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let-me-be-your-cinema

chapter 1: infestation

wc: ~1.3k

Jeonghan was no stranger to the strange and unusual. He was a quick-witted and sharp individual, and not much spooked him. So when he saw that an old home was up for sale in his dream city, he more or less jumped at the chance.

“Cheol, I swear I’m fine,” he said through the phone as he fumbled with his key in the lock. “As a matter of fact, I’m really excited for this change.”

“I just want you to be careful,” his boyfriend’s muffled voice came through the receiver. “You said you won’t have electricity for almost a whole week and you’re in a really secluded part of town.”

“So it’s a bit of a fixer-upper,” Jeonghan chuckled. “I’m a grown man, a little bit of darkness isn’t gonna scare me.” He yanked his wrist to the right and the lock clicked. “Gotta go, I love you!”

“I lo-” Seungcheol’s voice was cut off when Jeonghan hung up a bit too early as he threw all of his body weight against the door to shoulder it open. So the door stuck. Seungcheol was good with tools and Jeonghan knew that he would be obliterating traffic laws to visit him if he asked.

Jeonghan began dragging boxes up the stairs, the entire time wondering why the hell he didn’t ask Seokmin or Seungkwan to help him. Seungkwan would probably complain the whole time and Seokmin would definitely drop something mildly valuable but still, the process would be the tiniest bit easier.

He finished unpacking his bedroom after an hour and a half of meticulous planning. The bathroom was slightly less intensive, dumping stuff in drawers was about all he had the energy to do, especially with no light. The furniture had thankfully been delivered the day before, so he had a couch to crash on as the last bit of natural light slipped through the windows.

Not having any earthly idea of how to use his kitchen appliances in the dark, Jeonghan settled for ordering Thai food from a restaurant that was, get this, almost thirty miles away. He slurped his noodles and curry while staring off into space, recalling the frantic delivery boy’s trouble finding the house. He had answered the door to an eighteen-year-old with abject terror in his eyes who had muttered something about a “demon house” before inexplicably pushing 70 to get out of there.

Jeonghan retired to his bedroom after dinner, finding that despite the early hour, the unpacking and heavy lifting had worn him out enough to fall asleep relatively easily. This ended up being quite good for him because at seven o’clock on the dot the next morning, he heard a frighteningly loud knock at the front door. He dragged himself out of bed, through on a hoodie, and tripped down the stairs. Upon opening the door, he found two men around his age, grinning at him like they had just won the lottery despite it being the literal ass crack of dawn on a Saturday.

“Hi!” the taller of the two men exclaimed, waving his hand at the speed of light. “I’m Soonyoung, and this is Chan!” he gestured to the man next to him, whose grin got impossibly wider. “We’re your neighbors and we just wanted to introduce ourselves to you since we’re going out on a run anyway.”

Jeonghan groaned. “You’re voluntarily doing physical activity right now?”

Chan chuckled sheepishly. “We’re sorry for waking you up so early. We’re just pretty busy people even on weekends so we didn’t want to come off as rude for not introducing ourselves.”

Jeonghan laughed quietly and shrugged. “Well, I wasn’t even aware that I had neighbors. Where do you guys live anyway?”

“Wayyy over there.” Soonyoung pointed off to his left at a house so far away that Jeonghan had to squint to make out a structure at all. “The people who built these properties were small-time farmers who needed the space, and overall just private people. Now the forest has pretty much taken the land back, but we cleaned it up a bit when we moved in a few years ago.”

Chan looked at his watch. “Well, you probably want to go back to sleep and we have to hit three miles before eight so we gotta run, literally.” He chuckled at his joke. “It was nice to meet you, Jeonghan! Also, I just wanna warn you that past residents of your house have reported strange, probably paranormal activity so just be aware!” Jeonghan waved as the two jogged off over the hill. The weight of what Chan said wouldn’t hit him until he was crawling back under the covers.

When Jeonghan woke up again around ten, the memory of the throwaway warning about ghosts in his house hit him like a bus. He curled up into a ball and fumbled for his phone, frantically scrolling through his contacts. As the phone rang, he tried (and mostly failed) to regulate his breathing.

“Hello?” a voice on the other end answered.

“Jihoon!” Jeonghan exclaimed a little too loudly. “What do you know about the paranormal?”

He could practically feel Jihoon’s eye roll through the line. “I don’t believe in that shit, Jeonghan. Hang on.” He called to someone in the other room. “Gyu! Han’s asking about ghosts.”

