#it's almost 11 — and i just chugged a soda.

[quick-drawn]

ohh — i wanna be here so baad,,

[thecheckeredchaser]

A Summer Job

Ch 6

(Chapter 7 of 11)

Some Pig

Jason could feel his shorts starting to irritate his hips, and something about that was making him shift for other reasons. He was finishing the fries, despite eating being the root of the problem. He liked how Rita was mostly bantering on with everyone, but kept a hand on him. Maybe possessively. Her fingers surreptitiously prodded under the hem of his shirt, but she was making them wait, and truthfully, he was making everyone wait. He anticipated the compliments, but knew they’d be more dramatic, if he was super full. And above all he’d be watching for Rita’s face. Taking off his shirt seemed to be to Rita as special as uncovering a perfectly maintained classic car. A literal twinkle in her eye. He watched her for a moment, mindlessly shoveling the fries in. She was certainly the prettiest girl he could even imagine, forget imagining her dating him. He guessed that was something people liked about them. Rita was a powerful woman, with an entrancing shape. Jason looked at the curvaceousness spreading on the bed freely in a high waisted skater skirt and a crop top. He leaned back a little and let his hand slip to her cheek that was peeking out at him. She flinched, only from the surprise, but did not let on much to the viewers.

She patted him under his gut, summoning the air inside that had been making him uncomfortable, as if she knew right away. “God that feels good Rose,” he moaned. She tucked one leg up onto the bed cautiously, aiming to have no slips on her end. He knew it was turning her on and causing her squirming. “I think Rose is so hot,” Jason said. “Her magical hands. Out of this world.” Rita blushed at him.

“Only because you have such a great belly to play with,” she said, squeezing him through his shirt. “And you love to stuff it up plenty.” She looked over at his unfinished items and he gave her the okay to keep it going. “Donor four, do you want the nuggets or the cookies?” He watched her brows raise and looked over the chat.

“Chug the soda, you pig.”

Rita looked over to see how Chub was reacting. She knew how the comment made her feel, but wasn’t sure how Jason was responding to every comment, especially the demanding ones. Jason looked at her uneasily. He leaned in and whispered to her. “Am I allowed to let them talk to me like…that?” Rita giggled.

“If you like it when they do. If you don’t just say so. I’ll put them in their place.” She nibbled at his neck, and he was sure he could take it. Rita pulled away.

“Donor 4, very agro, but Chub is thirsty.” She gave him an encouraging nod.

Jason began sucking down the large drink quickly. His stomach was feeling so stretched, and the carbonated liquid was looking for so much more room. He took a gasping breath and had no control of the burps that streamed out of him. He could see that hungry look in Rita’s eyes, which increasingly made him so aroused. He was starting to feel himself get excited for that look when he could feel a burp brewing inside of him. And so many were.

“I can’t believe you guys think that’s hot,” he chuckled, reading the many praising comments. It was really fascinating.

“Don’t kink shame these burp loving freaks,” Rita said.

“Uhmm,” he said, to be interrupted by a grunt-like burp, “You are one of those,” he said, nudging her.

“That is so hot,” she said. Jason looked at the chat, and apparently his gas mid sentence was something special. He truthfully found it annoying, mostly because he was trying to say something, but he could get behind their appreciation. Would at least be worth the frustration.

“I don’t do it on purpose,” he almost pleaded, though he was certain there were viewers who didn’t care if he did. “It just sometimes happens, urrrrp,” he paused,in disbelief, “all on its own.” He looked at Rose, who was very entertained. “If they aren’t from her doing, of course.” He took the straw back into his mouth and chugged more. He took a break and spoke. “So are you guys like” he paused, swallowing back the air to not instantly give them what they wanted, “just waiting for me to be gross when I chug this?”

One commenter said, “Dam, I’m pretty sure he was gonna! Chubs such a pig.” Jason felt himself heating up.

“I guess I’m sexually turned on by being called a fucking pig now,” Jason admitted out loud. Rita looked over at him, as he stated it like he just figured it out and said it in a livestream. She'd called him it before, but it was still a little weird to hear. But he was confident he liked it. With the new weight and stuffed gut, it fit well. He shrugged at her. He read the comments and his mouth twisted. She followed his gaze and saw the stream of pig teasing comments and pig emojis.

“Guys,” she whined playfully. “Leave my little piggy alone. He’s still a little bashful about it.” She shook a gross belch out of his belly and he looked at her incredulously. She raised her brows.

“Talk about embarrassing,” he muttered, good humouredly. Rita started feeding him the 10 piece nugget, and both of them sort of forgot about the viewers. He couldn’t help but get sucked into that hungry look. His head was swimming with all the words she wasn’t saying. Every touch told him how sexy she thought he was. Each pinch of his gut, told him she was loving his growth. And her thumb on his upper thigh was a clear sign she wanted his dick after. All good things to him. They got half way through when the AI chimed in.

“When are we going to see Chub’s rolls?” Rita looked over and thanked Fatpockets333 for the 15 dollars.

“I guess it is, urrp, getting a little tight,” he rationalized. Rita shifted his shirt up to his chest, and patted his chest, as if keeping it safe by concealing the region. She twiddled her fingers at him mystically when he was belching again.

“Has to be a little better, huh Chub.” Rita started smoothing her hands all over his body. She loved how her tan hands looked on his pale soft skin. She liked how he was getting softer and jigglier. He was certainly towing the line of “fat”. Rita traced her fingers over his stretchmarks that ran down the sides of his belly. “Your stretch marks are my favorite,” she purred. Jason blinked at her, knowing she appreciated them, but not knowing how strongly.

“Really?”

“J- Just look at them,” she stuttered, having a look of fear flash over her eyes. She almost broke character, he gathered. She had a habit of calling out his name in disbelief when he expressed the slightest hint of insecurity or even lack of bonafide confidence. He liked that, because for a moment, it felt like everyone in the world, including himself, had been living like idiots not worshiping him as a big guy. When he thought about it, he guessed it was partially true. He was sitting on the bed of an attractive woman who orchestrated a live stuffing session, starring him. At present he was the star of the show. Rose was the host, and absolutely killing it, but everyone had as of yet been focused on him. He wanted to switch that up.

Jason’s hand grabbed the nugget before Rita could, and she smirked at him playfully. She thought the greedy impatience was a good bit, especially if it was genuine. She didn’t suspect that he was playing anything up, considering how much blushing and biting his lip he had been doing. He was rolling in embarrassment, and she was hot for it. She looked back at him, and he was drenching the nugget in sweet and sour sauce. She smiled at him, because that was exactly how she would prepare her own nuggets and it looked funny to see him doing it as such. She was not expecting him to reach the nugget to her lips, careful to catch any potential drips from the sauce with his other hand, but her lips willingly parted for him. The flavor filled her mouth, living up to the sauce name. Despite all her haters beliefs, she could taste the classic nugget taste under the blanket of sauce.

“Jeez Chub! Don’t drown the nuggiez!” spoke the AI. Rita gestured for Jason to thank them and respond, as she was chewing.

“Uh. Ok Thank you Eatzbig. Ha ha same,” he joked. “Funny enough,” Jason started, drenching another nugget, “This is how Rose likes it. I find it repulsive, but I respect her right to drown her nugs. So,” he said, glancing at Rita, “you better do the same.” Rita smiled, liking Jason being a little more feisty. She hadn’t expected him to turn the tables on her like that, but she was admittedly wanting some of the nuggets. Her mother hadn’t given her half as much food as she had Jason, not that she thought that was anything other than the traditional values she had, where men were big and strong and needed a ton to eat. But, maybe she was just a natural food pusher. She was very accustomed to feeding people whenever she could, in a more caring way than Rita’s very dirty tendencies.

Rita took the second nugget from his thick fingers and looked at the look on his face. He looked absolutely entranced by her. She figured he was looking at her lips, of which he had mentioned many times. She admitted she had pretty juicy lips that she was not upset over. She licked them purposefully. His grin intensified, and she knew that was it. But she had a feeling he was thinking about the same thing she just had been with him. He wanted to watch her eat those nuggets and he wanted them to stick. She blushed at the thought. She had never been under the impression that she herself was a gainer, and she wasn’t really. She was just thick. Curvy. Sometimes had a roundish belly, sometimes not. She currently had a little belly, that she was not in any urgent rush to banish to hell. Her mother had never been one to criticize her body, thankfully, and she always felt confident no matter how she fluctuated. But she liked how Jason would grab her belly and squeeze it. He obviously was into her thick hips and ass, but felt something different when he grabbed her soft tummy. Maybe it combatted that societal voice in the back of everyone's head that whispered, "Don't be fat." Jason's touch whispered something more encouraging, like, "You could be a little fat cutie". And maybe it was kind of hot for him to feed her too. She liked to eat food, and he made her feel sexy when he did it. It was different to be on the receiving end, but she thought it was harmless fun. And without being that way, but it was great for ratings.

