll be there soon, give me 15 minutes. In the meantime, ask them what they want for dinner. When I get there, we'll order it," you replied, smiling to yourself.

You could faintly hear a sigh of relief before the boy spoke again, his voice growing fainter by the second as you assumed that he had dropped the phone, "Oliver, underwear does not function as a hat."

Hanging up, you allowed yourself to laugh once again before heading to your dorm to get changed into more comfortable clothes. After quickly leaving a note for your roommate, you hopped in your car and began driving the route to the Gaudreaus' home.

Luckily for you, the Gaudreaus’ house wasn’t too far from campus, so the drive wasn’t terrible. As you were driving, however, you couldn’t help but think that the boy's voice sounded oddly familiar. You simply couldn’t place your finger on who it would be, though. You had met some of Johnny’s teammates at the beginning of the season, but the voice on the other end of the phone didn’t sound like Jack Roslovic, Sean Kuraly, Boone Jenner, Zach Werenski, or Elvis Merzļikins, so you were unaware of who it could be. As some soft music played through the old speakers of your beaten up car, however, you didn’t let it bother you too much.

Within 15 minutes, you arrived at the familiar home of Johnny and Meredith. Hopping out of your car, you could see the living room light on inside of the house, and you took in the sight of a fairly new Honda CRV in the driveway, covered in a Blue Jackets bumper sticker and a University of Michigan bumper sticker. You cringed at the sight of the latter, and laughed a little bit to yourself as you looked down at the Ohio State Buckeyes hoodie you were wearing before making your way to the front door. You laid down a few solid knocks on the black painted door as you waited patiently to be let inside.

Within seconds, the door swung open to reveal a a tall blond boy, his hair disheveled and his sage green eyes wide with both panic and relief. The poor boy had three kids hanging on to some part of his body, the two boys wrapped around each one of his legs, with Noa managing to wrap her arms around his neck as she hung down his back, and you recognized him as Kent Johnson, “Thank God you’re here,” he whispered out softly, gaining a chuckle and a small smile from you, before he composed himself just enough to introduce himself to you, “I’m Kent. Thank you for doing this.”

“Y/N,” you laughed, reaching out to shake Kent’s hand before drawing back after realizing he was using them both to support little Noa from falling, “can I come inside?”

“Oh my god, of course,” he apologized, doing his best to move out of the doorframe with Luca and Oliver attached to his legs. You watched in amusement as Oliver was gently dragged across the floor just enough so that you could step inside of the house. As you did, you almost immediately noticed the pile of toys and clothes scattered across the living room carpet. The kids had gotten Kent good. Luckily for you (and Kent), you had handled this situation many times, and immediately sprung into action as you shut the door behind you.

“Who left the pile of toys out, and who was messing with the clothes?” you asked Kent, who looked at you with his beautiful green eyes. He explained that Luca had made the mess of toys and Oliver was playing with the clothes. As the boys had heard their names, they both had finally noticed your presence, shouting your name with their excited voices and untangling themselves from both of Kent’s legs before running up to you.

“Hi boys,” you greeted them kindly, watching as Noa grinned at you but continued to stay comfortably in her place on Kent’s back, “Do you guys want to play a fun game for me?”

This peaked the not only the boys’ attention, but Kent’s attention as well. Luca and Oliver both nodded at you as Kent watched you with curiosity. You smiled at the blond as you wrapped one arm around both the young boys in front of you, focusing your attention back on them, “Okay then, this is what’s going to happen. You boys have to pay close attention to the directions in order to play, alright?” you paused as you waited for a response from the boys. When both of them nodded their heads, you continued, “Kent’s going to grab two buckets from the other room, and when he gets back, we’re gonna see who can put all of the toys and clothes away the fastest. The winner gets to pick the movie after dinner, okay?”

Luca and Oliver both nodded excitedly as you watched Kent disappear from the room, reappearing 30 seconds later with two bins. You told Luca to go by the toy pile and Oliver to go by the pile of clothes as you placed the two containers in front of each of them. Sitting down on the couch with Kent and Noa next to you, you and Kent each pulled out your phone to time the boys. Kent was in charge of timing Luca and you were in charge of timing Oliver. You had assigned the responsibility of telling the boys when to go to Noa, who wanted to be involved somehow. As soon as she had yelled, “3…2…1… go!” you and Kent had started the timers and the boys were off.

As the boys moved as hurriedly as a three year old and two year old could, you turned your head to Kent, “What did they say they wanted for dinner?” you asked, moving to wrap an arm around Noa as the young girl cuddled into your side.

“The boys were very enthusiastic about pizza,” Kent replied, and you nodded. This was a common occurrence. You also knew that Noa wasn’t as enthusiastic about pizza and would prefer some other meal. Turning to her side, you told her that you and Kent were going to order pizza for dinner and asked her what she wanted instead.

“Could I get ‘ghetti?” she asked, and you nodded, knowing that she meant spaghetti. She thanked you quietly as you heard Kent yell out, “done!” and you looked up to see that Luca had finished putting his toys away. He cheered happily as Oliver finished putting the clothes away shortly afterwards, and you and Kent both clapped happily to reward the both of them.

“Good job, boys!” you spoke, getting up from the couch to give each of them a high five. Kent followed shortly behind and you grabbed both the bins, instructing Kent to put Just Dance on the TV as you carried the toys and clothes into the boys’ bedroom. You could faintly hear Kent asking the kids which song they wanted, all of them unanimously deciding on Rasputin, before you made your way back into the kitchen.

You sat down on a barstool at the Gaudreaus’ kitchen counter, opening your laptop that Meredith had graciously gifted to you for your 19th birthday in order to order some dinner. Kent sat down next to you, remote still in hand, and you smiled at him, “I’m about to order dinner. Do you want to look at the menu to see if anything sounds good?” you asked, sliding the laptop over to him as he nodded.

“Thank you,” he smiled gratefully and began to look at the menu. You couldn’t help but admire him as he scrolled through, his radiant green eyes focused hard on the menu in front of him. You tried not to stare, but a wisp of his blond hair fell over his eyes, and as he moved his hand to brush it behind his ear, you couldn’t help but notice that he needed a haircut. He was already attractive, but maybe that could make him more attractive.

You quickly looked away as Kent spoke up about some cheese ravioli and parmesan garlic breadsticks, pretending to focus on the three kids dancing in the living room. Luckily for you, he didn’t seem to notice as he slid the laptop over to you and smiled at you, allowing you to order a large half-cheese, half-pepperoni pizza, Kent’s cheese ravioli and garlic parmesan bites, your buffalo wings, and of course, Noa’s spaghetti. When you were done ordering, you softly spoke about the food being here in 25 minutes, but we’re cut off by Noa, “Y/N?” she asked sweetly, and you closed your laptop to look up at her.

“Yes, sweet girl?” you answered, your eyes meeting her own.

“When I done eating my food, can I paint you nails?” she asked, her voice soft, and you laughed a little bit.

“Yes. While your brothers pick out the movie, you can paint my nails.” you replied, but she wasn’t done.

“Yay! Y/N?”

“Yes, Noa?” you asked curiously, waiting for her next question.

“Can I paint Kenny’s, too?” you smiled at the adorable toddler in front of you, looking over at Kent. His eyes went wide for a little bit before you whispered that you had nail polish remover in the bathroom, and he physically relaxed before telling her that she could paint his nails too. Noa was satisfied with that answer as she returned to playing Just Dance with her brothers.

You couldn’t help but laugh as Kent turned to you, relief still evident in his eyes about you storing some nail polish in the bathroom. He thanked you kindly and as you acknowledged his words of gratitude, you asked him a simple question, “She likes you, you know?”

Kent smiled at your words, “I’m glad to hear that. I was a bit worried earlier when she originally avoided me like the plague.”

You let out a soft chuckle at Kent’s words, “She does that when she thinks a boy’s cute. Take it as a compliment.”

“I will,” he laughed, his nose scrunching slightly as he did so. Turning to meet your gaze, Kent turned the conversation over from himself to you, wanting to get to know you a little better, “How’d you get into babysitting for Johnny?” he asked curiously, running a hand through his dirty blond hair.

“My parents are good friends with Meredith’s, so we’ve known each other since I was born. She used to babysit me, actually,” you responded, finding it a bit funny and pretty interesting to see how everything had come full circle.

“That’s cool,” Kent complimented, continuing shortly after, “so are you from Columbus?”

“No,” you replied, watching carefully as Luca and Oliver attempted a particularly difficult move to the beat of the song they were currently dancing to. As you realized they were okay, you turned back to Kent, “I grew up in Cincinnati, but I’m a full time student at Ohio State, so when Johnny came here from Calgary, Meredith reached out to me.”

Kent nodded in acknowledgment, and opened his mouth to speak again, but you cut him off, “Enough about me. Where are you from?”

“I’m from a town in British Columbia called Port Moody,” he answered, “It’s about half-an-hour outside of Vancouver.”

“How’d you end up in Columbus?” you asked again, folding your arms across the counter.

“The Blue Jackets drafted me 5th overall while I was playing at Michigan—”

“And you lost me there,” you teased, shutting down his conversation as soon as he mentioned what college he had attended. You knew he had some ties to that team up north when you caught sight of his bumper sticker, so you knew it would eventually come up in conversation, but you decided to tease him about it anyway. You got up from your seat and began making your way towards the refrigerator to prepare three cups of milk for the kids, but you had to hide a laugh when Kent looked at you with very blatant confusion spread against his face.

“What?” he asked, internally panicking and wondering if he did something wrong. Truth is, Kent had thought that you were extremely beautiful and a very sweet girl, and he wanted to get to know you. Getting to know you wouldn’t be easy if he had done something to offend you, however.

“I don’t affiliate myself with Wolverines,” you commented, and Kent suddenly knew that it wasn’t that serious.

He smirked at you, “Well, you better get used to it, because you’re gonna be stuck with one for the next few hours.”

As you carried the three sippy cups of milk to the table, you knew that you had the last laugh, “You know, I could always leave. Last time I checked, Johnny and Meredith asked you to babysit, not me.”

A small smirk made its way across your face as you watched Kent’s eyes widen with panic, remembering the rough times he had experienced with the three kids before calling you over, “Fine. You win.”

“That’s what I thought,” you smiled teasingly, handing him a couple forks and knives as the doorbell rang. He rolled his eyes playfully and set the silverware down on the table before making his way to the front door to grab the food, leaving you with the job of wrangling the three toddlers. Noa obeyed your commands pretty easily, making her way over to the table, but you had to pick up both of the boys and place them into their high chairs as Kent passed out all of the food. You made sure that Noa got her spaghetti as you instructed Kent to cut up two pieces of pepperoni pizza for Luca and one piece of cheese for Oliver.

“Y/N,” Kent called you as he placed the plates of pizza in front of the boys, “Do you need anything to drink while I’m up?”

You smiled gratefully at the boy’s kind offer, “A glass of water would be great, Kent. Thank you so much.”

He nodded and shortly after, a glass of water was placed down in front of your wings. Kent then sat down and began to dig into his cheese ravioli. For the most part, dinner went pretty smoothly. There were a couple moments where you and Kent had to intervene in order to stop Luca and Oliver from throwing their food at each other, and Noa was constantly asking Kent what color he wanted his nails to be, but it went well overall. Soon enough, everyone was done eating and Luca, being the winner of the little competition held earlier, was eager to go and pick out a movie.

“Alright bud, give Kent and me one moment, okay? We’ll clear the dishes and then you can go and pick out the movie you want to watch.” you smiled at Luca, and he seem satisfied with that answer. You grabbed the boys’ plates and handed them over to Kent, who had already made his way to the sink in order to wash them. As he did that, you grabbed the plastic containers of empty spaghetti, ravioli, breadsticks, and wings to throw out and wipe the table down.

“Y/N?” Noa asked you, and you turned to look at her.

“Yeah?”

“When can I paint your nails?”

You smiled at her, “You can paint them when Kent takes the boys over to pick out a movie. After you’re done with me, you can paint his while I make some popcorn. Does that sound good?” she nodded, “Alright then.”

Kent seemed to hear the conversation as he moved back over to the table, scooping up both the boys in his arms to bring them over to the TV. You laughed as both Luca and Oliver squealed excitedly, rolling your eyes playfully at the little grin plastered across Kent’s face. Your smile grew as little Noa tugged gently on your arm, wordlessly asking you to sit down so she could paint your nails. You immediately obeyed, your eyes radiant as you watched her open her container housing the nail polish. When she asked you what color you wanted, you told her navy blue in honor of her dads (and Kenny’s, as she called him) team.

Soon enough, your nails were (messily) done. Despite that, you grinned as you gave her words of praise, telling her what a good job she had done. After thanking you, she ran over to Kent and her brothers, gently yet excitedly tugging on Kent’s arm. He smiled at her, telling her that he’d be over at the table in just a couple minutes, and she made her way back. A few minutes later, as Kent walked over, he let you know that Luca had decided to watch “Brother Bear” before making his way to Noa, who grinned happily at his appearance. You nodded and placed the popcorn in the microwave, politely asking the boys to go change into their pajamas so you could all settle on the couch and watch the movie as soon as possible. They didn’t give you any trouble as they ran off to their shared bedroom.

10 minutes later, Noa excitedly ran over to you, her hand around Kent’s arm as she dragged him over to the living room, “Look, Y/N, you and Kenny match!”

You looked at her confused as Kent put out his free hand so you could get a good look at his nails. As you did, you realized that he had asked Noa for the same color nail polish you had, and the both of you now had navy blue nails. You smiled first at Kent and then at Noa, “We do match, don’t we? That’s awesome, Noa! Now, you wanna do me a favor?”

She nodded. You smiled at her again, “You wanna go change into your pajamas so we can start the movie?” she nodded her head again, racing off to her room.

As all three kids were in their bedrooms, you and Kent were left alone. The two of you made some conversation as you took the popcorn out of the microwave, placing it into four different containers, but it was nothing too serious. Kent placed the DVD into the DVD player and gathered some blankets for the five of you, and soon enough, the kids were out of their rooms, ready to watch the movie. You brought over the four containers of popcorn, handing one to Kent for you and him to share, and one to each kid as you all settled onto the couch. Noa was settled into Kent’s side as Luca settled into yours, and Oliver settled between the two of you. As soon as everyone was ready, Kent hit play on the movie.

Within 20 minutes, Luca and Oliver were both fast asleep, and within 45, Noa had joined them. Slowly and carefully, Kent had taken Noa to her room and placed her in her bed as you first took Oliver, and then Luca. You made sure the boys were still fast asleep before gently shutting the door to their room and meeting Kent back out in the living room. The remote was in his hand and as you placed yourself next to him on the couch, he asked you, “So what do you wanna watch?”

Turning to meet his gaze, you crossed your arms, “What’s wrong with Brother Bear?” you interrogated him, and his eyes widened a little bit.

“Nothing’s wrong with Brother Bear—” he panicked, but you cut him off before he had the chance to work himself up too much.

“I’m kidding, Johnson. Put it on whatever you want.”

He nodded, but was now too scared to change it from Brother Bear. You laughed slightly as you noticed, but didn’t pay too much attention to it. Instead, you turned to him as his gaze focused back on the movie, “Can I ask you a question?”

He looked over at you quickly, propping his head up on his elbow, “Depends how personal.”

You mirrored his actions as you peered into his shining green eyes, nodding slightly as you did so, “Johnny told me you gave up number 13 for him when he came to Columbus. How come?”

Kent shrugged nonchalantly, “He was my idol growing up, the one player I looked up to. I modeled my own game after his and knew that as soon as I found out he was coming to play for the Jackets, that I was giving him that number.”