Running footsteps were heard as Mingyu presumably barreled into the room and snagged Jihoon’s phone. “Oh my god, Jeonghan! You moved into that really freaky looking house in the woods, right?”

Jeonghan bit his lip and nodded, scanning his room cautiously. “Just got here yesterday.”

He could hear the grin in Mingyu’s voice. “Any spooky stuff yet?”

Jeonghan shook his head, but as he did, his eyes fell on his bedroom window, where there appeared to be a swarm of flies crawling around the glass. It was October, that shouldn’t have been happening. “There’s flies in my window, Gyu.”

Mingyu gasped. “That’s a sign!”

Jeonghan bit his nail. “A sign of what?”

“A sign that there’s a presence,” Mingyu furrowed his brow. “Although I can’t remember whether it means that it’s malignant…”

Jeonghan groaned. “Oh, great, just when I thought you might be able to help me.”

“Hey, hey, I probably still can,” Mingyu retorted. “Just… keep an eye out for any other ‘haunted house’ type activity, alright? I want you to stay safe.”

“Okay, I can do that,” Jeonghan replied, taking a deep breath. “Bye, Mingyu.”

“Bye, Hannie!” The line went dead and Jeonghan tried to remember how to move his legs. Just then, he heard the faint sound of running water coming from his bathroom. He crept up to the doorway and peered inside. He got there just in time to see the sink faucet dripping, but it stopped almost as soon as he laid his eyes on it.

Jeonghan was, to say the absolute least, on edge. He stumbled down the stairs just in time to see his rocking chair, his fucking beloved rocking chair, creaking like the devil as it rocked back and forth all on its own. What the actual hell? he asked himself. He shook himself off and dug through one of the unpacked boxes for a fly swatter and bugspray.

Jeonghan made the trek back up the stairs and started doing a number on the flies in the window. Or so he thought. The flies were like a hydra. He would spray the entire window and more would appear. Every time he smashed one, two more would materialize. It was ridiculous.

Eventually, Jeonghan gave up and just pulled the curtains closed. Over the next couple of days, strange odors would surface from his kitchen cabinets and voices would whisper in his ear whenever he closed his eyes. Sometimes, when he would wake up in the middle of the night, he would see the shadows from his bedroom furniture begin to change shape, even after he gained electricity. What he never seemed to notice, however, were the two very real, very human faces watching him through his downstairs windows.

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dibidibi-fanfics

You Are My Escape

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✿ MDNI ✿ I'll also block blogs without age indicators ✿

Pairing: Seungcheol x gender neutral reader

Rating/Warnings: 18+, dry humping

Synopsis: Seungcheol had a bad day at work and just wanted to relax

Word Count: 1300-ish

Seungcheol had a rough day at work. All he wants to do is fall face first into bed and scream into his pillow. The morning traffic was awful, he hit every red light, he was given the wrong coffee order but was in such a rush that he didn't know until it was too late and he was long gone from the coffee shop. All of his clients were rude, there was something wrong with everyone's accounts that he had to fix, so he was late getting off work. Of course, with it being Friday he couldn't have a good day and was fated with a rough end to the week.

You've been together long enough that you were able to pick up on the frustration of his sighs, no matter how faint they are.

As much as Seungcheol wants to head to bed, he can't. Not when he sees you lounging in your new reading chair enjoying what he assumes is another cute romance novel. You peek up and over your book to give him a sweet smile and your eyes say a million words. That you're there for him. Seungcheol straightens his posture and has to fight back tears that are threatening to fall.

let-me-be-your-cinema

ᎯᏨᎬ ᎾᎰ ᎻᎬᎯᏒᏖᏕ - ᏝᎬᎬ ᏕᎬᎾᏦᎷᎨᏁ

a/n: this is a little spinoff for bomticc seokmin. a lovely anon requested some expansion because they appreciated the asexual representation through his character, so i figured, why the hell not! i'm so glad that my work can validate people and make them feel safe. as always, enjoy! <3

content warning: brief mentions of sexual assault. it isn't detailed in any way but i want everyone to be aware of what they're about to read.

relationships: very brief seokmin x seungcheol; implied future seokmin x joshua

wc: ~1.9k

we cannot change the cards we are dealt, just how we play the hand.

-Randy Pausch, "The Last Lecture"

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Seokmin was sitting in a booth in Maroon Chai, swinging his legs and sipping a hazelnut latte. Every once in a while, Joshua – who was drying mugs behind the counter – would shoot him a “you’re still here alone?” glance overflowing with pity and something… deeper and not quite readable. Well, he could stuff his pity.