The AI interrupted her thoughts. "Be careful Rose! You see what McDonalds had done to Chub." Rita’s brows raised, had the viewer been reading her mind. She saw a few comments adding to the sentiment, one saying she was already chubby. Rita didn't fault them for saying so, but Jason looked a little upset. She laughed a little and met his eyes with a smirk.

"Chub afraid to be with a chubby girl?" She teased

He scoffed. "No offense to fellow chubbies, but you aren't one. What are they even saying." Jason couldn’t believe it. He wasn't worried about Rita being soft and if she got heavier he wouldn't think any less of her. He already acknowledged she could have a little more on her, but she wasn't fat. He felt it was a dramatization of a small amount of fat. He wasn’t fully considering that he was letting the double standard for men and women make him be more sensitive to the comments.

Rita shrugged and put a caring hand on his arm. "Let me get one more. Last one's yours." Jason followed her instructions, which made her a little more turned on too. He was so soft, physically and in demeanor. He let Rita boss him around, and having that power over such a big guy felt amazing to her. Yet, at the same time she felt under his control.

She put the last nugget into his mouth and felt her anticipation building. She had been waiting all week to know how much he really weighed. She had some guesses but didn't want to have to wonder. Considering their recent date's, she had high hopes. He was truly looking larger and eating more, which was very thrilling to her.

Jason chugged some of the water that hung around Rita's nightstand. He finished and sighed heavily. She rubbed the top of his belly and purred. He gave a slight groan and looked at her, clearly uncomfortable. "So full," he said, strained.

"Look how big this gut is now," she said, holding the sides of him. He hiccupped and immediately belched after, groaning. "Oh poor Chub," Rita cooed. She looked into his eyes, attempting to check in. He looked on the border of ill, and she knew it was time to take a break. She was swooning at the sounds of moans coming from Jason. She put her hand on his back, gently reminding him to keep his head up to avoid getting too into the shot. She could tell he was dying to lay back to take some pressure off. He wedged his hand between his gut and lap.

"He's so perfectly stuffed," she said, feeling how tight he was.

"No kidding," he winced. "I think I gotta wrap this show up, chub gobblers," he confessed. Rita looked over at him, unsure if he was still going to do what he had planned. She hoped he would. The chat was a mix of praise and disappointment. Some fans took the fantasy to an ungodly place and genuinely expected him to eat four times that amount. "Want to get your scale?" Chub asked.

Rita did want to. She popped up and retrieved it eagerly. She set it down, purposefully flashing the camera the bottomm of her cheeks peeking out the bottom of her skirt. She giggled at the peach emojis she saw flooding the chat. She watched Jason sigh big, in preparation of rising to his feet. She reached out and helped to pull him to his feet.

Jason steadied himself feeling even more full now that he was upright and his own stomach was attempting to pull him to the ground. He put his hands on his lower back, in an effort to counter the weight.

The AI sounded off, "Anyone else have the pregnant stance on their bingo card?" Jason blushed at the comparison.

"Thanks FullThrottle, for the four bucks. This is the first time I've seen the stance myself." She grinned at him, scritching her fingers at the part of his belly that pushed out the farthest. "Does anyone want to guess how much this fat little pig weighs?" Jason looked over Rita's shoulder and saw the suggestions rolling in. They ranged from 210lbs to 270lbs. Jason knew the low end was off. He had been at 180 when he started noticing himself gaining in the early part of the fall semester. He hadn’t had the desire to be updated, but he knew it was more.

He was almost nervous about knowing for sure. He didn't think he was over 260, and wasn't sure how he'd feel if he was. Rita announced the suggestions like they were bids at an auction. "Let's find out."

"Come on, you don't want to guess?" Jason said.

"Oh good point." She looked him up and down, her hand on her chin. "I'll say 225," she said, her grin all too pleased. Jason shrugged and went to step on the scale, but Rose stopped him to tare the scale to 0. She cleared him to step up, holding her breath. Her eyes were plastered to the blinking lines on the display screen. Here eyes went wide and Jason leaned over to read it himself, admittedly too puffed up to see it easily. This fact adding heat to his face in addition to the numbers that stabilized on the display.

She looked at him, beaming with pride and excitement. She raised her brows, offering him to share the news, but he volleyed it back to her. She appeared elated to have the honor. Jason stepped off, the number burned in his brain. "I am beyond excited about this," Rita prefaced. "Sweet Chub here is pretty heavy. Even if he has room to grow," she said, patting him. "He weighs," she paused dramatically, "243 pounds!" The chat erupted in praise and teasing.

"Chub's on his way to 275", "Imagine that on top of Rose", and "SOME pig!". Jason recognized the Charlotte's Web reference right away and coughed out of embarrassment.

"You guys have been a lot of fun. We will let you all know when we are planning to do a live again. Leave comments when it posts suggesting what he should stuff himself with next. Thank you for tuning in. Any last words Chub?" Rose put her hand on his shoulder.

"Uh. Thanks for all the comments, and donations. It was a very, urrrp, filling evening," he said, feeling like an even bigger pig. Rita pressed her lips into his, poising her hand at the curve of his dome, to prevent herself from pressing into his full tank. She paused, flashing the peace sign before she cut the feed. She went right back to making out with him, more aggressively, seamlessly pulling him into a most gentle and tender fucking.

Jason had fallen asleep, completely naked and woke up to his phone going off from the text messages from his mom. The last message coming a minute after the last, "I am about to call!" He sat up and shot a text.

"Sorry, just got out of a movie. On my way home!" She sent a thumbs up. Rita rolled over, sleepily reaching for him, squeezing his far less bloated belly. The last thing he wanted to do was leave, after that.

"Why did I think I'd be able to keep you for the night?" she whined.

"I'm sorry," he said genuinely, though he had no idea she was looking for him to stay over. They hadn’t talked about that, not that he wasn’t definitely planning on it, now that it was on the table. He got up and dressed, Rita watching him, dazily.

She looked at a text from her mom on her phone. "Seriously. She's all wondering if you're staying. 'I haven't had him for dinner yet'," she mocked. "Like that's a prerequisite."

"Mine's way worse. I'd love to have dinner at your mom's."

"She'd love to have you. Tomorrow if she had it her way." She rolled her eyes. He shrugged and got up.

"Let me know," he said, kissing her forehead. "I'll let myself out and lock you up. Goodnight, Rose," he said, grabbing the 3 chocolate chip cookies for the ride home, with a wink.

Jason took a deep breath and pushed open the door. His mom looked at him accusingly. "What movie did you see?"

"Uh," he stalled.

"Exactly. Funny enough, not a single movie finished even close to when I got your text. Why are you lying Jason? What were you doing?"

"I fell asleep at Rita's," he confessed. "I thought you'd be mad. Sorry for lying. That was dumb." She looked at him relieved. She walked over and put her arms around him.

"Honey, please just be honest in the future. You know I'm very happy about you and Rita. She's good for you. Although," she said, giving him a once over. He smiled at first, but his expression faltered. He didn't want her to ruin his good mood.

"Can I just say the date went great, and I like her so much. And she likes me," he pleaded. She smiled wearily. "And then you say," he led.

"I'm so happy for you and I love you," she pinched his cheek. "But, you are getting heavy, Jason. And fast," she said with a flourish at his growing girth. He sighed and so did she. "But," she said, softer, "I'm going to try harder to let you be about it. You're metabolism is shifting, and that can't be easy. Sometimes you don't get dumped all because you get a little fat," she said, looking distantly through the photo on the end table. Jason felt relieved.

"I appreciate that. Yea it must be my metabolism. Might need to get some new clothes for the meantime," he ventured.

"Good thing you work, huh," she said swiftly, shutting him down on a spree on her dime. Yet, she smiled and reached in her purse, handing him $200. "For clothes, not food," she joked.

