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maeleelee · 1 year

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Chapter Fourteen

Cotton Candy Landing

What goes up must come down. And as everyone from Orbit lands, more secrets are unveiled and will lead them to run. But will this path lead them to happily ever after or should they turn around?

Welcome back to the family of stoners. They’re all grown up and settling down. Everyone’s got full time jobs and some went and got married. Life is finally looking good for most. (Y/n has been turned into Bun Bun because this story follows a different lead.)

⚠️minors DO NOT interact⚠️

Warnings:

Jess stood by the car staring at the house that she used to live in. "You okay?" Yeosang's voice brought her out of the trance she was in.

"Yeah. I’ll be okay. It’ll take me a minute to get my essentials, I’ll try and be quick. Thank you for coming with me.” Jess smiled softly at Yeosang. As happy as she was with San, she still couldn’t understand why she wasn’t enough for Jisung.

“I know that look. Don’t do that to yourself. This isn’t your fault. This is his fault. You’re amazing, wonderful, the kindest soul. Stop thinking whatever you are because my wife would be very upset with her soulmate thinking down on herself.” Yeosang told Jess, pulling her into a hug.

“Mae’s lucky Yeo Yeo. Take care of her because Cassi will take her from you if you don’t.” Jess giggled.

“We won’t have to worry about that because she’ll be taken care of and we’ll step up and take care of her wifeys and soulmate and babies if we need too. Now come on. Let’s get your stuff so we can move you into your new place.” Yeosang smiles brightly. “Let’s kick this bitch to the curb.”

“Let’s do it.” Jess smiled. Her support group was amazing. No one questioned her decision in this whole matter and she appreciated that. She knew who she was meant for and that was Choi San.

Jess walked to the door and knocked on it. She heard foot steps and a giggle. The door open and Jisung stood there, widen eyed at Jess. “What are you doing here?”

“I’m just here to get my things.” Jess told him. He looked behind her and saw Yeosang and then looked back at her.

“Give me a minute.” He mumbled and closes the door. She rolled her eyes and just walked inside the house.

She laughed when she saw the scene in front of her. Jisung was talking to a girl, who was in Jess’ clothes. There were clothes everywhere. She should have known. “Who’s this?” The girl asked.

“Oh just a friend.” Jisung said to the girl, making Jess laugh again. Jess turned to Yeosang, who was walking into the house.

“Just a friend.” Jess told Yeosang, who rolled his eyes. “Don’t lie to the poor girl. Bet you didn’t even tell her you were dumped at the alter for cheating on me.” Jess said, making the girls eyes grow wide.

“Excuse me? Alter? You were getting married? How long ago did that happen?” Jisung rubbed the back of his neck, his ears getting super red.

“I- i umm. I-“ he couldn’t speak. What was there to say? He was in trouble either way at this point.

“Well the wedding was about a week ago.” Jess told the girl. “He cheated at his bachelor party and then acted like he didn’t when I showed him the proof.” The girl took a step back.

“I’m so so sorry. Oh my gosh. I should have known. Something was suspicious and I couldn’t figure it out.” The girl looked at Jess. “He told me he was house sitting for his sister and that she wouldn’t care if I wore her clothes.”

Jess shook her head. “It’s alright. He good at that. Making you feel like he actually cares and then he hits you a lie. He cheats baby. Protect yourself and get out while you can.”

“Yes ma’am.” The girl said and then turned towards Jisung. “Fuck you.” She spit in his face and slapped him across his face. “How dare you cheat on someone as pretty and as sweet as her?!”

“Can I help with anything?” The girl pouted and Jess shook her head.

“You did me a favor by slapping him. Just get out while you can.” Jess whispered.

“Good. Anything to help.” The girl said.

“Jess please. Just hear me out.” Jisung had been trying to talk to her this whole time she was gathering her stuff.

“Oh my gosh. Can you shut up?” She groaned. “You talk too much.” She spun around and looked at him. “I’m not here to hear you out. I’m here to get my stuff and move out. Away from you. I want nothing to do with you anymore. At all. So just go away.” She turned back and picked up a box. Yeosang took it from her and went to walk out when he hear Jisung start talking again.

“Oh I see what’s going on. You’re fucking all of them, aren’t you? Reasons he’s here and not San. Does Mae know? Does Mae know you’re fucking her men? The ones shoe just married?” Jess slowly turned towards Jisung.

“What did you just say?” Jess questioned.

“I asked if you were fucking them.” Jisung spat.

“Jess.” Yeosang said. “Ignore him.”

“Yeah. Listen to him. Listen to the man you’re fucking behind your best friends back.” Jisung smirked.

“That’s low Han Jisung. Even for you. You’re filth, trash, desperate, low life, and there’s so much more I can say but I won’t. You were everything to me. My best friend before we got together. I waited for you for years. I settled for something I thought was great. I settled for you and honestly, I regret it. Regret thinking I loved you. Regret thinking I’d spend the rest of my life with you. You’re not worth my time. You don’t deserve to know what happens to me anymore. Mae is and will forever be my soulmate. And I have all the other girls behind me as well. No matter what I say, you’ll always think differently.” She took a deep breathe. “And to answer your question, I’m not fucking any of them.”

“Could of fooled me. San’s not here. Where’s the man who stole you for me? Why is he not here? It’s funny how he let you come without him.” Yeosang went to step towards Jisung but Jess put her hand on his chest. “Yes. Somethings going on between you and shit for brains here.”

Jess laughed. She laughed in Jisung’s face. “Honestly, even if something was going on, it’s not your business. Plus, Mae would know because I’m not a lying two-face asshat who cheats. So when I come get the rest of my stuff tomorrow, be out of here.” Jisung’s eye grew wide, he knew he couldn’t bring her back now. She was gone.

“Don’t come crawling back to me when he leaves you for Mae again. Because apparently you all like to share.” Jess couldn’t do this anymore and swung. She hit Jisung in the jaw, smiling when she heard the break. He sat there holding his jaw, tears streaming down his face.

Jess bent down to where he was on the floor. “There’s one thing that won’t happen and that’s crawling back to you. My life is looking up. Karma will be by and when she shows up, she’ll be smiling brightly. Good bye Han Jisung.”

She stood up and grabbed another box and smiled at Yeosang. “That’s my girl.” The relationship they had, didn’t need explaining. She had the same relationship with Mae and Wooyoung. They were her family, all of the group was her home, and San was her safe place.

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cf56 · 2 years

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My thoughts on episode 10

SPOILERS for season 3, episode 10 of the Animaniacs reboot

So that's great. I took two hours to write this entire review, and then with one press of control + Z, it was completely gone. Great site Tumblr. Really works as intended.

I was in a better mood, but having to rewrite this ENTIRE thing sucks so badly. I try to give my genuine thoughts as I go, and it's impossible to replicate that on the second try. I want to scream. Why can't this week just go right?

So now you're getting a negative opening for what was a super positive review. I seriously want to punch a wall. A website meant for long posts doesn't have an editor designed for them. That's just great.

I can't rewrite that whole thing. Just have a collection of screenshots and some jumbled thoughts.

I'm sorry for Pinky and the Brain fans that their final showing was so short. I didn't like Brain talking about the "endlessly repetitive formulaic rebooted franchise that relies on just a handful of tired characters." You can say it's the writers taking a shot at themselves, but it really isn't. It's not their show. They didn't create the characters. Combined with the ending, it just feels a little disrespectful to the people who put their heart and soul into creating this show in the first place, and to the fans who genuinely love these characters.

Look at them being silly!

I can't gush enough about the song. Such cute animation, such powerful music!

I teared up while listening to it this time. I'll probably do the same on every future watch.

I liked that Wakko was right about everything and had the idea that saved the day. The Warners literally saved the world and they'll still be treated like garbage by everyone around them.

The Joe segment was funny, especially the zoom out at the end. I liked hearing "Waltzing Matilda" in the background.

Dot was so cute wanting to go on the teacups, just being infatuated with the idea of spinning around in a little teacup!

This segment is the epitome of "this is my life now."

Poor Wakko has the worst luck. The SAME CLOWN just happened to be at this carnival? At least we know he got down from Mars.

I thought it was weird to have two cataclysmic endings for the reboot six minutes apart from each other. Although they say this sketch was written for season 1, I find it really hard to believe that this wasn't originally meant to end the season/reboot, especially with Dot's quip at the end. I'm not sure I would want this to be the ending, though. It would have sucked if the Warners were the ones who explicitly ended their universe and killed everyone inside. That would have proven everyone right about their destructive nature all along.

I thought this was a refreshing segment. Slappy sounded and looked great. Like I expected, it was short and there was no Skippy, but I'm happy it exists. I was surprised and happy to see that they got Sherri Stoner to return for work on the reboot.

I liked how Everyday Safety was just a never-ending cascade of total nonsense.

The Council is not pleased.

I thought Wakko's bottle song was catchy. I liked that it actually sounded like Wakko blowing. I wonder if they got Jess to do that for real in the studio?

And the ending. I wrote four paragraphs about it, and it sucks so bad because I thought I made my points quite well. Let me try again.

I understand the metaphor with the abrupt and sudden ending. I know the asteroid is meant to represent Hulu. I just don't think they should have pushed their bitter disappointment with the show ending directly onto us. They should have thought it through a lot better.

If they were going to go doom and gloom, which they shouldn't have, they should've at least given the ending some emotional weight. How am I supposed to feel anything when the characters themselves don't show any reaction to their unexpected, oncoming violent deaths? I'm not saying it should have been super depressing with crying and begging. They just should have given a genuine reaction instead of doing business as usual. The closest set of siblings in the world is about to go out in a fiery blaze, and they're not even touching each other. They're just standing near each other awkwardly. Have them embrace and accept their death with a positive remark about how it was all worth it. That would at least give some closure.

What they should have done, if I could rewrite it from scratch, is give us a satisfying, happy ending. Show the Warners finally earning their freedom from the tower after 90 years. Maybe have them gaze at the sunset together, mirroring how the sun rose at the very beginning of the reboot. Even if they didn't have time to animate new scenery for something like that, anything would have been better for this. This ending just feels empty. It lacks any emotion besides pure shock and it feels like an F you to everyone who cares about the show. The creators might have intended that F you to feel like it was coming from Hulu, but Hulu didn't write this scene. The reboot writers did, and they had the power to leave us with something better. This could be the last Animaniacs we ever see.

I'm at least happy they attempted an ending. The original didn't have one at all. It just sucks that Animaniacs had to end unexpectedly and unsatisfyingly both times it's been suddenly cancelled. The reboot was supposed to fix that.

This was perhaps the most entertaining episode of the season for me. It has one of the greatest Animaniacs songs ever, maybe the best song of the season, I'm still not sure. I still love The Island of Dr. Warneau a lot, so I'm giving this episode a solid second place in my final ranking for the season.

Episode 6

Episode 10

Episode 3

Episode 9

Episode 7

Episode 4

Episode 2

Episode 1

Episode 5

Episode 8

That means that the majority of episodes this season are episodes I would consider really good. The top 4 are all episodes I would consider really great. I'll give my thoughts on the season as a whole in my collective season 3 review, but I'll need a few more days before I start writing that. I need some time to collect myself and reflect.

I'm sorry for how this review turned out. The first version felt a lot more positive, because in this attempt I just wanted to express my more well-developed thoughts, which happened to be criticisms. I liked this episode a lot. I just so desperately wish I hadn't lost that first version. It only adds to the most heavily conflicting mix of emotions I've ever felt in one week. I was feeling good, and now I'm knocked down again. I'm sorry to be the one putting so much negativity into the fandom. I want this to be a positive place for all. If I wasn't able to express my emotions here, though, I wouldn't be able to deal with them at all. So thanks to those that have been listening.

I encourage you to add to the discussion of this episode if you want. If you're from the future, please don't say anything about any of the episodes that come after this ;)

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oddlysweet · 1 year

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Joga Bonito

From the age of four, I played what we in the states foolishly refer to as soccer. Of course I played basketball and baseball like everyone else, to keep me out the streets and gangs as my well-meaning parents put it. Soccer was different, I loved it, and it loved me back. My early coaches would refer to me as a little Maradona, based on the way I danced with the ball. Little did I know then how similar our reasons for pursuing higher competition were. I had no limits and nothing but confidence. There was a year in my early youth where I missed out on a whole seasons due to yet another uprooting and move to a new area, and it was the most miserable of my young life yet. When I tried out, I noticed a new phenomenon, tiredness. I finally learned what catching my breath meant. Usually the fastest in any group, I still dominated but I learned to work harder to maintain my position.

I didn’t know then that it was my therapy, my meditation, but was certain it was my raison d’etre. When on the field, I ceased to be a confused brown kid surrounded by others who weren’t nice to me, or the negative, problematic black sheep of the family; I was a body attached to feet, an indispensable limb of a singular unit. Starting out in the forefront, as the crux of the offense, I collected goals like they were nothing, but as time went on, life and it’s cruelties weighed heavier on me, and my personality and demeanor off the field crept onto my sacred place. I lost whatever boisterous exuberance and happy-go-lucky common in children and became more reserved and unsure; as a result, I manifested performance anxiety and could hardly follow through anymore. It was like the impotence one feels when throwing a punch in their dreams.

My coaches took notice and put me in defense. I had no complaints, I resigned myself to my innate laziness and inability to play midfield and run throughout the whole length of the turf, never seeming to get a break. I remember one tournament hundreds of miles from home where my parents were extremely disappointed in my play and told me they wasted their weekend, and I would never earn my scholarships as I was. I was crushed. This was my game, my fun, and my identity; I had no ulterior motives, and unbeknownst to me, I depended on my dissociative more than anything else. They had perverted my treasure.

I was well aware of their disgusting tendencies to compare my brother and I to my three pairs of cousins nearby, one especially gifted boy, already in the Olympic Development Program. A couple years later driving back from a game, my father asked me if I had masturbated beforehand, as I had played terribly in his untalented and inexperienced opinion. This is the same man who autopsied his 6 & 8 year old sons’ puppy in front of them mere minutes after it took its last pained breath, if that gives you an idea of the lack of tact in this stunted man-child.

In high school, I was the most notorious stoner on campus, all while having never touched a drug. Although I did not understand it, I was carrying immense social anxieties, and after a lifetime of avoiding eye contact, I wandered the halls gazing at the floor or horizons, eliciting many a whisper and pointed finger, “look at how high he is.” I would later discover that I had the drunken eyes that the Mawlana would sometimes mention in his poetry. That almost brag-worthy trait didn’t stop my parents from drug testing me regularly from ninth grade on—never mind the pharmaceuticals they forced me on at the same age. Anytime friends invited me to get high with them or people cared enough to engage me on the subject, my answer was the same, “My life is soccer.”

Around that time, I found exactly where I belonged on the field, sweeping. I had no patience to constantly mark people, set plays or not. I had eagle vision, and for as long as I could remember, I always knew where each person was, friend or foe, without needing to look up. I understood the game better than anyone and at my usual home at half-field, was always reacting and mirroring what was taking place up ahead. When the flow switched and the counterattack was on, I supported my defenders and should they have failed, everyone in our bleachers could rest assured that I would take care of it; my slide-tackles were something to behold. So dependable was my work ethic and unmatched speed, that my coach referred to me as the “Wall.” I was finally growing into my own.

The varsity high school team before me won the championship, and after a mediocre junior year, my senior year was going to be different. My only competition was a kid a year younger, who played on the coach’s club team, and was the de facto captain & sweeper. Fate decided to throw me a bone, and during our first preseason friendly, he tore his ACL on a dryfire kick. I was back in my element now. I led the team to many shut outs, and soon everyone on my high school team learned why my club team gave me the nickname. We were tied for first for most of the season. The other team at the top was a private school home to a dozen of former and current teammates in the offseason, one of my closest childhood friends who played my opposite, and the fastest striker in the state who played on a national level. There was no doubt the latter two would go on to play NCAA division one next year.

I had been getting locked up all throughout high school, and what I missed most steaming with fury and rage at my incarceration was my inability to run with a ball. Each time, I lost more of my enthusiasm for life. One doesn’t get released until they play their game, which usually means taking their pills and expressing conformation with their brainwashed half-baked agenda—but I guess it was better than juvie. The last time I 5150’d it got upgraded to a two week hold that I got out of a week later but the damage was done. We had lost one game in my absence and I was put on anti-psychotic as well as an anti-convulsant on top of the ill-advised SSRI’s. When I was finally out, all I cared about was getting to settle the score with my Palestinian counterpart; as our last match was a draw, I was determined to show the world who was the better sweeper.

The game was intense and charged with emotion from the first whistle. I didn’t know it but I had gotten big, and each time I went up against someone for a header, he usually went down, to the incessant cries for a foul call from the opposing bleachers. Keep in mind that I grew up half the other side. I labored, carpooled, commiserated, and celebrated with these boys for half my life; already I felt betrayed. By some incredible luck, we managed to get one over on them. In the second half, we held our own. There was a one very close moment where I slid to clear in the penalty box but the abysmal condition of grass and it’s bumps caused the ball to hop completely over my foot and gave the appearance of a bad tackle when I took my friend out. The stands were in an uproar and his father was calling for a red card.

In all my years and hundreds upon hundreds of matches, including a couple dozen where I officiated, I had never seen a more useless referee. The opposing junior varsity team was also watching on their side, right next to their bench talking shit to us every chance they got. Thankfully my goalie handled business and he never held it against me; we had an almost psychic connection and could wordlessly communicate our next moves. Even if I wasn’t torn playing against those who I would fight alongside in the State Cup in just another month, I was a seventeen-year-old coming off another unnecessary and traumatizing trip to the psych ward, fresh off an egregious prescription, and messed up on Effexor. The complete lack of consideration for someone they had come to depend on help carry their sons to glory 8 months of the year was beyond my comprehension. I hated what they were doing, and the clueless twats on JV who couldn’t possibly understand what was transpiring were especially deserving of swift kicks in the face.

At some point the other side started to get desperate; bolstered by the ineffectiveness of the lame duck’s authority to facilitate a fair and safe game. They saw their all but guaranteed championship season in jeopardy for perhaps the very first time. They became shameless with their fouls, playing extremely dirty, to the point I worried for the safety of some of my smaller defenders. Perhaps 15 minutes into the second half, there was an obnoxiously blatant foul committed against my right, a wiry freshman, and out of desperation I yelled, “REF! Blow your Goddamned whistle!!!” The JV team loved this and mocked me instantly. I was so close to running up and kicking in their faces until I heard the little bitch’s voice who thought he was funny. Instead I took the briefest of deep breaths, and considered kicking the ball at them but settled for flipping them off.

Unfortunately for me, the assistant ref on the side closest to us was not one who was familiar with me, he hadn’t watched me play for years, and I like to think he was a little bit racist. He called the center to his side and they shared a few words. The most pathetic excuse for an authority I’d encountered thus far came up to me with a red card drawn, only my second in 13 years, and said, “He told me you gave me a two fingered salute, you are ejected.” First of all, what kind of cum stain would put it like that?!? I tried to protest but it was useless. The parents of my childhood friends cheered and stood for the decision. In the next 25 minutes, John and his team scored 4 goals on my 10-man team. I had no words. I just juggled for the remainder, not knowing what to do with the boiling blood in my vessels.

I had never in my life felt so low, disappointed or furious with myself. My friend took me aside and hugged me afterwards, sensing how much more I lost than just a game, but I had no love left for my former teammates; if I was white and had access, it would have been one of those mass shooting moments and all of them would have become orphans—to give you an idea what coming off pills teenagers should never be in the first place is like. I missed the next two games, which didn’t really matter as they were non-issues and barely felt deserving enough to play in the last one of the season;I let everyone down, and pissed away a future I was dreaming of since I was four…in one instant. I would later find out there were college scouts out that game. We ended the season in more humble placings, and miraculously still qualified for the playoffs as the last seed, though we didn’t realize until it was too late and the spot was given to the next.

April came and it was time for the State Cup, but I worried myself sick into a 103 degree fever for the whole weekend. That was it. My only consistent friend throughout a life of dropping everything and moving to a new place, my crutch, my only solace was done with. Every few years my feet would touch a ball and I’d remember what joys it would bring me, but also the bitter taste in my mouth. I like to say I dance for no one, but when I’m with the ball, its hard to describe it as anything other than dancing. So I settle for freestyling and dribbling the hills of San Francisco to Dolores Park in hopes of getting a circle together, find a momentary hit of dopamine & nostalgia and wordlessly make friends every once in a while.

I’ve had a lot of time to stew on this moment. These memories of deep regret dominate in prevalence and intensity for me. Perhaps all these attempts at writing are about stuck moments I can’t get out of, where I left pieces of myself behind, but it does help me pull on a thread. When you think about it, politics and sports are exactly the same. One side has to lose for the other to win yes, but there’s also the question of fanaticism and polarity. I believe if it doesn’t pertain to natural laws of say Physics, the concept does not exist in nature. Polarity is completely of human construction, and exists, to perpetuate the schisms by which our masters maintain control over the infinite masses of us ordinary folk.

The binary model is beyond useless and irrelevant; it caters to the least enlightened of us—which turns out to be the majority—to make things simple. Yes or no, black or white, haves and have nots. Almost nothing of any substance worth discussing can be reduced to such red or blue pill answer. The culture war that ensues in this shit hole is a perfect symptom of that. We are sheep and quite pathetic to let things reach the state it has. The individual is weak and getting weaker. It is no surprise that a mob of weak individuals devolves into a Charles Manson wet dream.

Anyone who considers themselves intelligent, educated, righteous, sensitive, godly or aware, and proceeds to draw lines in the sand, to limit, to distinguish and differentiate between their fellow man, missed the point. That is my fundamental problem with conservatism, but in this sentiment lies the truth. We are all one, after the games over, you’re still going to have to see your former enemy on the field at the store shopping for groceries for their family.

Everyone to my knowledge is human, and that means we are flawed, fraught with inconsistencies and contradictions, always evolving and growing into a hopefully more perfect being—not by being right more often or gaining more of an audience, but by being able to understand those most who might seem the most different from oneself, on a deeper level. Therein lies another lie, that we are different. Of course we differ, like no two fingerprints are the same, we should find great relief in the fact that we are not a trillion identical cells with the same form and function, doomed to take part in and repeat the same eternity. Our varying grooves and kinks and traumas and varieties make this place worthy of living, but far too often does the individual sacrifice what makes them truly unique for the sake of comfort and safety and security.