You smiled softly at him as he answered you, “Well, he hasn’t stopped talking about you since last August. I hope you know that he looks up to you just as much as you look up to him. You’re a good guy, Kent.”

He smiled gratefully at you, thanking you wordlessly, but soon followed up with a question of his own, “That reminds me. Before I was rudely interrupted earlier, I had a question for you.”

“Shoot, Johnson.”

“Do you ever come to any of our games?”

“Sometimes,” you replied, “whenever Meredith brings the kids, I’m usually there. Unless the game is on a Thursday, because my classes run late that day.”

He acknowledged your reply, following up with another question shortly after, “How come I’ve never seen you before? One would think that I’d remember a girl as beautiful as you.”

You blushed at his compliment, laughing shortly after, “By the time we get down to the locker room after the game, the kids are exhausted and only want Johnny, so him and Meredith are able to tackle everything pretty easily. So, Meredith lets me go after the game ends.”

Before Kent had the chance to ask his next question, he was interrupted by the door to the garage opening. Johnny walked in, Meredith on his trail as they smiled at Kent. When they noticed you, their eyebrows furrowed in confusion, but they greeted you kindly anyway.

“Kent, thank you so much for doing this for us tonight,” Meredith thanked him, and the boy next to you simply nodded as a way to say “no problem.”

Johnny acknowledged you next, “And Y/N, thank you for helping him out. Is he worthy of being asked again?” Johnny jokes, and you laughed.

“No problem. Work was slow tonight so I was able to get off early. And yes, I’d say he’s worthy. I think sweet Noa even has a little crush on him,” you joked, and Meredith laughed as out of the corner of your eye, you could see Kent blush.

“Well, thanks again, guys. You’re free to go now if you want to head home,” Johnny told both you and Kent, and you both hopped off the couch to say your goodbyes to the couple in front of you.

When you were done, Kent came over to you, “Can I walk you to your car?” he asked sweetly, and you nodded.

“It’s parked right next to yours, but yeah, I’d like that,” you replied as Kent held the front door open for you, closing it after he exited behind you. He nodded nervously as the two of you made the short walk to the driveway, but you didn’t notice how anxious he was. As you reached your car, you thanked him, “Thanks for this. I had a fun time with you tonight.”

He nodded, running a hand anxiously through his dirty blond hair, “Uhhh, Y/N, if it’s possible, could I get your number?”

You smiled softly at how nervous Kent was, but nodded anyway, “You already have it, from when you called me earlier. But it’s there if you want to text or call me.”

“Oh, right,” he chuckled, opening your car door so that you could hop in. You smiled graciously at him as you made your way to the driver’s seat. As you were about to shut the door, Kent spoke up again, “Y/N?”

“Yes, Kent?”

“I, uhhh… well, earlier I was going to ask you if I could swap out the Ohio State sweatshirt you’re wearing for a Michigan sweatshirt, but I already know that that’s not going to happen…”

“Damn right, Johnson.” you interjected.

“So, uhhh…” he continued, making nervous eye contact with you once again, “instead, I was wondering if next time you come to a game, and maybe the next time after that, if you would switch out your Gaudreau jersey for a Johnson jersey?”

You smiled softly at him, falling for his adorable charm. Luckily for Kent, that proposal wasn’t out of proportionality. You already knew that you were going to say yes, but decided to tease him a little bit instead, “I’ll consider it, Johnson.”

He smiled widely at you, seeming satisfied with your answer, “Goodnight, Y/N.”

“Goodnight, Kent,” you replied, watching as he made his way into his gray Honda CRV. Little did you know, he already had Johnny’s contact pulled up, ready to leave him a little message before pulling out of the driveway and heading home.

thanks for asking me to babysit tonight.

#kent johnson #nhl #umich hockey #nhl hockey #nhl x reader #columbus blue jackets #cbj #kent johnson imagines #nhl imagine #nhl imagines #nhl blurb #nhl x you #nhl fic #blue jackets #blue jackets hockey #kent johnson x reader #kent johnson x you #johnny gaudreau #nhl eastern conference #kent is a cutie and i love him with my whole heart

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I can't wait to see how you'll introduce Cy into the waking world, I'm vibrating from anticipation.

I fully expect MC to be waiting on Zach for something so they're taking in their surroundings, notes the odd person or two, notes Cy's there, moves along to look at other things and- hang on a fucking minute was that Cy?!

Then que clutching onto them (romance route, hell friend-only as well considering how much of an escape they've been for mc) trying not to sob. Providing Cy doesn't jump us first lol

You're pretty close to how it actually happens, anon 🤣

The moment Cy manifests in the physical, there will be jumping involved, romance or friends route both.

And the MC would def clutch Zach, romance or friends both!

Tbh, I see the three of them as a unit no matter which routes you choose or not.

Romantic or platonic, either of them or both, these three are sticking together for life.

(Unless you love angst and get a bad ending LOL)

#beyond the mist #btm #zach #cy #interactive fiction #visual novel

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this is us ~ jjk | 19

✨ title: this is us | (sequel to all grown up) ✨ pairing: jungkook x f!reader | ✨ rating: m/18+ | minors dni ✨ genre/au: drama, romance, angst, fluff, smut | est!relationship, age gap, best friend's younger brother ✨ playlist | ✨ if you haven't read the prequel to this, please do so here! :) ✨ a/n: y'all, we're getting closer and closer to the ending of their story :( :( there's one last chapter and an epilogue T_T i'm sorry that it took so long to get this chapter out. i was stuck on it for the longest time bc ya know, i suuuuck at writing seggsy things, but i hope y'all enjoy it anyway. there were a few words left for me to use, so you'll see them in bold (we also have one more line, but we'll save that until the end hehe. iykyk). and as always, please like, reblog, scream (or not) at me, send me asks. i love it all. i hope you're all doing well.

[ SERIES MASTERLIST ] | next ✨ 20 ~ ending credits

chapter nineteen ~ together again | wc: 9.7k warnings: we’re back to fluffy, domestic shit 😭 (finally), they love and miss each other so much, again—lots of talking and conversations (with yoongi, yuna, namjoon), bamie is a big boy and goes on a flight, lots of hugs, kisses, touching (what else is new), our TIU babies are being grown ass adults and sharing their feelings (whutttt—who are they? like the character growth? i’m sobbing), references to jk’s weverse lives, mentions of death, language smut warnings: i am sorry (not sorry) for all the seven references, protected sex (they haven’t been with anyone else since they broke up, but they’re being safe, and to our surprise, it’s kook’s suggestion), jk is a lil dommy, use of lube, dirty talk, oral (f. receiving), fingering (from the front and behind—don’t judge me), titty sucking, kissing, groping, overstimulation (i blame his weverse live), one small convo during seggs, a lil pussy slapping, lil spanks, light light light anal play (don’t judge me—he just puts his thumb on it….), jk wants to savor every moment with oc, but she's needy af

~ Three weeks later ~

The Netflix meeting in LA was a bust, but you wouldn’t let it bring you down. At least Kenji was courteous enough to call you and apologize about his friend. He thought he was doing you a favor but hadn’t realized how slimy Zach was.

The brunch tradition continued with Hyunie, Tae, and Yoongi, but this time, Hyunie didn’t want to host and suggested going out. You didn’t mind at all. It would be nice to get out of the house and get some fresh air.

And as usual, the married couple was running late. You greeted Yoongi, taking a seat beside him. His hair had grown a significant amount since you last saw him. It suited him well, you thought.

“Nice ring,” he said, gawking at the diamond-encrusted jewelry on your fourth finger.

You still needed to get used to it—sometimes, you forgot you had it on. “Oh, thanks,” you mumbled, tucking your hand underneath your thigh. This was the first time you saw Yoongi since leaving for LA, and you were sure he would crack down on what happened.

“I’m guessing you didn’t want to live with the ‘what ifs’ and called lover boy.” He smirked, and a light chuckle left his lips. Honestly, he called it—knew you couldn’t resist, was too lovesick over him just to give up so easily.

“Actually, I didn’t call him. We kind of just—found each other.” And you weren’t lying! You didn’t reach out to him, had no idea you’d bump into him.

Yoongi holds the butter knife upright in his hand, pushing the tip into the blush pink napkin. “Found each other, huh?” he said with disbelief laced in his tone as he looked at you.

You hummed in agreement when your eyes met his. He slowly nodded, not believing a word coming out of your mouth.

“What?” you asked, annoyed at your friend.

He shrugged, putting the butter knife down. “I didn’t say anything.”

You deadpanned. “You didn’t have to. Your face said it all.”

Before your LA trip, you were wavering between what to do and ultimately decided not to call Jungkook. It wasn’t your fault you happened to be at the same hotel at the same time. One might call it destiny.

He wanted to humor you. “Okay—what did my face say then?”

You gawked at him. “That you think I’m dumb for going back to someone who cheated on me.”

“Damn, I’m kind of harsh,” he laughed.

You pursed your lips and nudged his shoulder. “Just be happy for me.”

Yoongi scoffed. “I didn’t say anything, and you’re putting words into my mouth.” You wave him off. “Didn’t I tell you that whatever decision you made would be the right one? You obviously chose one way, and the universe chose another.”

You couldn’t help but dramatically gasp, hand on your chest. “Does Min Yoongi believe in destiny? What’ve you done with the grumpy grandpa persona?”

His upper lip raises in annoyance. “He didn’t go anywhere. He’s still here.” He straightens his blueberry milk grandpa-colored cardigan.

“I can’t wait for you to meet him,” you said, sipping your water. Yoongi doesn’t say anything. He just grunts. “You’ll like him; you will.” He grunts again, finally breaking into a smile.

“I’m happy for you. I’m glad you guys are back together.”

“You are?”

“Yeah, so I can fucking stop hearing about you complain and be all googly eyes for him all the time.”

You playfully shove him. “Shut up. I did not talk about him that much.”

“You shut up, and yes, you did,” Yoongi spat back, cocking his head.

The two of you continued to bicker, nudging and shoving until Kim Taehyung interrupted, “Yah, yah, yah! What are you two fighting about?”

“Nothing!” The two of you said in unison.

If there was one person’s opinion you came to respect within the last year, it was Yoongi’s. You appreciated that he was always willing to listen, even though you sometimes felt he didn’t want to—regardless, he was still a good friend and did it anyway. You loved how straightforward he was and didn’t have many friends who could be gentle, supportive, and direct. You were happy he had unexpectedly come into your life when you needed someone the most.

The remote had become your best friend these last few days. You didn’t want to start a new drama in case it disappointed you, so you opted for your favorite: Start-Up.

Almost a year later, not having watched it. You had forgotten how much it made you kick your feet, giggle, and cry an ocean of tears. Rewatching these episodes just made you fall more in love with Bae Suzy and Nam Joo-hyuk, and maybe you were feeling all mushy gushy because you and Jungkook rekindled your romance.

The tissue you had in hand had become damp when you wiped away your tears again. It was the fifth one, and you were only halfway through the episode when your phone started buzzing.

When you saw ‘boyfie’ light up on the screen, you wiped any mascara that smudged and fixed your hair before answering. You didn’t want him thinking you were crying because of him.

“Hello?”

The screen is fairly dim from Jungkook’s end. All you could hear was him groaning before he croaked out a ‘hi.’

You giggled, checking the time on your phone. “Isn’t it early for you?”

“Too early,” he replied, carding his hand through his fluffy hair to get a better look at you. He moves the phone closer, narrowing his eyes. “Are you crying? Why are you crying?” He shifted into an upright position against the headboard.

“I’m just watching Start-Up. I promise. No one made me cry.” He had a look of relief on his face before he slumped down onto his pillow. “Kook, go back to sleep. I’ll talk to you later.”

Jungkook shook his head and pouted. “I’m fine, baby. I missed you. That’s why I called.” He slumped further down the bed, pulling the duvet underneath his chin. “I’m pretending this blanket is you.” He nuzzled his face into it.

He missed you that much, huh? Well, you missed him and couldn’t wait to be with him again. You didn’t know how people could have long distance relationships, three weeks was really too long for anyone to be apart.

“You’re such a dummy.”

“Your dummy?” he asks with a close-lipped smile.

You hummed. “My dummy.”

Seeing Jungkook so cozy and snuggled up made you want to do the same. You grabbed a throw blanket that was settled into a basket next to the couch. Your attention went back to Jungkook, who looked like he had fallen asleep. You rolled your eyes because you had told him just to sleep.

“Boyfie?”

Jungkook groaned and inhaled a deep breath before popping up with sleepy eyes. “Yeah, baby?”

You weren’t going to lie. Him calling you baby and you calling him boyfie was making your insides all tangled up. “Go to sleep. Dream some good dreams, okay?”

“My dream is right in front of me. I don’t need to dream.”

You shifted your position, leaning back on a throw pillow, legs spread across the couch. “Were you always this cheesy?”

“Only when I’m with you,” he mumbled into the blanket again as he dozed off.

At this point, you were happy you didn’t have anything lined up for you because your new job was making sure this baby star candy didn’t fall asleep with a candle lit or something. But good thing you also had Bamie on your side. He would surely come to the rescue of his owner and their crazy antics.

“Baby,” he grumbled, looking at his screen.

You answer softly, ‘Yeah’, snuggling yourself into the blanket, the little screen of your boyfie in front of you.

“I put in my two weeks' notice at work and told my landlord about breaking my lease.”

He had discussed moving back, and you felt guilty for him having to do so. It would’ve been easier for you to move out there, granted, LA was the place to live if you wanted more writing opportunities, but he insisted he wanted to be near family and friends.

“I feel bad,” you admit.

Jungkook perks up, shifting against his headboard again. “What? Why? Please don’t feel bad. I want to move back.”

“I know, but I feel like I’m taking you away from your life, and then you have to bring Bamie on such a long flight too, then you’ll have to start over—find a new job, a new place.” You could continue listing many things, but you decided to stop overthinking.

“I’m not worried about finding a new job. I’ll probably talk to my old boss and see if they have anything open for me. And in terms of a new place, I could just stay with you.”

You visibly gulped when he said that. “Like move in with me?”

Jungkook pouts, nervously toying with his lip ring. “Do you not want that?” he asked with apprehension in his voice.

“I, um, I mean, don’t you think my place is too small for Bam?” You have had your apartment for the longest time since graduating college. Even when you were with Kenji and U-jin, you were always at their place because it was bigger, but when you were with Jungkook, it always felt like home, just big enough for the two of you, and you didn’t think Bamie would like how small your place was. He was a big pup and deserved something better than your dinky little apartment.

“We could just get a new place together,” Jungkook suggested nonchalantly, like there was no weight to his words.

You squint your eyes. “Jeon Jungkook, is this your subtle way of asking me to move in with you?”

Jungkook chuckled. “I can’t get anything past you, huh? But yes, it makes sense, right?” He had been sitting on the thought since discussing wanting to move back. It wouldn’t make sense to go back and forth between two apartments.

“I mean, yeah, you were practically living here anyway, and I’d want Bamie to have someplace where he could have more space.” Bamie was a big boy, and you wanted him to be comfortable too.

“So,” Jungkook’s smile grew, “We’re moving in together?”

You stared blankly at your boyfie. “You technically didn’t ask me yet.”

He cleared his throat. “Babe, baby, sweetheart, the love of my life. Will you move in with me?”

Love of his life, hmm? You could get used to him saying that. You sighed. “I don’t know. You’re kind of a messy guy,” you teased.

Jungkook scoffed. “Me? Messy? Have you seen my apartment? It’s spotless—”

“Kook! I’m kidding. I know you’re the cleaning and laundry fairy—and yes, I would love to move in with you.” You knew moving in with Jungkook would mean you wouldn’t be allowed to clean or do your own laundry again. But that was a good trade-off, right?