"Funny Mom. Goodnight."

He showered and nestled into bed. He was having a hard time getting to sleep. He started thinking about his weigh-in and felt himself buzzing. He was both excited and a little horrified. How had he gained so much so fast? He had been 180 lbs before leaving for college, more or less. He was very average, maybe a thick average. Did he really gain 60 lbs? He must have. He thought about how close he was to Rita's screen name goal. 275 would be almost nothing. Jason rubbed his belly, imagining he had bloated up to 275. His imagination sent him looking forward to his belly making his belt hard to unbuckled. He scratched at his irritated hip from his shorts, the feeling so soothing.

Ch 8

[violetwolfraven]

“Oh my gosh, Flynn! Don’t bother coming!”

Part 2 of that flarrie angst I wrote earlier. This should be fun.

Tw: abandonment, denial of feelings, a little internalized homophobia.

...

“Oh my gosh, Flynn! Don’t bother coming!”

Of course Carrie doesn’t want Flynn and Julie to come to her performance. Why would she? It’s not like they’re friends anymore. They’re not. They haven’t been for a while.

Carrie does not miss Flynn and Julie.

She doesn’t. She doesn’t need them. They were good friends while it lasted, sure, but that’s over and dead and it’s never coming back so Carrie isn’t stuck in the past missing them.

She’s got Dirty Candi now. And the others are talented, but not enough to be competition like Julie is, and they have a healthy fear of the girl who can kick them out of the band if she wants, so they don’t challenge her like Flynn does. They do what they’re told. Carrie doesn’t have to care about their opinions beyond making sure they know they can tell her if any choreography or costumes make them uncomfortable. Considering she’s had to alter a grand total of two dance moves since they got together, that’s not even that big of a concern.

It is not lonely, being a bubblegum pop princess ruling alone over her little kingdom by fear. It’s... different from how things were with Julie and Flynn, but it’s better. The other girls know that their talents lie mostly in dance and these days, that alone isn’t enough to get them the fame they want so badly. They need Carrie to get any real fame. Hopefully, that means they can’t just leave at the drop of a hat.

Sure, maybe Kayla never used to look at her with that caution before their dance class became their band, but it’s fine. It’s fine. It’s probably better, because if she’s afraid of Carrie, she can’t hurt her.

None of them can. No one can.

Carrie’s finally as invincible as she always wished she was and she is not lonely.

She doesn’t miss having Julie to bounce music ideas off of and Flynn to...

Flynn. Talking about everything from things that don’t actually matter to things that really, really do. Watching Pirates of the Caribbean and chugging soda to stay awake and braiding each other’s hair.

Flynn, who is as sarcastic as she is compassionate, level-headed as they are ready to throw hands with anyone who hurts one of her friends. Fiercely protective yet would probably sell you to Satan for one corn chip.

Carrie can still remember the process to help when there’s something bothering them. Turn on her favorite movie trilogy, mess around with her hair a bit, talk about nothing important until they’re ready to talk about whatever is important. Give Flynn her full attention, making sure they feel seen and her feelings are validated. Carrie got it down to a science years ago, and it always felt nice to help when they were upset. It made this warm feeling flush through her chest, seeing that lovely smile of hers creep out, and...

And okay, maybe Carrie can’t watch Pirates of the Caribbean anymore because it feels wrong to watch it without them, but that doesn’t mean anything! It doesn’t mean she misses her!

Carrie doesn’t miss people. Missing someone doesn’t bring them back, so why bother? And besides, Flynn and Julie are hardly the first people to leave her behind.

Honestly, though, she doesn’t expect Nick to leave until he does.

She knows about his crush on Julie (and on at least one of his lacrosse teammates at any given time). She’s not blind. Of course she knows. And she doesn’t particularly care, because she knows Nick, and she knows he wouldn’t cheat.

And she knows that they’ve been together since the beginning of 8th grade—over 2 years—and most teen relationships don’t last 2 months, so it’s not exactly a surprise that he doesn’t like her that way anymore. He did in the beginning, but lately they’ve been drifting apart not so much physically as emotionally. They’re not the same people they were in 8th grade.

Nick has known Julie for as long as he’s known Carrie, so of course he knew Rose, too (another person in Carrie’s life that left.) and for him, with the Molinas’ tendency to provide family figures to anyone who needs them, her death was probably a ripping open of old wounds, considering how his own mother died when he was little. Rose’s death affected him almost as much as it did a girl who’s known the Molinas since she was in diapers.

Carrie just... tried really hard not to think about it. She’s still trying really hard not to think about it. Because Rose was... well, she was around for more of Carrie’s childhood than her deadbeat of a blood mother was.

That woman is another thing Carrie tries really hard not to think about.

She who only stuck around for the first 7 years of Carrie’s life, and then left because... because she cried too much or needed too much attention or just got to be too much effort? Because she wasn’t a part of the future her mother wanted?

Because Carrie was never wanted in the first place?

It’s not like her dad ever told her, but Carrie’s not stupid. She knows that her parents were never married, and her dad had been tripping hard on the consequences of teenage fame around the time she would have been conceived. He’d cleaned up his act for her and her mom hadn’t because why would she put in the effort for the product of what was probably a one night stand?

Carrie’s not stupid. No one told her, but she knows she was an accident. And she doesn’t care. She doesn’t let how she came to be affect how she lives her life. She doesn’t be bright and flashy and talented to prove that she deserves her space in the world. She doesn’t let it affect her perception of herself or her relationships.

Flynn is always so effortlessly confident in themself, no matter if she’s feeling conflicted about her mom having a girlfriend or angry about their dad ignoring them or sad about her best friend’s mom who was as good as another mother to them dying. It’s one of the things Carrie loves hates the most about her. That she could be that confident (so confident she could almost make Carrie feel confident in herself).

Flynn always acts like they’re right. It’s infuriating because she almost always is she’s wrong when it comes to Carrie.

Okay, maybe Carrie doesn’t like Nick that way. Maybe Flynn’s right about that. But he bops to her songs. He doesn’t challenge her. And he’s hiding from acting on any of his actual crushes just like her.

They’re together because... because Carrie does like being around him. Nick’s easy to like. He’s friendly with practically everyone and has pretty flexible music taste. He’s popular, like her. They make sense together.

And Carrie knows he’s been hiding behind her to avoid confronting his crush on Julie for the last several months, so it honestly doesn’t make sense why he’d want to stop. What they’re doing now is safe. It’s easy. Effortless, really.

And it’s apparently not enough. Carrie is apparently not enough for him anymore.

Whatever. She doesn’t think him and Julie are going to get together, be it because of Julie’s new crush on her guitarist or Nick’s already-established inability to make a damn move on a real crush. Honestly, she’s expecting him to chicken out and run back to her like the last couple times.

Or at least... she is until he accuses her of the same thing Flynn did years ago.

When Flynn who is always right insisted she’s...

Carrie remembers back when they first came out, when Triple Threat was they were maybe... 11? 10? As a lesbian with she/they pronouns. She remembers how everyone was supportive, but Rose did pull Julie and Carrie aside later to say that they need to look out for Flynn because people can be hateful and though it’s getting better, things will be harder for her because of who they are.

And Rose was right. In the spotlight, it’s harder to be anything but straight. Her dad told her once about a friend he had when he was younger who faced so much shit because he was gay. She saw the stickynote some idiot stuck in Flynn’s locker in 7th grade. She’s seen producers and choreographers willing to work with Dirty Candi—until they look at Courtney’s Instagram and find that she’s out and proud and therefore not as marketable to a mainstream audience.

It’s not easy to be anyone trying to get your big break. But if you’re straight your sexuality is never one of the things that gets in the way, so Carrie is straight.

She’s fine with Courtney being out. She’s not their front woman and the group’s reputation can survive that. And Julie and Flynn’s sexualities are never one of the things Carrie mocks about them, but she knows from stalking the comments on Edge of Great and seeing some assholes saying shit about Julie being bisexual that others aren’t so kind.

Another reason Carrie liked being with Nick was because she had an excuse not to think about any of this.

Not to replay Flynn’s voice in her mind from when they were 13, confessing feelings Carrie had never even considered and asking her out.

She’d run away from that—run to Nick—because... because she felt bad, breaking Flynn’s heart. Not because there was any kind of realization and consequential panic about feelings for her that Carrie might, hypothetically return.