Just like the loss of quality is unavoidable when scaling up in today’s paradigm, so to is the beauty of the human being when joining a club, religion, party and so on. Yes there is strength in numbers but at what cost. Go to any group of people with common values on any particular subject or aspect of being and it will take you only seconds to find a point of contention on an unrelated aspect of how their group identifies. Life is infinite and ever expansive, to draw a box to maintain some semblance cohesion or illusion of control is akin to constructing a mandala in the middle of a tornado. Belief is one of the strongest emotions and concepts to an individual, and to quantify, commodify, contrive and wrap it up into a nice sound byte or slogan to go viral is a great disservice to the progress of our species. We have far too much potential to continue to allow the same talking points to be recirculated decade after decade, to participate in the same foolish and futile notions that limit the spirit and cripple the mind.

If more people were acquainted with the god inside—which in my humble opinion is just a typo for good—then this place would be a far more welcoming place to participate in. Those that understand these simple truths of the world, unfortunately let the grand diversion that is our reality consume them and keep them downtrodden; they end up leaving before their happily ever after—which is the greatest tragedy of all. The rest of people, maintain the status quo, to the chagrin of the powers that be. What good Nazis most of us would make. People—specifically trippers, used to tell me that I was already there, that I didn’t need to drop LSD. I understand that, but I refuse to accept that my foolish grand villain scenario of dosing the world is the only solution to peace and understanding.

None of us are born evil. With very few exceptions, empathy is innate in every child, and it is only through growing up a little too fast, a little too cold, and without careful guidance that we end up learning to do without it, dimming its brilliant light and snuffing out it’s flames. It’s scary and vulnerable to resign oneself to the fact that we are all children trying our best but, to proceed in any other manner, does great disservice to all those before us, those yet to come, and one’s own quality of life and spirit. Love your soul first, in all likelihood, everyone’s favorite trillionaire-to-be will invent some way to shed the flesh and then what will be left with? Find some better friends, better role models, better aspirations, and virtues. Do not accept things as they are, because any child, with their fading wisdom of the cosmic intelligence will tell you things are not as they ought to be. To quote one of my favorite minds, “--some kind of terrible mistake had been made…”

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hawkinsharlot · 2 years

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eeeee Argyle content I wanna tell him that I think he’s the sweetest bc he’d be like “no way, you are you’re like a dream ☺️”

awww i could totally see this!! argyle being told he's sweet or cute or anything along those sorts always has me kicking my feet in the air like some love struck idiot

here's a drabble based on that :)

argyle x reader - drabble!

tw/cw; none!

summary; you're crushing on the cute stoner in at your new job

Even while you looked like hell, Argyle didn't seemed to mind. If anything, he seemed concerned more than anything. You had taken your lunch break on your job already, sitting out back after leaving the kitchen in a huff. Your supervisor wasn't doing the one job he was meant to be doing, supervising.

There you were. Sat on the curb and covered in marinara sauce. You weren't physically hurt, but you definitely left the building with a bruised ego. You envied people who didn't cry when they got mad. You weren't even fortunate enough to at least cry pretty.

"Hey, my dude! Taking that break-Woah, woah woah, hey, what's wrong?" Argyle closed a pizza box he had setting it down beside himself as he took a seat right on the curb next to you. As soon as you heard his voice, you begin to wipe your tears and nose, trying to look at least half way presentable, but then again, that's a bit hard to do when you're covered in pizza sauce. Argyle was settled by the time you looked over to him, concern painted his pretty face as he tilted his head in concern. Those big brown eyes always seemed to get you, making your heart race around inside your chest.

"I uh.. Had a bit of a slip up nearing my break," you explained, looking down to your shirt to point with your eyes. Argyle's followed as he nodded a bit, understanding. "Ah, man," he frowned a bit as he looked to you. Tears welled up in your eyes again as Argyle frantically tried to think of something, anything to say to comfort you.

"Hey, don't be too hard on yourself, okay?" he scooted in closer, rubbing circles on your back as you tried your best to compose yourself again. "Not everyone is super good at making pizza's at first," while his words weren't the most comforting at first, you'd give anything to distract yourself from crying even more.

You let out a soft laugh with the comment. "Yeah?" your poor voice is all stuffy. "Yeah!" Argyle echoed back in agreement. "Some people just have their thing, you know?" he perked up as he did his best to explain.

"Like how some people are just -uber smart without even trying. But then again, you gotta work your way there sometimes. All of this," he gestured to your sauce covered state, "This is apart of the process of pizza! You're getting there," he grinned. Honestly, his words weren't the most reassuring, but if there's one thing that Argyle knew how to do, it was make someone laugh.

"You think?" You sniffle a little bit, laughing as you dried your eyes

"Yeah! Of course. And to be fair, those sauce tubs are like, stupid slippery," He meant this in all seriousness but you couldn't help but laugh. He grinned a bit, he always did when he made you laugh.

"There we go," he sing songed a bit. His thumbs came up gently, wiping the tears away. "There's that smile," he grinned his stupidly cute grin right at you, only inches away from your tear stained face. You couldn't help but blush.

"God, Argyle," you shake your head a bit, grinning even more. He tilts his head again, "What?" he asked innocently. "Do I have something in my teeth?" he closed his mouth, running his teeth along his teeth as you laughed more. He was simply funny without even meaning to be funny. "No no," you shook your head, "You're just so goddamn sweet," your heart was doing front flips in your chest right now as you complimented him. When you looked back to him, he blink innocently, almost beckoning you to go on.

"You just always know what to do to make me laugh," you went on, taking off your Surfer Boy's hat and ruffling your hair a bit as a distraction. "You're just the sweetest," your face was burning at this point as Argyle grinned back, absolutely smitten it seemed.

"Well, I mean," he started, almost seeming somewhat nervous. He was rolling himself a joint after this, his nerves needed it. "How can I not wanna make you laugh with that pretty smile of yours?"

Oh. Oh wow. You could feel your face burning, you could feel your ears burning for Christ's sake. You laughed shyly, and again, you couldn't help but grin.

"That one!" Argyle nudged you playfully, "That one right there, bro," he too was his fair share of embarrassed at this point too, his tanned complexion turning a dark hue of pinkish red as his dimples appeared on his cheeks.

It was only after a few moments of laughing and awkward silence in which he finally broke the silence.

"What do you say a lunch later? Just us two... We can smoke before too, if you're into that," he asked nervously, averting his gaze as he waited for an answer.

There was that pretty smile once again.

"I'd love to, Argyle."

#argyle drabble #argyle #argyle x reader #argyle headcanons #stranger things

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veinsandknuckles · 4 years

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please write something w abed being comforted by his partner!! i don’t mind if it’s sfw or not!! just please make it soft and stuff! thanks!!

Very good prompt, thank you anon!!! Abed Nadir/Reader Abed shuts down, goes nonverbal and the reader helps him recover. PG-13 Content warnings: ableism, self harming stims, Autism Speaks (implied), reader and Abed are both hornballs (implied) I think I wrote a gender neutral reader, but if I didn’t succeed lmk what I should fix. Same goes for any content warnings I may have missed! -------- You turned heel and ran as soon as you heard Abed scream. There was nothing quite as painful, both sonically and emotionally, as that high pitched, drawn out shriek and you knew it never came until he’d been pushed well beyond his limits. It carried, too, before it trailed off - there was a good distance between your upcoming lecture and the library so by the time you threw open the door to the study room, you were out of breath.

Abed sat on the floor, hugging his knees to his chest and Britta crouched beside him, awkwardly patting his shoulder and waving a hand in front of his face.

When she saw you, she got to her feet to give you room. “I don’t know what happened, I found him like this.”

“Thank you, Britta.” You got to your knees in front of him and Abed stared right through you. It would be alright - you had a plan. “Abed, can you talk?”

Abed blinked. You drew a deep breath and looked him over. His grip was a little tighter, his posture was a little more hunched. You studied his hands - his nails were digging into his arms, he was hurting himself. As counterintuitive as it sounded and as heartbreaking as it was to see, you knew this was a good sign.

You kept your tone and face as neutral as possible so he wouldn’t have anything to interpret. “Can you make a sound?”

He screwed his eyes shut and after a pause, he managed a little hum.

“Alright, good. Last question, are we doing scenario A?”

This time the hum came quicker and stronger. Once meant yes, twice meant no. Silence meant he was beyond choosing. You turned to Britta.

“Britta, do you have Abed’s class schedule?”

“I think so.” She got out her backpack and started rifling. You could tell she was nervous, and like most nervous people, this meant she wanted to talk. “I should have a copy in my wallet, or I can get one from -“

“Can you find his professors and tell them what’s up?”

“Yeah. Yeah, I can do that.”

“Great, thank you. I’ll keep you updated.” You turned back to Abed. “Abed, I’m going to grab you.”

With a bit of effort, you managed to get him on his feet with his arm across your shoulders. He stood on his own but held on tight. “Good. Now we’re going to walk, just follow my lead.”

The sight of the two of you staggering awkwardly down the halls was enough to make practically everyone stop and stare. You knew from experience that glaring right back sometimes prompted people to get out of the way but usually didn’t remind them to mind their own business. Abed had told you he didn’t notice, especially not when he was this far gone, and that if he noticed, he didn’t care. That didn’t stop you hurting on his behalf.

It took some doing, but in less than five minutes you made it to the right door. Abed walked on his own now so he entered ahead of you and stood motionless in the middle of the room while you turned on the lights, shut and locked the door behind you and made sure everything was as you’d left it. Popularity with the dean might be a mixed bag, but it definitely had its perks and the use of this dilapidated, dank corner of the campus as an emergency hide-out was one of them.

You made sure to walk into Abed’s eye line before touching him again, then took him by the arm and led him to an armchair placed against the far wall. He sat and you sat beside him.

From under your own chair, you got out a box of emergency supplies and dug out a candy bar, thanking the stars that no rats or stoners had found this little stash yet. You peeled off the wrapper and handed it to Abed who held it in both hands and took a bite. Slowly, gradually, his breathing deepened and his limbs relaxed.

“What time is it?” His voice was steady but quiet.

“It’s twenty minutes past three.”

“I have a test.”

“That’s alright, you can take it over another day. Britta is filling everyone in”

Abed sighed. He’d finished the candy and wiped his mouth on his sleeve.

“You want another one?”

He held his hands out, but wide apart, and you placed the whole box in his lap so he could help himself.

It always baffled you when people insisted Abed was difficult to read - all you’d had to do to learn was watch, listen, use a very little imagination and then ask him to explain whatever wasn’t logically obvious. He fished out a Rubik’s cube and went to work of separating the colours as thoroughly as he could.

“Thank you,” he said and looked at you properly for the first time.

For now, as long as nothing caught him off guard and he was careful, the danger had passed. You smiled and squeezed his knee. “Always.”

“Aren’t you missing your classes?”

“Eh. I like to be a little unpredictable - keeps them on their toes.”

He smiled back. “People love a good mystery. Simple mysteries, anyway.”

“Who are you calling simple?”

Abed looked a little questioning, so you waggled your eyebrows to signal that you were kidding. His expression didn’t change. “You’re not simple. You figured me out and not even I got very far with that.”

“I don’t know about all that... it’s usually easier to understand other people’s problems than to understand your own.”

“I guess that’s true.” He seemed to be working through something, so you let him be until he spoke again. When he did, he sounded hesitant. “Will you get bored?”

“How do you mean?”

“Once you’ve figured me out.”

“Abed, you’re not a puzzle.”

“I don’t know. A lot of awareness campaigns would disagree with you.”

“No, I meant you’re not a puzzle because that implies a challenge.”

Now he stared at you and his slightly offended expression made you laugh. It might suck to always be called special, but it did still mean you were special.

“Being with you is not hard work. At least it isn’t hard work for me.” But Abed didn’t look reassured, so you went on. “Does it feel like I’m trying to solve you?”

“I’m not sure. You’re methodical. Maybe I just worry about it, so I look for signs...”

You reached out and put an arm around him. Abed leant his head on your shoulder.

“I don’t want to make you feel like that because it’s not true. I love all of you. If I just wanted to learn how to help someone through a shutdown, there’s easier ways to do that than dating you.”

“Cool.” He held up his hand and you laced your fingers between his.

“Should I do anything differently?”

“No... I just needed to be sure.”

“What happened to stress you out, anyway?”

“I don’t want to talk about it. It wasn’t interesting.”

You snorted. “Alright then.”

He leaned out, a small smile playing on his lips. “So, if you're not dating me for my mind, it must be because I’m physically irresistible.”

“Of course it is.”

“Cool.”

“Every time you talk about Inspector Spacetime I tune out your voice and imagine climbing you like a palm tree.”

“What?”

“I meant -“ you began, but then Abed waggled his eyebrows and you laughed. “Oh, I see. Very nice.”

“My mind was somewhere else.”

“Yeah, I bet.”

He pulled at you, gently, and you slipped out of your seat to sit on his lap. Abed put his arms around you and kissed you and the kiss still tasted of sugar. When he broke it, you felt short of breath for the second time that day.

You leaned your forehead against his to steady yourself and forced yourself to ask, “are you ready to get back out there?”

“Technically, yes. If I lie, will you stay here with me?”

“Of course.”

“Then I’m not ready.”

“Good. I was hoping you’d say that.”

#abed nadir x reader #abed x reader #abed nadir imagines #community fanfiction #abed nadir imagine #my fics #Anonymous #actually autistic #actuallyautistic

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bangtanloverboys · 3 years

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baked // myg

summary - it should be known that whenever you smoke, you tend to get a little extra needy for yoongi

pairing - stoner boyfriend!yoongi x girlfriend!reader

genre - smut, fluff; stoner au, established relationship au, good bad choices au

word count - 1.6k

warning - drug usage/smoking weed, shot gunning, lots of kisses, making out, oral sex, semi-public-sex (it’s at a party), sex while high, a singular bite, rip seokjin tho

author’s note - happy 420 my dudes! this is connected to my smau good bad choices it’s not relevant that you read it to understand the couple/dynamic. but if you’re interested in them, feel free to check it out. yes i accidentally posted this last week

The date was April 20th, meaning it was Seokjin’s annual 420 party. Apparently every year, he’d host a party at his place for him and his friends to just hang out, smoke weed, and chill out. Curled up next to your boyfriend on the couch, you watched as a joint was passed around, which was currently being handed off to Yoongi. You stared as he placed the filter between his lips, breathing in the smoke. As he pulled the joint away from him, Yoongi made eye contact with you and patted his lap. You scrunched your eyebrows, not quite understanding what he meant.

“He wants to shotgun it to you!” Seokjin called from the other end of the circle.

Your face began to burn, you looked back to Yoongi who had since breathed out his first toke. Biting your lip, you swung a leg over his lap. A smile grew on his face as you settled onto his thighs, straddling him now. “You don’t have to, if you don’t want to.” His voice was low as he clarified with you.

“I want to.” You responded.

Not breaking eye contact, he brought the joint back to his lips, inhaling deeply. When he pulled it away again, you moved to have your mouth hover over his. You closed your eyes as he exhaled, breathing in the smoke. His free hand sneaked it’s way up to the back of your neck, holding you still. Holding it for a few seconds, you breathed it back out. Immediately, Yoongi crashed his lips against yours, pulling you into a breathtaking kiss. There was a mix of groans and whoops as you kissed your boyfriend. Not wanting to give them too much of a show, you broke the kiss. With one last peck to his cheek, you flopped off his lap and let him pass the joint to the next person.

It wasn’t long until you began to feel the effects, your brain slowly melting as you cuddled closer to your boyfriend. The party continued on, Seokjin brought out food from the kitchen and turned on a movie. With an arm wrapped around you, Yoongi began to lean back further into the couch, taking you down with him. Now laying flush against him, you trained your eyes forward to watch the movie.

Unfortunately for you though, the movie did little to keep your attention. Instead, all you could focus on was the light drag of Yoongi’s hand as he gently rubbed your back. The touch, however innocent, sent chills down your spine. It should come as no surprise to you that when you got high, you ended up being more touchy feely with Yoongi (the few times you had smoked with him usually ended up with sloppy make out sessions and lazy touching). You turned your head up to look at Yoongi, who’s eyes were glued to the TV screen. Feeling you shift, he turned to meet your gaze.

“You alright, angel?” He questioned softly.

“Mmhmm,” you responded as you leaned closer to his face. Yoongi stiffened, but made no effort to stop you. You kissed his cheek, then his jaw, slowly peppering him with soft kisses.

His grip on you tightened. “What are you doing?”

“Nothing,” you whispered as your mouth found its way to his earlobe, giving it a slight tug between your teeth. Seemingly, that was all it took to wind Yoongi up as you felt his growing erection pressed against your thigh. Pulling away from him, despite the darkness of the room, you were still able to see a familiar dark look in his eyes as you looked into them.

“Go down the hall and to the left.” His voice was low, trying not to alert your friends that still surrounded you, watching the movie. Nodding, you peeled yourself from Yoongi’s body. Muttering a quick excuse about using the bathroom, you maneuvered your way around the people as you exited the living room. Following Yoongi’s instructions, you were met with a door. Just as you were opening it, you felt warmth behind you. A set of arms snaked around your waist. “You got needy, baby?”

Turning around in his hold, you faced him. Only answering him by pressing a kiss to his lips. He seemed to be satisfied with your answer, feeling him smile. One of his hands left your side, opening the door. The two of you stumbled into the room, never breaking the kiss. Kicking the door close behind him, he walked you backwards across the room until the back of your knees hit the edge of the bed.

You both tumbled down onto the bed, finally breaking the kiss to laugh. Gently, Yoongi scooted you up until your head rested on the pillows, the heavy scent of weed and incense filled your senses. Now hovering over you, Yoongi met your eyes, feeling all his overwhelming love and adoration. Your hand moved to cup his cheek, to which he kissed the side of your palm in return. A small gesture you’ve become acquainted with him, his own little way of telling you that he loved you.

Lowing his head, he captured your lips in another kiss. Your hand slipping from his cheek to the back of his head, you quickly threaded your fingers into his dark hair. Yoongi’s kisses always left you dizzy and you couldn’t get enough of it. Your world consisted of Yoongi and the feeling of his lips on you. Heat started pooling in your stomach, your body wanted more.

“Yoongi,” you whined, “more!”

“Hmm? What do you want more of?” He asked, his lips traveling down your neck, finding your sweet spot with no problem.

“You. Mouth. More.” You pouted. The weed in your system made your brain feel all fuzzy, the only thing you knew was clear was your want for Yoongi.

“You want me to go down on you, baby?” His breath was hot against your ear. The mere suggestion had you clenching around nothing. You nodded profusefly, but Yoongi tutted at you. “Remember, use your words.”

“Yes please. I want it.” The words flooded past your lips without any hesitation.

The next thing you know, Yoongi was pressing fleeting kisses over your clothed torso. On your collar bones, the swell of your breast, over your nipple, down your stomach. Once he reached your lower half, he slowly tugged down your leggings and your underwear. Tossing them away, Yoongi lowered his head to your fully exposed pussy, licking a fat stripe across your folds, his tongue flicking over your clit.

“Fuck!” You hissed, hands instantly flying to Yoongi’s hair. He chuckled against your folds before diving into you again. Your fingers knotted into his dark lots as he practically made out with your pussy. Your eyes rolled back into your skull as he alternated from fucking you with his tongue to sucking on your clit. The sensation had your head spinning, driving you insane. It was too much. “You’re eating me!” The words fell past your lips without any thought, as you tugged on his hair, pulling him away from you.

His lips were coated with your juices as he smirked at you. “Yeah, that’s kind of the point, babe.” His comment had the tips of your ears growing hot, he merely chuckled at your light embarrassment. “May I continue?”

“Y-yeah.”

With a wink, he began again, going a bit slower with his ministrations. You let out small moans and whines as he continued, occasionally bucking your hips up into his mouth. A coil in your gut began to tighten, you knew it was gonna snap soon.

“Fuck, I’m-I’m gonna cum.” Your hips bucked up, but a large hand splayed over your stomach, ceasing any further movement from you. “Yoongi, please! Fuck!” Waves of pleasure washed over your body as the coil snapped, throwing you over the edge. Yoongi kept going, not stopping until your legs were twitching, unable to take anymore.

Pulling away from you, he rested his head against your thigh, licking his lips clean of you. “Feel better?”

With heavy eyelids, you hummed in response, too tired to speak. Which only prompted him to bite into the flesh of your inner thigh. “Hey!” You frowned as Yoongi crawled back up over you.

“I give you an orgasm, and you only give me a ‘hmm’ in response? I’m hurt, angel.” He teased as he nuzzled into your cheek with his nose.

“Yes, I feel better.” You muttered, wrapping your arms around his neck, bringing him closer. “Tired.”

“You wanna sleep, baby?” He asked, although he really didn’t need to, seeing as you were already halfway in dreamland.

“Mmhmm,” you nodded, burying your face into the crook of his neck. You could feel the vibrations of his light chuckles. The two of you laid there for a while, before he tugged your arms away, freeing himself of your grasp. “Come back.” You pouted, missing his warmth already.

“Just taking off my pants. Get under the covers.” With a yawn, you pawed for the edge of the blanket before pulling it down and climbing in. Only a few moments later did you feel the mattress shift. Flipping on your side, you leaned into Yoongi, cuddling up to his warmth. “Night, angel.”

“G’night, Yoongi. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

The following morning, your eyelids felt so heavy; you could barely open them, despite the sunlight bleeding through the open window. Groaning, you turned on your side. Well turned over as much as you could with Yoongi’s arms wrapped around you, keeping you close to him as possible.

Just as you were about to fall back into sleep, the sound of the door swung open, and Seokjin’s voice called out. “Listen, I don’t mind y’all falling asleep in my room, but next time you fuck in my bed, I’ll kick you out.” With that, the door shut.

You were quiet for a few moments. “Did you really go down on me in Jin’s bed.” You mumbled, not bothering to open your eyes.

You could hear the proud smirk on his face. “Yeah, I did.”

#btsghostie #min yoongi x reader #yoongi x reader #yoongi drabble #bts x reader #bts stoner au #stoner yoongi #yoongi smut #yoongi fluff

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yikeslads · 4 years

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A Relaxing Evening - Yandere Sero Hanta x Reader

Trigger Warnings! - 18+ only. Non Con (sex and non con drug use). If this bothers you p l e a s e do not read this fic! You are responsible for your own consumption and this is your official warning. Also they smoke a lot of weed in this but I don’t think that really needs a warning but idk

Author’s Note: Hey guys! Long time no see (please don’t kill me, I’ve been hella busy). I’ve started my last year at university so I am super thrilled about that, just turned 21, and I have spent my entire summer working full time. But enough about me, I’m sure everyone is dealing with a ton with the pandemic plus whatever they have. Anyways, I will be doing my best to update more! I have a WIP that should be released soon (i only have like 400 words left) so that should be fun.