He giggled, slumping from his sitting position onto his side. “I can’t wait. This’ll be so much fun.”

Although Jungkook had slept at your place almost 24/7 when you were together, you wouldn’t be aware of his late-night cooking and karaoke sessions until much later.

You purse your lips and roll your eyes. “I’ll start looking for places today, so everything will be ready by the time you arrive.”

“Perfect.”

Moving in together was a big step, and you didn’t want to overanalyze this choice. If you and Jungkook were still together, you figured at one point or another, the natural progression in a relationship would be to move in. This decision felt good, it felt right.

You were moving the last of your boxes, ensuring everything would go smoothly before Jungkook and Bamie’s arrival. Your phone ringtone goes off; of course, it’s the boyfie.

“Hey,” you answered. “What’s going on? Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, I, um, I couldn’t sleep, so I called.”

You knew he had an early flight returning to Seoul in a few hours and wondered why he was still up. “Too excited, hmm?” you chuckled.

His soft chuckle made it seem like something else was on his mind. “Something like that.”

“I’m kidding, boyfie. Tell me what’s on your mind,” you asked as you sat on the floor against the empty white wall. The apartment seemed spacious with nothing in it but you and a few boxes.

Jungkook sighed. “This is gonna sound stupid.”

“Come on, you can tell me. We talked about being open, right?”

“Um, remember when you were here, and we were talking, and you said you almost let someone you know in a bathroom?”

You didn’t mean to laugh aloud, but you couldn’t help it. “That’s what’s keeping you up? A distant memory of me almost sleeping with some guy?” You shuddered thinking about that moment–boy, you were really unhappy, weren’t you? But you understood where he was coming from, though. You were sure he was just curious.

“Yeah…”

“You’re adorable,” you teased, shaking your head and wanting to kiss him through the phone.

“Shut it,” he grumbled, burying his face into his duvet.

“You’re so cute. I just wanna pinch your cheeks. I’ll be sure to do so when you get here. My cutie patootie wittle bunny is jealous I almost slept with someone,” you giggled. You always knew Jungkook was the jealous type. He wouldn’t even let Namjoon help you with peeling a perilla leaf–what a weirdo.

“Okay—I’m hanging up now,” he said.

“No, no, no. I’m kidding. What about it?” His little spurt of jealousy was too hard not to joke about.

“Um, have you slept with anyone else since we broke up?”

“No,” you answered quickly. Even if you wanted to, your mind and heart was full of Jeon Jungkook and no one else would even be able to take your mind off him. “He was the closest thing to me sleeping with anyone, but other than that, I haven’t slept with anyone. What about you?”

“Oh, no—you were my last,” he says confidently, like it was a flex.

“Oh—” It’s not like you were expecting him to say Alex, but you were expecting him to say Alex. It only made sense since you thought she was a big reason for him leaving. You had convinced yourself he had run back to her.

“What?” he asked, piquing his interest.

“Oh, I don’t know. I just thought—”

“You just thought I would’ve slept with someone?” There were plenty of opportunities at company functions or when he was out with Jimin and Lana, but it just didn’t feel the same for him. He didn’t want a one night stand. He wanted to be in love, have one person consume every single fiber of his being, overtake him, and if none of them were you, then no one could have him.

You didn’t want to name names and Jungkook already mentioned that Alex left the company. “I don’t know. I mean, yeah, have you seen yourself in the mirror?” Obviously, you wanted to jump his bones the moment you saw him in LA, and it was so fucking hard not to tempt him into staying at the hotel with you that night.

He laughed. “Well, I just hope that means I can fuck you when I see you,” he confessed, licking his lips and winking.

“Jeon Jungkook!”

“What? I know you’re thinking the same thing. You’re the one that wanted to tear off my clothes.”

Now you wish you didn’t say anything to him about that. You mumbled something indistinct, not clear enough for him to hear. “Good god—”

“Oh, don’t tell me you haven’t been thinking about my dick in your tight little cunt,” he said in such a confident tone.

You gasped because cocky, bratty Jungkook was back and in full swing. “Okay—goodbye—go to sleep! You have a long day of travel ahead of you!”

Jungkook couldn’t help getting in a few last words. “I can’t wait to put my mouth on your—”

You quickly ended the video call. Your pussy clenched around nothing, just thinking about Jungkook being inside you again, having his lips on your waist, his hands tracing your lines. Fuck. You might just have to break out the vibrator tonight.

Not a moment later, you received a text.

boyfie 11:35 PM you didn’t let me finish…

you 11:35 PM i’ll let you show me when you get here.

you 11:36 PM goodnight! see you soon.

Jungkook gazed at the airport’s glossy marble flooring, staring off into space while holding a bouquet of white and yellow chamomile. His flight landed earlier than expected, and picking up Bam from baggage claim was effortless. He sat in a trance, wanting to pinch himself. Was this real? Was he sitting at Incheon airport waiting for you to pick him up?

He must’ve done something good in his past life, had an angel looking out for him, or after making wishes on shooting stars, his own finally aligned back to you.

How he missed home so much. The familiarity of the city was indelible. No way to remove it from his body–he was made for Seoul.

Bam sat beside Jungkook, waiting patiently, watching people pass them by. He would show excitement whenever Jungkook mentioned your name–his tail wagging, tongue out, and panting. He was just as eager as Jungkook to see you again.

You cursed the car that took your spot even though you had signaled, indicating you were there first, but you wanted to avoid getting into an accident or tussle before picking up Jungkook and Bamie–it was the last thing you wanted.

When you walked through the sliding glass doors and up the escalators, there he was, Jeon Jungkook—the love of your life, the one who made your heart flutter, the one you couldn’t live without. He was here in the flesh, and this wasn’t a dream you’d have to wake up from.

You stood, not moving an inch, wanting to capture this moment. The pair of you had gone through so much to get to where you are, and mistakes were made along the way, but you believed the best was yet to come.

He was sitting, daydreaming like usual, with a bouquet in hand, and when he finally broke out of his daze, he stood, grinning from ear to ear like an idiot in love. Bam stood on all fours looking up at Jungkook, waiting to see if he’d give him the okay to go toward you, but Jungkook never did.

The two of you stood smiling and smitten, enamored, being in this place of a love that was never lost but only put on pause. It was like a scene out of a movie, where the long, lost lovers finally reunite and get their happy ending.

You raced to him, jumping into his arms, making him drop the bouquet. Cupping his face, you placed kisses all over. All the while, Bam barked in excitement at the sight of you.

“Someone’s excited to see me,” he said, tightening his grip around your waist.

“You have no idea.” You leaned down, capturing his lips with yours, pulling him closer, inhaling all of him, wanting to give yourself as an offering, but remembering that you were still in public and it’d have to wait.

Bam whined, looking up with his big doe eyes. Jungkook set you down. You kneeled to him, cupping his cute face. “I didn’t forget about you, Bamie,” you said before he licked your face.

You stood to kiss Jungkook again, wrapping your arms around his neck, not giving two fucks who was around or if anyone was watching. The love of your life was back, and no one could stop you from showing your devotion to him.

“God–I missed you. These last few weeks have been torture.” You’d spend every waking minute thinking about what he was doing, counting down every second until you’d see him again.

Jungkook giggled. “I could get used to this. You telling me how much you love and miss me.” He quite liked the attention and affection.

You suppose you were never the type to show this much adoration in public, but you were ready to stand on top of a building and shout to the entire world how much you loved this man. Be one of those girlfriends who captured every moment of their partner and gushed about them on social media during every made-up romantic holiday.

“I love you,” you whispered, your chin digging into his chest as you looked at him.

He hummed. “I thought I’d never hear that again,” he admitted. Since leaving for LA, he had given up hearing those three words from you.

“You’ll hear it as long as you’ll have me.”

Jungkook pulled back, both hands gently cupping your face, his starry eyes staring into yours. With a soft smile, he uttered, “I want you forever.”

Blindfolds had become a running joke between you, and you couldn’t help but continue the silly tradition. You wanted to surprise Jungkook with the new apartment, and blindfolding him was the only way to keep this secret, right?

Jungkook shuffled down the hallway, his hands out in case he ran into anything, and Bam followed his parents, tilting his head at the curious pair. Bam alarmed Jungkook by barking when he almost ran into the door.

When everyone was through the threshold, you took off his blindfold, ready for him to hopefully love this new place where you’d be creating new memories together.

Jungkook’s jaw dropped, peering around the room—from the floor to the ceiling to the sliding glass door leading to the balcony. He knew you made some good money but not this good.

“How—how did you find this place? It couldn’t have been cheap, baby.” He walked around the living room, picking up a frame that held a photo of you, him, Yuna, and Namjoon at their wedding. It was one of your first photos together as a couple.

“I know someone,” you said, wiggling your eyebrows.

When you mentioned having to look for a new place to the brunch crew, Yoongi swooped in to save the day because he had a friend who was a realtor, and they happened to have a vacant place ready for move-in.

“Are you sure we can afford this place?” he asked.

You chuckled at his hesitancy. “I got a good deal on it. Don’t worry.” Jungkook narrowed his eyes and huffed. “Come on, let me show you around,” you said, holding your hand.

This place was enticing due to the enclosed balcony, nearby restaurants and shopping, plus the orangeade lavender skies at dusk pretty much sealed the deal for you.

You had set up the perfect little area for Bam, ensuring it would feel like home with cozy new toys and his favorite chews. He didn’t even make a fuss and walked straight into his crate, snuggling up in his soft blanket.

“Well, that was easy,” you tease, thinking it’d be harder for him to adjust. But maybe the jet lag took a toll on the big guy.

“I’m gonna shower. Wash the long day off of me,” Jungkook said, leaning over to kiss you on the cheek. You uttered a soft ‘kay,’ letting him go on his way.

While he was singing away in the shower, enjoying the warm steam from the waterfall shower head, you were running around the bedroom to find the perfect outfit for bed. You didn’t know his plans, but you were ready to fuck him—every hour, every minute, every second for the next seven days. Anything was possible with Jeon Jungkook.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, you had finally chosen your outfit. It was minimal and easily discardable. Jungkook opened the bathroom door, ruffling his damp hair with a white towel, beads of water falling onto his honey skin, trailing down the expanse of his broad chest toward that silver piece of jewelry still pierced into his nipple. It took a moment for him to realize you were ogling him.

Your eyes never left his as he walked to you, sitting so prettily on the bed in one of his oversized t-shirts with nothing but lacy panties underneath. Pointing your toes, you swiveled your feet in front of you, pretending to play dumb, your hands leaning back on the bed. “So…”

You feel the softness of the white towel hanging so fucking low on his slutty waist when he knocks into your knees, spreading your legs apart. Your desire grows when you feel the heat radiating off his leg—it pierces straight to your core.

He tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. You closed your eyes, letting out a small breath as you leaned into his touch. His fingers softly grazed your cheek, scanning your features, thinking how beautiful you are. “So—what should we do now?” he asked, lifting your chin so you could focus on him.

Your eyes flutter open, peering through your lashes at this drop-dead gorgeous man. With a small grin, you asked, “Mm, I don’t know. What should we do?” Your hands flew to the towel, tugging it so his waist was more visible. Leaning forward, you pressed your lips to his waist, hoping it would ease his mind, alluding to what you wanted–him.

Jungkook’s hands become entangled in your hair as you gently unravel the towel from his body and trail kisses toward his navel. His heart races, his skin tingling all over his body when your lips lead further to his growing erection.

Just as he thinks you’ll continue, you cease all contact, flashing a smirk as you look at him. “Weren’t you gonna show me what you were gonna put your mouth on?” you teased, licking your lips.

He grinned, leaning down, forcing you to lay on the bed, legs spread as he slotted between them. The warmth from his body radiated as he hovered, his hand gripping your waist and the other propping himself up. He couldn’t wait to explore you again, wondering if you were still ticklish when he kissed your shoulders or if he traced your lines, would your skin create goosebumps from his touch?

“Are you gonna show me or just stare at me all night?”

“Both,” he said, kissing your lips, then your cheek, trailing down the column of your neck. He slid his hand underneath the oversized shirt covering what he wanted, pushing it up to reveal the black lacy panties and your bare chest. You helped him by pulling the shirt over your head, exposing your naked body to his lust-filled eyes. Hands traveling across the expanse of your stomach to your breast, rolling your nipple between his fingers. His tattooed hand kneads the soft mound, eyes never leaving you.

As he advances to the already wet mess between your legs, your body arches into him. You had been thinking about fucking him all day and even felt tempted to pull out your vibrator, but who fucking needs that when you have Jeon Jungkook to get the job done?

His eyes flickered up, and he wasn’t doing much to you, but he had missed hearing your sweet gasps and whimpers.

The anticipation of what he’s gonna do has you spiraling into a deep abyss, and you’d keep falling if he didn’t bring you back. His lips pressed kisses into your thighs, his hands spreading your legs wider to access that pretty pussy he’d missed so much. If he could, he’d spend hours exploring, teasing, and riling you up, but as much as you needed a release, so did he.

Jungkook spent too many sleepless nights thinking about you. How you’d wrap your legs around him, whine and moan as you rode him, his hands guiding you, spanking you, gripping each and every part of you.

“Kook,” you mewled, almost out of breath. He looked up and hummed. “Do you even remember what I like?” you teased him.

He chuckled. “Let me show you how well I remember.” His finger toyed with the lacy fabric, looping through, pulling it higher to see your pussy peeking through it. “Fuck—I can’t wait to taste this pussy again.” He was practically salivating. His cock is so fucking hard he swears he would come if his mouth touched your lips.

He kissed the spot just above your clit, making your body squirm beneath him. Moving your panties to the side, he spread your folds with his fingers. His wet, warm tongue lay flat, licking from your entrance to your clit. Gently, he sucked on the nub, switching between sucking and licking. Repeating this over and over. Every lick, every suck, every kiss dissolves pleasure into your body.

You could feel your arousal mixed with his saliva dripping down your ass and onto your sheets. You may have to change them out seven days a week if he keeps going like this. Your hands raked through his hair, tugging him closer into your pussy, wanting more of him.

Jungkook pulled away, making you groan at the loss. “Turn around, baby.” You do as he asked, flipping onto your stomach. He admires your backside, drooling at your arousal and his saliva glistening between your legs. His hands tug off the lacy panties, tossing them aside with no care in the world. Now your ass was on full display, ready for him to pounce on and devour like the starved man he is.

He crawls onto the bed, gingerly sitting on your legs. His hands knead and massage the soft flesh of your cheeks. He leans down, kissing your shoulders, making you shudder and whimper as he trails more kisses. His hand reaches underneath you to squeeze your breast, his other hand moving toward your entrance. Jungkook inserts his middle finger, causing a soft groan from you.

“You think you can handle one more?” he whispered into your ear, and you hum in agreement. When he inserts another finger, you muffle your moan into the bed. He moves your hair out of the way. “Mm—I need to hear you, baby.”

“Please,” you begged, trying to rut back onto his fingers. “Please, I need more.”

“I don’t remember you being so needy, baby,” Jungkook teased as he lay beside you. He wanted to watch you come undone because of him. His palm makes a sharp sound against your ass as his fingers curl harder and deeper into your pussy. He’s in knuckle deep, and you’re nothing but a moaning, whining mess. You squeezed your eyes tight, mouth slack, small gasps escaping every time his fingers fuck you harder.

Jungkook removes his fingers from your entrance, gliding back and forth along your slit, just teasing you, wanting you to fucking beg. But he wouldn’t be so mean—he just wanted to take his time with you. Letting every single sensation you had not felt in over a year just wash over you, send you into another plane, another dimension. He wanted your vision to fade to black, let this orgasm be earth-shattering, explosive, making you never forget only he could make you feel this way. No other person would ever come between you again. He’d die before he’d let someone else have you. You were his and his only. He wouldn’t make the mistake of not fighting for you again.