It’s easier to be straight. Being straight doesn’t hurt her career, and she needs her career because she’s got to prove to everyone who ever left her that they should’ve stayed that she’s just as talented as her dad.

So when the feelings and heartbreak and complications ruin their friendship because Flynn is right can’t accept being wrong, she doesn’t miss Flynn. She doesn’t miss Flynn. She doesn’t miss Flynn.

Pirates of the Caribbean isn’t even that good of a franchise anyway, so what does Carrie care if Flynn hates her guts and calls her a demon and growls that you don’t even like him and you can lie to the world and yourself about who you are but we can be friends again when you’re ready to stop lying to me.

Carrie doesn’t miss them. She doesn’t miss Julie, either. She doesn’t need either of them. She doesn’t want them around. She doesn’t enjoy the (grudgingly) impressed look on Flynn’s face on the rare occasion she shows up to a Dirty Candi show and watches Carrie shine without them.

But with how weird Nick’s been acting lately... maybe she does need Julie and Flynn’s help to find out what’s wrong, because the normal Nick left her clearly doesn’t trust her anymore and she won’t be able to help him by herself.

So after over a year of pushing them away, telling them not to bother coming to her performances, being angry that Julie is so successful, Carrie sucks it up, takes a deep breath, and walks over to Julie’s locker for a civil conversation.

The murderous look that Flynn gives her doesn’t matter. It’s fine.

Carrie hasn’t missed her, or... desperately wanted her around even when they were fighting or anything.

...

I’m pretty sure I saw someone call the blue one Courtney once. I don’t think it’s a canon name but that’s who that is if anyone was wondering.

I kinda rushed finishing this because jatp won an mtv award and I wanted to contribute to (maybe) making it trend so sorry if it kinda sucks! If you do like it, comments are love so please comment!

Also let me know if you want a part 3 cause I’m undecided on writing more to this.

[hitsuackerman]

Unpredictable (Overhaul x Reader) pt.25

a/n: Eyo :) we’re now entering the Shie Hassaikai Arc :]

warnings: this cannot be read solo

Links: part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8, part 9, part 10, part 11, part 12, part 13, part 14, part 15, part 16, part 17, part 18, part 19, part 20, part 21, part 22, part 22, part 23, part 23.5, part 24

Masterlist to my other fics: here :)

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“Please excuse us.” Deku and Mirio said as they took off their shoes and entered your apartment. The two boys had taken it upon themselves to hand over the document Sir Nighteye had been meaning to give you.

“Make yourselves at home.” You led them to the living room. Whatever remnants of Overhaul’s scent or belongings were long gone by now. True to his word, he left right after breakfast but not without burning toast and eggs for breakfast. He looked pissed as fuck but the picture on your phone was well worth the exploding sofa. “Also, no need to take off your shoes.”

“Thank you so much, (l/n)-san!” Deku said as they took a seat and took in the decoration. Taking note of how many rooms and how clean the place was, he couldn’t help but wonder how it would feel like to support himself.

“I wasn’t able to restock my fridge.” You placed two cans of soda in front of them. Both their eyes sparkling at the free drink. “This is all I can offer for now~”

“This is more than enough, (l/n)-san!” Mirio cheered as he opened the can of soda and chugged it. “Oh! Here’s the files that Sir Nighteye wanted to give you. He also wishes you a speedy recovery. Oh, and he wants to know if you’re fit to attend the heroes meeting the day after tomorrow.”

Accepting the files, you placed the folder beside you and answered the other questions he had thrown. Satisfied with your answer, the boy laughed and tried to say a punchline.

“You sure do have a sense of humor, Lemillion.” Looking at your bedroom door, you couldn’t help but snicker at the thought of Overhaul’s jacket resting on his side of the bed. Hmm, his side of the bed was a strong word and one you were sure you wouldn’t be able to use again. “How’s school, you two?”

“It’s fine. We’re just focusing now on our internships but the others are still attending school.” Deku answered.

“Ah, by the way, are you feeling much better now?” Mirio chimed in. “You seem to be alone.”

“Yeah, I’m fine.” You shrugged and touched the spot of the closed bullet hole. “Things didn’t exactly turn out as planned but there’s still next time~”

“We received news that Overhaul ended up killing a suspect?”

“Hm? Well, yes he did.” You almost forgot about that. “We still caught one so I guess it isn’t all that bad.”

“How did you get used to your work, (l/n)-san?” Deku inquired.

“I can’t say I’m used to it. I still get chills every now and then but as long as things turn out for the better, it makes it worthwhile. Besides, the injuries we get are nothing compared to what heroes get. We’re merely support.” You smirked. “Pawns for the bigger pieces, if I may say so myself.”

“Hahaha! You say that like heroes aren’t all that, (l/n)-san!” Mirio laughed and held on to his stomach.

“I never implied that.” You looked at the view of your window and back at them. Not holding it back, you sighed. “Listen. Everyone wants to be a hero, I get it. But when life hits you, sometimes ya gotta do what you have to do. My field of work requires me to make a constant string of decisions. I’ve worked for heroes who have red marks on their files. Some even with questionable motives. But it’s also important to take note of those who were not seen in their times of need.”

“Isn’t that a little harsh?”

“Barely. The glitz and glamour of being a hero are blinding to those aspiring one’s. Same goes for those who aren’t on the heroes side.” You stood up and the two boy’s followed. “Don’t take this the wrong way kids. Not everyone can be saved. Now, I’m not telling you guys to stop chasing your dreams or shit. I just want you to be aware that the world is unfair. Now go to do your patrols.”

The moment they bid farewell and your locks clicked, you went back to the living room and sat down. Fingers slowly touching the fabric. Every single crease, fold, and dip your sofa had. Finding nothing, you painstakingly began to check each room and vase your unit had to offer. Seeing as things were clear, you decided a small trip to the third floor was necessary.

Grabbing your phone, you went to your bedroom and opened the window. Dialing a number, you waited for the other person to pick up.

“Hurry. I don’t have much time.”

“Chrono. Did you destroy the tracker?”

“I did. 2 days ago.” He paused and lowered his voice. “Why?”

“Nothing. How did you dispose of it?”

“Used some equipment we have here.”

“Thanks. Go do your shit.” Hearing a chuckle, you ended the call and closed the windows.

It didn’t take too long but now you were inside the elevator. The faint sound of elevator music keeping you company as the buttons lit up. Once you arrived on the third floor, you walked down the hallway and took a detour to one of the off limit doors.

Knocking 5 times, the door opened.

“Why hello to you, (y/n)~”

“Same goes for you, Roshi-san~” You tilted your head and gave him a peace sign. “Busy?”

“Not at all. Come in, come in! Shall I prepare your throne, princess?”

“And rid you of yours? I just wanna check something.” Taking a Y1000 from your pocket, Roshi took it with a wink and stuffed it into his.

Watching his fingers tapping on the keyboard, a window popped up indicating that a bunch of videos were being transported into a folder. As that was happening, he took a flash drive and connected it. With a few more taps and clicks, he turned around and faced you.

“Paranoid, princess?”

“Not much. Just have to make sure, you know?”

“This about Overhaul?” The bluish twinkle in his eyes made you laugh. “Bingo~ Don’t worry boo, I’ve deleted and looped each and every footage that showed him he even entered within a 100m radius.”

“Remind me why you prefer to work here and not back at the house?”

Roshi Matsui. One of your father’s most trusted members. It had been a few years since he decided to leave the compound and take up a job that made use of his quirk. Though admittedly, he was also one of the reasons why your father chose the apartment building. He felt safe enough to entrust his only daughter to this member.

“I get bored easily.” Facing the screen once more, he tapped away and ejected the flash drive. “Everything you need is in here, princess. You’re in for a wild ride.”

“Thanks for the warning.”

“Shall I continue with your request?”

“Yes, please.”

“Alright~ Have a great day~ OH send my kisses to Geiby-boo.” Right. You keep forgetting that these two were related. Cousins. Giving him the response he wanted, he stood up to open the doors for you. Just as you were about to step outside, Roshi grabbed your arm and smirked. “Not that I care what you do, (n/n)... be sure to check your doors. Aight?”

“I will~”

With hurried steps, you reached the elevator and clicked on your floor. Roshi usually kept an eye on your floor but it was never really needed before. That sudden warning was nothing but bad news as each button lit up. Using your quirk to calm yourself, you stepped out and made your way to your room.