Big big big big thanks to @yanderart ! If you don’t know recognize the name, she is a phenomenal artist (both in visual and literary works, an icon) who shares the yandere/dark love. Thank you SO much for your super helpful edits/comments/encouragement with this <3

Also thanks to @opheliadawnwalker3 for the advice to start small when getting back into the writing game! I took that to heart and tried to keep it shorter this time and helped me get this out so thank you!

And thanks to @rat-suki @weebsinstash @drxwsyni because I have definitely binged all of y’alls content and used the immaculate yandere vibes you write as inspo so thank you <3

Now let’s get started!

It was eerily silent in the hallway as your feet made their way to their destination through the mostly abandoned college dormitory. Your mind was so preoccupied with the many thoughts that demanded your attention that you weren’t paying attention to where you were going. Not that it mattered. You had made this walk so many times, you could find your way even if you were blindfolded and hammered, that you were allowed to fully slip into your thoughts without having to worry. Before long you were standing in front of a very familiar door, the only one in the hallway with light peaking through the crack at the bottom. Music could clearly be heard through it, Jimi Hendrix’s singing the only sound of human life that you had encountered during your entire walk over here.

It took you a moment to snap out of your thoughts and come back to reality and notice that you were already standing at your destination. Clearing your throat awkwardly at the realization, you raised your arm and knocked solidly on the door to be heard above the music and waited as patiently as you could for an answer.

From behind the door you could hear someone swear, causing a small smirk to rise on your face, along with the sound of some rustling. A few moments later the door cracked open a bit as the familiar raven haired male peaked into the hallway, a bright smile pulling at his lips as he regarded you.

“Well this is a pleasant surprise!” Sero chirped, opening the door all the way, seeing that it was only you standing in the hallway. “What can I do for ya, sunshine?”

His cheery, warm response to your presence unknowingly brought a small smile to your face, a needed break from your tense, concentrated expression you had been wearing when Sero first opened the door.

“Sorry to bother you, Sero,” you began, stuffing your hands into the pockets of the jacket you were wearing to stop you from wringing them anxiously. “I’ve just been really stressed with final exams and choosing which agency I want to officially sign for and… it’s just been a lot.” As you explained, Sero’s face softened slightly as he listened intently to your words, not liking the fact that you were so stressed.

“Anyway,” you continued with a chuckle, bringing yourself back onto the subject, “I was wondering if you had any of your stash left that I could buy from you? I know I bought from you a little while ago, but I’ve been more stressed out than I can handle,” you admitted, hoping that Sero might still have some weed hidden away in his room somewhere that you could use.

It was a little into sophomore year of college that you found out that your classmate, Sero, was a bit of a stoner. And as someone going through the hero course, you are understandably dealing with a lot of stress. So what’s wrong with smoking a little Mary J every once in a while to relax, right? Or at least that’s what you told yourself when you first asked Sero if you could buy weed from him. Ever since then he had been your personal plug, but over time, you two became close friends. “I think you might be in luck, sunshine, I think I have some on reserves. Come on in,” he welcomed, and you crossed the threshold without a second thought. As you stepped inside and took off your shoes, a large but gentle arm carefully looped around your shoulders, gently pulling you into the tall man’s side as you led you to the couch and sat you down on the soft fabric in front of his laptop that was open and had various work assignments in different windows.

“Tell ole Sero what’s troubling you,” Sero propositioned as he moved to his desk, opening a drawer and grabbing his needed paraphernalia as he waited for you to begin speaking. He settled down next to you on the couch, pulling the small table holding the laptop in front of you a little closer as he set down his bong, and pulled out his grinder and began the process of loading you a bowl.

You were about to begin venting, but you paused as you took in the sight of Sero wordlessly working for your benefit, and you pulled your wallet out of your jacket pocket after a few seconds. “Sorry, before I forget, how much do I owe you?” You asked, opening your wallet and beginning to pull out a few bills. You didn’t get far though, as a warm hand covered yours, drawing your eyes to meet his black ones. He gave you a boyish smile and shook his head at you, giving a small laugh. “No way, sunshine. You need a little break, this one is on me,” he offered with a grin. You were hesitant for a few moments, not seemingly convinced that you should let him give you part of his stash for free. The potential feeling of guilt ebbed away as Sero’s warm smile never faltered, kindness seemingly exuding from his every pore. What was the harm, right? Nodding, you gingerly took the loaded bong from his large, calloused hands into your own smaller ones.

“Alright,” you agreed thoughtfully as you mirrored his smile, “but I want you to smoke with me. It’s no fun getting high alone,” you countered to which you could almost see Sero’s eyes sparkle in response at your words.

“I would be happy to,” he assured, never one to miss out on the chance to smoke, especially with you, but you added one more condition.

“And,” you drawled, his eyes never leaving your face as he waited patiently for you to continue. “Whatever food we order when we are stoned off our asses is on me.”

A soft chuckle resonated from Sero’s chest as he nodded along to your stipulation, finding no qualm with having the promise of food.