He crawled further toward your ass, pushing your cheeks together so he could slot his hefty dick in between. The sensation makes Jungkook release a guttural groan. He had no fucking idea why he was also teasing himself at this point. He needed to feel his cock being squeezed by your tight walls. Needed to feel like he couldn’t live another day without being inside you.

His leaking tip unexpectedly slips, brushing against your entrance as he’s gliding. The two of you whine in unison at the softest touch. You just want to beg and plead, asking him to fuck you already, but knowing him, he’d tease you even more, prolonging what you really wanted. You’d just have to play along and let him do what he wants—you preferred it anyway.

Jungkook’s tattooed hand guides your waist to shift your position onto your back again. He couldn’t not look at you. Wanted to see you writhe, squirm, fall apart. His fingers are like a magnet, going straight to your pussy. Not one, two, but three fingers inside your cunt, stretching you out, getting you ready for him. You almost think you can’t take it anymore. It’s been too long since you’ve felt him inside you.

He hovers over you again, marking your neck, his free hand fondling your tit, thumb circling your pebbled nipple. All your senses go into overload when he envelopes your other nipple, licking and lapping like there’s no tomorrow. He trails kisses down your center, navel, then to your clit, sucking on it. Switching between circling and making figure 8s, all the while finger fucking you. He looks up, and you’re a mess, just like his saliva dripping down his chin and down to your ass. It’s a lewd show of how much he’s missed your pussy, like it was designed specifically for him.

You clench around his fingers, everything becoming too much for you. Your hands are balling up the sheets as he elicits moan after moan. Lifting your hips off the bed, you rut forward into his hungry mouth. “I’m gonna come.”

Jungkook pulls away and smiles. “I know, baby.” He always knows when you’re close. He could never forget.

Your moan grows louder and louder as he intensifies his speed. The fire pooling in your belly is ready to snap. He had been teasing you for too long, and you couldn’t take it anymore. A surge of waves ripple through your body. You’re quivering, knees shaking, closing in on Jungkook’s head, but he just goes deeper, not stopping. Your pussy is pulsing as he continues to overstimulate you.

You gently push him away, and he tries to go back in. “You thought I was done?” You whine and pout, closing your legs, trying to close off access to you. “I’m not done with you yet,” he said, pulling you toward him. “Just one more baby, you can do it.”

You’re still trying to settle yourself from the first orgasm. You don't know if you can handle another, but you don’t deny him. You’ll just be a crumbling mess throughout the rest of the night.

Jungkook pushes your legs up and buries his head between them again. Your body jolts at the first touch of his lips on your swollen clit. He laps between your folds, and you guide his hand toward your hole, to his surprise. You look down, and his doe eyes are wide, silently asking are you sure? You nod and smile—you know he’s wanted to for the longest time. Reaching the bedside table, you open the drawer handing him a bottle of lube.

He looks between your legs; this is everything he’s wanted. He would live here if he could, set up camp, and never leave. He squeezes a small amount onto his fingers, spreading the lube around your hole. Jungkook’s thumb is pressed lightly onto your hole, causing you to mewl. And as much as he’s wanted this and even dreamt too often about it, maybe he just liked the thought of playing with your hole.

“What’s wrong?” you asked when he stopped. You didn’t think you’d enjoy anything related to anal play, but here you were, relishing in the new sensation. It was definitely something you’d want to explore further with him.

“I, uh, you caught me off guard,” he responds.

You chuckled, never thought you could surprise Jeon Jungkook. “You don’t have to put your finger in, but I like having your thumb against it.”

“You do?”

You hummed. “It feels really good. You can just keep doing that. We can try butt stuff another time after we’ve talked about it more.” There was a look of relief on Jungkook’s face. It was good to know you could still find ways to surprise him.

“I’m sorry,” he confessed.

You shake your head. “Don’t be sorry, boyfie. Come on, I thought you said you weren’t done with me.”

Jungkook grinned, lifting your legs over his shoulders. He dives back in, licking a stripe from your entrance to your clit. He kissed your clit, and then like you wanted, he put his thumb on your hole, causing you to gasp, squeezing your eyes shut at the lightest pressure against it. Your heart pounds obscenely in your chest. Your hands card through his hair, becoming entangled, pushing him further into your pussy.

His warm, wet tongue ravishes this delicacy he’s been missing for over a year. His nose nuzzled into your clit as his tongue delved into your entrance. The combination of his mouth, tongue, nose, and thumb is sending shockwaves to the rest of your body. Your legs are shaking, becoming weaker minute by minute as he continues. You’re intoxicated, dizzy by his devotion to making you collapse.

Jungkook groans against your pussy when he feels your walls contracting. You bite back a moan, knowing you’re close to reaching your peak. You set your legs down when he pulls away, inserting two fingers into your pussy. Saliva is running down his chin, but he doesn’t give a fuck. He has a smug smile on his face as he makes eye contact with you. You’re so delectable. He could spend hours just like this.

“You gonna cum for me, baby?” he questions while working his way up to you. He’s still knuckling deep in your cunt, wet sounds filling the room. He hovers, leaning down to kiss you. You can taste and smell yourself on him, which pushes you over the edge.

He places his forehead against yours, eyes still open, watching as your hand travels to stimulate your clit, rubbing it in circles to speed along the process. Second orgasms always took a lot longer for you to reach.

Jungkook nuzzles into your neck, mouth latched onto your neck, licking and sucking subtle marks. It’s to show the rest of the world you’re his. All the while, your pussy is swallowing his fingers. You’re on the brink of losing all dignity, all composure. The fire in your belly finds its release as your walls spasm and contract around his fingers. Your legs are trembling and quaking beneath Jungkook, an overwhelming sensation floods from the top of your head to the tip of your toes. You’re seeing galaxies overtaking your existence as you finish.

As the pleasure subsides, you try to catch your breath. Jesus Christ, you haven’t even had his dick in you yet, and you’re already wiped out.

Looking over, Jungkook is lying beside you, very pleased with himself for making you come twice already. He turns to you, “Condom?”

You shook your head. “Want you raw.”

Jungkook raised his brow. “Baby,” he trailed off. Of course, considering your last scare and health issues, he wanted to feel all of you. He didn’t want to take any risks because the two of you were horny.

He gazed into your eyes. “Condom,” he said firmly. You groaned and pouted, reaching back into the side table drawer for the box of condoms. He couldn’t help but giggle. He had surely missed your eagerness to tempt him otherwise.

You didn’t think you’d find yourself back with Jungkook. You thought destiny had different plans, but everything that happened last year led you back to him. The two of you were different now—more grown up, actually talking and communicating like adults. Telling each other your wants and needs, and you really need him right now.

You’re watching his every move as he rips off the foil, his biceps flexing while rolling the condom on. “Boyfie, what’s taking so long?”

Jungkook smirks, making his way on all four towards you. He props his arms, hovering over you. He can’t believe how beautiful you are, how much he’s missed your touch, your body, the beautiful sounds you make because of him.

He brings his erect cock to your entrance, brushing against your pussy, making you whimper. He slides up and down between your folds, your arousal coating him generously. He watches as your eyes roll back, your mouth slack, soft whines escaping your sweet mouth. He holds his length, slapping it against your sensitive bud.

“Kook, please,” you plead, opening your eyes. You’ve waited long enough.

He places himself in front of your entrance. Your pussy is soaked and slick, ready to go. He gently pushes in the tip, barely scratching your walls, and he pulls out, repeating this torture until you’re squirming, writhing, pulling the sheets. You have to bite your bottom lip to not let out a sob.

Jungkook leaned down. “Wanna hear you beg for it,” he whispered into your ear before biting on your earlobe. His tip is positioned at your sex, ready to penetrate, but not before he has you whining, pleading, imploring for his dick.

You cupped his face, gazing into those starry doe eyes, pulling him down for a kiss. You don’t feel like begging again. Instead, you’d rather make him melt. “I love you, Jeon Jungkook.”

As much as he was so fucking horny at this moment. Those three words would completely destroy him in his most vulnerable state.

“I love you too,” he repeats your words.

He decided enough was enough, and there was nothing else to do but actually fuck you. He watches your face overtaken by pleasure as he pushes in, stretching you inch by inch.

Fuck—you forgot how fucking big he was and how full he made you feel. Jungkook thrusts slowly, looking down as his dick disappears into your soaked cunt. He takes your tit in your mouth again, licking and flicking. Then he props himself onto his knees, shifting you forward, raising your legs to rest on his shoulders so he could penetrate deeper. Your tits shimmy in sync with his thrusts.

Jungkook bites down on his lip. “God, I missed this. Missed you—this pussy—always so fucking tight for me.” He continued rutting into you persistently before he halted.

Your head pops up, your arms propped on the bed. “Is everything okay?” Maybe he hadn’t fucked in so long. You were wearing him out.

He smiled. “Yeah—I just—I’m enjoying this a little too much. I don’t wanna come yet.” He leaned to kiss you.

“Can I be on top?”

He showed off a bunny smile. Low-key, he loves it when you’re on top. “Be my guest.”

He sets your legs down on the bed, and he happily lays against the headboard, his cock softening just a bit. You straddle his legs, hands reaching for his cock, stroking to make him erect. You eased yourself onto him, the stretch filling you up. You began rolling your hips in a fluid motion, slowly and provocatively. You could feel sweat developing behind your knees and on the nape of your neck, but at this point, you didn’t care; you’d fuck him all night if you needed to.

Jungkook props himself up, eyes filled with lust as he watches you riding him. You hold onto his shoulders for leverage, throwing your head back. You continue rolling your hips back and forth, letting every inch of his dick leave your pussy, only to put right back in. He grabs your waist, putting more pressure between you.

“Fuck—that’s good, baby, just like that,” he encouraged as he bit down on his lip, eyes focused on your pussy swallowing his cock. His tattooed hand spanks your ass, the sound reverberating throughout the room and the lewd sounds of hips snapping against each other.

You flashed a smile as your head was lolled back, and he repeated it again. Another hard spank. Your tits are in his full view, and he can’t help but reach for it, pinching the hardened nub. Leaning forward, your lips latch onto his neck, sucking and marking him. His arms wrapped around you as he began to thrust from underneath, his dick almost slipping out from the lust-filled frenzy of his movements.

You’re flush against him, chest to chest, holding onto his shoulders for dear life as he rams hastily from below. Your gasps and moans encourage him to reach for his climax.

God, he fucking wishes he could have you raw, but you guys would have to discuss that at a different time. All he wanted at this moment was to find his sweet release.

His hands are gripped tightly onto the soft flesh of your cheeks, making you stroke his dick back and forth. His teeth are digging into his bottom lips, ready to bleed at this point.

“Come for me, Kook,” you urged.

His cheeks are burning, his heart racing beneath you. The muscles in his abdomen tighten, heat spreading under his skin. With one last thrust, he emptied himself into the condom. His chest is heaving. His breath is shattered as he lets out a whispered, fuck.

The two of you smile like complete idiots when you hold yourself up to look at him. You pull yourself off to lay beside him.

He turns to you. “Wanna go again?”

You playfully smack him across the chest. “Don’t you dare come near me.”

“Aw, come on, one more time for me.”

You shook your head. “I swear to God, Jeon Jungkook—you really will be the death of me.”

The night before felt like a fever dream. Your body aches everywhere, even in places you didn’t know existed. But you loved the familiar weight of Jungkook’s tattooed arm draped over you. You definitely didn’t mind that.

You flip over to see the big sleeping baby. His light snores and whistling are music to your ears. His wavy, disheveled hair asks you to run your hands through it. The little freckles on his cheek are like a constellation guide, waiting for your fingers to trace and place kisses.

You lean in, kissing his nose, and he doesn’t budge. You do it again, this time lightly biting it too. He grumbles, removing his arm to tuck under the pillow.

Shifting closer, you wanted to wake him up. “Boyfie,” you whisper, inching forward. With his eyes closed, he hums. “Are you up?” He doesn’t respond and hums again.

Jungkook opted to sleep shirtless and pantless, sporting only his black CK underwear underneath the sheets. Your thumb grazes the silver jewelry pierced into his nipple. No sign of life. Then your hand travels down further, palming his soft dick.

“Boyfie,” you say again, your palm pressing harder, cupping his growing erection. “I know you’re up.”

“Mm, not awake. Still sleeping,” he mumbles into the pillow, trying to hide his smile. “Keep going, though. I won’t stop you. Please wake me up.”

You chuckled softly. “We have to get up and get ready. We’re hanging out with Yuna and Namjoon today.”

Jungkook finally opened his sleepy eyes. “But I am up,” he joked, alluding to the erection poking you.

“You’re such a boy.”

“And? I wouldn’t mind a little wake-me-up,” he said, drawing you near him.

“Nuh-uh. They’ll be here in a bit, wondering why we aren’t answering the door!”

“So? They can wait.” Jungkook kisses your shoulder, trailing down your arm.

“Nope. Nope. Nope,” you protest, pushing him away, slipping from his grasp, making him pout. “We have forever to keep fucking each other.”

“Forever?” He perked up, but you already closed the door to the bathroom.

Having everyone together again felt right. With Jungkook by your side and your best friend across from you, you couldn’t forget Namjoon. He was always the level-headed one, encouraging you when needed.

You half-expected baby Indie to meet her bestie, Bamie, but Yuna left her with her grandmother. So, it was just the four of you, just like old times.

“So, how’s everything?” Yuna asked as she closed the cabinet door storing plates and bowls.

You cleared your throat. “It’s great. We’re all just getting settled and adjusting to living together.” The two of you hadn’t even had 24 hours together in this new place yet. It was hard to really gauge how you and Jungkook were feeling.

Yuna hums. It’s the same tone you recognize when she has something else to say but doesn’t want to risk hurting your feelings.

You sighed. “It’s so easy to tell when you have something on your mind. Just say it, Yuna.”

She shrugged. “I don’t know what you mean.”

“Fine—keep it to yourself. Let it stew all day until you’re ready to burst. I just hope I’m not there for that,” you stated, taking the bowls from her grasp.

She groaned, quickly looking at the guys on the couch with a beer before turning to face you. “Okay, okay. I’m obviously happy that my brother’s back and that you’re together again…”

“But?”

“I just—I love you, and I love my brother, and I just don’t want to see either of you get hurt again,” she finally confessed.

You hold your arms out for a hug, and she slowly walks into your embrace. You squeeze her before she pulls away. “I know. Jungkook and I talked a lot, and I don’t think we will give up so easily. He’s my person, and I will choose him every day, even when it’s hard and I just want to give up. I love him, Yuna, and I’ll continue choosing him until the day I die.”

Yuna’s lips thinned. She was caught in the middle, and seeing both sides almost tore her apart. There wasn’t much she could do but support the both of you as best as she could.

You hug her again. “Don’t worry so much, babe. We’ll be okay. We’re taking it one day at a time. That’s all we can really do right now.”

“It’s good to have you back, man,” Namjoon says, clinking his beer can against Jungkook’s.

“It’s good to be back. I really missed you guys.” He looks back at you and Yuna, hugging and whispering away.

“You getting all settled in?”

“Yeah, we are.” Jungkook scratches Bam’s ears, and he looks up at him with his big doe eyes.

Namjoon looks at the two of you over his shoulder before leaning toward Jungkook. “So, uh, are you guys doing okay?” Jungkook’s eyebrows stitch together in confusion, and he nods. Namjoon breathes a sigh of relief. “I love you guys, but damn, I felt like I went through this rollercoaster of a relationship too. It was pretty brutal.”