Taking your keys from your pocket, it slipped and jingled its way to the floor. Kneeling to pick it up, you examined the corner pads, sweep, and sill. Seeing nothing, you grabbed your keys and stretched. Eyes scanning the header and the jam. It was still clear of any shiny objects.

Not satisfied with the results, you entered your room and locked your door. Inspecting it from within was much less confining. Yet, there were no indications that your place had been bugged.

“Unless…” Of all the things you barely checked, it would have to be the peephole. “Ah shit.”

True enough, the peephole was blocked and you were met with a tiny lens that seemed to be adjusting its aperture. Heading to where you kept your toolbox, you uttered a string of curses. The want to watch the CCTV footage grew stronger but first things first.

It took awhile but you got the job done. Careful that the small camera wasn’t damaged, you managed to pull it out. The tiny dot of green light indicated that it was still recording. Covering the new whole with some electrical tape, you went to the kitchen and reached for two bowls. Caging the device with the two bowls, you placed it in the fridge to ensure you were safe.

Now in your bedroom, you dialled his number.

“What is it, (y/n)?”

“I don’t like being bugged, Chisaki.”

“And why would I do that? You already pester me with phone AND video calls. I see no need to do that.” There was a pause in the line. “Though, I would be a hypocrite if I wouldn’t admit to the thought of actually doing it.”

“I don’t like liars.”

“Would I ever lie to you?” There was a teasing tone to his voice.

“You might~ I can never guess you right.” If it wasn’t him then who would? “That’s all for now, birdman. W-will you call me later?”

“If my schedule permits it, then I shall.”

“Such a tease…”

“I can do more than teasing, (y/n).”

“Oh shut it.” Ending the call, you resisted the urge to squeal.

Rubbing your face, you groaned and sunk into the sofa, your body feeling tired after all the moving you had done today. Perhaps you weren’t fully healed yet. Dialing another number, you waited for the other person to pick up.

“Nao?”

“Ah. (y/n). You okay now?”

“Not fully but I can head to work tomorrow. Are things alright there? How’s the report for the raid?”

“It’s still in the drafts but it shouldn’t be too hard for you to pick up.”

“Email it to me. I can start working on it now.”

“Sure.” He paused. “How’re things with Rusai?”

“Who?”

“Your caretaker?”

Oh. He was given an alias. Something you didn’t know. Then again, you didn’t bother as to how he even became your ‘legal guardian’ during those tiring times.

“Things were rather interesting to be honest. A bit of a rough 20 minutes when I woke up but other than that, things improved significantly~” You stared at the entryway and bit your tongue. “Deku and Mirio dropped by but he left earlier than planned.”

“Deku and Mirio? Isn’t that…”

“I know. I took care of it. Though, I have a feeling something’s about to happen again.”

“Be careful, (n/n).”

“I will~ Now go do your thing~”

Reaching for your laptop, you unlocked and connected the flash drive. Waiting a few seconds, you opened the folder and grabbed a pillow. Clicking on the first video, upped the speed and began to watch as to who could have possibly planted that bug on your door.

As the hours ticked by and your legs falling asleep alternatively, you took a glance at your windows and realized that the sun was now setting. Stretching your entire body, you could feel the tension being released. Pausing the current video, you groaned and layed down on the sofa. Hair splaying everywhere.

Roshi was right.

It really was indeed a wild ride.

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[lettheladylead]

avoid the unhappy ending (ch6)

ships/characters: Goldie, Huey, Louie, Beakley, Scrooge/Goldie words (ch6): ~2200  summary: Goldie comes to town to see Scrooge. Instead, she somehow manages to run into literally everyone else. ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/27108943/

[1 & 2] [3] [4] [5]

Chapter 6 below the cut:

Goldie, finally alone, took the opportunity to climb down the stairs. Duckworth had said Scrooge was down there at some point. Of course, Scrooge was all around the manor at some point. Not the most helpful clue. But still, there she went.

Quietly creeping down the staircase to ensure the housekeeper wouldn’t notice her, she poked her head around the side and glanced every which way. There was definitely someone in the kitchen and she had no doubts who that was. It was not a confrontation she was interested in having. Sure - Goldie could take out Twenty-Two with minimal effort. But did she want to? Not particularly.

She tip-toed her way towards the dining room, hoping to see Scrooge eating some of his disgusting family recipes or reading the paper. And as she opened the door, she saw someone sitting at the end of the table right underneath the large portrait of Scrooge’s parents.

Even with the giant newspaper covering his face, she recognized the signature top hat.

“Finally.” Goldie stepped forward and leaned on the table flirtatiously. “Scroogey, where have you-”

The newspaper was pulled down to reveal the red triplet, who just happened to be wearing Scrooge’s hat.

Goldie and Huey stared at each other for a full second before they both yiped.

Huey grabbed the top hat and threw it across the room. “I-I wasn’t pretending to be Uncle Scrooge!”

Goldie watched the hat’s descent. “Um…”

“Wait, what? Miss Goldie?” He blinked several times and then shook his head, focusing on neatly folding up the newspaper. “What are you doing here?”

“I’m - ”

“Stealing something? Visiting Scrooge? Come to talk to Louie?”

“...it’s -”

“Are you going to tie up Mrs. Beakley again? She probably won’t appreciate that.”

“...”

“Well?”

Goldie crossed her arms over her chest. “I was waiting for you to stop talking.”

Huey stood up straight and popped his normal hat back on his head. “I’m done.”

“I’m looking for your uncle. Contrary to apparently popular belief, I don’t need to steal something every time I’m here.” She glanced around the room and a few items of significant monetary value stood out to her. “...of course, that doesn’t mean I won’t.”

He followed her eyeline and frowned. “Why are you looking for Uncle Scrooge?”

Goldie picked herself up and sat on the edge of the table, one leg crossed over the other. “I don’t see how that’s any of your business.”

“You being in my home makes it my business,” Huey said matter-of-factly. “I don’t think I’m wrong to assume that you broke in here, which means the manor isn’t as secure as it should be considering the types of people who try to just come in whenever they want to.”

Impressed, she smiled down at the kid. “So serious. You know, I spoke with your brother earlier and he’s busy putting on a show, while you’re down here pretending to be an ancient businessman with a back problem.”

He stiffened. “What’s your point?”

“My point…” Goldie leaned over and flicked the brim of Huey’s hat, knocking it off his head. It was easy to change the subject with kids. “...is that you don’t seem to know how to have fun.”

Huey reached over and grabbed his hat to put it back on. “I make my own fun! The girls have their sleepovers and Dewey is...Dewey. And Louie doesn’t do anything! Scrooge is alone all the time so I thought imitating him might give me some ideas!”

She frowned at that. “What do you mean, alone all the time? He has a million people living in this house with him.”

“Well, yeah, sure. But he still has his alone routine he fell into before we moved in.” Huey scratched his arm. “He takes long baths, usually eats meals by himself, drinks a lot of tea alone on the couch, spends hours writing stuff at the desk in his room…”

Goldie’s frown deepened. Was this kid trying to pull one over on her? Those specifically sounded like activities she could be joining in on if she were a more regular resident of the manor. “I’m sure he prefers it that way,” she said with a shrug.

Huey gave her a suspicious look, almost like her reaction was not what he thought she’d say. He clearly gave his response some consideration before saying, “Yes, well...that’s the life of a bachelor, I guess!”

She laughed. “What would you know about a bachelor’s life? You’re, what, 10?”

“I’m 11, thank you very much.” Huey clasped his fingers on the table in front of him. “And I may not know a lot about bachelors, but I know Uncle Scrooge! Plus I know you’ve,” He pointed at her dramatically, “been running around all afternoon trying to find him and you won’t tell anyone why. So I think you miss him, and he’s lonely. And Duckworth thinks it’s some anniversary for you guys. So you can keep pretending that you’re just here to get on Uncle Scrooge’s nerves, but I think it’s pretty obvious that you just want to spend some time with him and it’s kind of ridiculous that even at your age, you two can’t seem to just sit down and have a normal conversation about it. Considering what Webby told us about your little adventure down in Florida, I would’ve thought you two would be better at communicating by now. I guess one good trip can’t undo over a hundred years of messiness.”

Goldie stared at him, quite taken aback. She wasn’t used to anyone speaking to her like that.