“Deal,” he agreed, and with that you went to take your first bong hit of the evening.

~~~~~~~~~~

Your sides ached as you tried to force yourself to stop laughing, but your efforts seemed trivial as Sero laughed just as hard, if not harder, alongside you as you finished Sero’s favorite flick, Scott Pilgrim vs the World. It felt so good to let go and really laugh, it had started to feel like it had been too long. Time seemed a distant concept to you at the moment, as nothing from the outside world weighed on you as you merrily enjoyed your high with Sero.

Your eyes were pink from smoking, little tears forming at the base of your lower eyelashes as you gasped for breath as your laughing fit began to subside. You don’t even remember what you had been laughing about exactly, but you couldn’t really bring yourself to care. Your attention was brought back to Sero as he began to rise from his spot beside you on the couch, your eyes following his lazy movements as the movie credits began to roll.

“I’m getting a bit of cottonmouth,so why don’t I get us some drinks while you choose something else for us to watch?” Sero offered to which you agreed, lazily beginning to scroll through the other titles that were currently available on Netflix as Sero made his way over to the little kitchen he had equipped.

“Thirsty for anything in particular?” You heard his voice call out to you, but you didn’t take your eyes off the laptop screen, still searching for another flick to watch.

“Just water would be fantastic,” was your response as you searched through the comedy section, knowing that Sero preferred comedies.

A few moments later, Sero had returned to your side, a glass of water in one hand for you and a soda can for him in his other hand. Thanking him as you gently took it from his hands, you took the glass and raised it to your lips. Taking large sips, reveling in the cool feeling of the water flowing over your tongue and to the back of your throat, you failed to notice a pair of eyes watch your every movement adoringly.

“Wanna take another hit?” Sero asked as you finished taking a drink, setting down the mostly empty glass back down on the table.

You hummed in thought at his question, before nodding, a small giggle escaping your lips, “What’s one more hit, right?”

Sero, the practiced stoner he is, had another bowl set up for you ready to go in what seemed like seconds, graciously handing you the now loaded bowl. Gently taking it from his hands and placing it in the bong, you fired up the lighter and took a huge hit.

A h u g e hit. It was a little larger than you had meant, but being high had made your judgement a little empaired. You coughed a bit as you expelled the wave of smoke from your lungs, waving your hands as Sero laughed.

Your cheeks flushed slightly with embarrassment at Sero laughing as you tried to regain your composure. “S-Stop laughing!” You cried, setting the bong back down, but Sero just shook his head.

“I can’t help it, sunshine. Seeing you not being able to take that hit is hilarious,” he continued to laugh, as your cheeks burned warmer at his words.

“Its not my fault that I don’t have your iron lungs,” you mocked, picking up your glass once more and finishing the contents in an attempt stop your coughing fit. “Not all of us are stoners.”

A small gasp tore from Sero’s throat, as he held a hand to his chest, pretending to be surprised by your words. “Me? A stoner? How could you even say such a thing?” He asked, shooting you a kicked puppy look which just made you giggle in return, your head feeling a little fuzzy from the extra hit.

“Oh don’t be a baby,” patting the spot next to you, you flashed Sero a loopy smile, “come on, lets watch another movie,” you countered to which Sero agreed to, settling back down in his spot beside you. You reached forward, setting your now empty glass next to the laptop and hit play on the movie, before moving back into the cushions. Your body began to feel heavier as you gingerly leaned into Sero’s side, who in return wrapped his arm around your shoulders and gently tugged you a little closer to his chest as the intro finished and the movie began.

You weren’t long into the movie before you were struggling to keep your eyes opened. You shifted slightly, trying to force yourself to wake up, but the more that the time wore on, the harder it became to stay awake.

It wasn’t more than twenty minutes into the film before you were out cold, your deep and even breathing soft in Sero’s ear as your tired figure slept against his shoulder.

“Sunshine,” Sero whispered, tentatively placing a hand on your knee and gently shaking you. He watched your face carefully for any sign of rousing, but your breathing continued at its deep, even, undisturbed pace. An eager smile danced across Sero’s visage at your lack of response, his heart pounding in his chest in excitement. Wrapping his strong arms around your pliable person, Sero gently maneuvered your sleepy shape to be laying on your back, tummy up, the skirt you had worn riding up on your thighs as your leg lay limply, slightly apart.

Sero took a moment just watching you, drinking in all of your beauty. You looked so sweet and vulnerable asleep on Sero’s couch defenseless. He gazed at your unconscious body oh so lovingly as you lay completely helpless to the danger that lurks around you. It makes Sero’s heart squeeze in his chest in realization that you need him. You needed him to protect you and Sero would happily be your knight in shining armour.

“Her knight in shining honor”, Sero thought to himself merrily, infatuated with protecting his little ray of sunshine. His fingers began to skim the skin of your thighs, slowly pushing your skirt up higher and higher. Shouldn’t your knight get a little reward for his services? Sero certainly thought so, afterall it was only fair that he get to enjoy his sunshine in return for all he does for you.

Sero’s breath caught in his throat at the sight of your black laced panties, skirt bunched up past your hips, leaving your panty clad intimate parts exposed for his greedy eyes. There were no such things as imperfection to Sero when it came to you. All of your little bumps, blemishes, and things you didn’t like about yourself were all things that Sero adored about you. It's what made you you, and he simply ached to worship you.

Hungry hands hooked fingers into your panties, swiftly pulling the soft material down your supple skin in earnest. A groan tore from Sero’s throat at the sight of sticky, clear strings sticking from the fabric to your little treasure.

Fuck was he glad he slipped you an aprodiasic alongside the sleeping pills. Seeing your hole already wet and begging for his attention had his pants quickly tenting uncomfortably. He could not wait to get started.

Moving quickly and silently, he settled himself on his stomach between your thighs, carefully placing your thighs over his shoulders. His starved stare meets your slick slit and he couldn’t stop himself from licking a stripe up your lips, moaning at the delicious taste of your essence. His eyes flickered back to your face where he found you still sound asleep, unaware of reality.

“Perfect”, he thought to himself at your unconscious state, “just like last time.”

Confident in his security, Sero began to feast on your unprotected pussy, his tongue swiping through your folds as he drank every ounce of you in. His eyes almost rolled into the back of his head at your taste as if he was tasting the most divine thing ever created. He couldn’t seem to get enough as his hands encased your thighs, hungrily pulling your closer to his famished mouth. Your breath quickened in pace at Sero’s ministrations but the sleeping pills kept you nestled peacefully in between complete unconsciousness and your dreams, deep asleep. It seemed almost as if Sero had been eating you out for hours when he had finally come up for air, sucking in deep gulps of air into his lungs greedily. He knelt in front of your vulnerable body, lips and chin shiny with your slick as he slipped a finger into your heat, quickly followed by another as he gently began to scissor your walls apart. Your warmth gushed around his fingers as he worked you open for him, using his free hand to slip down to his belt and make quick work of that before tugging his boxers and pants down. His cock now free of confinement slapped against his abs before he gently removed his fingers from your heat. Your juices completely soaked his hand as he brought it to his cock, using your wetness to get him slick for you. He watched your sleepy face as he stroked himself, his bottom lip caught between his lip as he intently drank in your features. With both of your bodies prepped, patience grew thin, so he tilted his hips down, nudging your dripping entrance with his plush tip, your legs lazily spread and looped loosely around his hips.

Slipping himself between your folds, Sero took a deep breath before pressing himself into your warm, wet, tight cavern. He didn’t stop slowly driving his cock into your twitching heat until he became fully sheathed inside your awaiting pussy. He groaned softly at the feeling of his cock being encased by your velvet walls, his eyes never leaving your face as he adjusted to the delicious feeling you were giving him. After a few moments of adjustment, Sero pulled his hips back, feeling his manhood drag against your plush walls, a soft moan escaping your sleeping shape as you stirred slightly in your hazy state. Once you settled and he was positive you were going to stay asleep, he drove his hips forward into your cunt his eyes moving away from your face and down to where his cock was buried deep inside of you. The erotic sight of you being fucked by his cock kicked him into gear as he soon found a steady rhythm as he pounded into you.

With every thrust of his hip, your cream coated his silken rod, making Sero almost feral with the sight. It took every ounce of self control he had to not fuck you the way you deserved, the way you needed him, but he couldn’t risk having you wake up during your little relaxation session. It took every ounce of self control that he possessed to keep himself from fucking you silly, but with plans for the pair of you in the future, he was willing to wait to rock your world for when you were awake and in more of a … receptive position to receive the full force of his love for you.

It wasn’t long before Sero found himself reaching his end, much to his displeasure, but he knew it wouldn’t be long until he was able to get to do this again. He always made excuses to get the two of you alone, for “purely innocent reasons” according to your knowledge. He couldn’t help it! He loved you too much, and he needed to get his fix.

“F-Fuck,” he moaned as he fucked himself into your pussy, panting softly as he drew close to his completion. “You feel so good, sunshine. You were made for my fucking cock, shit,” he swore, his thrusts becoming increasinly sloppy. He pulled himself out before he came, hips hovering over yours as his hand frantically worked his length trying to finish himself off.

“Fuck yes!” Sero growled as he came, hot white, sticky ropes of cum decorating your glistening pussy as he furiously worked his hand over his cock. “God, love you so much,” he groaned as he finished, hovering over you as he caught his breath. His eyes watched as his cum dripped down your pussy, becoming entangled with your own juices. Without skipping a beat, Sero reached over and grabbed his phone, taking a quick snapshot of your fucked out pussy covered in his essence and saved it in a secret gallery of pictures he kept of you. He needed to add to the collection, something to help tide him over until the next time. Setting his phone back down, he leaned over you and gently kissed you, like a lover would, savoring your lips while you were still asleep. Breaking the kiss, he gazed lovingly down at you, gently playing with a strand of your hair. He wished this moment would never end, but he knew that he had to get going, sighing softly to himself.

It was time to start up the cleaning process.

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A phone ringing caused you to stir from your deep slumber, a deep yawn escaping your lips as you stretched your stiff body from sleeping on the couch. You rubbed your eyes slightly as you woke up, before you took in the room before you. You saw Sero back turned to you as he spoke in hushed tones over the phone, hearing Bakugo’s voice grunting something to him over the phone about working out later that day. You glanced around the room as you yawned again, slightly confused as to how you got here before remembering coming over to Sero’s place the previous night after being really stressed and wanting to take a break. It wasn’t long until Sero finished his phone call, turning back to your and finding you awake, looking back at him.

“Sorry,” Sero began, rubbing the back of his neck, “I didn’t mean to wake you,” he apologized sheepishly with a small smile, taking in your figure.

“It’s no worries,” you hum out sleepily finding yourself naturally returning his smile. “Did I pass out last night?” You asked, not fully remembering what had happened after that last bong hit.

“Yeah! You fell asleep about maybe half way through the first movie? I don’t remember exactly when, I was paying too much attention to the movie,” he lied smoothly, your face showing telltale signs of embarrassment at having fallen asleep during the movie. Especially in Sero’s room after having come to his room for a favor. How could you ask to hang out with someone then fall asleep on them!”

“Oh… Sorry about that, I didn’t mean to fall asleep on you like that,” you laughed a little uneasy, but Sero was quick to reassure you. “Don’t worry about it! You said yourself that you were stressed out of your mind, and it seemed that you needed to give yourself some rest. No need to apologize,” Sero soothed you easily, a smile returning to your face as you nodded. He almost felt bad lying to your face, but this was just more proof that you needed him! He had placed all your clothes back on properly, cleaned up the mess last night and you were none the wiser! Your lack of realization of what had happened, though it pleased Sero to know he got away with his little love session, cemented your need for him in Sero’s mind.

“Well will you let me buy you coffee as a thanks for letting me crash? We can study together at that cafe near the gym if you want? ” You offered, wanting to express your gratitude to your friend, who graciously accepted your idea, pleased to spend more time with you.

“Now that sounds like a good idea,” he chirped, quick to pack up his things in his backpack and get ready to go.

The sun was rising slowly from the horizon, fluffy white clouds moving lazily across the sky, as the two of you walked to the cafe together. The birds sang so sweetly as the pair of you made your way, but their songs meant nothing to Sero, too entranced with your own sweet voice as you chattered happily with him about whatever came to mind.

Opening the door for you once the pair of you arrived, you flashed him a sweet smile in response before stepping inside the warm coffee shop. The smile you gave, to him, was brighter than the sun, warmer than the core of the Earth, and he realized he needed it. Just like you need his protection, he needs you, his sunshine, to bring warmth into his life and make him whole. With your back to him, browsing the menu of its many drink options, you failed to notice the pair of eyes drinking in every inch of your form with intense infatuation. You had no idea the danger that lurked behind those kind eyes, and unfortunately for you, you didn’t notice that Sero’s friendliness was more until too late.

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cognacdelights · 4 years

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summary: jj myabank has finally cleared up his act and enlisted in the military. however, when the time comes to ship out for his first overseas tour, saying goodbye is a lot harder than he imagined.

warnings: vague mentions of abuse. sad fluff.

A heavy sigh left her lips as she stepped forward, towards the fully kitted out boy before her. Her eyes were wide - with both heartache and pride - as she took the entirety of him in. If anybody had told her a year ago that JJ Maybank, Kildare Island’s resident troublemaker, would have cleaned up his wayward stoner boy act and enlisted in the military, she would have laughed in their face. Yet here they were, in their final few moments before his first tour of The Middle East - his first tour of active combat.

“Come here, you,” her voice was soft as a small smile upturned the corners of her lips. She opened her arms for the blonde boy, taking a second step towards where he stood - his heavy, over-sized backpack sat beside his feet. As her arms coiled around his athletic, toned body, he relaxed into the comfort of her warm embrace; the same warm embrace he had taken shelter in many, many times before. However, this time, it was different. This time, it would be their last dose of physical contact for five whole months.

JJ’s heart wrenched as the realisation that he had to leave her behind sunk in. Nuzzling his head further into the crook of her neck, he took in the familiar scent that he adored so much - savouring the sweet aroma of her perfume for as long as he possibly could. She placed a gentle, tender kiss in his tousled, blonde hair, her arms tightening their hold around his broad, muscular shoulders. Both had spent weeks preparing for this moment, upon hearing the news of his deployment. Yet, here - in the moment, both were unable to comprehend the weight of their emotions.

For years, she had been his safe place, his haven, his escape from the cruel realities of his world. Despite her being three years older, she had grown up with him; in fact, she had grown up with all of them. JJ, John B and Pope. Even Kiara. They were cut from the same cloth, fruits of the same seed, children of The Cut; all they had was each other but none of them minded. They got through life together, no matter what challenges were thrown their way, with each other at their side.

Her maturity meant that she knew of the demons that he faced; she was aware the second he showed up to their designated hangout spot with a swollen, bruised eye and a busted lip several weeks after his mother’s selfish disappearance. She didn’t make a fuss in front of everyone, and she let him tell his epic, fabricated story of how he had gotten into a fight with some of the rich kids from Figure Eight. But when he caught her eye, all he could see was the heartbreak she harboured for him and the yearning to take his pain away.

Since that day, she had become his crutch; she tried to keep him out of trouble, she made sure that he ate, she went above and beyond to make sure that he was safe. As they grew older, and the evil his father projected upon him intensified, she became his home; she would clean up the cuts and the bruises, she would hold him close at night and whisper tender words into his ear as he cried himself to sleep, she would comfort his trembling body through the vicious nightmares. She was there for him like nobody else was, like nobody else could be.

“I swear to God, if you don’t come back to me alive and in one piece I will find you, in Heaven or Hell - and I will make The Middle East seem like a day trip to the county fair. Do you understand me?” she threatened. Her voice held an air of teasing to her words, yet JJ knew that she was somewhat serious. In all of their chaotic, dysfunctionally beautiful moments, he had become her home too. They were all each other really knew, which was why saying goodbye was so painfully difficult for the both of them.

“I don’t doubt that one bit,” JJ chuckled in response - his arms proceeding to clinch her petite frame considerably tighter than before. His chapped lips placed a placid, loving kiss against the exposed skin of her neck as his glazed-over eyes squeezed themselves shut, the tips of his lashes tickling as they grazed over her collarbone. “I’m going to miss you so much, Y/N,” he mumbled, his words barely coherent as he forced himself even further into her embrace. He was achingly reluctant to let go of her - the uncertainty of having to face the barbarity of the big, wide world without her hand to hold his unsettling him massively.

“I’m going to miss you too, J,” she whispered in an endearing tone, “more than you know.” Her fingers tangled themselves nonchalantly in the disheveled ends of his dirty blonde hair, twirling the straw-like strands clockwise around her plastic, stick-on nails. It was these trivial comforts that he would miss the most; sometimes all he needed in life was her to run her dainty fingers through his hair as he relaxed into her compassionate embrace.

“Private Maybank,” a bellowing, emotionless voice hollered, interrupting their tender moment together, “put your bit of fluff down and get your sorry backside on that plane, now.” On command, JJ retreated from the safety of her affectionate grasp - his unwillingness to let go evident in the way his calloused, bear-like hands lingered hesitantly on the cold skin of her arms.

“Yes, Sarge,” he conformed to his orders, sending his Sergeant an understanding nod. She peered upwards at the now straight-postured boy, her eyes wide and poised to spill the salty tears which brimmed her waterline. However, she held them back with all her might; she knew that just one tear would compromise everything he had worked so hard for. One, single tear shed by her would have him refusing to leave for combat in an instant. That was the one thing she couldn’t have, no matter how much she wanted it. The military had done so much for JJ - it had taught him things that she could never. He was a better person now - a better man. She wasn’t going to stand in the way of that.

“I love you,” he uttered the weighted words. Those three forbidden words were rarely voiced by JJ Maybank, and had never been directed towards anybody other than her. He knew that he loved her - and he had for a while, he just wasn’t entirely sure how much he loved her. JJ had always been confused when it came to her, he was afraid of mistaking platonic tenderness for romantic affection. He couldn’t distinguish between them in his own behaviour towards her, nevertheless in her behaviour towards him. All he could decipher was that there was a love there - and that was all he needed for the time being.

“I love you too,” she forced her chapstick-coated lips upwards into a small, but meaningful, smile. With those words surpassing her lips, he picked up the hefty, cumbersome backpack which had remained at his feet and threw it over his shoulder. JJ hesitated for a fleeting second before nodding his head as his ultimate goodbye - he couldn’t bring himself to physically say the word, it was too final. “Stay safe,” her weak, unstable voice called out as he made his way towards the dreaded barrack doors.

She felt a heavy arm curl around her petite shoulders as she watched him go. The gathering tears which she had so valiantly fought back whilst in his presence prevailed as they began to spill down her blush-tinted cheeks. A sob croaked from her throat as she settled herself into the soothing, reassuring hold of John B. Silently, she willed him not to turn around for one last, longing glance. She didn’t want him to see her so feeble, so hurt.

“He’ll be okay,” John B consoled her in his deep, mellow tone, “it’s JJ. He’s got the survival instincts of a cockroach, he’d survive a nuclear war, even on weed. There’s no getting rid of that boy.”

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hwangdol · 5 years

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n.jm: where are you?

summary: jaemin is just a little (very) misunderstood

pairing: highschool!fboi!jaemin x fem!reader

note: gUESS WHOSE BACK IN TOWN?!?!?!? y’all already know the routine: poor grammar, crackheads, a fuck ton of cursing i think, and drug references (*coughs* stoner-boi!haechan *coughs*). this isn’t the last part so theres def gonna be a part three, i just have too much to write for jaemin and i don’t wanna rush things too much, but i also don’t wanna leave you all hanging. so enjoy. but also make sure to read part one first so you can be in the know~

“because she knew that i was in love with you”

it took you a good m i n u t e to register jaemin’s words, not that you even comprehended the weight of his words either.

you didn’t know how to respond so like a normal person you started laughing awkwardly to ease the tension, “you’re joking right?”

he hAD to be bc there was no way in hell that the biggest fuckboy of the whole school, na jaemin once harbored a one-sided love for you, right?

a small flash of hurt flashed across jaemin’s eyes that you couldn’t catch since his whole demeanor immediately brighten u again and one of his signature playful smiles on was back on his face.

.“i can’t ever fool you can i?” he chuckled shaking his head.

“no but seriously, why didn’t you go to hoco sophomore year? you were supposed to be hoco royalty with ella,” you picked at the melting ice cream.

jaemin shrugged, “maybe i just didn’t feel like it.”

he seems so nonchalant on the outside, but on the inside, na jaemin is thinking of 1001 ways to disappear off the face of the earth.

what did he expect in the first place? that you would just accept his belated confession that quickly?

but he’s now big s a d, but he ain't going let that show. no, no, no, it ruins his go-with-the-flow personality and the “playboy” role everyone put him in.

“do you have something to do after school tomorrow?” jaemin asked once the two had finished your sundae and the two of you were waiting for your ride to come to pick you up.

you shook your head at his question, knowing that haechan would mostly like ditch your afterschool hang out to get high with mark or chill at that one girl's house

“why?” you asked.

“how about we hang out then?” jaemin asked so casually. he was just that good at hiding his real feels

“can i ask why you’re suddenly trying to hang out with me more often? its weird” you say back, not like the feeling that was bubbling in your throat. was he trying to mess around with you? did he run out of girls to play with?

jaemin pouted slightly, ‘i’m simply trying to reconnect with my old friend. besides, i need help with the prom decorations and since you already finished it, you should know how to do them quickly.”

“i’ll see” is all you say.

and you leave, not knowing what you did to his poor little heart.

poor jaemin got ghosted bc you never reached out to him in the days to follow to “hang out”. the two of you would make eye contact at school, but you always quickly looked away.

:( x 10

it wasn’t that jaemin was shock by your cold treatment, but he was holding onto the hope that you didn’t see him as na jaemin the resident fuckboi, but as na jaemin the boy who was once the prince to your little princess. except jaemin knew very well that this isn’t a fairy tale, just cruel reality.

life is a little bitch and it was messing him the fuck up!

however, na jaemin is a coward and he knows this.

which is why he feels more comfortable when he’s surrounded by others wearing the mask that was carefully crafted for him than when he’s all by himself.

bc when’s he completely alone, when no one is around, he’s left with no one but himself.

the one person he hates the most in the world.

when did it begin?

when did he care more about what others think than what he thought? when did he begin to follow the crowd?

when did he lose himself?

maybe it began around sophomore year, when he first agreed to date ella. something that he wouldn’t have agreed to if it weren’t for you asking that of him.

he could never say no to you. the one who held his heart in the palm of his hands.

did he ever like ella?

he tried to, but it was kinda hard when the only reason why he said yes to her confession was to make you happy. he remembered the way your eyes lit up in happiness as he and ella broke the news to you

you looked like the happiest girl in the world and he felt his heart race at the sight, but not when ella confess to him.

it was useless pining, he knew that. you only saw him as a close friend and especially now that he was with your bestfriend.

that was why he tried soooooo hard to get himself to feel things for ella.

he spent most of his time with her, even ditching his homie student-athlete!jeno (who he often found himself feeling jealous of when he found out that jeno crashed at your house to have a movie marathon with you multiple times)

but he just couldn’t feel anything for ella. so he began to lie.

the first time he lied, it ate him up inside. the simple three words, eight letters phrase was hard to say when you don’t actually mean it.

but as jaemin found himself repeating the lie over and over again, the guilt that was always lingering in the back of his mind slowly went away until he had gotten used to it.

it became natural for him to lie.

to everyone and to himself

people always told him that it must be nice having a face like his, but every time he looked in the mirror, he felt nothing but hatred for the person staring back at him.

at school, he did nothing but play the charming guy that everyone saw him as. he did things that would please the crowd and he felt good when they responded the way he wanted. he overlooked things that he once thought was wrong just to be in good graces with the others.

when donghyuck had his little altercation with jeno, jaemin never felt more jealous in his life. donghyuck chose to be himself, he broke free of the mold that everyone fit him in. he had the courage that jaemin doesn’t

if someone told him to take off his persona, he wouldn’t know what to do. he’s lived this way for so long that he had forgotten who he really was. what he really wanted in life. what truly made him happy.

was he even happy? jaemin didn’t know.

which is why he didn’t know what to do when he overheard ella’s conversation with one of her other friends.

“do we really have to invite y/n too? i don’t want her do come with us to hoco. she’s such a party pooper.”

“i don’t want to either, but i’m only keeping her around because she’s the reason why i’m with jaemin in the first place.”

“isn’t weird that the two of them have been close friends for a while and she hasn’t had any feeling for him?”

“she did,” he hears ella admit. “until i told her that i liked jaemin and then she totally dropped him like that for me.”

“she’s kind of annoying though, always hanging around the two of you. she’s kinda clingy too, no one even likes her in our group.”

“just deal with her for now and we can ice her out later.”

FAKE BITCHES

anyways, jaemin didn’t know what to do so he walked away and pretended that he didn’t hear the conversation. but there's only so much he can just ignore, and this is one of them.

the familiar guilt comes crawling up every time he sees you, smiling with the people that called themselves your “friends”.

it doesn’t take long for jaemin to come to the realization that he’s surrounded by liars. and enough is enough.

well, he still has an image to maintain.

so he chose to break up with ella and actually tell the truth for once, but only to her. to be honest, the truth was kinda forced to come out by itself.