Jungkook laughed, rubbing Namjoon’s shoulder. “Hyung, we made it out alive on the other side. There’s nothing to worry about now.”

“You, uh, still thinking about your ‘future’?” Namjoon asked, alluding to their conversation when he and Yuna had their housewarming party.

He smiled and nodded. The only dream he had was a future with you, and he was ready to spend the rest of his days getting to know you again, experiencing new things with you, finding new ways to love you, surprise you, excite you.

After Yuna and Namjoon leave, you and Jungkook relax on the couch with Bam, discussing the married couple.

“Were they acting weird, or was it just me?” Jungkook asked, hooking his arm around your neck and kissing your temple.

You chuckled. “No, they were definitely acting weird. But I get it, though. They’re just looking out for us.”

Jungkook hums. “Do you have any other skeletons in your closet I should know about?” he asked half-jokingly.

Well, there was one thing you hadn’t told him about—your mom. And you can tell that your silence makes him worried. “Erm,” you pulled away to face him. “Just one.” Jungkook intently listens. “You know all that stuff with my mom that happened when we were dating?”

“Yeah, what about it?”

“Well, we argued, but then I discovered she’s really not my mom. My dad had an affair early on in their marriage, and then my birth mom died, leaving me with my dad.” A weight was lifted off your shoulder when you expressed what you had been carrying for a long time.

Jungkook’s eyes widen, and he gives you a side hug. “What?” He couldn’t believe the words that came out of your mouth. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m okay now,” you said, pulling away and giving him a small smile. You’d be lying if you said it didn’t hurt because a part of it did. You understood that you would never have the kind of relationship with your mother you envisioned. “And, um, do you remember when Yuna was in the hospital, and I asked you to hold me while we were, you know—on a—yeah.”

He hummed. “Don’t remind me,” he lets out a soft chuckle.

“My mom was also in the hospital, and I apologized for my dad cheating on her and that she had to raise me. And I also told her that even though she never saw me as hers, she’ll always be my mom even if she doesn’t want to be a part of my life.”

Jungkook sighed. “Baby, I’m so sorry that you went through that. Why didn’t you tell me any of this?”

You shrugged. “I don’t know. I was going through a lot then, and I was pretty insecure about our relationship, all my health stuff, and mom stuff. It was a lot, and I didn’t know how to tell you.”

He lays on your lap, hugging your waist as he looks up at you. “Promise you won’t keep things from me. No matter how hard it is for you to tell me. Just—let’s just be open with one another, okay?”

You hummed in agreement. “I love you.”

“I love you more.”

“And what about you, huh? Any other psycho ex-girlfriends I should know about?” you said flatly.

Jungkook laughed and shook his head. “No more psycho ex-girlfriends, but there is a psycho ex-boyfriend.” You rolled your eyes, hitting his arm. “Kidding!”

Your first full day with Jungkook and Bam was perfect. You lounged around, unpacked, played with Bam, ate, fucked again, and just like that—nighttime came.

You lay facing Jungkook, finding it difficult to believe he was in front of you. “Pinch me,” you say, and Jungkook pinches your nipple. “Ow–don’t pinch me there,” you scowl, rubbing your pebbled nipple.

“You didn’t tell me where to pinch you,” he retorts.

You rolled your eyes. “Fair–”

“Why do I need to pinch you?”

You tuck your hands underneath your cheek. “Because I don’t want this to be a dream.”

Jungkook flashes a small smile, moving a stray hair out of the way. “You’re not dreaming, baby. I promise.”

“But what if I am? And there’s not a strong enough kick to wake me up? What if my totem never falls, and I really am dreaming all of this?”

He raises an eyebrow. “Are you referring to Inception right now?” He laughs, and you push him away.

“I’m being serious, Jungkook.”

His smile falters, and he’s in serious mode now. He shifts closer, draping his arm over you, holding the small of your back. “I know what you mean. We’ve been through a lot, and if you look at where we’ve been and where we are now, it’s pretty remarkable that we survived through it all. But trust me, baby, this–us–it’s real.”

“I know. I’m sorry. I’m just in my head,” you say, resting your hand on his cheek and kissing his lips. “You’re here. Bamie’s here. I’m here,” you chuckle. What else did you really need?

Jungkook gazes into your eyes, ensuring you’re okay. He snuggles in closer, tucking your head under his chin.

“Boyfie?” He hums. “Where do you see us in five years?”

If there was one thing you really did want, you needed to talk to him about it first.

“Five years is a long time from now.”

“Yeah, I know, but I just want us to be on the same page. I don’t want us heading in different directions, hoping we can read each other’s mind or something,” you admit.

Jungkook chuckles, finding you so fucking cute. He withdraws from the embrace, looking at you. “This is what I want to say: I want to focus on the present and worry about the future later. But you want to hear this: I see us getting married, and maybe Bamie has a friend he can play with.”

He didn’t mention the one thing that you were thinking of. You assumed he was avoiding the elephant in the room. “What about kids?”

He takes a deep breath. “Well, I know we have some difficult circumstances with that, but I’d be okay if we didn’t have any. Why? What are you thinking?”

Ever since you got back from LA, you have been doing a lot of research for fertility treatments, along with speaking to your doctor. And who knows, with the ways technology has advanced these days, there could be a possibility of kids in the future. You understood that the road ahead would be tough, but you knew that with Jungkook by yourself, you could weather through anything.

“I, um, I’ve been thinking about starting fertility treatments. I know it’s not a given, and I don’t want to put too much hope into it because who knows if we can even get pregnant,” you stopped because it sounded ridiculous when spoken aloud. “Ugh—it’s dumb and wishful thinking, isn’t it—”

Jungkook holds a finger to your mouth, shushing you. “Baby, if you want this, then I want it too. I’ll do whatever I can to support you. You’re not alone in this, okay?”

You smile. “Thanks, that means a lot, and I know I’m just overthinking again.”

“We’re doing this together, remember?”

“Together,” you lean over to kiss him. “I’m so happy you’re here.”

“Me too. I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Jungkook had this hold on the thing in your chest, and you wouldn’t wanna settle for anyone less. He really had become your place of comfort, ease, and stillness. It felt so easy to slip back into your old routine. You could do this every hour, every minute, every second, seven days a week. Night after night, you just wanted to love him, right.

next ✨ 20 ~ ending credits

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[soggylampshade-11]

Dead Like Me. Chapter 2.

Hi. I didn't expect this to pop off the way it did, so thank you so much! Here's the second chapter, I hope you like it!

Trigger warnings: mentions of SA, language, body/sex shaming, brief mentioning of s*icide, brief mention of drug use

Chapter 1 Chapter 3

Chapter 2

For a lot of reasons, I waited until class was in session to go to the girls’ locker room. I wanted to wash Zach Hines off me and change out of the shorts he made feel dirty. I was grateful for the first time since I died that I was an athlete. I had at least two other changes of clothes in my gym locker that I grabbed before any police could take it as evidence or whatever they did during investigations. 

I scrubbed my entire body until my skin burned then crouched under the water. I wasn’t going to sit on the nasty floor of the group shower, I knew all the things that touched it. I just needed a second to let out everything I was feeling about what happened. There were so many memories and emotions washing over me that I just had to sob for a minute without the prying eyes of other people. Even if they had good intentions like Charley and Wally. 

After I felt a little better, I turned off the water and put myself back together. I wore leggings and a sports bra with a jacket over it and my sneakers. I wasn’t really sure what I was supposed to do now that I was dead other than wander around the school aimlessly. That was a better plan in theory because wandering aimlessly let me hear all the rumors swirling about me.

“Have you heard about Sabrina Wellington? She let the football team run a line on her then killed herself under the bleachers.”

“Have you heard Sabrina Wellington overdosed under the bleachers last night?”

“Have you heard about that cheerleader who hooked up with Zach Hines then got into an accident because she was drinking and driving?”

The last one didn’t even make sense because they found my body on campus. Regardless, it was hard hearing the rumors about me having sex with anybody. I was a virgin when I died. If things had gone any further with Zach before he killed me, it definitely wouldn’t have been because I wanted it to.

I ended up just putting in my headphones and running on a treadmill in the gym. I found out people couldn’t see me unless they were dead and couldn’t tell if I was using objects around them. I also figured out ghosts couldn’t sweat. That was nice considering I was running at full speed with Rob Zombie blaring so loud in my headphones I couldn’t string together a single thought if I wanted to. 

By the end of the school day, I’d run almost seven miles on the treadmill. I’d listened to Rob Zombie and Slipknot’s entire discography. Headphones were the best way to block out all the bullshit. Unfortunately, they did nothing about seeing Zach Hines walk through the parking lot after class like nothing was wrong. 

I wanted to scream and hit and punch and let him know how I felt. I tried, but he didn’t miss a step and continued going to his truck. I picked up a big rock from the parking lot and launched it through the back glass of his truck, but the glass instantly pieced itself back together. 

“We can’t mess with anything in the real world,” Charley said, coming up to stand beside me. “If you can even hear me right now that is.”

“Huh? Why couldn’t I hear you?” I asked, turning my body to face his. 

“Wally said he tried talking to you earlier when you were running, but you ignored him. Then I saw you wearing those headphones that kids wear now that have no cords on them. You still have them in, so I figured you might not be able to hear me,” he explained with a sheepish shrug. “But I guess that’s not an issue.”

“I’m sorry. I’ve had a horrible first day being dead and wanted to shut my brain off for a while,” I told him, getting my case out of my jacket pocket and sticking my headphones into me. “Sometimes the only way to do that is to blare music so loud it should burst my eardrums.”

“Right, I get that. I miss my discman like crazy,” he agreed. “I picked the wrong day to leave it at home.”

“When did you die?” I asked, realizing how rude that was a beat later. “Shit, sorry, that was insensitive.”

“No, it’s fine. I died of anaphylactic shock in 1994,” he replied, the two of us walking back into the empty school together. 

“Are you and I the youngest ghosts here?” I asked, holding open the door for both of us. “Because I don’t recognize anybody but Wally and that’s because there’s a picture of him outside the boys’ locker room.”

“You’re the first ghost we’ve gotten since I’ve been here,” he agreed, his hands tucked into the pockets of his jacket. “Rhonda was my guide when I got here. Not that she isn’t cool, but I think I’m a lot friendlier than her. Granted, I’m not 6’2 with big puppy dog eyes or anything… but I’m a close second, I think.”

“I’m glad I had you to greet me, you’re a very calming guy,” I praised, watching him smile proudly. “I died because a football player was pissed I wouldn’t hook up with him under the bleachers last night… and you saw my dead body. I feel like we’ve bonded on a whole different level.”

Charley laughed at that, the two of us falling into step together as we walked into the teachers’ lounge. Rhonda and Wally were already there, both greeting us when we entered. I sat on the sofa beside Wally and propped my legs up. 

“I’m sorry I ignored you earlier when I was running out my anger,” I told him, bringing my airpods out of my pocket to show them to him. “I had these in and I was on a mission to outrun my anger. I didn’t do it today, but tomorrow’s a new day... at least I assume I can charge my airpods here.”

“Aipods?” he asked, glancing at the square box in my hand. 

I grinned at that and opened them, handing one to him after I turned them on. “Put it in your ear and trust me.”

He did as I said without hesitation and I put in the other one, playing a Fleetwood Mac song. I figured Korn wasn’t really his jam. I wouldn’t admit to it, but I ended up playing a playlist I made for when I rode around with my dad. I refused to think about how they were probably around the same age, at least they would be if Wally wasn’t dead. 

“What are you thinking about?” he asked a few songs in. 

“My dad,” I answered honestly. “I can’t imagine he’s doing too good without me right now. I’d say my brother’s home from college and with him. I’m just glad he’s not alone.”

My dad and I lived alone in the home he bought with my mother back when they were pretending to be in love. My brother, Oliver, was born when they were nineteen and I was born when they were twenty-one. They were together until I was seven and Oliver was nine.

We woke up one morning and realized we were really late for school. Dad left before daylight, leaving the responsibility of getting us ready and on the bus to mom. We looked around the house for her and found a note stuck to the fridge. 

I can’t do it anymore. Love, mom

My dad always said she was a free spirit who couldn’t be tied down for too long. I thought that was a really nice way of saying she was selfish. I hadn’t spoken to her since I was twelve and she crashed my birthday party at the roller rink. She’d been drunk and decided she should be celebrated for giving birth to me. That night my dad explained to me and Oliver that she’d always had a drinking problem and left because dad told her she had to get help or he was going to take us away. 

“My dad stopped coming to my games years ago, but mom still shows up and screams like I’m running plays,” Wally sighed,  bringing me back to the teachers’ lounge. “His seat’s empty until I sit in it. She doesn’t know I’m there, but it makes me feel better to be with her. Now that I say it out loud, it sounds really stupid.”

“Not stupid,” I disagreed, bringing my legs up onto the sofa to sit cross legged. “Thank you for making it feel kind of okay that I died.”

“It’s not okay, but I don’t want you to feel alone,” he corrected, squeezing my knee comfortingly. “I know what it’s like to feel alone in a room full of people. I don’t want other people to feel like that.”

“I do, too. Cheerleaders aren’t the most emotionally mature people in the world,” I agreed. “When I was fourteen, I went to the hospital because I sucked at eating. When I came back, one of the other girls on the team started a rumor that I got pregnant and went away to get an abortion.”

“There’s not enough money in the world for me to be a teenage girl,” Charley stated, reminding me he and Rhonda were in the room with us.

“Yeah, being a dead gay kid is so much better,” Rhonda remarked, making me snort. 

“Try being a teenage girl who’s bisexual and dead. It’s a real riot,” I remarked, the music changing to a Joan Jett song. “Wow, fitting.”

I was shocked at how comfortable I felt with these people I didn’t know existed until this morning. My entire world was turned upside down in a night, but they made it feel like I could be okay here. At least as okay as you could be when you were spending your after life in high school, I guess. 

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[uncannysam]

Time: The day of Zach's funeral. Content Warnings: mental health tw, depression tw, grief tw

“Tears shed for another person are not a sign of weakness. They are a sign of a pure heart.” ― José N. Harris

Zach didn't look real. He looked...fake. Like every word of "Teenagers" by MCR had come true. That corporate America had gotten ahold of him and turned him into one of them. And as he lay motionless in, at least, a befitting black casket, Sam couldn't take her eyes off of him waiting and hoping that this was all some joke, and in his own twisted sense of humor, spring up and shout "hello" scaring the piss out of Sam and triggering heart attacks in the old people who sat sobbing in the first two rows waiting for the funeral to start. Why won't you just move already?

With a line of people waiting to see him, Sam reluctantly moved on past the multitudes of flowers that smelled straight up like death, and back towards the middle of the rows of chairs set up. Her parents still not there leaving Sam to feel like the outsider all over again. Just like in elementary school, until Zach had come along and insisted that they become friends. But this time, there was no Zach. It was just Sam. The girl who had been there and seen everything the night he died.

She had almost felt guilty sitting there. Like she shouldn't have been allowed to come. After all, she had cowered and watched as creatures that weren't even supposed to be real drained him dry and listened to him moan and cry out until he physically couldn't anymore. But what seemed to make this day even worse had been the stares and whispers of people who knew Zach, more than Sam had realized, as they took her in from her appearance in the local newspaper and pictures that flashed up on tv screens in the other room set to music Zach didn't even like. If he had been here, present at his own funeral, she was almost 100% positive that he would have been complaining as some random, overly emotional song played in the background. But Sam knew that his parents had done the best they could under the circumstances.

"Hey, Sweetheart. How are you holding up?" The voice caused Sam to jump as she looked up to see Zach's mother standing at the end of the row dressed in black, eyes puffy and a tissue in her hand.