Seokmin rolled his eyes and glanced at his watch. 2:20 PM. He was supposed to be here twenty minutes ago. Seokmin sighed and made to leave, not missing Joshua’s pointed stare, when Seungcheol burst through the door with a jacket slung over his shoulder, looking like he had just run two miles to get there.

Joshua smiled tightly. “Hello, Seungcheol. I almost wasn’t expecting you.” He turned and began busying himself with what he knew Seungcheol usually ordered.

Seungcheol blinked before turning to Seokmin. “I’m so sorry I’m late, I was…” He paused, clearly trying to think of an excuse that would be more acceptable than whatever actually held him up, but then thought better of it and shook his head. “I’m just sorry. I don’t usually run late but sometimes things happen.”

“It’s alright,” Seokmin reassured him with a soft smile. Jeonghan and Seungkwan, ever the perfect enemies to besties trope, had set him and Seungcheol up for coffee. They had reassured him that with their track record, even if romance didn’t blossom between them, a friendship would sprout up like those flowering weeds that society groomed people into hating.

In Seokmin’s opinion, this outing was headed in the weedy direction. Seungcheol was nice, he had a good sense of humor, a warm smile, and balanced a baby face with the body of a linebacker in training better than most, despite having played baseball instead. But every time Seokmin would catch Joshua’s wandering eyes that the latter was clearly trying to disguise as routine managerial surveillance, the sinking feeling of doubt in his stomach would get slightly heavier.

“Apologies, but I don’t think we should see each other again like this,” Seokmin stated bluntly as he and Seungcheol grabbed their coats to leave the café.

Seungcheol paused, half of his arm through a sleeve. “Alright, I have to admit that I wasn’t exactly feeling sparks either.” He shrugged the rest of his jacket on and held the door open for Seokmin to walk through.

Seokmin smiled weakly. “Glad we’re on the same page, then. Have a good rest of your day, Seungcheol.” The two parted ways just outside, heading in opposite directions.

Seokmin sighed, hands buried deep in his pockets and face tucked tight into the collar of his outerwear. He couldn’t help but ponder the nature of the date. There was politeness in the air, but throughout the hour and a half the two spent together, they couldn’t penetrate the stiff energy that their conversations held. Is this how all of my dates are going to go? he wondered as he scurried home. His usual trademark bubbliness hadn’t surfaced at all in the coffee shop, which was incredibly rare.

Normally, Seokmin would snag a second date to truly test the waters. Kind of like how it’s often encouraged to try a second bite of food before deciding whether it’s truly despicable. But this time, Seokmin was too fed up to even bother. He didn’t feel a physical pull from his potential love interests the way his friends did. His pull relied on a feeling of safety and understanding, and it seemed that his receptors were burned out. He furrowed his brow as he climbed the stairs of his apartment building. Maybe he was more demiromantic than he thought? He did feel more romantic potential for himself around his single friends…

Seokmin shook his head with the hopes of clearing the thoughts from his mind. Now wasn’t the time for intense, abstract contemplation about the relative absurdity of his identity. Now was the time for curling up on the couch and rotting, preferably with a giant brownie sundae in hand and some trashy reality show or soap opera on the TV.

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Seokmin was home for the week. A rare occurrence, seeing as he would often disappear for days at a time without warning. His friends hated it, but they had his location, so really, it was their faults that they often didn’t know where he was. Being home, he saw no reason why he shouldn’t invite them all over.

So there they all were, scattered across his living room. Jeonghan was sprawled across the back of the couch like he owned it (he didn’t, but good luck trying to tell him that). Jihoon was practically horizontal in a recliner, eyes closed, apparently trying to block out his surroundings. Soonyoung was trying to scramble onto the chair with him but failing miserably, as he was surprisingly uncoordinated in any context other than the dance studio. Yn and Joshua were settled on the floor giggling to each other. There was a perfectly usable loveseat right there but clearly proximity was of the utmost importance.

Jun flounced into the room, iced tea in hand, and catapulted himself over the back of the couch to sit next to Seokmin. In doing so, he used Jeonghan’s ass as a launchpad, earning a startled yelp and an “I told you to stop doing that!” from the other. “Seok, buddy, pal, I know you don’t drink for whatever mysterious tree dweller reason, but would it kill you to have a six pack or two in your fridge for those of us who do when you plan a hangout?” He threw his arm around Seokmin’s shoulder and squeezed a little too tight, as was his style. “Or are you scared of getting I.D.’d by a twenty-year-old who doesn’t get paid enough to care whether your license is legit?”