“what do you mean that you’re not going?” he hears ella’s frantic voice and the music playing in the background. maybe it wasn’t a good idea to do the breaking up part the night of homecoming.

good work, jaemin.

“i don’t think that this is going to work between us. i’m sorry”

was he really?

“but you said that you loved me!”

that was just a lie. he thought to himself. “i just don’t feel the same anymore, ella, please understand.” i never did.

“it’s because of her isn’t it? you’ve been in love with y/n this whole time haven’t you?” and jaemin’s blood runs cold.

the music was gone, so ella must have gone to a more quieter, private place.

“i’m not blind jaemin. the way you looked at her, the way you always find yourself next to her; i saw it all,” ella begins “i knew ever since you said yes to me.”

“then why didn’t you say anything? you just let me lie to you like that?”

“lying is the best solution, jaemin, you should know that the best.”

lying is bad kids, don’t do - admin minnie

jaemin could already feel the backlash he was going to receive. he spent the entire hoco night at home preparing himself for the shit that was going to go down the next day at school.

except nothing happened to him.

you had received the hatred, the eyeing, the whispers. you were the one that was iced out, outcasted, not jaemin.

jaemin was too afraid for the same thing happening to him, so he turned his head the other way.

“i just don’t understand why everyone is giving y/n the silent treatment. why are they mad at her? what did she do?” jaemin shrugs at jeno’s angry rant.

jeno had the right to be mad, you were dragged in to be jaemin’s scapegoat.

“and why did you break up with ella anyways? i thought everything was going good?”

“i was bored.”

it was pure irony and the biggest bitch slap in jaemin’s face that you had befriended lee donghyuck, the one person that he envied so wholeheartedly.

jaemin couldn’t do anything, no, he didn’t want to do anything he didn’t want to step out of the little safety persona that he created for himself. he didn’t want to lose all the people that surrounded him. he doesn’t want to be alone.

he hates being alone.

he’ll much rather take on the role of the fuckboy that he hates so much if that meant that people would still stick around him.

which brings him to his current dilemma

“i don’t see why you don’t just put up the image and just go with ella to hoco,” art-hoe!renjun says as the two of them walk to english “the two of you are both going to be king and queen anyways, just go.”

“maybe,” jaemin says, eliciting in a pointed glare from renjun

“you can’t just ditch prom just because of her, this the last year and are you really going to go down as the prom king that didn’t show up to prom?”

“i won’t win for sure, so there's really no point in me going,” jaemin replies

renjun rolls his eyes, and he taps a random passing student on the shoulder, “who do you think is going to win prom royalty this year?” he asks the stranger.

without missing a beat, the student replies, “jaemin and ella, why?”

and renjun’s face is the exact embodiment of i-told-you-so

instead of that motivating jaemin to actually go, it actually made him WANT to skip out on the event even more

“y/n ask to me to ask you if you gave ella all of the decorations for prom or something like that,” jeno tells him at lunch, causing jaemin’s eyes to drift over to you and haechan.

he wonders what the two of you are talking about that has you smiling that hard. he wonders what haechan has that he doesn't.

maybe its his natural-born charisma? not the artificial type that jaemin has mastered the act of.

“earth to jaemin,” jeno waves a hand in front of his friend’s face.

“sorry, yeah, i’m turning it in after school,” he replies, eyes lingering on you for one more second before focusing on the food on his tray, “besides, she could have asked me directly.”

“she had dinner at my house last night,” jeno replies, “what’s got your panties in a twist anyway?”

“not all of us is about to confess our feelings to our puppy crush, lover boy,” renjun pipes in.

jeno’s ears turn a tinge of pink, but jaemin wasn't focused on that.

and jeno might be a bit slow academically, but jaemin is his best buddy, his platonic soulmate.something was up.

“you have three seconds to spill before i will actually expose where you were hoco sophomore year to y/n” jeno threatens

“tell her, it’s not going to make a difference anyways,” jaemin pokes at his food “she has no interest in me what’s so over. i’m just another one of those fuckboys in her eyes.”

jeno and renjun share a look, before renjun decides to break the news to jaemin

“you haven’t been talking to her lately right?” renjun starts and jaemin nods

“the last time we talk was two weeks ago,” jaemin replies “she doesn’t have any other reason to interact with me like she does with jeno”

“before we continue with this conversation, can the green-eyed monster please leave the room?” renjun takes a small jab at jaemin.

“i’m not jealous,” jaemin looks up with an irked glare at renjun.

“then did you really need to mention jeno?” renjun returns the look with an annoyed expression of his own

jaemin scoffs, “you don’t understand, so don’t say anything,”

“tell me what i don’t understand then? because right now i have feeling the only reason you’re so pent up and annoyed is that you’re jealous, jaemin.”

“shut up,” jaemin snaps. “i’m not jealous.”

smiley and easy-going jaemin is gone out the door. everything coming out of renjun’s mouth is making him angrier and angrier and jaemin didn’t even know why.

renjun was speaking the truth. jaemin was jealous, but was he going to admit that?

nope

“it’s okay to be jealous,” jeno says, meaning to ease the slowly growing tension, but jeno’s attempts to mediate the conversation made jaemin even madder.

“can the two get the fuck off my case and leave me alone? i’m not jealous so stop acting like you know how i feel,” jaemin clenches his jaw “it’s really fucking annoying.”

“oh really now?” renjun fires back “it’s really fucking annoying how you expect the two of us to have your back, which we always do, and be fully okay with you going around town acting like a man whore and then being prissy about how the girl you’re interested in this time isn’t interested in you. this isn’t some type of cliche teen romance movie jaemin, grow a pair and deal with it.”

“so you think i’m a man whore too?” jaemin says sarcastically, rolling his eyes, “nice to know that my best friends think so highly of me.”

“jaemin, you know he doesn’t mean it like that,” jeno says.

“then what? it seems to me that you guys have been having a blast talking behind my back and lying about it to my face.”

“when did we say that?” jeno’s eyebrows furrow.

“you don’t need to say it for me to know,” jaemin spits “it’s written all over your faces.”

“i’m done,” renjun stands up, “when you’re ready to grow the fuck up and stop being a fucking dick bag, then find me.”

jaemin doesn’t even bother watching renjun leaving the table, anger was still consuming him. was it anger or frustration?

there was scream lodged in his throat that he wanted to release to the world. a pained scream of helplessness.

“hey jaemin,” jeno has a hard look on his face. he too stands up and leaves with some hard-hitting words, “learn to get over that ridiculously big ego of yours. not everything is about you.”

and jaemin is left at the lunch table

alone

fuck, he thinks to himself. fuck everything.

yeah, no way in hell was jaemin going to prom. no fucking way.

“looks like there’s trouble in paradise,” haechan gestures with his head to the table, near the center.

jaemin’s table, except, it’s literally only jaemin sitting there.

out of the corner of your eyes, you could see and angry renjun followed by an equally ticked of jeno stalking off.

“looks like the pretty boy is left by himself,” haechan remarks. “i wonder what happened?

“why are you saying that like you know what just went down?” you squint your eyes at the boy, who merely shrugs.

“spill”

“give me fifty bucks.”

“fuck off”

not long after, you hear a loud slam. jaemin stands up, his eyes quickly met yours and he looked away, going with haste out the cafeteria’s doors.

and you’re left wondering what the fuck went down at the norenmin table.

“okay, i’m done with all the fucking vague answers,” you stare down haechan, trying to intimidate an answer out of the stoner.

“why the fuck did jaemin not go to homecoming sophomore year and do not give me a smartass answer because i will without a doubt flush your weed stash down the drain and break your juul pens to bits. now, spill.”

damn, y/n going in for the kill

haechan hesitates before a sigh leaves his lips, “i don’t pride myself on much other than my ridiculously good looks and my ability to bargain good weed deals, but long long before i became so awesome-”

“cut to the chase”

“chill, bitch, i was getting there. anyways, i was basically jaemin’s confide,” haechan admits. “that’s why he’s so awkward around me, i basically know all of his personal secrets and all that jazz.”

and you’re shocked bc haechan is really reallllllllllllllllllllllllllllly petty with both of the ts bolded, and he has not once let any private info slip about jaemin, like the kind of deep shit, you’d write in your diaries.

not once sober or faded or drunk. the loud ass himself kept his lips seals which is an incredible feat already.

“don’t look at me like that, i’m a dick, but i’m not that big of dick,” haechan mutters “we all have things we don’t want the world to know “

“okay i won’t question that, but why didn’t he just go? i mean it’s just a school dance, right? its not that big of deal,” you don’t understand the extreme mystery or drama around jaemin’s non-appearance.

haechan shakes his head, “jaemin isn’t a simple as people make him out as, sure he fucks around with girls a lot, but like me, he wasn’t always like that.”

you nod in understanding, agreeing with the point haechan made

jaemin for sure wasn’t the same person that you knew right now. he was always a sweet boy with sweet words, but before high school, he never went around messing around with other girls

“the only choice that jaemin ever made his sophomore year that was his actual choice for his own self was to not go to homecoming, for a good reason too”

“can you be a little bit more detailed?” you urged again, curiosity flowing through you.

“he didn't go because for once he didn't want to be associated with that crowd, he didn't want to be surrounded by people who hardly gave a damn how he felt, only who he was”

haechan’s words reside in you for the longest time and you finally got a glimpse of what your normally stoned friend meant through an accidental eavesdrop of a conversation

“im not going ella, it's final,” jaemin’s voice has no trace of the playful, flirty tone it usually held. he was stern and hard with his words.

“are you really going to embarrass me again, jae?” ella sounded desperate “its just one dance. all you have to do is stand by my side and smile until we get those stupid crowns and take yearbook pictures”

“if you think they’re stupid crowns then why are you making me go?” jaemin argues back.

“you should be glad that i even helped you with your campaign. why else do you think everyone is voting for you?”

and jaemin’s voice goes to a lower, warning tone, “i’ve never ask to be nominated for royalty much less fucking prom king. i don't care what you or anyone has to say, i’m not fucking going to prom.”

your eyes meet jaemin’s as he walks past the aisle you were standing at (totally not peeping into his convo)

he has an emotionless face on and doesn't say anything as he leaves ella quickly follows but stops when she sees you.

“forget everything you heard, he’s going to prom!”

jokes on you ella, bc hes not going anywhere

guess who joined the i’m-ditching-school-because-i’m-an-emotional-wreck club!!

the next three days were hectic at school, everyone was excited for the big dance on saturday. there were last-minute promposals and girls were showing off their sparkly, expensive dresses to each other.

however, the one person that was missing and had you looking for all week was, na jaemin.

where the fuck was he now?

“have you seen jaemin? i haven't seen him at school lately,” you asked jeno, who was sitting in the library diligently waiting for his tutor/crush to arrive.

the number of times you received an “idk” from one of jaemin’s other friends was ridiculous and it was like they didn’t even care that he skipped school for three days or where he was.

jaemin might be a bit on the wild side, but he’s not the type to completely ditch school for three whole days straight. that was haechan’s job.

the only people you could rely on was jeno and renjun, but the latter was more agitated at jaemin than jeno was, so you figured that the athlete was the safer option.

“i have an idea of where he is, but i have a feeling he doesn't want to see anyone, especially today,” jeno replies. news of the norenmin argument traveled quickly around the school along with the fact that jaemin had rejected ella’s prom request. there were some rumors that were being spread about the male and they weren’t all that nice.

you knew deep inside that the two of them weren’t actually mad at jaemin, they (especially jeno) was just frustrated.

“can you slide the address though?” you asked, sliding up next to him

“why would i do that?”

“because you owe me a solid”

truthfully, you didn’t know what you were going to do with jaemin’s address and it’s been weighing you down the whole day.

“you going to prom?” haechan slides into the seat next to you. for once, there were no sunglasses covering his eyes.

you shook your head,” i don’t have anyone to go with.”

“you should have just asked mark to go with you,” haechan pointed out to which you gagged loudly.

“as if i would bring an actual twelve-year-old boy to prom, he’ll probably say let’s get it every two seconds and then my hand might just actually slip and punch his face or dunk his head into the disgusting kool-aid punch..”

“damn, and i thought i hated him.”

you rolled your eyes, “what about you? did you plan to confess to mina yet?”

“i was thinking about going old school and do one of those typical high school romeo and juliet scenes,” haechan said smugly. “might throw a shoe or two if i have to.”

you shake your head in disbelief, “be civil at least.”

“but i also can’t leave my main bitch alone for prom night so why don’t go to prom or hang out with the biggest thot in town?” haechan suggested.

“haechan, ten graduated high school like 3 years ago. i doubt he wants to spend his free time on a saturday night at a high school dance with me.”

facepalm.

“i’m not talking about that ultimate thot.”

“jungwoo is also in college.”

another fat facepalm.

“honestly, i thought you had at least ONE functioning brain cell,” haechan groaned “i’m talking about na jaemin.”

“what do you want me to do with him? the two of us aren’t exactly friends,” you mumble.

“exactly, use this time to spend some time with him or something. get closer or get laid, i don’t care, just don’t be a loner tomorrow,” haechan replies. “i can’t be friends with a lameo.”

“he hasn’t shown up for school in like three days and tomorrow is prom night,” you argue “besides, i don’t know where he’s even at.”

“that’s the fattest lie i have ever heard leave your mouth and you told mr. moon that his moon tie looked good on him. i know for a fact that you have his address saved on your phone, which is kinda creepy now that i think about it, but that’s beside the point.”

“why do you care so much? i thought you hated him,” you eyed haechan weirdly.

“because that moron needs someone to help him out and whose more suited for the job herself than the girl that was hopelessly in love with him all sophomore year.”

you smack his arm,”i should have never trusted you with my diary. besides, i don’t like him like that anymore.”

“then why do you worry about him so much?” haechan pointed out. ‘why did you go to jeno for jaemin’s whereabouts if you supposedly didn’t like him anymore.”

“caring about someone is different from liking them,” you chided him “you should know best since it took you months to realize that you were in love with mina.”

“stfu i’m supposed to be the wise teacher and you’re the young grasshopper.” haechan shushed you with a finger which you swatted away.

“i’m not joking around though, just go see what’s up,” haechan nudged you. “trust me, it’s worth it.”

“wow did love turn the hardest bitch in town, soft?”

“you know, i might actually just push you off stoner’s cliff one day when you’re not looking,” haechan narrowed his eyes at you.

“lol, as if i haven’t noticed that you haven’t been getting high since mina left your pathetic ass,” you pointed out.

and haechan h i s s e s.

but your stoner friend did have a point and you decide to listen to his advice for the first time in your life.

letting out a nervous breath, you rang the doorbell, a plastic bag full of junk food in your other hand. it was currently 8 pm and prom had already started. jaemin’s car was parked in the driveway, proving that he really didn’t go to prom.

“what are you doing here?” were the first words out of jaemin’s mouth when he saw you.

you raised the bag full of snacks, “do you wanna have that hang out now?”

there's a nervous feeling in your stomach, bc you don’t know if jaemin was going to reject you or not. he doesn’t have his usual cassanova, playful smile on. his face is completely neutral.

“don’t you have better things to do? like, go to prom?”

you awkwardly laugh, “about that, i’m not going.”

“why?”

“why aren’t you going?” you countered.

fair enough, jaemin relents and moves aside to let you in. there’s some lo-fi music playing in the background and a couple of books and paper strewn about the living room floor.

“my parents are on a business trip, so it’s just me,” jaemin informs you.

“cool,” you internally smack yourself bc jaemin didn’t really seem happy with ur sudden appearance. “were you just doing ur homework?”

“yeah, i have nothing else to do,” he says, cleaning up the area for u to sit. you sit down carefully and placed the bag of snacks at the base of your feet.

“did you want anything to drink?” jaemin moved to go into the kitchen. you shook your head but jaemin still pulled out two water bottles from the fridge. (save the turtles)

you look around the house, taking in the family portraits and the minimal home decor. you’ve only been to jaemin’s house a handful of times as a kid, and a lot has changed in those past few years, but some things stayed the same. on the fireplace mantle, there was a framed picture of norenminhyuck smiling with the brightest grins.

“jeno gave me crap for weeks for not taking down that picture of us four,” jaemin followed your gaze as places the two water bottles on the glass coffee table.

“why didn’t you take it down, then?” you curiously ask

taking a seat on the couch, jaemin shrugged, “sentimental value?”

and the two left it at that.

cue the awkward silence.....

“jaemin?”

he looks at you with a questioning glance

“why exactly did you and ella break up?”

jaemin lets out a sigh. he’s been anticipating the question but not now and definitely not your sudden appearance.

“there's no point in making excuse to you,” jaemin pauses before continuing “i never really liked her in the first place.”

and you look over in shock? bc the two of them were literally the couple of the year, a model example of a high school relationship.

“then why?”

“why did i say yes?” jaemin’s gaze was focused on you, leaving you unnerved. there was no sign of the cheeky jaemin, he looked completely serious. something no one really saw that often. “because thats what you wanted me to say.”

????????? - y/n’s mind

“jeno had told me that ella had urged you to introduce me to her and had confessed to you that she liked me. he told me you felt tasked with fulfilling her wish and took it upon your self to set the two of us up. i’m not stupid, y/n. i could tell by the way you planned double-dates with jeno and ella and i,” jaemin explained. there was slight embarassment on your side, sophomore you was not the best matchmaker. “but i only showed up for you. i could care less that ella was there, the only person that i wanted to see and impress was you.”

“i-“

“and i knew that you liked me too. i was expecting for you to confess to me when you told me to meet you behind the gym, but you let ella take the chance.”

“because she really liked you a lot, jaemin, and she was a close friend of mine”

“so you were willing to give up your happiness for someone who was using you to get to me?” jaemin asked bluntly.

you looked down at your fingers, feeling somewhat ashamed, “i was only worried about fitting in with the crowd at that time. i wanted people to like me.” you confessed. “after the whole fiasco, i learned to live for myself rather than for others, albeit with a little help from haechan.”

“you see, i wish i could be as brave as you to do that.” jaemin meekly smiles at you “because i’m still people-pleasing.”

“i only said yes to ella to make you happy but then everyone was congratulating me and there were more and more people by my side. i thought jeno, renjun, and donghyuck were enough to last me through high school, but the attention got to my head. i knew that no matter how much i hated ella, i couldn’t break up with because i thrive off the crowd she brought me. i thought that if i lie enough, i could make myself gain feelings for her. she was a kind and outgoing person, so i didn't think it would be that hard, except it never did happen,” jaemin sucked in his breath “i overheard a conversation by accident to one of her other friends and it was about you, about how they just used to you to get to me even though the knew you liked me. i knew that then i was surrounded by so many liars all with the same goal of getting in good with everyone.”

he continued on “the reason why i didn't want to go to hoco was bc i felt guilty. i didn't want to be another person that lived for the crowd and i knew that i would've sealed my future if i did go and get crowned king with ella. for once, i didn't want to be a liar. i just wanted to be myself.”

and then he bitterly chuckled to himself, “which is ironic since the next day i chased after the crowd again. i let you take the blame for me just because i was afraid of being outcasted even though it was my fault you had to suffer the consequences of my lie.”

“jaemin-“

“and then i kept pretending to be that stupid fuckboy that everyone painted me as just to be in the it-crowd or whatever. i don’t have anything special like how renjun has art and jeno has his sports, even haechan had something special like choir back in those days. i had nothing, i wasn’t known for anything and i’m still not known for anything other than being a fuckboy. i’m just na jaemin at the end of the day, talented in messing around with girls.”

“do you feel happy?” you carefully asked after jaemin finished his rant.

jaemin’s barely smiling at this point, “what do you think?”

“you know, i was never really mad about you about the whole ella situation,” you scooted closer to him on the couch. “at first, i blamed you because that was the easier option, pin the blame on someone else. until a certain someone told me to fuck what they say and live my own way.”

“haechan?”

you nodded, “he was the first person that i didn’t pretend or try to cater myself to fit his needs. we’re alike in that department, jaemin, we both want to be liked. i’m not going to lie, the first few months of being outcasted was hard on me. sometimes, i still get sad when i think about the day where everyone just abandoned me.”

“i’m sorry.”

“there’s no need to be sorry, jaemin because i can hardly care about it that much anymore. do you know why?”

jaemin shook his head ‘no’

“because i learned that being by myself isn’t that bad. we’re all scared of being lonely, it’s human nature, but our fears often cause us to forget that we still have ourselves.” you placed a hand on his shoulder “once you learn to befriend yourself, no one’s opinion will matter more than your own. learn to cater to yourself, learn to live for yourself. don’t just be you, live as you.”

“easier said than done,” the remark left jaemin’s lips bitterly, causing you to slightly frown. “it’s hard to learn to be friends with myself when i’m the person i hate the most. i hate the person who looks back at me in the mirror. i hate just hate what i’ve let myself become.”

“it’s never too late to change,” you say.

jaemin shook his head, he blinked quickly to clear his now glassy eyes, “it’s to the point where i don’t even know i am anymore.”

“you’re na jaemin,” you say with a little more force this time. you didn’t like the defeated tone that jaemin was talking in, this wasn’t the confident and every positive boy that you grew up with. this wasn’t the boy that stole your heart in the third grade and kept it till sophomore year. “the boy that never hesitates to help someone else and can light up the room with just one smile.”

“you don’t have to pity me, it was a grave i dug for myself.”

letting out a harsh sigh, you moved to take jaemin’s face into your hands, staring deep into his doe-eyed brown ones, which widened in response to your sudden action.

big moves, y/n, big moves

“i know it may be hard to see, but jaemin you’re way more than what they think of you. you can always change as long as you have the will to do so,” you wipe away a stray tear that was falling onto his cheek. jaemin didn’t even notice that he was crying. “it’s a difficult and long process, but it’ll be worth it in the end. trust me.”

“what if no one wants to be around me anymore? what if i end up alone? “ doubt filled his tone, and your eyes soften at the vulnerability of the boy. he was scared, lost, and confused.

“i’ll be with you. anywhere you’re at, i’ll be there by your side even if no one else will. you’re a precious person, you don’t deserve any less,” you smiled. “i won’t let you be alone.”

maybe jaemin was just being emotional. maybe it was the contained feelings that he held for you that was being released. maybe it was the way you looked at him with so much concern and the way you delicately held his face.

whatever motivated him to do what he was going to do next, jaemin could hardly care less.

without any hesitation, jaemin leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to your lips.

right now, jaemin didn’t feel lost or alone. you found him and he hoped that you’ll stay.

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monsterfuneral · 4 years

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1960 / The Comfort

Headcanon Series: Paul’s Life Through The Decades

Warnings: Fluff, Family bonding, Paul is finally happy, then I rip it away :), character death, brief mention of cancer, angst, kidnapping, trauma responses (abuse resulting in memory loss)

Words: 1.4k

Author’s Note: This one just makes me soft man, also Daisy is an OC I made specifically for these headcanons I hope you like her. Anyway this is my personal favorite part so I hope you guys enjoy!

Questions regarding any of these headcanon posts are greatly welcomed! If you have your own headcanons or questions regarding mine, I would love to hear them! See you guys in the next part!

Series Masterlist

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- When I tell you Paul embraced the 60s with open arms I mean it. His previous vengeful nature had finally been shooed aside and he was left with a new decade to start fresh, and he did. They had finally moved to a new place, David’s hometown, Santa Carla. The three vampires moved into an old hotel that had been sucked underground by an earthquake, though David didn’t divulge much about his life or what this place truly meant to him, being a pretty private person he kept his lips tightly sealed.

- Paul had come to love walking around at night, the ocean breeze ruffling his now shaggy hair as he stared up into the night sky. He had found peace in being alone with his racing thoughts, sometimes commentating with himself about the things he saw or thought about in order to keep himself entertained. He was mostly thankful that the others finally trusted him to be alone again, he didn’t have Dwayne trailing after him in order to make sure he didn’t slip back into old habits.

- He also started attending concerts more. Music had always been something he thoroughly enjoyed. But his parents restricted it being played in the house growing up, unless it was strictly gospel, saying any other form of music was a pathway leading straight to the devil’s door. Thankfully now without being underneath his parent’s judgemental gaze, he allowed himself to be consumed by music. Plus he knew by now he would be going to hell either way, so why not indulge yourself in the simple pleasures? So he sang along with a joyful smile on his face.

- One of the most memorable nights of Paul’s undead life was after his first concert he attended. He had met a boy hanging by his waist over the railing of a bridge giggling to himself as he stared down at the intimidating drop. Paul asked what exactly he was doing and the stranger just said “I feel like I'm flying, man.” His words were slightly slurred and his shoulder length curls were blowing in the wind revealing his boyish face, the apples of his cheeks glowing red from the chilly air and probably a little something else.

- It was safe to say he was curious about this one. Such a strange man in loose fitting clothes just wandering about in the night clearly inebriated without a care in the world. They hit it off pretty quickly, Marko’s personality was so different from his vampire companions. Paul was able to make jokes without the fear of complete silence, or David’s infuriating smirk. Marko was a bright light in Paul’s darkness, someone who he felt an instant connection to. They would both ramble back and forth, Marko meshing perfectly with Paul’s mile-a-minute mind and Paul keeping a close eye on the wreckless stoner who seemed to have a smile that could outshine the sun.

Marko was what brought out Paul’s true self. The wild child his parents claimed him to be apparently wasn’t as wrong as he had thought.

- Marko had introduced him to his friend Daisy, an older woman who had a gap-toothed smile and wild red curls. She, much like Marko, was a beam of light. They had told him the story of how they met, how Marko had been homeless in New York after his mother was murdered, and how he had found Daisy when they both hopped into the same boxcar on a train. Marko had said she was like a mother to him and it warmed Paul’s heart seeing how close they were.

- David and Dwayne had even tagged along on occasion to smoking circles, listening to Daisy go on about her life before and after being homeless. She was a sentimental person who felt like she belonged with the trees more than anywhere else, saying her soul had been drawn to the forest and she never looked back. The two vampires had also gotten along with Marko, it felt like things were finally evened out when the five of them were together. There were no hissing arguments between David and Paul, no petty cold shoulder, just a bonfire and a shared joint and some stories being told.