"I'm okay." She flashed a smile at his mom, before returning the obligatory "How are you doing?" Since you know, I got your son killed and all. But as Mrs. Harris spoke, Sam had already unintentionally managed to zone out from both guilt and trying to force back the tears that were all but threatening to pop out. And when her parents finally did show and relieve Mrs. Harris from checking on Sam, the young woman let out a soft, inaudible sigh of relief, just as the music started to play ushering people to their seats.

The rest of the service, both in the chapel and graveside, had been a blur. Mostly from Sam living in denial that any of this could actually be real, but also from the resumed fight of not letting the tears come out. Determined to be strong to show that she was holding up just fine, when, in truth, she wasn't. And when she finally parted ways with everyone, opting to skip the free meal of casserole after casserole, Sam headed back to her now empty apartment aside from Scout. An apartment that was eerily quiet without her best friend playing video games or yelling at her to change the song on the record player, because he was too lazy to do it.

And as she unzipped zippers and undid buttons to escape from the grip of her designated funeral clothes, with each piece dropping to the floor, Sam found herself being able to breathe a little easier, until she couldn't shed anymore clothing. But it took everything within her to put on an oversized t-shirt and some shorts, and to find her way to the couch, "Scout. Come here boy."

With the dog now at her side, Sam pulled down a blanket from the back, but with the wisp of air a familiar scent caught Sam off guard along with the glimpse of the t-shirt she had put on, and between the two and having no more strength left in her, tears began pouring fiercely from her eyes. What had now started, wouldn't stop. All Sam could do was lay on the couch and sob harder than she had since the night of the murder, and as she curled in close to Scout and pulled the blanket up near her neck, the woman let out what she was afraid to show earlier in the day finally realizing that Zach wasn't coming home. That it was really just her now and trying to figure out life on her own.

#solo: stop your tears #wickedswriting

[upindreamland]

In My Arms - Zach Herron

Zach Herron x fem!reader (she/her pronouns) oneshot

Summary: Your safe spot has always been in your husband's arms. What happens when just 15 words causes it to crumble down (angst)

Warnings: ANGST (and me not being good at writing it lol) This is way in the future!

AN: I really wanted to try out writing some angst. If you have any feedback please let me know. If you want: like, comment reblog or come talk to me. Anything is appreciated. I hope you enjoy!

Update: There is now a part 2!!! I couldn’t keep it angsty but if you want it to end this way that’s okay!! Check it out if you want.

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Y/N’s POV

“Come on kids. We have to go to the grocery store!” I yell up the stairs to my kids. Normally, I wouldn’t take them with me, but no one was able to watch them today. Also, Zach was out of the state so I had no other option.

“Mommy! Noah won’t give me back my unicorn.” My two year old daughter complained about her older brother.

Sighing, I walk up the stairs and go to her room.

“Noah, you know that’s not nice. Give it back to Grace please. If you don’t, I’m going to have to call dad.” I threaten.

“So if I don’t give it back, does that mean we finally get to talk to him? Mommy we haven’t talked to him in five days. I have been counting.” Noah retorts.

“No Noah. You give your sister back her unicorn and go down to the car.” I try to say without my eyes tearing up.

The truth of that statement makes my stomach turn. It’s even worse that a three year old child was able to figure that out. Zach has been away at a writing session out of state with the rest of the boys. After winning multiple Grammys, the band has been working so hard to produce more amazing music for their fans. During all of that, the calls home started decreasing. A couple of days ago they just stopped. I try to be strong for my kids, but it becomes difficult when you don’t even know what’s going on with your husband. He’s supposed to come home in four weeks, so I guess we will wait and see.

With my two younger kids already in the car, I go and check on the two oldest.

*after going to the grocery store*

When we got home, to say I was exhausted was an understatement. Having four children, ranging from two to seven, with the love of my life is finally taking a toll on me. Now, don’t get me wrong, I love my kids with every fiber in me. It doesn’t help that their dad has been MIA. Deciding to try and call him while the kids were napping, I picked up my phone.

“Hey babe.” I say once Zach picks up.

“Hey love. How’s everything over there?”

“It’s alright. We all miss you”

“Aww, I miss you guys too. I was just going to call and let you know that-“

“Zach are you ready?” A woman’s voice cuts him off.

“Shhh, my wife’s on the phone. I don’t want her to hear you.” He quickly whispers.

Shock. That’s the word that describes my reaction perfectly. I haven’t talked to my husband in five days, and when I get a chance, I hear a woman’s voice. I trust Zach with my life, so I don’t understand why all the sudden I feel like this. Also, why does he not want me to hear? If it’s nothing wrong, why does he feel a need to hide it?

Next, a feeling of sadness courses through me. Has he been cheating on me? No Y/N why the hell would you think that. You have four kids together, he wouldn’t throw that all away. Wait, but how can I be so sure. I haven’t seen him in weeks. What if all of a sudden he just gave up and realised that he didn’t love me anymore. What if…

I get pulled from those horrible thoughts when I hear his voice. “Sorry love. I have to go. Say hi to the kids for me.” He rushes out before hanging up.

And just like that he’s gone again. How long will it be this time before we can talk again? He’s gone, probably having the time of his life, while I’m over her with my intrusive thoughts. I failed to even notice that I started crying until a tear fell onto my hand. I don’t try to hold back my sobs anymore. I can hear them echo all around me. I shouldn’t be feeling like this. He’s my husband for goodness sake. While basking in my misery, I failed to notice two kids on the stairs.

*skip three weeks*

One week. Seven days. That’s how long until Zach finally comes home. These days felt like they were dragging on and on. Throughout the past three weeks, he would call to talk to the kids. He would spend hours listening to them talk about their day or what they ate. Those moments helped numb the pain. When it came to me though, he kept the conversations brief. That didn’t help at all with my speculation of him cheating. The only reassuring thing was that I haven’t heard the woman’s voice in a while.

Ever since that day, I just couldn’t keep my mind from wandering. I had these thoughts about Zach not loving me anymore despite being together for seven years. These thoughts mostly occurred when I woke up in the middle of the night, reaching over to snuggle my husband, and just being met with the cold sheets. It was a stab in the heart, every single time. I felt like that was the way the universe was trying to tell me where our relationship stood. Most nights, I let the darkness and the cold take over. Feeling completely vulnerable and exposed to this part of love I’ve never experienced. I knew what I was getting into when I decided to first date Zach. I was prepared for the hate, criticism, and jealousy. I was strong. All he had to do was wrap me in his arms, and mumble “It’s alright. You’re alright. All that matters is that you’re here, in my arms. You will always be safe in my arms Y/N. Never forget that. I will always be there for you and never hurt you. My arms will always be open. I promise.” I didn’t care about anyone else’s opinion. The only thing that mattered was the love me and Zach had. No matter what, we had each other. Even when it felt like the world was turning its back on us. And that’s exactly what I said in my vows when we got married three years ago. But now, all of that is crumbling down piece by piece.

After a stressful day of getting the kids to and from school, working for eight hours straight, and cooking dinner, we are all sitting at the dinner table. That is everyone except for Zach. Throughout the whole dinner, I was lucky they didn’t mention their dad. I was on edge since his return was getting closer and closer. I was nervous for what would happen to us when we finally see each other in person. Better yet, what would happen to our family. I just couldn’t picture a happy ending. I especially didn’t want to pick a fight with him when he just got back. Wanting to clear my mind and maybe try to call Zach again without the kids around, I tell them to finish as much as they can before getting ready for bed. Right when I thought they were all gone I heard my oldest, Riley, speak up.

“Mommy how many days until daddy comes home again. I really want to show him the new soccer moves I learned.” He questions.

Going to answer, I open my mouth to respond but get cut off by another voice.

“Ri, there’s seven more days. Maybe if we get to sleep early he’ll come home faster.” Sophia responds from upstairs to her older brother.

“Thanks Soph. Mommy can Gracie and Noah sleep with me and Soph tonight? Pleaseeeee.” He practically whines.

Not being able to say no to the adorable face he makes. I give in and say yes. I mean who can say no? Now that they were all upstairs, I picked up my phone that was on the counter. Right when I was about to tap on the call button, an incoming call pops up on my screen. It’s none other than the man himself, Zach Herron. That’s odd. The only time he calls is early in the morning because of the time difference. Shaking that thought off, I answer the phone.

I immediately get my answer when I pick up. He’s fucking drunk at a club. The first clue is the loud club music that can be heard in the back. The next clue is the way he’s talking. It’s slurred and barely makes any sense. He can’t even form a complete sentence. The reason as to why he’s drinking is still unknown.

“Zach… is everything alright?” I carefully say, not knowing how he’s going to react.

“Huh, oh yeah everything is good. I just wa- wanted to ca- call and say that you’re, you’re the hottest…” He trails off before starting a new sentence.

“We finished our wri- writing se- session early. So, we de- decided to party.” Well that answers why he’s drinking.

Before I get to respond, he slurs “Are you taking good care of my kids? Last time I checked in, Grace hurt her finger. You should really be paying more attention to them.”

The anger quickly surges through me. I’m over here working my ass off with a full time job and “his” kids while he’s out partying and getting drunk. He has the audacity to criticize my parenting when we both know I’ve done most of the work. I was trying my hardest to stay calm, but it was hard hearing my husband’s words. Getting ready to open my mouth and snap at him, the cause of my sleepless nights returns. Just when I thought nothing could get worse, it happens...

I hear the woman’s voice again.

“We have to figure out whatever it is you want before you go back home.” I clearly hear her voice come from Zach’s side of the phone. And just like that, I feel my heart stop. All it took was fifteen words. Now, I know that his promises were never true. He hurt me. He wasn’t here. And I wasn’t safe in his arms.

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Here’s the part 2 again if you want to read it

AN: That's it! I hope you enjoyed reading.

- Kara (upindreamland)

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[superbatson]

i saw fotg today and bc i'm still not of sound mind to write a proper review (for here or letterboxd), i'm gonna just do a dump of all my spoilery thoughts featuring stuff i loved about the movie:

the new theme is incredible and epic i love you mr. christophe beck i'm gonna make you one of my top spotify artists this year for sure. (for reference: the previous score composer made my top 5 artists back in 2019 bc of how often i streamed the first movie's score.)

FREDDY AND ANTHEA WERE SO CUTE! obviously i'm ride or die for freebat but like freddy has two hands so he can date anthea too. honestly i'm team anthea/freddy/billy/courtney polycule. make it canon!

DARLA AND THE KITTIES! SHE NAMED ONE OF THEM TAWNY!!! so basically cat tawny, as my freebat server invented, is now movie canon. boom. (no really i screamed, i hope somehow that kitten becomes actual tawny in the movies. we really need to see tawny someday)

freddy calling billy "captain everything jr" was so fucking funny to me. like ofc freddy would act all cocky as a hero and the boys would still argue over who's the sidekick. i love it so much

GAY PEDRO REAL! WE DID IT Y'ALL!!! that scene got such a good laugh in my theater, it made me so happy. and i love that jovan got to be the one to say it too rather than dj. 'cause i know internet gays go all gaga for dj but coming out can be such a sweet, pure thing sometimes so jovan really deserved to have that moment and i'm glad he did. (and now seeing the movie, i have more respect for the tie-in comics, since pedro's was all about him being into baseball. i get why now hehe)

also i know i'm jumping ahead here but AY WE GOT AN ELVIS REFERENCE! sure, it was just the end credit song, but hey, i'll take it. it's something. and it was the junkie xl edit of the song too, so naturally, i loved it even more.

speaking of, the movie had a decent amount of bvs parallels! well, more than one, at least. everyone's harped on the final battle with billy basically sacrificing himself just like clark did in bvs (i hope to see those parallel gifsets in the future!), but i also noticed some bvs nods during billy's fight with hespera. when she dragged him by the cape and lifted him over her head to slam him onto the ground... i swear that was just like the bathroom fight with bruce and clark. at least the cape drag. i'd have to go back and watch both movies to see exactly what shots are parallel to each other, but, yeah. sandberg's movies still feel like love letters to zack's and i adore that.

WAS ANYONE GONNA WARN ME THAT IT'S ASHER'S FACE WE SEE WHEN BILLY DIES???? i mean, i didn't want the spoiler anyway but oh my god, i was not emotionally prepared. oh god. i'm still thinking about it. and freddy's sobbing. god. speaking of bvs parallels--

that scene is gonna haunt me for the rest of my days. i'm gonna write and read so many fics about it. ahhhhhhhh

yeah the movie did have a good amount of freebat bless you sandberg & gayden (and now jack and asher are adults so i can justifiably enjoy the freebat-ness of jack & zach scenes here too. suck it, antis!)

but also the movie did have a severe lack of asher and that made me kinda sad. there's a shot from the tv spots he's in that i do Not recall seeing in the movie at all. (though i did run to the bathroom just before the final battle so maybe i missed it somehow? but i doubt it bc his outfit was from an earlier part of the film) but also i kinda wish it was asher who came out of the grave instead of zach. like in the context of the movie, i understand why it was zach, bc diana gave him his powers back, but they buried regular billy so i wish he was the one to emerge from the grave. but whatever, i'm just picky.

asher did kinda out-act zach in all his scenes, though. this boy needs to get more work PRONTO! (he only has one other project coming out this year, i think. some small true story movie. put him in more blockbusters! disney, get him for your tangled remake! just something, please!!!)

the diana cameo was actually amazing and anyone saying bad things about it needs to shut the fuck up. it was great and yeah billy had a crush on her but he's established to be crushing on her in the first film too, it's literally nothing new.

"taste the rainbow, motherfu--!" one of the best lines in the movie, hands down. skittles has the only valid in-movie marketing. i know the line kinda got spoiled in tv spots but it was still so funny in context.

also darla sorting out all the yellow skittles for hespera was so cute and i was kinda thinking autie vibes before she explained her reasoning for it. the whole shazamily is neurodivergent and i will die on that hill.

yeah that's all i can think of for now i really loved the movie, i also kinda wanted more from it but probably bc i felt like we didn't see enough of the family together. but that can be resolved in a third film, of course. (if we ever get one. i know the opening box office is disappointing but maybe the film can still turn a profit. the budget's basically the same as the first film so it only has to make like $300 mil again for wb to make their money back. and it could blow up on streaming afterwards. you never know. i just hope wb is patient and takes their time before deciding on the future of shazam, if this cast is truly out for the reboot.)

#shazam #shazam: fury of the gods #shazam fury of the gods #fury of the gods #idk what tag everyone is using

[boys-kissing-boys-ew]

it's a small hell afterall

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Damien thinks.

He thinks a lot. About his father, his life. He thinks about the church he grew up in, and the lawsuits foretold. He thinks about his mother, disappeared for sin.

He thinks about the time he drank the dark red wine that night she died in the hospital. Too opaque to be true wine. Too thick.

He thinks about the scars that litter his calves and his heel, the way he tries to narrowly avoid any weight but the ball of his feet.

He thinks about men and women, and everything vastly in between and outside of that. He thinks about their marriages, questions why they feel and how. He thinks about the want to have children, and the unrelenting fear to not have.

He thinks about his school. The children within. He thinks about his teachers, and the counselor.

He thinks about Eric Cartman. The fat kid with a poor sense of humor, hand in hand with his worst enemies and best friends all at once.

He thinks about Philip Pirrup. How the boy was kind to him no matter how far their friendship strained between moves. Between court cases. Even throughout foster care. Moves away and moves back.

Philip.

Pip.

What a strange nickname. Damien had always found it foolish. It wasn't the beginning, nor the end. Nothing in the middle. It was all in one. One less syllable.

It had been Pip until 6th grade, when he came back from two years in Florida.