Seokmin shrugged. “I guess I just didn’t think about it, I’m so used to not drinking by now that it barely occurs to me outside of a bar that other people actually choose to do it.” He side eyed the man whose arm was still boa constricting his upper body. “And if you can’t get through a get-together without something like that, then maybe you need to reconsider some things.”

Jun blinked, taken slightly aback by the bite in Seokmin’s words. “That’s not- I wasn’t- It was a joke.” He slowly retracted his arm, sharing a concerned look with Joshua across the room. “Are you okay, man?”

Seokmin sighed. “Yeah, I think so… I don’t know, actually, I’ve had boring date after boring date, I’ve been having some really nice thoughts and feelings about…” He oh-so-subtly glanced over at Joshua. “Somebody. And on top of that, I’ve also been having some flashbacks that tonally are pretty much the exact opposite of those feelings.”

That got Jihoon’s attention, at least somewhat. He peeked an eye open. “Flashbacks of what, exactly?”

Seokmin bit his lip, worrying it between his teeth. “So, we all know that I kind of fit the rose-colored glasses stereotype when it comes to romance, right?” After receiving nods from the rest of the room, he continued, “Well, mine aren’t so much glasses as rose-colored contacts. I have to all but gouge my eyes out in order to be realistic.”

Yn grimaced. “Yeah, contacts are a bitch.” They smirked. “I wear glasses mostly; I only wear contacts when Vernon and I-”

Joshua clapped a hand over their mouth. “I think he’s the last person that you want to be talking about that with, darling.”

Seokmin chuckled dryly. “That’s another thing. I’m ace, we get it, we’ve beaten that horse to death and desecrated its corpse.” Next to him, Jun winced at the visual. “But I’m constantly debating whether to lean into discussions and jokes about sex and risk being invalidated or to express disgust every time and be labeled a stereotype.” He groaned, digging the heels of his palms into his eyes. “You know that emoji of the person just standing that people use to express shock or indecision? That’s the most accurate comparison I can draw.”

Jeonghan gently moved Seokmin’s hands away from his eyes, giving them a light squeeze. “I’m sorry, bub, people need to understand that you’re still a whole person and won’t function like the cardboard cutout of your orientation.” He shifted to wrap his arms around Seokmin’s shoulders before continuing, “But you were talking about flashbacks a minute ago and I don’t want you to drift so far down the river that you can’t get back to shore, so do you want to continue with that?”

Seokmin nodded. “I used to drink pretty frequently in college. Almost every weekend I would go out, get drunk, and then stumble home.” He shifted uncomfortably on his cushion. “I was seeing this one person at that time, who technically knew I was asexual but I guess lacked enough of an understanding of the orientation?”

Jun rolled his eyes. “Annnnd, here we go. Yet another self righteous asshole who can’t rotate their eyeballs around to examine their own shortcomings.”

“That’s a pretty accurate description, actually,” Seokmin admitted. “Just, you know, add in the fact that those shortcomings extended to personal crimes.”

Soonyoung cocked his head cautiously. “W-When you say personal crimes…”

Seokmin swallowed slightly painfully before recounting the night that made him go permanently sober. He spoke of the club lights that made his vision go blurry at the edges before he had a single drink. The bass thudding in his chest from the house music that was just bordering the precipice of too loud. Losing just enough of the composure that he had started to regard as a standard for himself. Being pulled off the dance floor into one of the dingy single-use bathrooms. The glass shattered on the floor, blood-red grenadine puddles pooling across the scuffed tile. The hands that wandered where they shouldn’t, attempting to claim him as their own.

By the time Seokmin finished, the air in the room had gone stale, silent, still. Everyone sat frozen, whether out of shock or fury, he couldn’t tell, like they were all scared to even breathe lest they force themselves to acknowledge their friend’s reality through oxygen intake. The only one who voluntarily moved was Jihoon, who had shot up into a ramrod straight position, causing Soonyoung to go flying towards the opposite wall, spluttering like a fish out of water.

Yn took a shaky breath before asking, “Are you okay, Seokmin?” They bit their lip so hard that Seokmin was worried they’d draw blood.

Seokmin nodded slowly. “As okay as I can be, I guess. I never saw them again after that.” He leaned back into Jeonghan’s reassuring squeeze. “Must’ve felt guilty.”

Jihoon chuckled darkly. “Please. People like that hardly have a conscience.”

Jun looked to be frozen solid, like someone had dumped a bucket of water on him. His voice barely reached an audible decibel when he spoke. “So… Can I become a boa constrictor again?”