- Daisy had even taught Paul about the wonders of astrology, and gifted him one of her favorite crystals much like she had done with Marko when they first met. She, like Marko, had become a beacon of light in his life, like a sister to him. She was always dragging him up to dance around the fire to her favorite Janis Joplin song, singing the lyrics with a half smoked joint between her fingers. He truly felt at home, for the first time ever, he felt loved and wanted.

- While he knew David and Dwayne cared for him, this felt different. This was a kind of bond that made him truly believe that soulmates were real, the deep connection he had with Daisy and Marko felt like nothing he had ever felt before, and there was absolutely no way he would give it up.

- Marko and Daisy had ended up finding out what they were when Paul got too high one night and let it slip. But much to everyone’s surprise neither Marko nor Daisy minded. They had told them about how they had met a handful of vampires and even werewolves during their adventures, so they weren’t exactly strangers to the supernatural. That only served to bring them all closer together, with their secret out in the open it was all smooth sailing.

- Until Daisy got sick. They all began noticing her wincing, the pained look on her face whenever she would move, the way she seemed weaker and found it hard to walk some days. Without access to doctors it was hard to figure out exactly what it was, at first they had assumed it was just something small, but she only got worse.

- They had come to the conclusion that it had to be some kind of cancer. That was when Paul had helplessly begged Daisy to let them turn her, unshed tears in his blue eyes as he crouched down next to her sleeping bag.

- But she only smiled, cupping his cheek gently before saying “I’m not meant to live forever kid, souls like mine are meant to die out.” She almost seemed at peace when it came to the idea of dying.

- When she started to get more and more sick she eventually told them where she wanted to be buried. Deep in the forest underneath a large oak tree.

- So when Daisy finally gave her last breath by the fire, Paul and Marko did exactly as she asked. They had cried at her grave until the sky started to lighten and the threat of Paul dying too was almost unavoidable.

- The next night Paul urgently asked Marko to become one of them, saying he couldn’t lose his best friend, his soulmate.

- It didn’t take much to convince Marko, after all he had quite literally lost the only person who he stayed human for, but that didn’t mean he had to lose everything. So he turned and joined them happily. Marko’s adjustment to vampirism was rocky but not nearly as bad as Paul’s, he had cravings and would sometimes go overboard but he had three people to help him gain control, he wasn’t alone like Paul had felt.

- By 1964 Paul had finally become closer to David again. He had taken Dwayne’s advice and talked to him about all the things that had eaten away at him for the past two decades, Dwayne and Marko serving as mediators when things got a little more heated. But they had come to an agreement, an understanding.

- But it seemed just as the dust was settling again things only got kicked up again when a couple of vampire hunters ambushed Paul one night, kidnapping him and using him as bait to lure in the others. The abuse he endured had left spots in his memory, not able to even remember just how bad things had gotten, it was all just flashes of him screaming and begging for mercy.

- David quite literally tore through the hunters in order to save Paul, a crazed look in his eyes which only softened when Paul was finally safe. It almost felt like for the first time in three decades Paul had been reduced back to the cowering boy he was when David first met him. It was a hard sight for all of them to take in, especially Marko. It took a good five years for Paul to fully recover from the traumatic experience.

But now his relationship with David had been set in stone, David had proven that he would go to any lengths to keep the boys safe, no matter how dangerous.

#paul imagine #paul the lost boys #paul #the lost boys #the lost boys 1987 #the lost boys imagine #the lost boys imagines #the lost boys headcanons #the lost boys headcanon #tlb imagine #tlb headcanon #tlb #tlb 1987 #monster writes

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letsbenditlikebennett · 4 years

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Werewolves of London || Ariana & Luis

TIMING: Current PARTIES: @ontheluis & @letsbenditlikebennett SUMMARY: After Luis talks about eating wolfsbane on the regular online, Ariana gets him to meet with her. CONTENT: Disease (lycanthropy) and cannibalism mentions

The slow longing chords of Solamente Una Vez wafted through a grove whose canopy yellowed leaves were gradually succumbing to winter’s encroachment. The ground was a soggy carpet of fallen leaves broken up by tumorous roots and mossy slabs of rock left over from the passage of ancient glaciers.

Luis sat on a fallen log, letting the concentration of playing and the sound of his guitar take him away. Ever since his injury and the blackouts, sounds had become much louder and smells gag-inducingly intense even as the colors faded.

The autumnal reds, golds, and yellows were all the same color to Luis now. But he could pick out individual leaves rustling in the trees and tiny variations in the mud’s musk where animals decomposed under the leaf rot. Music helped distance him from a world that’d often seemed so loud that his own thoughts got swallowed up.

He was meeting @letsbenditlikebennett here today. Overall probably a bad idea for a cannibal to meet random people from the internet, but Luis let these apprehensions slide away in the notes of Solamente Una Vez.

There was something about the fall that put her at ease. While the colors were dull and muted to her, Ariana found the rustle of leaves moving on the ground with the wind had a soothing quality. In part, it allowed her to push away some of the things she was worrying about and focus on this new wolf she was about to meet. Or at least, she assumed he was a very confused werewolf with how much he seemed to like wolfsbane. If he was a wolf and wanted to survive, he was going to learn to be smarter about things. Not that being smart about things was necessarily her speciality, but hey, something about those who can’t do, can teach or something. She followed the faint sound of music to where they were meeting and as soon as she approached, her suspicions were confirmed. He smelled like a wolf and studied his features curiously to see if he could put it together, too. She calmly greeted, “Hey, I’m Ariana. We talked online, it’s good to meet you.” She extended her hand to shake and plopped down on the ground beside him. “So stoner kid, you new here or something?”

“Uh…”

The human part of Luis’ brain was confused as to why the stranger smelled weird in a familiar way as he shook her hands. But some deeper animalistic part of him knew exactly what was going on and who Ariana was. Luis’ rational mind was suspicious of the young woman who just seemed to know things, but his instincts recognized kindred like the memory of a home he’d never known.

The muscles in Luis’ body subconsciously relaxed as sat on the log beside where Ariana reclined . First the first time in a long time Luis was just himself in another person’s person without the constant fear of mauling them. Luis’ posture slumped in one of tranquil ease as he strummed strings. Pop on

Wait...what the hell was going on?

“Yeah came in about...I dunno, like a week ago?” Luis frowned with a bemused scrunch of the face common to those who don’t really worry overmuch about plans or the passage of time. “What about you? Been um...sleepwalking for long?”

Ariana studied his features as she watched him process her presence. There was no doubt as she watched his face that he could smell her, too. Even the way she saw the tension leave his shoulders made it apparent he recognized their like nature even if he had no idea what it all meant. Instincts were strong that way and wolves did better together. At least, that’s what she had always understood. She was still looking for that wolf community, but she supposed she made her own community. Her own family. That didn’t erase the responsibility she had to Luis. He was evidently very new to all of this to the point he thought he was sleepwalking. Having been at this her whole life, she had her wolf nature under solid control. It was so intertwined with who she was that she found a certain harmony. She wasn’t sure how much of that could be truly taught, but she could show him the ropes. Help make sure he stayed safe and others were safe from him. She’d need to start slowly though. “A week ago. Well, welcome to town then. May I ask what brought you here?” She looked to him calmly and enjoyed the soft music that played as he strummed the guitar. Her head bobbed slightly to the side as he mentioned sleepwalking. She ended up shaking her head slowly. “I wouldn’t quite call it sleepwalking. I’m awake. From what I understand, you won’t remember what’s happening the first year or so, but I was born like this. Before I try to explain what we are and how we’re like this, can you tell me what you make of all this?”

Luis was a naturally honest and guileless person who’d unfortunately gained some rather gory secrets. Said secrets were so unbelievable that Luis hid them even from himself. Luis had seen his own partially shifted reflection and recognized that the enormous tooth marks on his victims didn’t match his own human incisors. The evidence led inevitably towards a conclusion that was as incriminating as it was insane, thus Luis had descended into denial and heavy substance abuse as a substitute to facing down the wolf in the mirror.

But Luis trusted Ariana, even if he didn’t know how he could instinctively put so much faith in a complete stranger.

“I always cause trouble in town, hurt people when I don’t mean to,” was today’s giant understatement. “So I just kinna keep hiking when shit goes down,” Luis said, as if this qualified as a solid plan. “Now I’m here.”

Ariana’s second question elicited a frightened stare from Luis. The young man’s jaw muscles clenched and the impulse to just run headlong into the woods clearly played across his expressive features. However the sense of lupine belonging was apparently strong enough that Luis worked himself back into calm. He began playing soft chords again and halting words eventually followed.

“You were born like this,” Luis finally asked, his low tenor voice cracking a little. “That’s horrible...I’m sorry.” Ariana asked for his theory and Luis struggled to find the words. “I’ve caught some sorta disease,” he began. “I’m angry most of the time now,” Luis admitted. “Sometimes I can keep it in, but when I lose my chill I bite people….I uh….wake up with lots of dead people around me some mornings,” Luis said after a long painful swallow. “All gnawed up.”

Being a werewolf was the only thing Ariana had ever known. It was difficult for her to imagine life any other way and it was far from something she’d ever want to change about herself. Still, she couldn’t imagine her biology changing overnight like this. There was no denying this whole experience was difficult for Luis and she wasn’t entirely sure on how to make it better. This sort of thing came naturally to Ariana so she’d just have to show him how she managed. Surely he’d be able to learn. Winn had seemed to gain pretty solid control of his wolf side after some time. She ignored the way her heart thudded harder at the thought of Winn and how she wished he was here to help.

“I understand, but I can help with that. I know it has to be scary,” she said in the most soothing tone she could muster despite her own apprehension. She didn’t know him well enough to reach out for a comforting gesture, so she just kept her gaze soft and on him. “Well, you don’t have to run anymore. You can learn to control this.”

The apology that she was born like this felt wrong. She’d never disliked what she was. In fact, she was quite proud of it. She was powerful and she was good. Her instincts gave her an edge and she felt at peace with what she was. “Oh, don’t be sorry. It’s not a bad thing. At least, I always knew what I was and how to live in a way that caused minimal harm to others. Once you get used to it, I think maybe you can feel the same way.”

“It’s called lycanthropy,” she responded carefully, “You change on the full moon or sometimes likely when you feel afraid. If you want to avoid that, you’ll need to find a reasonable spot to spend the full moon. I usually go deep out into the forest, but I’ve been at this a long time. I remember my full moons. How long have you been like this?”

“I’m not scared,” Luis snapped, the words coming in out as a low snarl deep in his throat. It was a heated lie of course, Luis had lived in a constant state of anger and fear for months now. But the irrational rage at Arriana’s gentle assurance had been instantaneous .

It took Luis a second to realize he’d bared his teeth and tensed up. “Uh sorry,” he apologized, flushing a hot red around the cheeks and neck with embarrassment. “You uh didn’t deserve that…”

Luis’ following dubious expression hinted that perhaps he couldn’t conceive how being born this way could be anything other than misfortune but was keeping that to himself.

“Lycanthropy,” Luis repeated, his annunciation making it clear that the word didn’t register any significance to him beyond being vaguely sciency sounding. “Change...you mean when I go crazy” he reasoned before frowning in thought. “Uhhhhh like ...a few months?”

“Easy now,” Ariana soothed as she placed her hands up to show she meant no harm. The defensive reaction confirmed he was in fact scared though he tried to hide it. The reaction was hardly one she could fault Luis for. It wasn’t a convincing brave face, but she knew she put one on often enough and could understand. “It’s okay, Luis,” she said easily, “You don’t have to apologize. I know this is a lot and whatever you’re feeling right now is valid.”

She couldn’t pretend to understand what he was going through. Being a werewolf had been part of her life since day one. She’d never be able to understand being thrust into a different life overnight and she didn’t envy Luis for that. Explaining all of this wasn’t going to be easy. “Lycanthropy,” she repeated again. She wanted to just out and say werewolf, but that would seem far fetched to most.

“Yes, there are some physical changes you go through during that time of the month or if you feel threatened at all,” she explained as simply as she could. This felt so watered down, but she didn’t want him to immediately run thinking she was crazy. “From what I’ve been told, most don’t remember these changes for the first year. But I think you know they’re happening. Like right now, you can probably smell that I’m like you. Are you following? Do you have any questions?”

“Uuuuhhhhh.” Luis’ expression and the manner in which he fiddled with the hood of his red sweatshirt suggested he wasn’t following particularly closely. He might’ve even gotten a bit lost on the mental trail.

“So why would I be able to smell that you’ve got the same disease as me,” Luis wondered aloud, blissfully unaware of how his body had already fundamentally changed on the cellular level since that first full moon. “What physical changes do you mean? Like...am I going to start foaming at uh, the mouth or whatever?

This was far more difficult than Ariana would have liked. Her tendency towards honesty and bluntly stating things wasn’t what this situation called for. Luis was confused. He didn’t understand any of this and she had to ease him into all this as much as she could. Not that there was really a way to do that. He was a werewolf and that was that. He couldn’t slowly learn his more wolflike nature. She fumbled with some of the rocks on the ground. Sitting still had never been her strong point and the motions gave all the energy coursing through her some sort of outlet. Albeit, not a productive one, but an outlet all the same.

“It’s not quite a disease, at least not for me. It’s just what I am. Well, what we are,” she started and fidgeted with one of the stones in her hand, “You’re not human anymore. I never have been. I don’t know a way to make this any easier to understand, so I’m just going to tell you. If you’re going to be safe and keep others safe from you, there are things you need to know.”

Was that enough of a preface for this? She didn’t know. None of this was far fetched to her. She finally let the rocks fall back to the ground. “Not foaming at the mouth, not really. Drooling maybe. It’s a little more intense than that though. We look more wolf-like than human-like under the light of the full moon. Our instincts match it, too. A drive to hunt. You shouldn’t be anywhere near other people during the full moon.” For a good number of reasons, but her responsibility now was to him.

“Hombre-lobo,” mouthed Luis incredulously after a moment, “you mean we’re werewolves...like Dog Soldiers movie stuff?”

Luis’ wide-eyed expression in that instant was more the unguarded surprise of someone who's been walked in on while naked rather than actual unbelief.

But the walls came up seconds after, a shadow of that same impulsive rage from before mingled with humor, as if human and wolf were inwardly disagreeing on how they should deal with this. “Fuuuuck!” It came out as both a laugh and an angry curse. “You had me, you friggen had me!” Luis slammed a fist jocularly on the log beside him, perhaps not realizing that his blow left a dent in the solid wood. “How could you like? ‘You’re not human anymore….madre de dios..what the hell Bennet.”

Luis’ fingers danced along the strings in an upbeat staccato rhythm, breaking into Warren Zevon’s 1978 “Werewolves of London.”

“I saw a werewolf with a Chinese menu in his hand,” he claimed to Ariana with a raise of tawny of eyebrows and a more peaceable smile. “Walking through the streets of SoHo in the rain

He was looking for a place called Lee Ho Fook's

Gonna get a big dish of beef chow mein…”

“Aaoooooo,” Luis hollered with a grin, his tenor voice sending the chorus through the glade’s quiet as he steady rhythm on the guitar continued on. “Werewolves of London!”

Aaoooooo

Werewolves of London!

Aaoooooo

“You hear him howling around your kitchen door

You better not let him in

Little old lady got mutilated late last night…”

The unwilling murderer’s fingers missed a chord after that mention of carnage, normally smooth voice cracking for an instant. But after that momentary tremble he went on about the ‘the hairy-handed gent who ran amuck in Kent’ and ‘a werewolf drinking a piña colada at Trader Vic's.’

“Why come all the way out here to troll me with that,” Luis eventually asked as the last notes of Zevon faded. “Like...it was great, I’m only like a ...quarterish pissed,” he admitted with a grin that waned at the edges as he searched Arianna’s face but didn’t find a prank fulfilled.

“Why?”

“Well, yes,” Ariana answered slowly as she had not expected him to immediately catch on to what she meant. She watched him carefully and tried to decipher just what was going through his head. “I’ve never seen that movie, but probably not quite. Movies don’t usually get this shit right.” Twilight and Teen Wolf were proof of that.

Any sense of chill in his demeanor was quickly lost and Ariana was stuck staring at him wide-eyed. Of course he thought she was fucking with him. Before all of this, he was probably just some normal guy living a normal life and now had something he wasn’t capable of understanding thrust upon him. Still, he was being kind of an ass about it. She grumbled and said, “I’m not fucking with you, dude. I know it seems crazy, but the sooner you believe what’s going on, the sooner we can work on keeping you and others safe.”

Then he started playing some song she’d never heard with an amount of vigor that left her shifting uncomfortably on the ground. Luis really had no basis or understanding of the supernatural. This wasn’t going to be easy. Hell, she wasn’t even sure if she was the person that should be helping him. Her help seemed to hurt more than help more often than not these days, but she couldn’t just leave him to fend for himself.

Her arms crossed over her chest and there was an annoyed look on her face as he continued to play some weird werewolf song. When he finally stopped, it was clear he was no closer to believing her. “Bro, I’m not trolling you,” she snapped back, “If I was trolling you, how would I have been able to guess that it was a wolf who attacked you? That you black out around the full moon? I’d even wager that you’re probably sore as hell the following days… you know, because every bone in your body breaks and shifts. That gets better over time, but you have to admit there’s some shit going on with you that there’s no normal answer for.”

“Why,” she marveled, “Because I know you can sense we’re alike, even if you can’t understand. Because I know what I’m doing and how to keep myself from hurting people. Because it’s obvious you need help.”

It’d been clear that Luis had intended to play this encounter off as a cute girl pulling his leg and avoid the uncomfortable topics beneath the surface. He’d make fun of the entire werewolf thing, she’d drop it, they’d do a few joints maybe, and it’d all be chill.

But the moment Ariana brought off the wolf attack in person he stopped casually strumming the strings.. He tried to fight down memories of being torn into like a screaming piece of meat, dragged and mauled on the ground beneath a thing of nightmare. The young man’s breathing started to become shallow and quicksand

“Yeah you're right,” he admitted hoarsely, the scar on his side seeming to burn like a brand. “About all that stuff, the wolf, blacking out, my bones breaking,” Luis’ skin felt cold and clammy down his spine as he hopped down from the log and slung the guitar over his shoulder.

“And your right, I...do...need help,” he emphasized while taking a step back from her. Because we aren’t werewolves! We’re just sick! We need a cure!”

While understanding hadn’t fully sunk in, Ariana could go with the “sick” thing until he got a proper reality check. Even if it was fucking insulting. She wasn’t a disease, but he couldn’t understand that. Not yet. And she needed to be better for him. He was the one new to all of this. Still she muttered, “I know I’m right.” It’s almost like she knew what she was talking about or something. She sighed and took in the quiet that followed him no longer strumming the strings of the guitar.

“I know it’s scary, too.” She gave a nod to show some understanding in the wake of her annoyance. She was still a bit annoyed, but she could hardly blame him for not accepting what she said at face value. Denial was a crazy thing. She leaned back on her palms and felt the crunch of leaves under her hands. With a softened look on her face, she agreed, “I guess you could say that. I don’t see it like that, but I get why you would. You don’t have to believe me about all this, but maybe you could join me for the next full moon? We can be far away from people.”

She hoped he would, but it was evident they’d need to take this whole thing slow. “Enough of that for now, we can talk more when you’re ready,” she said gently before gesturing to the guitar, “So, you know any Post Malone?”

#wickedswriting #werewolves of london #luis #illness tw #cannibalism tw #both mentions #and in reference to lycanthropy

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(1/?) oh, there you are

this is part one of a smol fic i’m writing right now.. usually i write my fics in norwegian, but i tried my best doing it in english. sooo

theme: reader x jungkook, college, fuckboy bts, kinda sexual?? idk word count: 4.7k

summary: despite all the warnings you heard about him, despite you tried to resist him - chemistry had other plans for you.

part one //

“y/n.” rosé sang as she slowly opened the door to your room.

“nooo.” you groaned as you pulled the covers over your head, trying to block out her singing voice.

she jumped on the bed next to you laughing, and putting her arm around your body while still under the covers. “y/n” she sang as she still was laughing.

you just groaned in response.

“come on, you have to go to the party tonight. it’s gonna be sooo much fun.” she begged, while you were still hiding under the covers.

you peaked up from the covers, looking down at rosé with her puppy eyes and pouted lip. “come on rosé. you know my sleeping schedule is totally fucked up right now. i’m so tired, i just wanna sleep the rest of the day.”

“that’s your master plan? you know, you are gonna sleep rest of the day, and stay awake all night. then you are gonna go to class, and then get back home, and sleep all day. and repeat the next week.” you knew there was some truth to it. “if you go to this party, you’ll stay awake all evening, and then we can go home by 2 am. you’ll fall asleep immediately when you get home, and you’ll be on your way to fixing your stupid sleeping schedule.”

you didn’t answer because it was a genius plan. your sleeping schedule had been a pain in the ass ever since uni started again a week ago. you had tried everything to fix it but it always ended up with you falling asleep way too early and just making the situation worse. and besides, it was rumored that this party was going to be huge. you really didn’t want to miss it.

“so, am i making any sense?” rosé said as she looked at you with eyes filled with hope.

“i mean, you are.” you gave her a small smile. rosé’s eyes widened, and soon she was cheering loudly.

she wrapped her arms around your body and hugged you like a koala. “oh my god this is gonna be so much fun!!!”

you chuckled at her reaction. it made you happy seeing how happy she got.

“jimin is making punch so we can have a small pre-party before we leave.” rosé said as she pulled away. she stood up from the bed, and put the lights on.

“rosé, not so fast!” you said as you hid your face in your hands, trying to slowly adjust to the bright light.

“you need to start fixing yourself. yeri and i are almost finished, you need to hurry.” she said, and when you finally managed to get up from your covers and sit up straight, she gave you the room.

you looked at yourself in the mirror, and you looked like a mess. You stripped yourself naked, wrapped the towel around your body and made your way to the bathroom. you took a quick shower, and mentally thanked yourself that you shaved your legs the night before when you had woken up, and had time to kill before school started. you used to the good shampoo and conditioner that you only saved for special times, like now. you were happy that rosé managed to convince you to go, because even though your eyelids were still a bit heavy you had already missed out too much because of your dumb sleeping schedule. first weeks of uni where always filled with parties that were too good to miss, and you had already missed a bunch of them.

you finished showering, and you quickly retrived back to your room. you towel dried your hair and dried your body, before putting on matching black underwear (you never know). you put on a black longsleeve that was cropped, with a pair of black wide legged trousers. It was simple and casual, but still cool. you quickly did your makeup routine, with a simple bronzed eyeshadow look with defined brows. you were impressed with yourself by the end of it, and satisfied with finished look. You just finished with spraying some of your favorite perfume on you.

you walked out of your room, and down the stairs to the rest of your housestand were sitting. you lived together with rosé, yeri and jimin. you knew jimin and yeri from before, and you agreed early on to look for a house together. you then found an advertisement posted by rosé, who was looking for three new roommates in this huuuge house. the three of you decided it was worth a shot, after looking at pictures of this beautiful house that was surprisingly not that expensive if you split the rent equally. and it resulted in rosé melting into the group perfectly. like it was meant to be.

“there she is!” yeri cheered as you walked into the kitchen. they were all sitting around the kitchen island as jimin poured everyone a glass of the punch he had just made. you were by nature sceptical of everything jimin made that had alcohol in it, but you were broke as fuck at the moment, and you took whatever alcohol you could get your hands on.

“oh you look really nice.” jimin complimented as you sat next to him, and him fixing you a drink.

“thanks.” you replied, and then suddenly music started playing from the speakers. you looked at yeri grinning who was sitting with her phone, probably the one putting on music by the sound of what was playing.

the pre-party was really fun, like always. if you, yeri and Jimin were ever moving away you would take rosé with you. she was a part of the group now, and all four of you were just like meant to be together. this was like the happiest group home ever, you could never be angry. you four balanced each other perfectly. you had jimin and rosé who was balls of sunshines, while you and yeri were a little on the opposite side, balancing the group just right.

the four of you decided to walk to the party, as it wasn’t far away. you locked your elbow with jimin’s as yeri and rosé walked in front of you two. you were not that drunk, but drunk enough that whatever Jimin said made you giggle and you tagged along whenever rosé started singing.

“who is hosting this party exactly?” you asked jimin as you started hearing the music blast.

“min yoongi and jung hoseok.” he answered. “jung hoseok is from a really rich family so he has this big house that is perfect for hosting huge parties, and he never lets down on that front.”

you chuckled. “i don’t mind.” min yoongi was in your political history class two years ago, so you knew him at least a little.

“me neither.” jimin answered as you arrived to the source of the music. “looks like we’re here.”

you looked up to the house, and man it was huge. the house was filled with people. people were standing outside smoking cigarettes with a red cup in their hands. another couple was making out right next to the stairs. this is promising.

you four walked up the stairs and went inside, and it was like any other party. at first the four of you hanged together at the couch, but one by one you all scattered to the wind. rosé probably seeing her crush chanyeol, yeri just going downstairs to the stoners, and jimin finding himself a hot girl to fuck.

when you realized you were alone, and that you were sobering up, you managed to bully your way through people and made your way into the kitchen. there you saw a red cup standing unused on the bench. you grabbed it before anyone could, and now, you just had to find you some booze.

suddenly you felt a hand on your shoulder. “y/n!” a familiar voice shouted. you snapped your head towards the source of the voice, and saw taehyung standing there.

you grinned as you saw the black haired young man. “hey taehyung.” you said as you pulled him into a hug.

“i’m so happy to see you here. haven’t seen you in any parties since the semester started.”

you shrugged. “i’ve been having some sleeping trouble, haven’t just felt like it.”