On the first day of school, he had taken a seat next to him.

He didn't wave.

He didn't even look at him.

During the middle of class. Silence.

Interrupted by a small voice, "Hello, Philip."

He was startled hard enough to not even respond for nearly a minute, and when he did, it wasn't another greeting. Rather, "It's good to see you again."

Oh, how he wished he was hearing that voice now.

All the other voices, and not one sounded like him.

They weren't often to argue, they stayed in their lane and had conversations when needed. It was typically small.

But Leo had overstepped a line with Emile, which left Emile shouting at him until Simon came crying.

There were so many people here now.

God, Damien could name at least one hundred.

Leo, Emile, Simon, Will, Zach, Michael...

No, no. Too many. Too much. Too many thoughts.

Damien shook his head, attempting to remove like an etch-a-sketch.

He stared at the carpet, the lines spaced no more than five feet each.

They warped and bended as he stared at the unmoving ground, shuttering and shoving beneath him.

He looked up at the ceiling, the unimaginable amount of bugs making even his stomach churn as they came in and out of the ceiling.

The itchiness around his neck, the forceful urge to get himself out of his skin.

His nails sharp and relentless, ripping and prodding at his thin, pale flesh. Torn by the slightest threat of sharpness.

Pain. Pain. Pain.

The slightest sticky warmth of plasma and white blood cells in his nails, then shortly after, thin, light blood caked on the tips of fingers.

Something was in him.

Something needed to get out.

Someone was yelling for him, someone that wasn't as far in his mind as he was.

No one screamed at Leo for anything, or Emile for anything. No crying children.

No, the voice that called could touch the walls. Inspect the clean ceiling and the still carpet. The voice that never intruded his mind past 2:52 PM. Never on the weekends. Only talking to him at 7:48 AM on weekdays.

This voice never followed him home, never screamed. Never cut, never broke and ripped and tore. Never searched for things that were gone.

This voice...

God, he was so happy to hear that voice.

"Damien,"

God, he could hear that name a million times from those lips. He would love to hear it said in a scold. Whispered to him in the morning. Screamed at night. Repeated over and over until no names were said at all. Sobbed. Begged. The last word he would hear. All from those lips.

All from this boy.

He wanted it all. His first, his last. His everything. His in between.

"Damien, hey, hey, hey,"

Hi. He wanted to respond with a wave and a reserved smile, a pained, inexperienced expression towards his gapped teeth, towards his round nose, his freckles, his strawberry blonde hair cut into that God-awful bowlcut.

"It's okay,"

Damien knew it wasn't. He wasn't in his arms. Wasn't at his wedding. Wasn't married. They were just friends. It's not okay, it's not okay. Nothing will be okay.

"Hey, breathe,"

God, how he wished he needed that instruction. He wished he needed to be told, as if it weren't automated. He wished he could stop.

Something was touching him.

Something was touching him.

And oh God, the warmth. The painful pin and needle feeling of human contact. The burning, blistering feeling of knowing that someone was touching you. Willing to touch you. Not too disgusting to have otherwise.

"Damien, Love..."

He opened his eyes.

That strawberry blonde was kneeled down before him, still tall and thin and dorky as ever.

"There you are..." He sighed.

His smile was gone. That beautiful, wretched smile. He did this. He messed up, again. All again. It's bad again. It's happening again.

Philip's silhouette gets blurry around the edges, and for a split second, Damien can swear he sees blood caked on his lips and cheeks.

"You're–"

Philip opens his arms.

"Hh?"

"Would a hug help?"

That horrible burn was back. It soaked through his flannel, his stomach. It made tears pool in his eyes and his gag reflex stutter.

"Oh, poor boy..." Philip says quietly, "Oh, I know..."

Damien hadn't realised he was bawling until he heard a choked sob from himself.

"Phil," He sobbed, gripping to the flap of his dress shirt. Not high enough to be his collar, but not low enough to indicate something that he wasn't sure he'd ever be ready for.

"Hello, Baby..." He cooed down at him, gently stroking his dark hair. It had been at least a fortnight since wash, yet Philip didn't seem to mind. He never seemed to mind.

Damien's head pounded. He couldn't sleep, though. What about the bugs? If they're on the ceiling, and his skin is crawling, then who's to say?

He had never disliked bugs. He just detest groups of them.

"It's alright," He soothes, allowing his head to rest on his collar. "Nobody's gonna hurt you."

A cold cloth is pressed to the wound on his neck, and he immediately feels his anxiety prick as he remembers the fact that Philip now carries around a first aid kit because of his doing.

"Can you tell me what you see?"

Damien glances over his shoulder, eyeing the familiar hallway.

"Bugs," He whimpers, clutching onto the fabric harder. He felt a zing on his finger, looking down to see that he was sinking his teeth into the knuckle of his pointer.

"Can you tell me if they're real or not?"

This was an exercise that Mackey had taught them, back when Damien had been diagnosed. Philip wanted nothing more in this world but to help him cope.

Damien hesitates.

"Can you remember if they're there normally?" Philip tries.

"They're...not." Damien settles, burrying his face back. "They're fake."

"Good job, Baby..." Philip congratulates, "Good job. You're doing so well for me."

That voice.

"Thanks," Damien whispers.

"Not a problem at all!"

He shakes his head, and he can feel the newly applied bandages on the nape crinkle and pull at the baby hairs. "Pulled from class."

The boy laughs, a sound and feeling that Damien would pay millions to hold on to. "And I enjoyed being in the same room as Garrison and Cartman? No thank you, Kind Sir!"

Damien could feel a giggle bubble up in his diaphragm, lightly vibrating throughout his body.

"Anyway, what a douche I'd be to receive two texts from seperate kids and not come to check on you?"

"Hmn?" Damien hummed, curious.

"Oh, well, technically three. First was Tweek and Craig. Craig phoned be about it. Tweek was on one of them ol' 'brain breaks'. The next was Marj, who had gone to the loo and seen you on the way."

Damien nods.

"Speaking of; I'm supposed to be at the loo right now, as far as Garrison knows."

His heart beats twice as fast.

"Hey, hey, 's alright. You're alright." He soothes, "I think we can call my mum and set up a sleepover for tonight. How's that sound?"

"Y' sure?"

Philip nods, pulling away to look Damien in the eyes.

"Let's go call in 'sick.'"

And so they left, hands intertwined.

#south park #sp #damien thorn #pip pirrup #dip #sp dip #dip sp #south park foreign kids #foreign kids #sp foreign kids #foreign kids sp #fanfic #ao3

[redstainedsocks]

Terror and Tea

Contents: nightmares, trauma response, hurt/comfort I suppose.

The safe house arc continues!

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Archer woke to muffled sobs and choking stifled wails. The small noises had roused him and grew more frequent, building loud enough to be an aborted scream and he flew out of bed in an instant. He grabbed his taser and shoved his feet into the boots by the door. Every sense on high alert, every scenario running through his mind. 

They’d been found, someone had broken in, something had gone wrong.

The noises came from Zach’s room, the door was still closed and not a crack of light came from underneath it. He turned the knob slowly, shoulder angled towards the door as he pressed flat against the wall. It swung inwards with a creak and Archer waited a beat, two, before he stepped into the frame, weapon held high. There was no one, and nothing, besides a tangle of sheets on the bed and whimpering coming from the centre of them.

He breathed out, relief flooding through him. A nightmare, that was all. He watched as Zach’s silhouetted form heaved, one arm flailing, as a small stifled cry filled the room. He couldn’t very well leave Zach to sleep through this. He cleared his throat, but Zach didn’t seem to wake, though he went still.

Trying not to sneak, but also not to be too startlingly loud, Archer walked around the bed and clicked on the lamp. Zach’s face was screwed up, caught in whatever horror plagued his sleep, and he was spread across the bed with the cover caught around his waist.

“Zach, bud, hey.” 

No response.

“Come on, you have to wake up now.”

Zach tossed his head, lips parting on a breath.

“Zach—” Archer reached out a hand and touched Zach’s shoulder. The violence with which Zach awoke startled them both, Zach shot upward and scrambled back until his head and elbows collided with the wall behind him. Archer reared back, ending up on his feet to put some distance between them. He winced at his own foolishness as Zach heaved, blinking rapidly.

“You’re okay, you just had a nightmare. Sorry, I thought you’d rather wake up.”

Zach only nodded, his eyes scanning the room.

“Do you—can I get you anything?”

Finally, Zach looked directly at him, and seemed to deflate a little when he saw a familiar face. Archer smiled, suddenly realised he was still holding a taser gun, and hid it sheepishly behind his back.

“I woke you?” Zach mumbled.

“Yeah, and then I woke you.”

“Sorry.” Zach pulled his knees up to his chin, wrapped an arm around them, and rubbed at the back of his head with his other hand. “Won’t happen again. I’ll be quiet.”

“I’m here to look out for problems, it’s literally my job. Don’t worry about it.”

Zach lifted an unsure gaze, squinted. Nodded again. “Did I… say anything?”

“No, not that I heard. You just sounded scared.” Archer shifted from foot to foot. When he took a step forward Zach scooted out of bed, standing hunched back against the wall. It happened in such a smooth motion that it felt… practiced—this evasion, avoidance, making himself small.

“You’re all right. It’s just me.” Hollow, useless words.

Zach looked down at himself, pulled a t-shirt sticky with sweat away from his body and wrinkled his nose. “Sorry.”

“Don’t sweat it.” Archer grinned as Zach looked up, hoping to at least elicit an eye roll. No such luck, but he’d settle for grabbing Zach’s attention away from whatever was running through his head. “I’ll go make tea? You get changed. I’ll be back, and we can talk about it, if you want?”

Tea would be good for him, Zach couldn’t stop trembling. Like a baby lamb, Archer thought, and then pushed the patronising through away.

“I can’t,” Zach croaked as he turned to leave. “Just… the tea, yes. No—no talking?”

“Sure. Of course.” 

He resisted the urge to go across the room and sweep Zach into a hug, to hold him close until he stopped shaking, to try and pry the details out of him with gentleness. It wasn’t what was wanted, or needed, and he wouldn’t push. Zach would open up on his own, or he wouldn’t, it couldn’t be forced. Tea would have to do—that and his solid, continued presence.

Archer left and turned on the landing light as he clomped down the stairs. Pressed against the wall Zach stood there as his heart tried to beat its way out of his rib cage. He still felt half-dazed, though he had no idea what he’d been dreaming. Must have been bad though, he was drenched in sweat and shivering. The bed was a mess from his thrashing. He gulped down the sense of panic that he was about to be punished for disturbing a peaceful night. That, at least, was something he’d get a break from here.

He stood against the wall and fingered the hem of his t-shirt. He couldn’t make his feet move from this spot. The room swam in and out of focus as each breath got caught in his chest and blew out shakily. Blue walls, grey bedding, cheap wood furniture. Window to his right, door to his left. Lights on, dark outside. Archer, his friend, downstairs making a hot drink and worrying and—

He couldn’t keep foolishly standing there, couldn’t be exactly where Archer left him when he came back up. He lurched into movement, the sick, cloying feeling moved with him as stumbled about and changed into something clean, tossed the dirty things into a pile to be dealt with later. The nightmare clung around him, claws in deep, as every shadow in the corner of his eye seemed like it was going to pounce or turn into something that would send him grovelling on his knees. He couldn't do that to Archer, couldn’t be that useless.

He pitter-pattered to the bathroom in his bare feet and splashed some water on his face. The sight of his pale skin framed by dark hair in the mirror made him jump. But his breathing became steady, his hands shook less. Each movement helped and he went through a series of stretches, forcing his body to understand the freedom it had. Dragging his mind into the present.

He turned out of the room just as Archer made his way back up the stairs, two steaming cups in hand.

“Come on.” Archer tipped his head towards the room he’d been sleeping in and Zach followed with light, careful footsteps. Archer climbed back into bed and waved a hand towards the opposite side as he handed over one of the large white cups, brimming with tea. The warm mug was welcome, the steam cleared away the fog before his eyes. Zach smiled weakly as Archer groaned with pleasure at the first hot sip.

“That’s the stuff.”

Zach sipped too, hot and milky but not too strong. Not his taste but good, for the middle of the night. “Thanks.”

“Don’t thank me yet, I forgot the biscuits.”

Zach huffed, almost a laugh. “Three a.m snacks, huh?”

“Seems like we deserve it. I’ll go—”

‘No, no, this is good. Just this.” He wasn’t sure he could stomach eating, or being alone. With Archer there he could keep his mind steady, stop errant thoughts from building. Prevent chastising himself over things he couldn’t control.

“Okay. You good?” Archer peered over the top of his mug.

“Yeah, yeah, I will be. Feel better already.”

“Well get up here then.” Archer pulled the covers aside and gestured to the space beside him. “Bloody cold, get in.”

Zach left his perch on the side of the bed, scooted closer and slipped below the covers. His shoulder brushed Archer’s as they got comfortable, and Archer leaned in, giving him a nudge.

“I’m here for you, if you need… anything.”

“I know,” Zach mumbled into his cup. “Appreciate it.”

Archer hummed, his eyes closed again, mug propped on his chest. “Anytime, any place. You shout, I’ll come running.”

And suddenly it wasn't only the tea that warmed him, but the sense of safety too. He could heal here. He could rest. And he did.

#aftermath of torture #aftermath of whump #recovery whump #nightmares #hurt/comfort #zach and archer #team whump #OC whump #whump series

[offbookkeeping]

10. Always sad Always Happy with Will Hines

Plot summary:

Ms. Catrina Catamaloon visits the doctor in Copenhagen. He tells her she has a torn stomach muscle from laughing too hard and she has to leave Copenhagen immediately or she'll die from being too happy. She leaves to go to the neighboring city of Sadsalot for her health. There she meets *man whose name is a sigh* and gets renamed as *different kind of sigh.* She comes across a horse being taken to the glue factory because it's too happy and she adopts it. She also buys a barn house and meets a stable boy named Always Sad who is a spy from the Copenhagen. His real name is Harry Hengelson. Alliteration is the happiest thing he's heard in weeks. The horse sings a song about how they're meant for each other. In order to protect them, Always Sad shoots the horse with a tranquilizer but the horse loves it and eats way more than you're supposed to eat horse tranquilizers. Which is none. Is the horse dead? For now, yes. The council of the very sad becomes aware there's a spy amongst them. They plan on removing all his bones as a warning to other sneaky smily spies. A man comes to the barn looking for Always Sad and *different kind of sigh* makes up a lie to save his life but once the other man leaves it becomes apparent she wasn't lying. They confess their love for each other and they call each other their names. They leave to go overthrow the entire town. Happiness is spreading and the Council is very worried. they decide the best solution is to hold a performance of Romeo and Juliet acted out by tiny bunnies and puppies that they murder at the end. The townspeople all overhear their plans and start sobbing. Catrina and Harry don't know what to do about the sobbing. Their plans include having puppies and bunnies perform shakespeare's comedies, just bringing out a bunch of puppies and bunnies, and setting the whole town on fire. The town realizes that they were unhappy as a coping mechanism and that happiness has to be grounded in someone that you love. Karen and Librarian from the town fall in love. Karen wishes on a star to revive the horse. The town becomes no longer sad

Best quotes:

• "Everybody's beautiful and it's annoying and they also have an efficient government, that is somehow frustrating"

• "I would like to take the spy and remove all of his bones and then I'll say to the spy you're too floppy now to do much harm"

• "I'm not a spy I'm a lamp!"

