#and draw every strand of hair (didn't i say never again? whoops)

[comradekatara]

a quick doodle to commemorate korrasamiversary, the most important day in the history of humankind

[averysmallscreamingfrog]

"you mean she isn't just smoking a cigarette?" (Three Weed Smoking Girlfriends x GNReader)

screams. i can't remember why i decided to do this but i have got to follow through. will i make this into a series? i mean who knows, certainly not i.

cw: use of the word queers, mentioned past manipulation and bullying (some towards reader), kind of bittersweet ending??? maybe i'll make a part two to fix that whoops

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A deep sigh escaped your nose as you shuffled out of the bar and into the street. You had joined a small handful of people as they left the bar as well, fully understanding what was about to happen. Jory didn't mess around when people disrespected him. Everyone in this town knew that.

It was a small town. Everyone knew everyone and you'd lived there your entire life. Some complained and couldn't wait to get out of town the second they graduated, some stayed home, comfortable in the world they grew up in and knew. You were more the latter type. Not that you weren't curious what lied in wait for you out in the big wide world. You actually had a few friends who had moved away after school.

Blaiz, Chas-Chas, and Funk.

You'd met them in the beginning of your sophomore year at Green Grove High and you had hit it off right away. They were only best friends then. You were all weird kids without a solid friend group, social floaters that never really fit in. Being the labelled 'queers' of the school didn't really help. You hadn't figured yourself out yet by that time. They all identified as bisexual and smoked weed like it was water. That's what led to their infamous relationship with Jory.

Everyone knew Jory, just how everyone knew your group of floaters. He was better known for his position in the school social pyramid as the the quarterback on the football team and as a huge bully. He was a player and in your completely unbiased opinion, a gigantic loser.

Well, maybe not completely unbiased. You had been there through the entirety of his relationship with the girls. You'd seen everything.

He met Blaiz first, apparently catching her skipping class to smoke. He genuinely thought she was smoking a "weed cigarette" and refused to call them anything other than "a bunt" despite being corrected several times. They were on and off for a while until he turned to Chas-Chas, then Funk, then all three of them together. In the beginning they were pretty happy and you were happy for them! As far as high school relationships go, it seemed pretty fulfilling and well-meaning for a while. That was until Jory really started to show his true self.

He'd picked on you a few times before his relationship with the girls, but it only got worse when it began. You slowly started to notice how angry he would get, how he was pushing the girls to leave you behind more often, and if you tried to talk to them without him around he would be furious with you and threaten you.

It felt insane how in a matter of months he'd managed to make them completely abandon you.

You didn't talk anymore, you didn't hang out, you were pretty sure they'd even blocked you on discord. You still kept an eye on them though. You reached out whenever you could, not that they would respond. You noticed the way they started to close themselves off. Blaiz wasn't nearly as confident anymore, Chas-Chas was always hanging off Jory's arm and she looked dead inside. Funk... you were pretty sure Funk had even stopped writing music because of him. It broke your heart. After a year of no contact from them had gone by you were going to give up.

Until that summer when Blaiz showed up at your home at 3 in the morning with red eyes and a raw throat to match, Chas-Chas and Funk in similar states right behind her. You let them in with no question. When you sat them down on your couch Chas-Chas broke down into Funk's arms and it was clear that they'd all been upset for quite a while. You looked to Blaiz in worry, but all you got was a tired shake of the head as she rested her own head on Funk's shoulder and entwined their hands together.

That night started the rekindling of your friendship. Your senior year you spent every hour together. It didn't matter what you were doing, be it hanging out while they smoked, listening to Funk's fresh tunes, cuddling with Chas-Chas, drawing with Blaiz, or (as you spent most of your time) doing some combination of it all while you hid from Jory.

He was different now. You'd learned that night they had broken up with him. He had pummeled some freshman who made a joke about him overreacting and the kid ended up in the hospital. That was their breaking point. He'd been angry before and he was getting out of control. They were scared of him. So they finally left him and you had practically become public enemy number 1 to him. If they saw him coming they ushered you away and if he tried to talk to them again you'd drag them away as quick as you could. All of you were mildly terrified of him.

It was like that for all of senior year and even a while after you graduated. You stuck together and took an off year before any of you went to college. It was nice then and much easier to avoid him. After that they all decided they wanted to move on. Which you understood, they had promising careers waiting for them.

Chas-Chas wanted to be a therapist and all of you supported her ferociously. She was one of the kindest and most caring people you would ever meet, a listener, and a little emotional. She loved hanging out with you because you would always drop what you were doing to hold her, running your fingers through her dark hair.

"Your scalp massages are godly," she'd always say in her sweet little voice, "I don't think I could ever live without them."

"What about the content of my character? Am I only good to you as a head massager? I'm hurt!"

She'd catch the teasing tone in your voice, but every time and without fail she would giggle and sit up to hold your hand as she listed the things she loved about you.

Funk was chasing her dream of being a musician. She'd been dead set on it since you had met her and the girls, even tried to get the four of you to form a band at one point. (It was a good attempt but it failed miserably. You, Blaiz and Chas-Chas were not nearly as musically inclined as her.) You loved the uncharacteristic excitement that would overtake her every time she discovered something new and musical.

"Y/N!!!" You keeled over, quickly grabbing the legs that wrapped around your waist as a pair of hands pulled back on your neck and nearly choked you. Any normal person would freak out, but seeing the uneven strands of blue leaning over your head you relaxed.

"Wh-"

"You're coming over to my house after school today! I just made up a new melody and I need your opinion and your memory so I don't forget it by the end of classes today."

You laughed lightly, now carrying her off to her next class (It was practically on the other side of the school from yours but you didn't mind being late, it wouldn't be the first time).

Then there was Blaiz.

Blaiz...

She was the one who kept all of you in line. She made you make up if you argued, she shot down all of the stupid ideas, fixed you up if any of you got hurt in the process of said stupid ideas with a sigh and a gentle "I told you so". She was a guardian angel and all of you loved her.

Almost as much as you all loved each other.

This thought brought you out of your head as you trudged across the street towards your apartment. The bittersweet memories always made you wish you had ben just a little more self aware back then. Maybe you could have had your own relationship. Maybe you could all have forgotten about Jory and the past and lived happily ever after in the kingdom of sunshine and rainbows.

Maybe you should move out of town. Then maybe you could stop thinking about them. For now however, you would spend another night alone in your apartment with your memories.

i misspelled expected but im not gonna make another makesweet gift to fix it 😀