“aftermath from being home all summer?” he chuckled.

“something like that.” you replied. “you got any booze?” you asked, changing the subject. you had seen vodka bottles lying around, but being a responsible adult you wanted to avoid those, just in case.

“yeah, me and my buddy brought some.” he said, and motioned you to follow him. you followed taehyung down the hall and up the stairs, and you couldn’t comprehend how huge this house was. yoongi was lucky he had a rich friend.

you arrived upstairs, and there was another living room filled with people. the room was lit up with red light that was taped up against the roof around the room.

taehyung sat down on the couch, and made room for you too. he had a bag under the table, and brought up an absolut vodka bottle unopened.

you grinned at him. “that’s perfect tae.” you grabbed the bottle out of his hands, ripped of the plastic, and poured vodka into your red plastic cup. he offered some red bull, which you gladly accepted.

taehyung was your classmate, and kind of like your study buddy. you were both doing a bachelor degree in science, and you had been good friends since both of you started last year. “so, how’s life?” taehyung asked as he put down his bottle back in the bag.

“the same. what about you?” you asked, and he shrugged his shoulders.

“the same. by the way did your friend yeri come?”

you giggled. “please just admit you have a crush on her.”

“i don’t! or… i just find her very beautiful.” he admitted. taehyung has had this thing for yeri since he met her once at your place, but he was too shy to hit on her.

“i don’t get it. you’re such a playboy and you can’t even talk to her without blushing like a school girl!” you teased him. every party taehyung went to he managed to get some pussy, but he was terrified to talk to yeri.

“but like, yeri is so… she’s such a proper girl!”

“you know she’s downstairs getting high with rest of the stoners, right?” you chuckled at him using the word proper to describe yeri. “but yeah, i understand. she’s blunt and honest, and can be a little intimidating if you don’t know her.”

“yeah, see?” he sighed like he felt defeated.

“she’s a tough nut to crack, but she’s worth it. i can give you her snapchat, so you can add her later?”

he nodded. “okay. or maybe if i get enough liquid courage i can maybe try and talk to her later.”

“yeah, just be yourself. she hates it when people try to be something they are obviously not. and she’s studying bio engineering, so you have something in common.” you said as he took a big sip of his drink.

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time went, and you had probably sat with taehyung for over an hour just talking about everything between heaven and earth. you were getting pretty drunk, and you had already drank half the vodka bottle.

“you know what taehyung?” you asked him as you put your hand on his shoulder.

“hmm?”

“i think you should go and talk to yeri. right now.” you smiled.

“no i’m not drunk en-”

“if you are too drunk then she’s just going to think you are loser. go now.” you said, and he looked at you as he squinted his eyes.

he stayed silent. he was probably debating in his head wether it’d be a good idea or not to do so. “come on taehyung. you’re a catch. she’s missing out if she thinks otherwise.”

those few words seemed to boost him. “fine.” he said as he stood up. “fine i’ll do it,”

“yes!” you cheered as you raised your hands in the air, but you realized you hit something behind you.

you turned around and saw a boy standing right behind you. “you mind?” he said as he looked down at you.

“jungkook!”‌ taehyung said as he grabbed this boy into a half embrace. after the embrace he looked down back at you. “wish me luck.”

“you got this.” you smiled at him, before he went past the boy and walked away.

you looked back at jungkook. “so, you mind jumping in?”

“oh, of course.” you said as you jumped to taehyung’s previous spot. you looked back at jungkook. he was wearing a black t-shirt that fit his upper body perfectly, exposing a lot of small tattoos on both of his arms. he had nice black hair, that was parted in the middle of his forhead. it looked like every strand of hair was carefully placed, just so it looked perfect. which it did.

he turned his head to you. “like what you see?”

you swallowed at his words, surprised at how direct he was. you just gave him a small smile, took a quick sip of your drink. “meh, not yet.”

he smirked at you as his arm went to the black bag that taehyung had brought, and grabbed the absolut vodka that you had been drinking from like your life depended on it. “what, who drank half my bottle?”

you internally panicked. taehyung that rat, you mentally wished for yeri to decline him now. “uhm…..” you managed to get out of your mouth, and his head snapped at you. “well, i guess i did, but it was taehyung who offered it to me. he said it was his.”

he shook his head. “typical taehyung. sees a pretty girl and he does everything to get them to bed.” he said as he started pouring himself a drink.

you scoffed. “taehyung and i are just friends, he was only trying to be nice.” you say as you defend your idiot friend. “although i wish he didn’t steal vodka from his friend.”

he smiled a little. “it’s fine. i’ll just steal some from him next time.” he turned his body so he was facing you now. “how do you know taehyung by the way?”

“he’s my classmate.” you replied. “you?”

“aaah, so you study science. i actually live with the guy.”

you furrowed your eyebrows. “weird he never mentioned it to me. we’ve been close friends for over a year now.”

he shrugged his shoulders. “he probably wanted to keep you all to himself.”

you laughed at his answer. “yeah yeah, as if.” you shook your head at the answer, getting a little embarrased too. “what do you study then?”

he took a large sip from his drink before he answered. “well, i’m studying arts.”

his answer surprised you. “wow, wouldn’t have guessed.” you answered. “but that’s really cool. do you have job in mind that you’d like to do?”

he breathed out. “i mean, its tough getting a job as an artist. i don’t know. maybe i’ll go into teaching, or maybe i’ll just start tattooing. who knows.” he said as he rubbed his face with one of his hands, before he propped his elbow and rested his head on it as he kept looking at you.

“i was actually considering taking a bachleor degree within arts too, but i don’t know, don’t know what i would do with it.” you said as you leaned back against the sofa.

his eyes widened at your answer. “no way, you draw, paint or?”

you took another sip from your drink. “i draw, and i guess you draw too because of the tattooing plans?”

“meh, i draw mostly but i do enjoy paiting as well.” he said. “what are your plans with that science bachleor of yours?” he asked.

“i don’t know yet. but i do know that i want a job that’s well paid. maybe i’ll finish off with a master of biomedicine.”

he shook his head. “oh come on, money isn’t everything.”

you raised your eyebrows. “i know it isn’t. but when you grow up poor you kind of don’t want your future family to go through the same thing.” usually, you wouldn’t talk about your childhood to a complete stranger, but you were too drunk to care.

he nodded. “no, i get that too.”

“i did actually take arts history, political history and author study classes two years ago, but i’ve always had an interest in science too so.”

you noticed his eyes eyeing you up and down, and you couldn’t help yourself but to smirk. “like what you see?” you asked, referring to the question he earlier asked.

“i don’t know yet, maybe i have to see more to decide that.” he smirked as he sat closer to you.

you laughed at his action, and he couldn’t help but to smile when he heard you laugh. “maybe, if you’re lucky.” you chuckled, cheeks getting red. you mentally thanked yourself that you were wearing the best cover foundation ever.

jungkook wasn’t actually going to the party, he just went so taehyung would stop nagging at him. but after talking to you he didn’t regret it one bit. although he had a long history of picking up girls, fucking them, and ghosting them, he felt like you were different. like, if he actually did get to take you home, take off your clothes and fuck you senseless he wouldn’t mind, but that wasn’t his first priority right now. he just enjoyed talking to you.

“but like, i don’t think i would be tough enough to study arts like you.” you said, changing the subject back to what you were talking about earlier.

he furrowed his eyebrows. “how so?”

“like that’s one of the reasons why i didn’t study it. you just have to be so open about your art. share it with everyone and background for it. don’t you get anxiety when you have to do that?” you ask.

“i just make shit up. i know you are supposed to share, but i don’t. and not all art i make has some deep shit background to it, but if it does, i just say some stupid made up shit. i could paint an angel for an example, but i don’t tell the rest of my class it represents my dead grandmother. i just smile and say it represents my bright bright personality.” he said, and you couldn’t help but laugh at his answer.

you realized what he had told you, and you put your hand over your mouth. “i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to laugh-”

“don’t be, it’s comical as hell.” he smiled. “but yeah, i don’t owe anyone anything. if i wanna share i share, but i don’t like the rule that you have to share. because i fucking don’t.” he replied flatly,

you smiled. “i like that.”

“you afraid you have to unveil all of your deep dark secrets?”

“it would’ve been awkward to say at least.” you said, taking another sip. “and when i look at other people’s pieces i don’t always like hearing the background for it, because everyone interprets things differently. you kind of make up your own meaning of it, you know?” you said looking directly into his eyes.

“i know what you mean.” he said, and then he took a quick look at his watch. “do you have class tomorrow?”

“chemistry at 9 am.” you said, checking your phone to look at the clock. it was 1:03 am. “for four fucking hours.”

“you must really hate yourself if you voluntary go to a party the night before a four hour chemistry lecture.”

you tucked your hair behind your ear. “yeah, just a part of my destructive behavior. it was actually more of a tactic, to get a more normal sleeping schedule.”

“why, what’s wrong with it?”

“just sometimes i have a tendency to sleep too much for a period of time and it just ruins my whole structure of the day. normally i would wake up now, and just wait for class to start.”

“and what do you do eight hours before class starts? stare at the ceiling?”

“basically.”

“why don’t you hang out with someone?”

you chuckled as you rolled your eyes. “yeah because normal people are awake all night.”

“next time you can call me.” he smirked.

“well it looks like my sleeping schedule will be normal by tomorrow, but i’ll remember it for next time.” you replied as you looked into his eyes, and he did the same. “so when i call you next time, you have no right to be pissed if i wake you up. you said so yourself.”

he chuckled before his mouth turned into a smirk. he moved even closer to you, cutting the small space between the two of you. his finger went under your chin to lift it up to his level, and his lips moved even closer to you. “pissed is the last thing i’ll be." he whispered. he was so close you could feel his breathing, and all you wanted to do was to close that small space between your lips. you were so nervous, you were sure your whole body was trembling. his hand moved from your chin to your cheek, before he closed that small space between your lips.

kissing jungkook wasn’t like any other drunk kisses you had experienced. it was slow, it wasn’t rushed like it usually was. his lips were so soft, gentle. his other hand went to your waist, pulling you even closer to him as if that was possible. as he did that you swung your leg over his lap, so you were straddling him. “eager are we?”

you took a quick look around you, and luckily there weren’t a lot of people left upstairs. “shut up.” you said, and you put both of your hands on each side of his face before you kissed him again. your lips melted perfectly into his. you felt like his lips were custom made just to fit yours perfectly. hadn’t it been for the vodka streaming in your blood you would never be this intimate with someone publicly, but it was something with jungkook that made you forget all of your principles and values.

everytime his skin was against yours you felt it, only a thousand times more intense. when he put his hand back on your bare waist, only that was enough to make you mad with lust. as you made out more you could feel his bulge against your core, and all you wanted to was to take jungkook with you home.

your kiss was interrupted with your phone buzzing like crazy. as you pulled away you looked down at jungkook who was out of breathe. you really didn’t want it to stop, but when you grabbed your phone and saw that the caller-id was rosé, you know you had to answer it. “i’m sorry.” you said quickly to jungkook before you climb off him, and answer the phone. “yes?!” you said, sounding a little too annoyed.

you immediately recognized what was happening on the other side of the line. “can you please come to the bathroom downstairs?” you heard her crying.

“yeah of course.” you said, immediately forgetting about her cockblocking you. “i’m on my way.” you hung up on the phone. you gave jungkook an apologetic look, before taking your red cup, downing it, and leaving to go and help rosé.

rosé crying at parties wasn’t anything new to you. and you were definitely not the caregiver person when drunk, but considering it was rosé, you felt obligated too. there were only three people in this world you would take care of when drunk, and that was jimin, rosé and yeri.

you arrived outside the bathroom door at the same time as jimin, meaning she had called both of you. jimin knocked carefully at the door, “rosé?” he called out softly.

you heard a click voice, and as he opened the door, it showed rosé with her face down in the toilet, puking her guts out.

“amazing.” you muttered to jimin as both of you kneeled next to her, and jimin gathered all of her hair and put it in the hair tie you handed him.

rosé turned her head against you when she finally stopped puking. her eyes were filled with tears. “i made a fool of myself in front of chanyeol.” she cried out. “i started puking right outside where i was standing having a conversation with him. he looked disgusted with me!” she said as she made her ugly cry face.

“oooh.” you said as patted her back, and she started puking even more. you looked at jimin, and it looked like he didn’t know wether he wanted to laugh or cry.

after a while when rosé finally stopped puking, jimin lifted her up bridal style from the bathroom floor. “i swear to god if you puke on me i’ll throw you in the river.” he said quietly as both of you began moving out of the bathroom. you checked your clock and it was about 3 am. there weren’t a lot of people left, probably because it was a tuesday.

“y/n, would you mind getting my bag by the speakers in the living room?” jimin said to you as you followed him out the door.

“yeah sure.” you answered, and then you turned around and made your way to the living room. you quickly recognized jimin’s bag laying untouched right next to the huge speakers. you picked it up, but quickly let go of it as you felt two hands wrap around your waist.

“that was mean, leaving me like that.” you recognized jungkook’s voice whispering in your ear. your body melted right into his chest, and you could again feel his bulge against your ass.

“sorry, it was an emergency.” you said as one of your hands went up to his neck.

you turned around in his embrace, and held yourself steady by placing your hands on his shoulders. you now regretted that one drink you took before going downstairs and helping rosé. his hands crept from your waist down your back, getting dangerously low. “you know, we can always go back to my dorm…” he smirked.

honestly at this point there was nothing more you wanted. you wanted to go back with him home and bounce on his dick for the rest of the night, but you knew better. you would have to wake up in five hours by now, and you knew you would hate yourself if you woke up at jungkook’s.

you sighed in defeat, you couldn’t go. “i’m sorry. right now there is nothing more i want than to go home with you, but you know, four hour chem lecture in six hours.” you said.

you pulled away from his embrace, and picked up jimin’s bag and slung it over your shoulder. “see you around i guess.”

he looked rather defeated. “sure, i guess.”

you walked past him and out the door. you started jogging when you could see jimin standing not too far ahead with rosé, who looked like she was puking in a bush.

you reached them quickly, and you couldn’t hold in your laugh after rosé collapsed into the hard pavement, and jimin had to lift her up again. “did she puke on you?” you asked jimin.

“luckily no, not this time.” the three of you walked towards your dorm. all you could think about was jungkook. you really wish you were walking towards his dorm now with him, and not alone home. maybe you would meet him this weekend at wendy’s?

you all three arrived home without rosé puking again. jimin lifted her into her bedroom as you fixed her a bucket with a plastic bag (in case she puked again), a couple of pain killers and a plastic bottle of water on her nightstand.

you went to your bedroom. you took all of your clothes, before you grabbed make up wipes and removed your make up. you couldn’t help but til smile when you thought of tonight. jungkook was one of the first boys you had ever met were everything just felt right. the conversation was easy, you actually had common interests, and he was hot as hell. and he seemed interested in you.

you laid down on your bed, and it didn’t take long until your heavy eyelids took over and you fell asleep.

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Happiness Overload Chapter Sixty-One

Like before, I was how it began. I was also how it would end.

I knew it was coming up, and things were coming together, although with a few gaps. That was fine, of course. I would be happy either way. Whether it made sense or didn’t. But I knew that things couldn’t be perfect. I never counted on that in the first place.

I smiled as I took a bite out of my cotton candy. What a delight the fluffy sugar concoction was. Although it was a great source of joy, I also felt that if I were to part with it, I would be happy either way. Because of course I would be. That was how it worked.

“Say, cotton candy, do you believe in guardian angels?” I grinned as I took a bite into my cotton candy. Of course the food made no reply, but I was happy to have its company all the same, and I would be all the more happier if my pink sugar friend could talk to me.

“YES! GUARDIAN ANGELS ARE BEST!”

I couldn’t agree more.

“And do you believe in succubi? Demons?”

“IF IT MAKES YOU HAPPY, THEN YES!”

“What about eldritch beings beyond mortal comprehension?”

“YES! HAPPINESS IS BEYOND COMPREHENSION!”

Again, couldn’t agree more. Comprehension itself was a funny word which made little sense to me. Things didn’t have to make sense to be happy, although a little awareness never hurt the experience.

Soon Velvet and Coriander would make it to the front of the headquarters, and so too would I. While it took me a while to get used to the new name, I had to admit that Coriander fit her well. Although I’ve not known her long, I figured it was fine enough to add her to the roster of friends that I’ve made along the way.

I let out a sigh. The kind one would make after sipping a really fizzy soda. Or maybe it was less of a sigh and more of a burp.

I really couldn’t be happier for them, and I could be very happy. If nothing else could be said, at least I could say that I got to see my friends. Just like I wanted.

Was it true that I did things because doing something always felt better than doing nothing? I mean, gee, I faked my way into the CIA, I stole a UFO from Area 51, I lived underneath a university and took orders from a conspiracy nut, I saved a clone’s life, I lived underneath a pyramid among stoner aliens for over three years, and I had one hell of a time going to Area 51 all over again.

...What a mess my life has been. But it wasn’t that I did such over the top things without purpose. There was always a reason behind what I did, even if at times it was because I tried to run away from a smaller problem.

But was it true that I was still that way?

Partially. Yes.

I mean, at the moment, I was running toward the front of an evil organization’s headquarters along with my girlfriend (no applause necessary) and we were about to bust in on whatever evil geniuses awaited us. The reason behind it all was in an effort to save our version of Earth, or at least save something.

But it was a little different, too.

Throughout our struggle in The Flashbulb HQ, I’ve declared that Coriander was more important to me than the world itself. That it didn’t matter what happened to the world as long as she was safe, and I meant it. I fucking meant that.

Even if we failed, at least we’d fail together. It was amazing to think that someone like me could have even been in a relationship with someone. I never saw it coming, that was for sure. It was never planned that way, but a welcome addition.

“Hey, how are we going to intimidate them without a weapon?” I turned to my partner (both in crime, and in life).

“Damn it! We should have thought about that before we ran out!” She cursed.

“Well, we’ll figure out something. We’ve made it this far,” I reassured the both of us. I didn’t know how much reassurance she needed, or if it was all me. Like the furthest we got to the front, the more the feeling of powerlessness sank in.

“Hey,” I gulped. “I’m sorry about back there. Us going along with Popsigirl.”

“You have nothing to be sorry about. I’m the one who said to go along with it,” she replied through growled words.

“I know, but I feel like I should have done more to protect you from her and –”

“Enough!” She snapped. “I...I don’t even want to think about her right now!” I saw her shake in place and my worry only grew from there. It seemed like she even scared herself, as she looked my way, but not at me.

“I’m sorry. I get that you’re worried about me,” her voice but a murmur. “But I’m trying to put my feelings aside because I don’t want to spend the rest of my days here. Whether I’m even able to live on Earth again or not, if I’m going to have any chance at that, these guys need to be defeated, and if there’s a chance, any at all, I’ll take it.”

“I understand that,” I should have been on the same page. Because of course defeating The Flashbulb was our goal.

“Am I selfish for this?” She asked, which surprised me even more.

I shook my head. “I want the same thing.” Of course I could say that. But I wanted more. Or I wanted less.

No. Never mind that. Not when we were so close. If I had to choose between the world and her, I’d choose her. But that didn’t mean I would stop fighting for the world, either. Just as she said, as long as there’s a chance…

“Let’s keep going,” I told her. She nodded.

It was somewhere during the race against time, something which didn’t even feel real, when I realized what it was: it wasn’t that we weren’t in sync. Rather, I had rubbed off on her.

“Hey,” she turned to me and it looked to me like she was trying to force out a smile. “What do you say? ‘Til death do us part?”

Yet again, I was shocked. One hit KO damage. Minus 9999 HP.

“Yeah,” I chuckled. “Whatever that means.”

It wasn’t so much that I fancied the idea of living in such a place among people who probably ruined countless lives, but maybe you could say that I grew acclimated? Or I accepted that my life as a head nurse’s assistant, as it seemed I needed to have a place somehow. All in all, it wasn’t too bad.

I mean, Dr. Nightingale could be quite domineering. It wasn’t just that it seemed like she hovered over everyone’s heads, either, but maybe it had to do with her whip and fishnet stockings. But it wasn’t like she was a bad person. Sure, she took care of all those other Flashbulb members who got injured on the job, but I could tell that it came from a place of care. Then again, it could have all been wishful thinking. She provided care, I provided aftercare.

Mostly it was stuff like, “go get ‘em, tiger!” and “even a broken leg walks twice a day!” No, I didn’t see how that helped, but I did my best.

Even so, I was restless. Maybe that was how I would live out the rest of my life. Restless in a placed, surrounded by potential enemies. Unable to ever see my brother again.

Jeez. That thought out of all the others was the worst one. Sure, it could have been said that I was too dependent on him and that I could never really function well on my own. When I did live on my own, I had trouble paying the rent every month, and instead would spend my money on little trinkets in crafts, hobby, and hardware stores. Then there was me with jobs, always too distracted. When I faced an eviction notice and he took me in, well...It was like he was more of a caretaker and less of a sibling. He never asked for any rent and made sure I ate and all because he fancied the idea of helping others. Maybe that’s who I should have been, instead of making little crafts and gadgets.

Maybe that’s how it would have been for all of my friendships, and any potential relationship. It was too hard to see myself as anyone else other than the dependent one. That was why it was so important for us to separate from the others, because otherwise I would have been too reliant on others, and that would have really gotten to me.

It was the same for Trent, too. Or maybe I had pushed that on him. No, I couldn’t let myself think that way. He wanted to stay on Earth.

Is he dead?

My heart dropped at the notion of such a thought, but it was the likely scenario. At least he got to choose something that made him happy before we parted ways.

I shook my head. What would the others think, if they saw me? Smiley ol’ me, sulking. They had their own purpose, and if things all went well, they would soon leave as well. I couldn’t force Blanc, Velvet, or Coriander to stay even if I wanted to. I wanted them to live the best life they could, and I already knew that meant going their own path.

If the organization dissolved, where would that leave me? I had to believe that things would fall into place when the time came, but things didn’t always work that way.

“I’ll just roll with the punches,” I smiled as I shook my head. Some kind of pep talk was necessary. “I need to find my own path as well.”

Memories could be bittersweet, and they could fade with time. Even worse, you could forget the whole thing. But in such a short time, I made four new friends (although it was awkward once I figured out the twist with Verse, hoo boy. But what can I say? I was awkward Queen Juniper of Awkwardland. A few bruh moments here and there were to be expected) and I was really grateful for that. Each one of them brought something different with them and gave me a new experience.

Sometimes, I too needed to take action.

“Hey Dr. Nightingale,” I greeted after getting up. “Can I make a suggestion?”

“Oh, how bold,” Dr. Nightingale spoke in a mocking tone. For such a nightingale, she seemed more like a mockingbird. Then again, I knew it came from a place of love. “One of my subs wants to suggest something to me.”

“I mean, if that’s okay with you,” I started to get nervous. No! I scolded myself. Now is not the time to be meek!

“Yeah, of course. Just put your suggestion in the suggestion box.”

“Oh!” I didn’t realize it was that simple. “Where is the suggestion box? On your desk?”

“Nope! It’s a couple kilomiles down the hall.”

“Kilomiles?”

“Yeah, don’t they teach you anything in nursing school? It’s like kilometers and miles. Simple, really. Not that it matters, since you can’t really tell the distance just by walking.”

“Right, that makes sense! So is it okay if I go over there now?”

“Go for it, missy. No one’s sick or injured right now and it’s really bumming me out.”

“Yeah, that’s...uh...too bad? Anyway, best of luck, break a leg, but maybe not too hard?” With that out of the way, I hurried off to the fabled suggestion box.

Indeed, it took a lot of walking, and if I had to take a gander at the distance from the Medical Department, indeed, I would have said that it was a couple of kilomiles. To my disappointment, the suggestion box was just a little box situated on the wall with what seemed to be thousands upon thousands crumpled up pieces of paper, all covered in dust.

“Huh. I didn’t even know dust was a thing here,” I remarked, thinking that no one else could hear me.

“You’d think that, but for some strange reason, the air purifier that filters the whole headquarters doesn’t seem to function in this one particular area. I’ve put in a suggestion to fix it, but as you can see, there’s a great deal of queries to go through before my suggestion gets taken into consideration,” someone beside me replied and I jumped where I stood. Whether the voice was of a horrific mad scientist or a blessing in disguise was anyone’s guess. I turned around.

Right before my eyes was some brunette lady in a lab coat and clipboard (already sus). I did my best to give her the benefit of the doubt, though maybe it was because she looked pretty. Especially because of how tall she was and her glasses...shit. Just like Verse. I near fainted at the idea that it could be her.

“Jeez, you look like you’ve seen a ghost. Which I’ve also placed a suggestion for a Paranormal Department, though now that I think of it, sounds a little redundant given all the paranormal antics our departments have had to deal with.”

“You are…?” I asked, scared shitless to find out the answer, but curious nonetheless.

“I’m Dr. Hepburn of the HR Department. That’s Hepburn with a capital ‘K’. Though most people already know that. Why don’t you?” Those last few words. It wasn’t her that was suspicious, it was me.

“I’m new here and mostly stick to my department, sorry,” I explained in a rather haphazard fashion. “I’m one of the head nurse’s assistants.”

“Ah,” she let out a long and exaggerated sigh, which looked like a yawn, and on second thought, it wasn’t a sigh at all, but just an ‘ahhhh’, y’know? She went on: “One of Nightingale’s subs. Not sure why she calls them that, I certainly didn’t suggest it.”

“Yeah, me either,” I let out a nervous laugh. “I would have been just fine being called an assistant.”

“So is that why you’re here? To suggest that?”

Damn. That was a good suggestion. If only I had thought of that.

I shook my head. “Actually, I wanted to suggest a couple of things. First off, I think there should be some therapists around. Like, maybe a therapy department?”

Dr. Hepburn took out a pencil and started to chew on it. “Nn...nope, sorry. That’s one thing the suggestion box can’t do. Well, the suggestion box can’t do anything, really. It just sits there. Sometimes I wonder what it would be like if it had a life of its own. Would it go around suggesting things to people? I imagine that would get annoying after a while.”

“Aw, man,” I hunched over, defeated. “Well how do new departments get made, then?”