Seokmin snorted a quiet laugh before nodding. Before Jun could move, Joshua dove and intercepted Seokmin in a bone-crushing hug, almost knocking Jeonghan off the couch. One by one, the others moved to embrace him as well.

Seokmin smiled softly. With friends like these, who needs romance? he thought to himself. He tightened his hold around Joshua’s waist. Oh, who am I kidding.

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let-me-be-your-cinema

𝓫𝓲𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓸𝓯𝓯 𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓷 𝓲 𝓬𝓪𝓷 𝓬𝓱𝔀𝓮

chapter 18: our boy has done it

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a/n: as promised, they talked things out like adults. the final two chapters will be posted next week! and we'll find out how things go with jun and minghao 🤭 as always, enjoy! <3

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let-me-be-your-cinema

𝓫𝓲𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓸𝓯𝓯 𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓷 𝓲 𝓬𝓪𝓷 𝓬𝓱𝔀𝓮

chapter 17: the traps are filled with peanut butter

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a/n: we are rocketing hard to the end of this fic, holy guacamole. everyone will develop better communication skills, i promise. as always, enjoy! <3

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let-me-be-your-cinema

𝓫𝓲𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓸𝓯𝓯 𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓷 𝓲 𝓬𝓪𝓷 𝓬𝓱𝔀𝓮

chapter 16: fast track to the drunken ditch

wc: ~1.3k

maroon chai was, well, hopping. yn hated to admit it, but chan really did know how to pack a place even better than jihoon. really said something about modern consumer culture that virtually substanceless hype tracks performed better than genuine, painstakingly crafted expressions of the soul. yn’s eyes narrowed as they slowly sipped their espresso martini. jihoon, who was perched at the bar in the seat next to them, shot them a side eye.

let-me-be-your-cinema

𝓫𝓲𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓸𝓯𝓯 𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓷 𝓲 𝓬𝓪𝓷 𝓬𝓱𝔀𝓮

chapter 14: yn shit society

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a/n: dino doesn't deserve this abuse, you're right, but for shits and giggles vernon is gonna tear out his throat over the internet. also jun is a simp. as always, enjoy! <3

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let-me-be-your-cinema

𝓫𝓲𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓸𝓯𝓯 𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓷 𝓲 𝓬𝓪𝓷 𝓬𝓱𝔀𝓮

chapter 13: lay it on us, huitiful

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a/n: i fucking love writing hao and kwan honestly, they're such little shits. also dino is in fact my self insert here because i too would cave to dino nuggies and perhaps mac and cheese. as always, enjoy! <3

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let-me-be-your-cinema

𝓫𝓲𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓸𝓯𝓯 𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓷 𝓲 𝓬𝓪𝓷 𝓬𝓱𝔀𝓮

chapter 12: yandere by proxy

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a/n: out here prepping for the climax >:) the urge to just drop everything at once with no regard for pacing is strong, but in an effort to get this lil guy to 20 chapters i'm exhibiting truly remarkable levels of self-restraint.

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let-me-be-your-cinema

𝓫𝓲𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓸𝓯𝓯 𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓷 𝓲 𝓬𝓪𝓷 𝓬𝓱𝔀𝓮

chapter 11: rip to soonyoung's funny bones

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a/n: I'M BACK! i should hopefully be able to keep up a somewhat regular posting schedule for most of the month, so gear up! also, stray kids was in fact amazing and the pcd is gutting me so 10/10.

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let-me-be-your-cinema

𝓫𝓲𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓸𝓯𝓯 𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓷 𝓲 𝓬𝓪𝓷 𝓬𝓱𝔀𝓮

chapter 10: international day of pondering

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a/n: well, shit has officially hit the fan. wanted to make things interesting because i'll be in chicago for a few days (stray kids woo), so this will likely be the only chapter this week. as always, enjoy! <3

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let-me-be-your-cinema

hey coups, anyone can cook!

a/n: another super fun request! i love writing about silly little shenanigans. as always, enjoy! <3

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let-me-be-your-cinema

mingyu's drunken confession

a/n: i needed to break up the monotony of bomticc because the writer's block is vengeful as hell. thank you anon pookie for requesting, and as always, enjoy! <3

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let-me-be-your-cinema

𝓫𝓲𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓸𝓯𝓯 𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓷 𝓲 𝓬𝓪𝓷 𝓬𝓱𝔀𝓮

chapter 9: send the damn receipts

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a/n: this chapter is dedicated to the person who commented under the last post saying how they needed the next one. you motivated me to get this out as soon as i did, so thank you. also sorry to the vernon biases for making him exhibit freak behavior (not really, cry about it lol). as always, enjoy! <3

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