“I’d say I know quite a bit, Aunt Goldie.” Huey stood up and grabbed the paper in front of him, stuffing it under his arm. He shuffled towards the exit. “Tell Uncle Scrooge I said hi when you finally find him.”

She was still staring at the empty chair when Huey left the room. This was really turning out to be some kind of day, wasn’t it? Scolded by children. Lectured by children. Pitied by children. Interviewed by children. There were too many kids in this house, she didn’t need to tell Scrooge that. Communication wasn’t the problem - he knew exactly how she felt.

Goldie hopped off the table. She brushed some dust off her shorts and considered the possibility that maybe Scrooge didn’t one hundred percent know how she felt.

...no, no. He knew.

She looked at the doors around the room. That was the one she entered from, that one went to the kitchen, and...she didn’t remember where that door led. So…

The door creaked quite a bit as she pushed it open, revealing the living room. Oh, yeah. Now she remembered. And there was someone sitting on the couch, sipping a drink and watching television.

Goldie smiled and walked over, plopping down on the armrest and leaning against the back of the couch.

“Hey, can you get me another Pep? I’m almost out.”

Her smile turned into a smirk as she realized Louie wasn’t paying enough attention to figure out who was with him. She snatched the soda out of his hand and chugged the rest of it.

Louie stared at his now-empty hand. “Hey! What do you think you’re…” He turned his head to confront the soda stealing culprit and then froze. “...wait, what?”

“Hey there, Sharpie.”

“What are you doing here?!” Louie jumped over to the far side of the couch and checked his pockets to see if anything was missing.

“Just hanging out. Talking to your entire family, for whatever reason.” She shrugged. “And what are you up to? Judging from the number of empty cans here, I take it there’s no scheme in the works.”

“I’m not constantly scheming,” Louie said with a frown. “Unlike you, I have a life outside of that. Y’know, family and friends.”

Goldie didn’t let his comment annoy her. (Almost.) “More proof that family just bogs you down. Let me guess; they ruined your last scheme?”

Louie shoved his hands into his hoodie pocket. “Nope.”

“Oh?”

“They actually saved my last scheme. I guess having a family isn’t as bad as you seem to think it is.” He smirked at her, feeling like he was on top again.

Goldie scowled and turned her body to face him, letting one leg droop onto the couch while the other hung over the edge of the armrest. “What is with everyone today?”

“What do you mean?”

“I’ve spoken to ninety percent of the people who live here, including several random children that I’ve never seen before, and everyone is just constantly talking about how great and important family is.” She shook her hands for emphasis. “Are you people always like this or is it just a special topic for me?”

Louie let out a short, rude laugh. “Ever think you might be a little paranoid? If everyone’s talking to you about family, that’s probably your own fault.”

She scoffed. “Paranoia is good for a person like me. It’s the only reason I’m still alive.”

“Oh, really?” He sat back down, leaning against the other armrest to look at her smugly. “It’s not because of magic? Or fountains of youth? Maybe some dimension hopping?”

“That all came later. Before I found my first fountain, I was just a normal duck who had to be better than every other duck or dog or pig that came to town. No family or friends to support me or fall back on.”

Louie snapped a finger and then pointed a finger gun at Goldie. “You just brought up family again with no prompting.”

“What?” Goldie frowned and thought about what she’d said. “No - you know what? That’s because I’m surrounded by you people!”

“So you admit that it’s your own fault.” He smiled and adjusted his position so he was facing the TV again. “Does denial come naturally when you get old or is it just you and Uncle Scrooge?”

She glared down at Louie for a moment before picking herself up and plopping down on the couch next to him. “So what are we watching?”

Louie glanced up at her, surprised that she hadn’t left. “Ottoman Empire. It’s my favorite show.”

“What’s it about?”

“I don’t even know, it’s so stupid.”

A minute passed with them silently watching the show together. Louie was clearly very comfortable, and Goldie had to admit that just sitting and watching some nonsense with her favorite of Scrooge’s kids was...nice.

As annoying as the day had been, there were a few moments she enjoyed. This was definitely in the top three, as embarrassing as that fact was. There was something about Sharpie that made her feel lighter. Sure, she’d betrayed him, but he didn’t seem to hold a grudge like his uncle tended to. He didn’t seem to care at all. He even told one of the other ducklings that she was soft.

“Why’d you tell Lil Vanderquack that I’m, quote, a softie?” she asked suddenly, cutting through the boredom of a commercial break.

Louie didn’t even look at her, taking a sip from an old can of Pep that still had some liquid at the bottom. “Cause you are.”

Goldie hummed in response. What would be the point in disagreeing with him? Clearly he’d made up his mind. And here she was, snuggling with him on a comfy sofa, watching bad reality TV while not twenty feet away was a woman who wanted to rip her head off and not five feet away were treasures worth more than her home. Maybe he had a point.

“Do you always think you’re right?” she asked.

“Do you?”

Goldie frowned deeper and put a hand on top of Louie’s head, brushing her fingers through some of his little feathers. “Of course.”

He didn’t stop her from playing with his hair, enjoying it more than he’d admit. “Then there’s your answer.”

She was tempted to get into a whole pointless argument of ‘well we can’t both be right,’ but it would get old fast. “So I’m looking for your uncle.”

“No kidding.”

“...he wasn’t in his bedroom -”

“Ew.”

Goldie rolled her eyes. “Have you seen him?” She removed her hand from his head and started to stand up.

“Ehh…” Louie sat up straight for a minute and combed through his hair to set it back to normal. “I’m not sure. I thought I saw him looking at some old treasures earlier. Near the garage.”

“Alright.” Goldie looked at the TV again for a moment, genuinely interested in where the episode was going.

But the sound of footsteps walking towards them from the kitchen took her out of that stupor. She leaned down and left an unprompted smooch on Louie’s head. “Seeya round, Sharpie.”

“Wha-?! Gross!” Louie angrily rubbed a hand over the spot she’d kissed and when he looked back up, Goldie was gone.

“What’s gross?” Beakley asked as she stepped into the room with a fresh can of Pep.

Louie smiled and grabbed it. “Oh, nothing. Goldie’s here, by the way.”

“That is quite gross.”

[hydethestash]

night fever

hyde x reader

drug tw (weed)

[been playing around with this for a while, let me know what you guys think and what should happen in the next part! (i meant to post this last night but got baked and forgot lol i’m sorry)]

.:.

point place, wisconsin

february 17th, 1977

9:03 p.m.

location:

eric forman’s basement

.:.

you laughed as you passed steven the bowl, your whole body shaking. he grabbed the yellow glass piece, grinning as he shook his head at your uncontrollable laughter. he can’t remember exactly why you all were laughing, but at the hurt look on kelso’s face and the smug look on donna’s he could take a guess. you were sitting on his lap and hanging with the others out in forman’s basement, doing what you guys always did on nights like this.

“i feel so bubbly!” you exclaimed as you leaned off steven’s lap to take a sip from your soda, the glass bottle clicking against your rings. you stared at the dainty gold pieces on your hand- studying the way they shined in the dim light before the flavor of the orange soda caught your attention, the taste unbelievable as you felt the fizz in your mouth, almost downing the whole bottle. you probably would have if steven hadn’t nudged your back.

you grinned as you set the bottle down on the basements makeshift table, looking behind you towards steven before looking around the circle.

steven and you were sat in his usual lawn chair sprawled out, each other’s legs tangled with one another. nobody was sat in front of the tv this time as the weather hummed in the background. kelso was in the corner giggling his ass off at god knows what, about to fall off his seat while eric was sat with donna, the two pressed against each other on the couch. eric seemed to be singing along to floyd in the background while donna lit the bowl for him. your smile stayed on your face as you listened to the music, day dreaming for only a moment-

you almost jumped out of your skin when steven squeezed your hip, nodding his head towards eric who was attempting to pass the piece to you.

you grabbed the bowl and lighter from him in a rush, accidentally dropping the lighter on the floor. as you reached to grab it you slipped, almost sliding off of stevens lap. your eyes widened as you went to protect the glass piece, hoping you wouldn’t spill ashes and glass everywhere on kitty’s clean floor. you doubt she would notice if you cleaned it, but you’d still feel bad mussing it up.

steven grabbed you before you could fall, pulling you closer up against his chest while trying to steady you. “easy” he murmured in your ear, your face turning red.