She nibbled on her pencil some more. “You know, once you get past the pulpy taste and into the graphite, it’s really something.”

I waited for her to answer my question, and not long into waiting, she took the pencil out of her mouth and put it back into one of her pockets.

“Yeah, so it’s kind of a lengthy process,” she explained. “First a group of people at the front of the ship take a look at all the different versions of Earth across various times and see what aspects of human life can be approved upon. Then they write a report and send it in to Grandmaster Flash. After that, a new department is decided and a group of scientists are assembled. Although I will say, a therapy department isn’t a bad idea. The closest thing we’ve had to one of those was the Morale Department and it turns out that forcing people to be happy in order to preserve subservience doesn’t really help. Who would have thought?”

“Riiiiight,” I rolled my eyes. I didn’t mean to be so rude, but...that kind of thing was exactly why I had to leave home. “I would put my other suggestion in, but considering the long line, it might be better to come back later. Sorry to take up your time,” I began to walk away when she called me back to her. Well, it didn’t quite play out like that.

“Don’t bother,” she called to me. “No one ever reads these things! This box only exists to make people think we’re going to make any sort of improvements!”

I turned around and headed back toward her, as if I was lured on a string. Though that didn’t make much sense. Her quirks surpassed even mine.

“How is that an effective system?” I asked, and immediately regretted it. There was only so much bold I could be.

She shrugged. “It’s not, but what can I do? It’s not my department. Besides, isn’t it nice to make people think that you listen to them, even if you don’t?”

“Aren’t you tired of being nice, Dr. Hepburn? Don’t you ever just wanna go apeshit?”

“Yeah!” She pumped her fists. “Sometimes when I pop popcorn, I cancel the timer on the microwave two seconds before it’s set to go off because I’m just not vibing with those beeps!”

Wow. What a mad lass.

“Really living on the edge there, I see.”

“What about you, Nightingale’s little helper?”

“I...er...well, I wouldn’t really call myself a ‘nice’ person, per se...like, friendly, maybe? But really, I’m just passive. So yeah. Real hypocritical of me to tell you not to be.”

“Nah, I can tell, you got a fire in you,” she encouraged with just a right amount of vigor and then some. “What’s your doctor name, anyway?”

“I’m not actually a doctor, but my name’s Juniper.”

As soon as I said that, I felt a stinging sensation in my foot. Like I had just shot myself. Point blank range.

“Mm...mm...I see. I think I had a pencil with you in it before. Or maybe it was sycamore. Say, have you ever tried acacia?”

“Can’t say that I have, no.” Seriously, who eats wood? I mean, cereal, I get, but wood?

“Gotta try it sometime.”

“I’ll think about it,” I told her, just to, y’know, be nice.

“Oh, and by the way, I heard from someone earlier that there’s a few people looking to overthrow our organization. You wouldn’t happen to know anything about that, would you?”

Shitfuckpisscrunklimabeansblackeyedpeas.

“Aren’t people trying to do that all the time?” I shot back, nervous laughter.

“Yeah, I guess. I was just curious, really. Not like it’s my job to report such activity, and I really couldn’t care less. Just as long as those folks are having fun, that’s my motto.”

Bless this weirdo.

“Actually! Yes! I know something! Those people –”

She ran up to me and covered my mouth with her hand, then she leaned in real close and spoke in a harsh whisper. “Careful. There are cameras everywhere. They can record your voice. Do you understand?”

I nodded my head. I really did almost get myself into trouble.

“Good,” she backed away. “Anyway, what was it you said? ‘Go apeshit’?”

I nodded once more, even though it was probably safe to speak.

“Hope there’s some apeshit going!” She grinned and turned away. Before we parted ways, she turned and spoke once more:

“Who knows? It gets old not seeing any real improvements sometimes,” she winked. “Maybe I can do my part for the team and work on myself a bit!”

It took me a second to realize what she was getting at, and even then, I was confused as to why she would try to help, even if the most she did was not report Coriander and Velvet. Whatever Dr. Hepburn had up her sleeve, curiosity got the better of me.

“Wait!” I called to her. On impulse, I found myself running toward her.

“Hmm?” She turned around. “Don’t you have some assistants to nurse? Or...erm...how does it go? Nurses...to...nurse?”

“Nurses to assist,” I corrected.

“Right! That’s the one!”

“Wanna know what my other suggestion was going to be?” I asked.

“I’m not a box, but sometimes I feel like a rectangle, so close enough. Go ahead.”

What’s with you and boxes?

“I want to invent stuff too!” I declared.

“Are you a doctor or a scientist?”

“No. Well, my brother is, but he’s more the medical kind?” I should have sounded more confident. I knew for sure that he was the medical kind already.

“Then I’m afraid they won’t let you invent anything,” she brought down the bad news. But then I caught the glimpse of a smile and she handed me her pencil. Full of bite marks.

“Why?” I stood baffled.

“It’s a cool pencil. You should see some of the finer details,” she nudged. Not wanting to feel rude, I looked down and noticed a long set of words:

“But that won’t matter if there’s no organization.”

I looked back at her and she winked.

“Come now, we’ve much work to do.”

“We do?”

“If you’re going to follow me, you’re going to be my assistant. But instead of a sub, I’m thinking...auntie.”

“Auntie?”

“Yeah, like an auntie HR.”

I repeated those two words, and then it clicked.

“Ohhh...smart!”

“We’ve got many departments to visit,” she informed me while tapping on her clipboard.

I beamed. Maybe I still felt like I was leaning on someone else, but at the same time, I felt like things were taking a proactive turn. If nothing else, things sure did take some kind of turn.

We burst onto the scene after knocking out a couple of guards that guarded (just like guards do, I guess?) the door to the front of the headquarters and stole their guns from them. Now we could really go in guns blazin’.

“Prepare for trouble!” I announced as I pointed the heavy weapon at a couple of men in dark attire and bowler caps. None of them looked quite so threatening. Coriander also pointed the heavy weapon, which impressed me that she could carry such a thing, but she really did come far in such a short amount of time. However, she said nothing.

“Come on!” I turned to Coriander and begged. “Say the thing!”

“I’m not gonna,” she followed up her statement with a drop of spit shot down on the floor. Then she turned her attention to the skittish men next to a large console with a wide array of buttons. Above the console I could see what seemed like a near-infinite amount of monitors. “This is a hostile takeover. You’re all going down.”

The two men turned to each other.

“Already? I thought we weren’t scheduled to be attacked yet. Aren’t you guys a little early?” One of them, the shorter of the two, with freckles on his chin asked.

“No!” I sent them a devilish grin. “Because we aren’t whoever was scheduled to attack you! Unlike those guys, we don’t make plans!”

“We don’t?” Coriander replied. “Then how did we even know to come here?”

“Okay, so does your group have a name?” Questioned the taller one. Resembled asparagus.

“Yeah! We’re Lights Out! A rogue group dedicated to taking down The Flashbulb!” I declared, proud as all hell.

“Really? That’s the name you’re going to go with?” Coriander’s criticism overrode my cool factor.

“What? You got a better name?” I argued.

“In fact, I do. We’re now Flash in a Pan!”

Eh. Not the best. I hated to break it to her, too, since she seemed so proud of the name.

“I’ve got one better, love,” I shook my head in disapproval.

“Oh yeah?”

“Mm-hmm! We’ll call ourselves the No Flash!”

“Um…” Both of them looked at us in utter confusion, like, what? Which aspect confused them?

“We’ll discuss this later,” Coriander wasn’t going to let the name thing go.

“Indeed!” I grinned once more. “As for you two, it’s time to call it quits! We’ve already killed Grandmaster Flash!”

“That’s right, fuckos!” Coriander added. “God is dead and we’ve killed them!”

The two looked at each other. Then, the taller one declared:

“That’s impossible!” In such a dramatic gasp that I figured I could have said it better, and I was never even a theater kid.

“Impossible for most, but not for us!” I boasted. “When a redhead gay and a blue haired gay get together, anything can happen!”

“No, it’s impossible because there is no Grandmaster Flash. That’s just a rumor we made up,” the shorter one explained.

“Yeah, just a prank,” agreed the asparagus.

Then, a new voice showed up through the speakers:

“You hear that, everyone? Your boss ain’t shit!”

I recognized that voice right away. I glanced over at Coriander and her face looked flushed.

Then, more voices. Murmurs from several others.

“H...How?” Asparagus shook in fear. I think the shorter one peed his pants. Then asparagus did as well. “You let her out?”

I gulped. I felt like I was about to commit a betrayal, but with any luck, she’d only see it as part of the kayfabe.

“That’s right! We’re such a force to be reckoned with that we freed your artist and got her to work for us! Now, surrender and we won’t have to turn the room into a bloodbath!”

Once I said that, the taller one no longer seemed so frightened.

“Sure, we weren’t expecting visitors, but we can still make quick work of you. We’ve cut down thousands of resistances, what makes you think things will be different?”

“Because I’m gay!” I shouted.

Solid argument, Velvet. A+.

“Guards, come get rid of these pests,” commanded the asparagus. After a few tense seconds (but who was counting? Not me. No way. Really, the only way to know that seconds passed was by counting, so let’s just dis-count all that) nothing happened.

“What? Come in! Guards!”

No answer.

“If they won’t answer to that, we’ll just set off the security alarm! It should have gone off already, anyway!”

He pressed a button, but again, nothing happened. Once more, art hoe’s voice crackled in:

“I disabled all communications and any security measures! Who know I could be a hacker, too? I really can make an art out of everything!” She cackled, just as the speakers stopped crackling.

“How? Our systems should be too elaborate!” He looked much more panicked now. His knees grew weaker and weaker by the sec...oh, forget it.

“Fear not, Dr. Modest,” the short one spoke. “We may not have access to our countless armies and our armed guards, nor to our lasers and turrets, but we still have one trick up our sleeve.

“What is that, Dr. Humble?” Dr. Modest (aw, I was really having fun with calling him asparagus) asked.

“Let’s call upon a janitor or two! No price is too high!”

Dr. Humble pressed a button and spoke:

“Hey, can we get someone here to clean up a mess of ours?”

When he once again didn’t get an answer, he slammed his fist against the console.

“How? There was no way Dr. Katsushika could have cut off access to the janitors!” He seethed with rage.

Dr. Katsushika? Dr. Who (no reference intended)?

“Nope! Not me! Can’t take credit! If there’s some other reason, the credit should go to the proper artist! I’m many things, but an art thief I am not!” Dr. Art declared. Even with her not physically there, it was creepy how she kept cutting in.

“All right,” Dr. Modest groaned. “Just tell us what you want.”

“Simple!” Coriander barked. “To get on your knees and die!”

While I wasn’t against such a thing, there sure was more to it than that.

“In broader terms, we’re calling for the end of The Flashbulb, and not only that, but for the damages done to our version of Earth to be undone!”

“Sure. Which Earth is yours?”

I had to think about it. But it looked to me like Coriander already had that part rehearsed, as she picked up where I left off:

“Does the name Dr. Etna ring a bell? What about angels? Manic attacks?”

Dr. Modest’s eyes widened.

“The Morale Department…” He muttered.

“That’s right!”

“We’ve implemented the department once before in another timeline and it seemed to work just fine, but then we had to dissolve it because it got out of control in the next timeline.”

“Yeah. That’s the one we’re from. Now fix it, and don’t just turn back time and act like everything’s cool!”

“Hey Dr. Humble, why haven’t we turned back time for that timeline yet? I thought we were going to do that.”

“I think we announced it to Dr. Etna and then she begged for a little more time and said she’d figure something out. After that, we kind of forgot about the whole thing.”

“Shame on us, huh?”

It was my turn to speak. I remembered a conversation once spoken from an elder Beige.

“It wouldn’t matter,” my voice turned solemn. “When you guys turn back time, what you’re really doing is just creating a new timeline,” then, I found myself losing my cool altogether. “The timeline you think you’ve reversed lives on! You can’t just ignore what you’ve done and claim to do better the next time around! People’s lives have been damaged thanks to you, and going back won’t undo the damages! The only real fix is to make things better in the now!”

Dr. Modest sighed. He really did sound defeated, even if he believed the organization couldn’t possibly be defeated.

“Even if what you say is true, there’s really nothing we can do,” he turned his attention to Coriander. “You’re aware of the force that’s destroyed your world, aren’t you?”

Coriander, too, looked defeated. It was like she already knew what he would say next. I couldn’t be the only one left triumphant.

“Yes, we unleashed something we couldn’t control, but we can’t just un-unleash it.”

“That explains it! That’s why we didn’t do anything with that timeline yet! I forgot all about that!” Dr. Humble realized. “It’s because even if we did, there would have still been a chance for the celestial to cross over. We then decided the safest way we could reverse time was to wait until the world got destroyed, that way we could ensure that the celestial ceases to be.”

“Celestial?” I asked.

“Cosmic entity, angel, Flonne, Euphoria, Succubi, et cetera. We can never really decide on a name to call the thing, other than a big bundle of joy.”

“Well your big bundle of joy cost us billions of lives,” I growled.

“But yeah, there’s no way to get rid of it. I’m sure you two would have preferred a near-destroyed planet to a destroyed one, but the celestial would still exist.” Dr. Humble opined.

“So what?! What are we supposed to do?!” I choked up. I gripped tighter to the gun but it brought me no joy. “We should have won! You guys are scientists! You should be able to figure something out! You fucked the world and gave it a big ol’ STD and try to offer sympathy?!”

It really was true, then. There was no perfect outcome. Or, if there was, it was never figured out. Even by the masters of time, themselves, they had no solution. Our best possible outcome eluded us, and the weight of the current one fell down on me. All I could think to do was allow my anger to take hold and beat the shit out of those two, but before I could even do that, a new voice came in through a panel on the console:

“Except, you’re going to be waiting a while!” Came a low, deep, but also high and maniacal voice. Just a total contradiction of clashing inflections. “I’ve managed to continue to delay the inevitable, and not only that, but I’ve been able to access your communications for quite some time now.”

“Who is this?” Dr. Modest demanded.

“We’re not close enough to be exchanging names, sorry doc. As for why I’ve decided to serenade you all, it’s because I want to help you out. Let bygones be bygones, even if I hate you all.”

“What are you talking about? Just tell us what you want!” Dr. Humble insisted.

“Earth is on the brink of total collapse and I’m keeping it on its hinges, but only because it would be foolish to let it be destroyed when you don’t even have all of your precious angel down here with me,” with those last few words, I swore I could hear the creases of his lips. “So give me the last bits of beauty, and I’ll let go of all worldly possessions.”

I turned to Coriander. If that ghastly voice meant her, then there was no way I could allow the fiend such a request. She was frozen in fear, and had dropped her weapon, which created a loud thud and blasted a hole through part of the console.

Looks like it was my cue!

I set a couple of pillows down and moved the guards’ heads onto the pillows.

“Good night, sweet prince,” I cooed, then walked through the door.

The stage was already set, and I wished that I could have played spectator a little longer. Shame, really. I bit into my cotton candy once more and saw everyone’s attention turned toward me. Velvet was the first one to say anything.

“Blanc? What are you doing here?” She looked so broken up. Much like her actual world was. Hmm...not good. Not, as the cool kids would have said, gucci. I knew what would cheer Velvet up.

I walked over to Coriander. Ah, such an underrated spice. Many people opt for the nutmeg, instead. Not sure why that was.

“Don’t worry, he doesn’t mean you,” I told her.

“I…” Coriander couldn’t seem to get any word out. Maybe I needed to be more direct.

“YOU AIN’T IT, CHIEF!” I shouted with glee.

“Indeed,” the suave voice reverberated once again. “I want Blanc in particular.”

I ran over to the panel where the voice came from.

“BUY ME DINNER FIRST, ASSHOLE!” I yelled into the panel.

“Oh, I’ll certainly be making you a meal, all right,” he crooned. “So won’t you come down and see me?”

Look, this wasn’t very becoming of an all-powerful being, but someone had to say what I was about to say.

“What gives? I don’t even know you! I’ve got no personal stake in this and now, at the last minute, you’re gonna declare you’re the final boss?” Yeah, that’s right. Smackdown.

“Rather disappointing, wouldn’t you say?” He sure did like to tease, and I bet there was little more to him than that.

“Yeah, yeah. So what’s the deal, then? I come down there and let the world be destroyed, along with you in it, for what purpose?”

“So I can taste bappiness,” he belched. I knew that if I didn’t intervene, he’d have said the other thing, which I love! Don’t get me wrong! But I didn’t want to do any more harm to Velvet’s love interest.

I shrugged. “Sounds good to me.”

Then I faced the shorter of the two Flashbulb guys.

“Hey Tweedledee, can you beam me down?”

“Yes, and after that, you will die. Are you sure you wish to go through with this?”

“What, like some ultimate sacrifice? Sure, why not?”

“Very well,” he nodded. “I’ll prepare the portal down. Say your goodbyes now.”

Oh goodie! The best part! Well, the most bitterest of the sweet parts, but also the sweetest of the bitter parts! All in all, I think the sweet was the best part!

I went over to Velvet and hugged her, then soon let go. Velvet then put her hands on my shoulders.

“Are you sure about this?”

Gee, same thing the beanbag said.

“Of course I’m sure, Velvet. I’ve already died a few times, what’s one more?” I couldn’t help but smile, even if to others, that might have seemed more grim than intended.

“It’s just…I barely got to see you again and already you’re leaving. It doesn’t feel right.”

“Does it feel rushed?” I wondered. “Or just a general bad feeling?”

She turned her head from each side in a slow fashion. “I’m just going to miss you.”

“Weren’t you the one who said, ‘no matter what form I take, I’m still me’? Well, if that’s the case, then we might see each other again! It won’t be the me standing next to you, or the you standing next to me. They’ll be completely different forms of us, with lives different, but parallel. But it will still be you, and it will still be me!”

She chuckled, intermixed with a few tears shed and fallen into her mouth. She smiled and said, “yeah. Take care.”

“You too!” I beamed, then walked over to Coriander.

“Hey, sorry I’ve made things so difficult for you,” it felt like the first earnest thing I’ve said in a while.

“You’re a little irritating at best. Mildly untrustworthy. Not like you’ve been all that difficult,” she dismissed my statement. Or, rather, misunderstood it.

Oh, right! She thinks I’m talking as Blanc!

“All the same, I think I just wanted to say that if I learned any lesson, it’s that it’s still possible to find joy without the name of the expression.”

She snickered. “You’re really bad at this.”

“Want me to start over? I could try to phrase it a different way.”

“No, no. I got the gist of it.”

“You sure? I’m really bad at improv, but I could try to think of something real quick.”

“That’s really not necessary!”

“All right, then,” I gave in. “What about a hug?”

“I’d prefer a handshake.”

I beamed. That worked, too. I extended my hand and she shook it.

“You weren’t all that bad,” she told me. That also worked for me.

“Neither were you! Or Velvet!”

Oh shoot! I forgot there was one more thing to tell them!

“Hey, Velvet and Cute Spice?” I addressed them. “One more thing before I go: I won’t be able to help you guys from here on out. If my help has really been much help at all. But for what it’s worth, I think you two will do a great job!” I gave them two thumbs up and without much further ado, the portal opened up. Before I went in, I took one last look at them and smiled.

I really was happy to see them.

#happiness overload #writing #scifi #stories #fiction #the flashbulb #grandmaster flash #blanc #cotton candy #happiness #just a few more chapters to go #then its all over

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Cafeteria Communities

Monthly Prompts Day 22

August 22nd - Community (Also my niece, Lorali’s, tenth birthday!)

AU Used: High School AU (I just had to for this one as I’ve had this idea for ages)

Characters: Bikers and Surfers (Teen Beach Movie), Miles and Mick (OCs)

Song Inspiration: “Where Do You Belong?” from Mean Girls on Broadway

Notes: I got back from my niece’s pool party and pushed this thing out of me within maybe a half hour to an hour. I’m so sorry if I missed anything in my edit as I’m utterly exhausted, I will fix them if I find them in the morning.

High school was the basic breeding ground for insecurities to fester and for friendships to be tested as social groups pulled you apart at the seams. Mick had lived in California for most of her life, having only spent half of one semester attending school in New Hampshire before deciding to go back to her school in San Clemente, California. By the time Mick had returned, her friends back home had settled into their cliques already, some of them joining the theatre group while others stuck with being the school’s stereotypical Cali surfers and the rest were spread throughout other groups entirely. Somehow, most of them had been able to stick it out in their Freshman year and remained friends.

For Sophomore year, however, Mick had been forced to leave her school and friend group as her mom had gotten a job offer on the Gulf Coast of Florida and they insisted that she should try it for a year with an already agreed upon pay rate - a common suggestion for her mom’s job. Mick wasn’t thrilled with the idea, but her parents had found a nice place by the beach for them to stay, so Mick couldn’t find much room for complaining.

Suncoast High School was nothing like her old school. It was almost laughable in contrast, really. As soon as she made an appearace in the first class of the day, people began murmuring to each other. At first, she thought it was just because she was new and that things would settle by lunch when everyone could meet her, however, that was not the case. Most everyone had their own little communities within the cafeteria, practically blocking out any attempts Mick had made at friendships.

It frustrated her, it really did, but she could understand not wanting to immediately accept the new person in school, but did they have to make it so obvious that they didn’t want her around?

Mick had taken her food out to the hallway where she could sit outside the cafeteria in peace, all by herself, and listen to her music, only to find herself greeted by a tall boy with curly brown hair and a button-down t-shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his shoulders. “Can I help you?” she asked.

“I think I’m the one that should be asking you that, new girl,” the tall boy asked.

“I’m Mick,” she introduced, holding out her hand to the boy.

“Miles,” he replied, giving the hand a quick shake. “Can’t find a table, Mickey Mouse?”

“No,” Mick said, shaking her head. “And it’s just Mick, not Mickey.”

Miles gave her a playful smile. “I know, but I already like calling you Mickey Mouse.”

Mick sighed, rolling her eyes quickly and taking in a spoonful of mashed potatoes. Miles quickly joined her, seating himself elbow to elbow with the shorter girl. “You know, I could find you a group pretty quickly if you’d follow me around the cafeteria for a minute or two.”

“I’m only going to be here for a year at most, what would I need a group for?” Mick asked as she met eyes with Miles.

“Well, that takes out the theatre group and choir,” Miles claimed as he made a face.

Mick gave him a disbelieving look, sputtering out a question, “W-wha?- wait, how? How would that one sentence give you any idea about what clique I’d be in?”

Miles let out a laugh, pushing himself up to his feet once more, holding out a hand to the new girl. “Tell you what, Mickey Mouse,” he began, “you give me two minutes to show you what I see around the cafeteria and you’ll see exactly what I’m talking about.”

Mick stared at the hand for a moment, deciding she had nothing to lose and, if nothing else, at least it would help her escape the nasty mashed potatoes. “Deal,” she said as she took Miles’ hand. Miles helped her to her feet, taking her lunch tray and setting it aside before dragging her into the cafeteria.

“You'll be judged on sight and made to fit. So find a clique and stick with it.” Miles said with confidence as he tucked Mick’s hand into the crook of his elbow and walked toward the far side of the cafeteria. “Let's take a walk around the cafeteria and I'll show you the world as I see it.”

“Okay,” Mick agreed softly, feeling a tad awkward as she followed Miles toward two tables teeming with kids that were decked out in Letterman jackets and school colors.

Miles pause in front of the two tables, gesturing toward the large groups. “These are the Varsity jocks and JV jocks and they’ll throw you in a locker if you say ‘Hello’.”

Mick nodded as her eyes widened in shock, allowing Miles to take her between the two jock tables toward two tables that reeked of an odor that smelled like a skunk had sprayed into a cigarette and they had tried covering up the smell with too much body cologne. “What is that?” she asked as she covered her nose with the sleeve of her shirt.

“The rich stoners and the gangster whites. They can’t stand each other, but they’re all smoking the same shit,” Miles whispered to Mick as he ushered her over to the next tables. “You’ll get a contact high if you stay near them for too long and, judging by your face, Mickey Mouse, I guess that isn’t a good idea for you.”

Mick quickly shook her head, feeling her head begin to throb as she was brought to the next set of tables and away from the overwhelming yet unique smell that the stoner kids had developed all on their own. A group of fairly average students were sitting on and around a table - the only thing throwing Mick off entirely was that most of them were in couples and were actively sucking each other’s faces off while a few were sitting at the end of the table with some instrument cases and trying to ignore the others. Mick couldn’t keep her eyes on the table for long, simple averting her eyes to the wall as far from that table as possible. “Are those supposed to be the band kids?” she offered to Miles, a sense of utter shock in her voice.

“Some of them actually like band and are actually really good at it,” Miles began, pausing for a moment to lightly smack away the hand of a girl who was trying to pinch his backside. “The rest of them just fake it and are there to be with their significant others. The ones in relationships are the only reason that we don’t have any band shows at football games.”

“Okay... Can we keep going, please?” Mick asked as she looked anywhere, but that table.

Miles steered her away from the band kids, to a table full of girls who seemed almost evenly divided as to who was eating and who wasn’t. “There's girls that eat their feelings and girls that just don't eat. I like eating lots of chocolate around them when I get the chance since it makes them all go crazy.”

“That isn’t nice!” Mick argued as she took in the information, noting that one of the girls was staring longingly at another girl’s tray as the second girl peeled open a package of chocolate Twinkies. “It may be true,” she mumbled, “but that doesn’t make it right to do that.”

As Miles took her toward another table, Mick stopped, hearing a group of teenagers talk about going to the beach after school. Upon her very quick first glance, Mick almost thought they were her friends from back home. One of them looked like her friend Kat, covered in bright colors and had pin-straight blonde hair that was left in a half ponytail. Another one looked like her cousin and best friend, Hudson, who always wore some kind of silly Hawaiian shirt and left his mop of super tight curls fairly untamed.

“Who are they?” Mick asked as Miles turned back and stopped beside her.

Miles gave an extended and very theatrical sigh, almost forcing out his answer. “Those are the beach bums. They only ever seem to talk about the beach and surfing, but I doubt they ever actually go as we never see them there.”

“We?” Mick asked, turning to meet Miles’ gaze as the curly-haired boy began to lead her away. “Who is ‘we’?”

“You know, Mickey Mouse, I always save they best for last,” Miles claimed with a smile that Mick could only place under the category of pure cockiness. Miles took Mick’s hand in his own and practically paraded her to the last table in the cafeteria. “Look, who is at this table? Why it’s the Rodents!”

“And Miles too,” a couple of the bikers chimed in response. If that simple response meant anything, Mick could only assume that Miles probably tried this whenever a new kid came along that the community of leather-clad teenagers seemed to like.

“We're not exactly joiners,” Miles stated matter-of-factly as he leaned against the table comfortably, “but we'll be good friends to you. What do you say, Mick?” Miles held out his hand to Mick one last time, giving her a brilliant smile.

Mick peered at the extended hand, taking a look around the cafeteria and scanning over every table. The jocks were still probably talking strategies for the next few games they all had; the stoner kids were eating brownies out of someone’s plastic baggie; the band kids were... the band kids. The only other table that seemed intriguing would be the surfers, but Mick guessed she could always talk to some of them after school and see what they were actually like.

With that being said and done, Mick turned back to Miles, taking his hand in hers and giving it a shake.

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