"I just have this lamp and a horse corpse"

Best songs:

• Bunny Puppy War

Thoughts overall:

This is one of the strangest episodes out of the first few. I really love Zach and Jess trying to figure out what accent people in Denmark have. I honestly have no idea either but I feel like this isn't it lmfao. The plot is kind of lacking but that's fine it's just vibes. Weird Copenhagen vibes with depressed people and dead horses. And small adorable animals performing tragic Shakespeare plays

#off book podcast #off book #jess mckenna #jessica mckenna #zach and jess #zach reino #zachary reino #off book ep 10 always sad always happy with will hines #always sad always happy #horse

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part two of playlist analysis!!

pt 1 <;-

lets get right back into it!!

moving in place - shauna dean cokeland hc that lockwood was pretty fucking reckless after jess dies-before george showed up and did. very dangerous things.

summertime sadness - lana del rey just before lucy left, at the door, lockwood trying to get her not to leave.

star shopping - lil peep (for more context, i have a slight obsession with the stars and the stars mean more than the world to me) SHES LOCKWOODS STARS SHES LOCKWOODS STARS SHES LOCKWOODS STARS WAILS SOBS SCREAMS SHOUTS ARFURFSDFJGK

scott pilgrim vs my gpa - mom jeans ...am i allowed ot say lockwoodcore again.

cherry wine - hozier GOT ANOTHER HOZIER SONG BOYS. its so soft. theyre sitting in bed at night after a particularly bad panic attack and lucy is stroking his hair as cherry wine plays. 

brian is the most beautiful - memo boy sleepy trance-ish vibe sort of thing dont ask idk it just. vibes

over population at the end of everything is less of a worry, haha ('a letter to you' from mother 3') - no love in the house of gold idk sad vibes you do with this what you want.

wasteland, baby - hozier OMOMWOMWOWOMOWOMOMWM beloved theyre so cute and in love shes brushing his hair as they get ready in the morning they are in love.

cdbaby <3 - chloe moriondo i had too. lockwood bumping ts the first night lucy is there and george is telling him to stfu bc hes to loud and its 10 pm.

el manana - gorillaz more lockwood being sad bc lucy is gone :(

november has come - gorillaz tbh this one should be in a george playlist i just feel like hed like this song

i really wanna stay at your house - rosa walton, hallie coggins locklyle reminds me so much of lucy and david (cyberpunk edgerunners) so they get the lucy/david song <3

luna moth - maya hawke lucy feels like shes ruined the group dynamic after she joined the company :(

tongues & teeth - the cranewives oh lordy lord lord i have many words to say and none of them will be coherent. EORROUFUFH this is such a lockwood song you dont understand hes so afraid of being close to people. hes horrible afraid of letting lucy in because hes afraid kipps is right and she'll leave. hes so afriad i love him dearly hes so me (im projecting) 

tv - billie eilish god lucy feels so useless and worthless. she ruined the teams dynamic as soon as she showed up. the repetition of 'maybe im the problem' at the end is her talking to herself in the shower

something in the orange - zach bryan god theyre so stupid and sad i love them i miss them dearly thats all u get thank u  genesis - grimes they are walking around at night. they should not be. genesis ensues. great - mccafferty uh oh mccafferty time be prepared (i do not support nick!!) god this song is so lockwood hes so insecure and sad. he thinks hes alone. PLOT TWIST lucy is outside his door also crying because she can hear his cries. throat - mccafferty mmm what if i just [hands lockwood (slight) substance abuse problems] kill me for this if youd like but i just. i think he. gasoline. - mccafferty song told from lucy's pov, why you ask? 'when your sister died/that changed everything' HRMST unforgiveable curse #3 - mccafferty 'im useless without her/i hope that i dissolve' LOCKWOOD YOU SILLY MOTHER FUCKER YOU ARE VALUED BY MORE PEOPLE THAN JUST LUCY FOR THE LOVE OF GOD cotton candy - mccafferty 'im so lovely/at making destructive decisions' the entirety of l&co ^ graveyard - mccafferty idk why just. lucy after the teams death vibes (the team being the team in her home town w norrie and thems. witchcraft - mccafferty ok ik the song. is not fluffy vibes but idk idk it just gives me fluffy locklyle cuddle vibes dont ask why because i am unable to answer. lights are on - tom rosenthal oh my god just imagine lucy walking past portland row after she left, staring into lockwoods window. hes there too. its to dark for her to see him but they make eyecontact before she briskly turns and walks in the other direction and lockwood just starts crying. cocaine jesus - rainbow kitten surprise same thing as lights are on maybe a slightly different font maybe its george who knows [shrug] sweet tooth - maya hawke bfs, even gfs if you will (yes im talking about a technically het couple, what about it?) mike walton - basement version - adjust the sails hrmrhrhff lockwood sitting in the basement pretending to be filing things WRONG hes crying :) romantic homicide - d4vd LITERALLY JUST THE FIRST LINE IS SO LOCKWOOD 'im scared/feels like you dont care' LOCKWOOD LOCKWOOD LOCKWOOD LOCKWOOD LOCKWOOD thats all u get ty call it fate, call it karma - the strokes 'can i waste your time here on the sidewalk?' KIPPS THAT YOU??? nah this song is lockwood watching kipps and lucy talk on the sidewalk and is just like ??????????WHAT bathtub - the front bottoms YOU WILL NOT tell me this isnt anthony lockwood. you cant. i will go more in depth of this anyone asks. i mean anyone a single person can be slightly interested and i will do it. car lights - james marriott oh how fittes at 50 ball of them. i will not elaborate jim bogart - the front bottoms 'i would sleep better on your floor than i would ever in my bed' alright lockwood PACK IT UP YOU PATHETIC SIMP stupid for you - waterparks this time its LUCY being a simp PLOT TWIST lockwood may be a pathetic man but lucy is a pathetic woman they are so cute together my little squishy scrungles dark beach - pastel ghost hes sleeping on her chest and shes calmly braiding his hair fight me theyre so cute i love them riptide - vance joy yea i added riptide what about it. theyre so in love i love them theyre so cute sobs hes so in love shes so in love theyre so <33333 kids - mgmt GUESS WHAT ITS ANOTHER SONG ABOUT THEM BEING CHILDREN IN A TERRIBLE WORKPLACE tire swing - kimya dawson cozy breakfast vibes. lucy is singing lockwood and george are whistling. george is also cooking because lockwood isnt trusted near an oven after the careless whisper incident the 30th - billie eilish yall. yall remember when lockwood got shot. yea that. no surprises - radiohead is this self explanatory. orbitron - duster guess whos having a breakdown? ITS LUCY THIS TIME MF MWAHAHHAHAH. she is breaking down in the shower. oopsie. part 3 coming shortly :)

#lockwood and co #locklyle #lucy carlyle #anthony lockwood #george karim

[highermagic]

thoughts from Neverafter as they're happening (light spoilers honestly mostly just reaction)

fuckkkk me Brennan don't do this to me in the intro!!! Lou I fucking love you coming in swinging you're best boy <3 Brennan as the evil stepmother is so fucking hot I can't stand it oh my god. Evil stepmommy I adore you. Lou does such an endearing child, his character is so good and Lou and Brennan's chemistry is so electric all the time I love how they play off each other. I literally can't concentrate on the story because I'm so enamored with their performances jeebus xmas. SENATOR!!!! SHOUTOUT TO SENATOR!!! Lou is always so sassy I love him. Brennan you need to CALM your VOICE and EYES okay I can only be so Normal about this. fdadlsf the nat20 oh my god what timing. that was fucking wild WHAT DOES IT MEAN BRENNAN WHAT THE FUCK DOES IT ALL MEANNN.

oh my god. it's infinite stories. infinite chances, as long as you're willing to sacrifice all the potential happiness of other versions of yourself oh my god. how many versions of yourself must you kill to get your happy ending. THAT'S POETIC AS FUCK BRENNAN OH MY GOD.

why do they have to do all these things individually my poor babies /sob curiosity killed the cat Pib pls my boy do not I believe in catboy Zach supremacy o7 Zach is so funny I can't stand it. I love this sort of surrealist comradery shit so much ahhh Fox & Rabbit & Cat adventures when. PIB GETS REINCARNATIONS BC CATS HAVE NINE LIVES I'M!!!! This is so pure I love them so muuuuuuuuuch /sob ZACH BRO YO??? THREATENING KITTY CAT??!!! YOOOO??? I love themmmm I'm going to lay down on the floor and cry, Zach is the best <3

breaks my heart they're doing all this separately though I know why, I feel like Emily is probs the only one watching everyone's to keep things separated.

NO NOT THE GLASS GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM MY GIRL YOU GLASS BITCH. tho I will admit that glass armor idea is metal as fuck so I love that. ooooooof the lore of princesses who get a perfect happy ever after and cinderella's bitterness and OOOOOOOOOOOOF subversion is so delicious omnomnomnom Rosamund is so precious I love her <3 Brennan choosing to expose the entire multiverse to the character least equipped to understand it is such a Brennan thing to do I cannot with this man. I retract my complaint about Cinderella I love her now lmao

I fucking love existential dread fuck me up with that good shit!!! Scream at destiny question everything rewrite the stories and examine everything!!! Fuck me up!!

"Just because you were lied to doesn't mean everything is a lie. Do not take the crimes of those who manipulated you and lay them at the feet of the world. We write the story." ONCE AGAIN THANK YOU FOR THE FREE THERAPY D20!!! <3

FUCK 'EM UP ROSAMUND!!! FUCK 'EM UP!!!!

big bad wolf Brennan is also very very hot I can't help myself and I won't apologize, it's the Calroy voice too it's just, oof, monsterfucker card presented and ready. fdsjdlsfs Emily you're so cute stop it right now 'I'm sorry I said freak at you' stop <3 BRO??? 'the only time you'll accept to make your life worthwhile is forever' ????? WHAT THE FUCK BRENNAN JESUS. you can't just 1 hit K.O. philosophy like that without warning jesus FUCK that is so attractive I'm going to die. morally neutral predatory monster is my fucking WEAKNESS GAWWD. Emily is so chaotic oh my god I love this so much. her commitment to a bit is god-like <3 "You're my princess" PLEASE I love them ahhhhhh

This is so fucking cool as a premise honestly like. Every time I get so blown away by Brennan's lore and storybuilding he one-ups it again I can't fucking deal with it.

MURPH C'MON BABY BOY LET'S GO. I love when they come in and sass Brennan, bestie behavior <3 oh feck off you fairie bish fdsjkdls cutting from Murph's hysterics to Brennan's hands to face thing was so goddamn... the drama, the vibes of this interaction is so fucking good omfg it's giving 'diva and overworked PA' energy Gerard 'keep my wife's name out your fucking mouth' Greenleigh my beloved <3 hhhhhhhh Brennan does such good subtle shit and inflection I can't, it's got big priest character vibes right now oof also pretty gold sparkles in the background love that for Murph, v flattering. ummm that origin story??? o.o

Brennan is going to get his PVP before he dies calling it now.

HYONK HYONK MOTHERFUCKER LET'S GOOO I hope Nat King Cole is the running joke of the seasons pls. such geese slander lmao but consider: they are delicious pls confirm my book theoryyyyyyyyyyyyy probably not but like. god. imagine if that's how it has to end. the perfect ending is the one immortalized in the books. I M A G I N E. OH MY GOD IS IT?? AM I??? WAS I RIGHT omg oh that's so cool, the multiverse trippiness is the best thing ever golden goose really said no notes lmao fdhasadsfs that beanstalk retelling I love it so soft omg goose hugs <333

OH MY GOD THEY DON'T GET TO KNOW EVERYONE ELSE'S STORIES I KNEW IT THEY'RE GONNA BE SO CONFUSED FUCK!!!

I'm so fascinated by this world building and I love it so much, 1000/10 Brennan no notes.

#dimension 20 neverafter spoilers #dimension 20 neverafter #dimension 20 #d20 neverafter spoilers #d20 neverafter #d20

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Tom Goes to the Mayor #28: “Undercover” | September 11, 2006 – 12:30AM | S02E15

This could be my favorite Tom Goes to the Mayor episode. (sexually) Might it be yours?

I really do think this one reaches new, trial-blazing levels of dumb in a really joyous way. The plot: Tom finds out that there's too much starch in his children's school lunch. Despite the fact that this seems like a pretty open and shut case, the Mayor decides that it's vital that Tom go undercover as a school boy, exerting an incredibly unnecessary amount of effort to do so. Tom has to get his legs shortened and his vocal chords stretched in order to give him the appearance of being a child.

While Tom’s in school as “Wilson Briar”, he manages to become accepted as a cool kid, and bullies his own son (for whom he's ostensibly doing all of this for, to protect him from having too much starch) in order to not blow his cover. He also gets a little girl to develop a crush on him and gets so swept up in his newfound acceptance that he almost does a very top-level democratic donor thing to her before realizing he's an adult man and runs out of the school, screaming.

The wonderful thing about this episode is that the entire thing is built on the faultiest of premises. The whole anti-starch movement stems from a Married News segment, which seems like it's actually part of an infomercial for an unwieldy machine that tests your child’s stool for starch. The pitchman for this is played by Bob Odenkirk and he is harkening back to his Mr. Show days with the SuperPan sketch from season two. Could it be they are going through all this trouble because a huckster is trying to sell starch-testing equipment on TV and they hired the married news team to lend some credibility to the endeavor? The show doesn't really say so, but it seems like that's basically what's going on.

No part of the plan makes sense. The Mayor is portrayed as having a high-level position in the school, with his own office. The Mayor spanks Wilson Briar in his office as though he’s completely forgotten that it’s actually Tom. Also, why can't the Mayor just go into the cafeteria himself and test the food? Why does the machine only test stool and not the food itself? Why can't they just apply common sense and observe that the school is serving foods that are known to be high in starch? What's even so bad about starch? Literally, the only tangible way they demonstrate the way starch can harm you is with a little play with Jan and Wayne Skyler, where Wayne is a doctor informing Jan she has too much starch in her system. She begins sobbing. That's literally the reason they are doing all of this!

The unfortunate thing about this episode is that it isn't terribly user friendly. I had a friend who expressed interest in this episode because she loved both Zach Galifianakis and Michael Cera, who are both guest stars (with Zach reprising his role as the doctor from whatever other episode that was). She also knew Mr. Show and pretended to be a fan of it to placate me. But I remember her watching this, her first episode of Tom Goes to the Mayor and sending me messages over AIM: “I thought this was a cartoon?” (this one starts COLD with the Married News Team and lacks the opening sequence entirely). When it was over she wrote “I don't think I like comedy anymore”. You really do need to see a few episodes of this show before watching this episode.

This one has one of the funniest endings since Porcelain Birds: After Tom runs out of the school screaming (which I remember going crazy laughing at), it cuts to the Mayor calling a meeting at Gullivers, announcing the permanent closures of the school. Then he honors Tom, whose just gone through reheightening and vocal chord normalization surgery. They hang up a banner misidentifying him as TAUMPY TEARRS, which is one of the funniest misspellings of a name I've ever seen in my life. His voice isn't quite back to normal, and his reheightening surgery is just two rickety too-tall wooden stilts placed where his shins should be. They buckle and break under his weight and he tumbles to the ground, we see less-than-a-second of blood spraying out of his leg stumps, cut to credits. Fuck dude, it's so funny. This episode rules.

MAIL BAG

I once saw garry shandling crawling around in some park in LA. I wish I took a picture of it because he died not long after. Wouldn't it be cool to have the final photo of a celebrity? Who would you like to have a final photo of?

I guess JFK but the photo is of him on a toilet with a gun in his mouth, and he’s waving his hand as if to say “don’t take a picture of this!” this would dive conspiracy theorists mad. I guess. If you want a real answer I guess it’d be a picture of Michael Ian Black smiling nicely

#tom goes to the mayor #adult swim #adultswim2021