“i’m sorry- i’m like really high right now and super clumsy” you stuttered in his lap, suddenly embarrassed. you almost always dropped or spilled something when you were high, your limbs just got too heavy to manage. same with your voice—it felt like your tongue would get in the way when you spoke, syllables becoming one as letters were dropped or mangled.

he shook his head with a smirk and got the lighter off the floor while plucking the bowl out of your hands and holding it, motioning for you to move your head down.

“i’ll light it for you” he explained, flicking the lighter. you leaned down slightly and looked at him through your lashes, inhaling when you heard the tell-tale flick. you winced at the bright light of the flame burned your eyes before they adjusted, the smell of butane covering your senses. your eyes closed as you felt the hot smoke curl around your throat, pulling away when steven uncovered the carb.

you exhaled away from stevens face, watching him as he lit the bowl for himself. you swayed slightly to the guitar solo in the background, the music seeming to be wrapping around you as you enjoyed your high.

steven joined you, shifting closer to you before he inhaled, now making eye contact with you. his eyes twinkled in the dim light you noticed, brighter than any of the stones on your rings had. just the fact that you could even see him without the classic tinted shades was a treat.

you carded your fingers through his hair as he pulled away, inhaling any smoke that tried to escape from his lips.

he paused before grabbing for your face softly, his lips tight against yours for a second before he opened his mouth. you got the hint and did the same, inhaling the smoke that was in his mouth.

you blew the smoke out as you pulled away, he was already passing it back unto kelso.

kelso waved the bowl away laughing.

“i’m good, i’m about to leave and don’t want red or someone to smell me.” he laughed, passing it to donna who shrugged and took it. kelso fidgeted in his chair before you turned to him, confused.

“where are you going?” you asked slowly, more focused on the records playing in the background than the conversation. the smile on kelso’s face only grew as he looked around the room.

“your mom’s room!” he yelled, pointing at eric before yelling his signature “burn!”

donna smacked him since eric was busy with the pipe, you and hyde both threw matches and cards at him.

he gasped before ducking behind his chair. “truce! that was my eye!” he whined as steven managed to get a bottle cap past his barricade.

steven threw a final card before he motioned you to get up, wiping his hands on his pants.

“i’m gonna hit the bathroom and then we should get something to eat, i’m starving” he announced, directing the statement at the group but only looking at you. you were terrible at paying attention when you were baked, steven learned the hard way after you not listening one too many times.

you nodded as you plopped down on the chair where he was before, finishing off the bowl.

eric and donna whispered to each other before agreeing to going too, kelso just wanted to go for the ride.

“then it’s settled” he yawned before patting your head, trekking up the basement stairs.

“i’m gonna follow him—i’ll tell my mom we’re leaving” eric yawned, leaving donna on the couch while kelso played with the tv knobs.

donna and you both caught each other’s eyes as he stomped up the stairs; donna got up and started to clean up, dumping the ashes and spraying fabreeze while you lit some incense.

you stretched as you got off the lawn chair, groaning as your muscles tensed. you snagged a water off the table, chugging it as quickly as you could (you had some major cotton mouth). you shook your head as you got your bearings, time seeming to be moving slower every second. you shivered and looked around before going to stevens room and snatching his jacket off his cot bed.

his room is one of your favorite places, besides your bed and the hub. his room was small and always messy—almost the exact opposite of your room. he tried to fit everything he found into the closet sized area, and it showed. just on his bed alone besides his signature jacket lie a video camera, a couple rolls of film, two vinyl records and one of your shirts you left on his floor from the last time you came over. it was endearing, but annoying when you were looking for something specific.

you zipped up the familiar smell around you of cheap cologne, weed, and mint before grabbing your wallet off his dresser and heading back into the main room, steven and eric already back from the bathroom.

“where we going and who’s driving?” you asked, leaning on steven. everybody seemed to speak at once, ideas coming from every direction.

“we could go to the hub?” donna suggested, but hyde shook his head.

“too far away”

eric looked up, tilting his head “what about that new chicken place?”

“i don’t have that type of money” you snorted, looking up at hyde.

“i really want some ice cream” kelso sighed, messing with some random crap that was on the table.

“i could go for a burger” you responded, snapping your fingers. “what about fatso burger?”

“that could work, it’s like 2 miles away and closes at 11” donna provided, looking at kelso while he pouted “and they have milk shakes”

you thought he murmured a complaint and was proven right when donna smacked him upside his head. he gasped, clutching his head before backing away.

everyone shuffled around the room, getting their coats and shoes on as eric looked for his keys. after none of you could find the keys after looking for ten minutes, you guys decided that nobody should be driving, so you all slipped out the basement door as eric locked it behind himself.

the night was cool as the five of you walked down the street, singing along to the songs you guys had heard on the radio earlier. you bobbed your head as eric played the air guitar and kelso attempted to dance. steven ended up lighting a joint he found in his pocket on the way, passing it back and forth with donna as they walked behind the rest of you.

while you and steven have been going steady for a couple months now, her and eric were just now getting into their relationship, god knows where jackie and kelso are in theirs. you could hear their conversation, hyde giving donna advice for eric, their voices a low hum in the back of your thoughts.

you looked at the night sky, the chilly winter air whipping your hair in your face. thank god it wasn’t snowing this week, you needed a break from the cold. you didn’t get to spend as much time as usual when the winter storm would hit and honestly- it sucked. you hardly got the chance anymore to look at the night sky like you used to, talking to the moon as you counted the stars in the sky. you didn’t get too far along before a lit joint obstructed your view, hyde silently asking if you wanted to hit it.

you stared at the view for a moment, entranced by the red glow of the cherry and the white glow of the moon. you plucked the joint out of his hand, taking a deep drag. you loved and lived joints, it was your favorite way to smoke. you knew hyde was thinking this as you slowly inhaled, your eyes slightly lowering as your cheeks hollowed.

you blew a smoke ring into the still night air before blowing the rest in his face, smirking.

hyde began to open his mouth to respond before he got cut off by kelso, who yelled loud enough to let everybody in point place know they finally made it to fatso burger.

[bapyess1r]

Head Over Heels

4. Head Over Heels

Joe’s POV

I stared at the Bob Marley lighter, twiddling it between my fingers. Now and then I’d look at the girl’s number and smile. I quite liked her. “Samira…” I read aloud as I ran my thumb across her number.

“Joe boy!” My friend Craig snapped his fingers in front of my face, yanking me out my trance. I looked up at his joyful, gap toothed smile and snickered as Mark slapped a heavy hand on me shoulder, letting out a deep, guttural laugh. After Mark and I left McMullen’s, we met up with another mate at another pub. This one was a bit more fun; cornhole, table tennis, giant chess, giant jenga. Of course we went! And I was having a great time until we sat down for a breather and I started thinking about Samira. “Mate, this girl has you whipped huh?” He asked.

When I thought about it, she kinda did have me spinning. I smiled thinking about her dark coily hair and her eyes and the shape of her lips when she cracked a smile. I felt the warm n’ fuzzies! It was not at all natural to my habits to be this whipped but she made me wanna get used to it.

“What was her name again, bruv?” Mark asked.

“Samira.” I said quite proudly. I deserved a fucking gold star for that one I tell ya!

“So! You got a girl’s number! Stop gawkin’ at the number and start drinkin’!” Craig chimed in, grabbing his beer and chugging easily. I smirked and picked up my own pint. I was so bolloxed that I could barely hold the glass up to begin with. But still I clinked glasses with my friends and down my entire beer in one sit.

“I’m ready fer liquor now- oi, waiter! Might I get… a bottle o’ whiskey, please.” I said, stopping a waitress as she skipped by. I had so many feelings about this. Not only did I get a girl’s number, I had real feelings for her. It’s worrying because…. “Who would like a bloke like me, eh?” I thought aloud again, staring into my glass.

“Mate, not this again-” Craig started up.

“Alright look bruv, do you like her?” Mark asked, shushing up our friend.

“Aye….”

“And you wanna see her again, yeah?”

“Yeah, I do, mate.”

“And you have her number?”

“For fucksake, mate, yes!”

“So then pick up the bloody phone and god damn call her!” He shouted, snapping his fingers in my face.

“Honestly, Joe, she wouldn’t have given you her number if she didn’t like ya.” Craig added. I took a long sigh and stared at my feet for a moment.

“I’ve gotta get super drunk fer that first, mate! She uh….. She’s very uh….”

“My god…. she makes you nervous-” I groaned and waved him off as the waitress arrived with my whiskey. Immediately, I twisted the cap and chugged a lot of it. “She does! She makes ya nervous!”

“Okay so what!? I’m gonna call her- I just…. I dunno what on earth I’m gonna say to her.” I sighed, shaking my head. The alcohol was starting to take effect and gravity seemed to almost defy me in every way.

“Just say you wanna do brekkie in the mornin’.” Craig said, gulping down the last of his pint. I nodded my head, sipping my whisky bottle like a soda.

“I’mna do it, mate….. I’ve gotta do it, innit?” I said, trying my best to work myself up to the challenge. I stood up to get my balance back and drunkenly hopped over the railing that closed us in. I grabbed my bottle and unlocked my phone as I walked down the street of the quiet town.

“Good luck, bruv!” Mark shouted making me laugh a bit.

I typed in the number from the back of the lighter and let my finger hover over the call button. I had to do it…. there was only but so many times I can meet someone and push them away. I had to try… With a deep breath and a swig of liquid courage, I called her. My heart raced as I anticipated hearing her voice on the other end.

“Hello?” The sudden click made my heart stop a moment and at the sound of her voice, my brain went blank. “Hellooo???”

“Oi! Is a….is this Samira?” I asked, snapping myself out of my drunken trance. Then I sighed. “Sorry, that was a um… a dumb question- of course it you. T-This is Joe. Ya smoked a joint wit me on the roof at the pub?” I suddenly started to babble absolute nonsense and I mentally kicked myself for it.

“I’m sorry who?” The voice said. My heart dropped.

“I-I um…...erm…. It’s- I’m soo sorry-”

“I’m fuckin’ with you.” She said with a light airy laugh. I gave a big audible dramatic sigh of relief and took a sip of whisky.

“Jesus! I’m so glad! I’m too drunk to cover me arse right about now…” I chuckled.

“You’re still drinking?” She asked.

“Okay, Judgy McJudgerson!” I joked.

“I’m not judging! I just….. I didn’t think you’d call.”

“Why on earth would I not?” I said sincerely, staring up at the star pierced night sky.

“I dunno…”

“I couldn’t stop t’inkin’ about ya since you left wit yer mates…. I hope that’s not creepy-”

“No! That’s um…. really nice of you. Honestly…” she sounded flattered on the other end and I smiled thinking about her smile.

“So um…. I’m callin’ because erm… I wanted to know if maybe you’d wanna have breakfast wit me tomorrow mornin’ or…. or lunch if you’re not a mornin’ person…. I’m not- but I’d still want to do breakfast… if you wanted to…” There I was, babbling again. “I could show you around town if you’d like….”

“Sure! That sounds nice, Joe.”

“Yeah? Nice! Then I….can pick you up?”

“Is 11 ok?”

“Brunch time! Sounds perfect…”

“I’ll send the address! I’ll see you tomorrow then.”

“Yeah of course! And I’ll um….slow down on the drinkin’ then.” I said with a brief chuckle, taking another swig of whisky.

“Are you gonna be okay getting home?” She asked me as I spun around a few times in the street, walking aimlessly as I listened to her voice.

“I t’ink I’ll be alright, love, t’anks.” I laughed, stumbling a bit as I tripped over my feet.

“Hm…. okay. If you need anything let me know-”

“You’re so attentive…” I blurted out in a brief spurt of drunkenness. She gave a small goofy goober laugh and it made me grin from ear to ear as I walked down the street, not even noticing the pothole ahead. I stepped straight in it, losing my footing and stumbling straight into a nearby ditch with a slight holler, head over heels. I didn’t dare let go of my phone though.

“Joe? Joe?! You good over there?” I heard her say from the speaker. I pat my body down to make sure I was still in one piece and laid my head back down with laughter full of embarrassment.

“Yeah, lass, I’m still here. Hope nobody saw that.” I chuckled as I climbed out of the ditch.

“Are you okay?” She giggled.

“Just fine. I fell over but no mud. Just a spot of dirt…” I said looking down at my now completely dirty body. I dusted myself off and wiped my face with my sleeve.

“Alright well….. Honey is currently being annoying and tapping his watch. We’re supposed to be drunkenly watching a movie.” she chuckled.

“Sounds like a blast. I won’t keep ya… Goodnight, Samira.”

“I’ll see you in the morning, Joe.” she said in a rather sweet tone. And with that, she hung up. I punched in the air like an absolute idiot and ran back to my friends. I felt like a weight had been lifted.

“GUYS! GUYS! I’VE DONE IT! I’ve done it, I got a date!” I exclaimed and we began our night of celebration.

Samira’s POV

“Who the bloody hell was that? Callin’ at this hour?” Maura scowled, twisting her long brown hair into a messy bun. Brazil came into the living room from her shower followed by Jooheon just as Maura took a seat opposite me on the couch.

“That was Joe.” I said trying not to seem like I was nervous. The girls mewed cutely and Jooheon of course whined as he followed Brazil to the kitchen to fix himself a sandwich.

“AiYah! Does this guy have any respect for sleepy time hours?” He commented, wincing at the mention of Joe. Brazil rolled her eyes and smacked her lips, pushing his head with her freshly done nails.

“Boy, if you don’t leave that man alone!” She snapped.

“I just don’t want her to get hurt! It’s been a while but Javi’s still fresh. I wanna make sure you take your time, y’know- and we don’t even know this guy to begin with! Maura, back me up here, man! C’mon…” Jooheon replied defensively.

Maura responded in a laidback light, picking at her nails. “I don’t know, Honey. He seems like an alright feller to me. He was nice enough… and cute in like a…. Fashionable hobo kinda way-”

“There’s no way he’s not a hobo-” he retorted pointing at me. I scoffed.

“Jooheon, he is not a hobo!”

“He’s a fucking hobo.” He mumbled to Brazil before taking his sandwich to the dining table and she chuckled a bit at his paranoid nonsense.

“How was it talkin’ with him?” Maura asked. Jooheon groaned in the background but he was heavily ignored.

“He is so fucking funny! Like it should be a sin to be as funny as he is. And he’s very sweet. He’s got this romantic side to him from what I could tell over the phone… He’s just a dork and it’s precious as fuck-”

“Buuut?” Brazil added, pulling a box of tea from the cabinet.

“..... I’m not ready to trust anyone like that again yet.” It frightened me, falling in love again. I was with Javi for so long and I thought I grew as a person throughout our relationship. Unfortunately, I was a complete idiot the entire time. I’m still the same piece of trash I was in high school. I was anxious and I was tired. Mostly nervous about breakfast with Joe. I don’t even know what to say to him… He’s kinda intimidating but such a marshmallow at the same time. I couldn’t let myself get wrapped up in something serious.

“So let him know that and take it slow. You are the one in control of this experience.” She said, filling up her massive water bottle.

“And take it slow slow. Like waaay slow-” Jooheon interjected with a mouthful of sandwich.

“Christ, Honey! She’s not a nun!” Maura chuckled looking up from her phone. Once again, she and Jooheon began their bickering. If I didn’t know them, I’d mistake them for a married couple. It suddenly became too much and I stood with a stretch and a yawn.

“OKAY guys!” I shouted above them, causing them to quiet. “I’m going to sleep. I have a date in the morning…” With that, I briskly walked down the dark colored hardwood floor hallway into my room and shut my door, locking it behind me with a fierce need to be alone.

Author’s Note: I just wanna say I’m really sorry for the ridiculously long hiatus lol I haven’t been doing very well here and I’m trying my best to work on myself. Hopefully my brain block doesn’t last this long again and I can keep bringing you content! Please keep reading 💖

[silversoulstardust]

50 Questions You’ve Never Been Asked

I was tagged by @plusultratempo , thanks for the tag babe!

1. What is the color of your hairbrush?: Purple-pink

2. Name a food you never eat?: a blowfish

3. Are you typically too warm or too cold?: too cold! my fingers get icy real quick so I like to touch people’s neck with it and make them jump heheh :p 

4. What were you doing 45 minutes ago?: work work work. i’m still at work but it’s been chill so I’m taking the time to go through these questions teehee

5. What is your favorite candy bar?: kit-kat and twix, i can’t choose just one!

6. Have you ever been to a professional sports event?: hockey. my college was big on hockey so they made us students go to live matches for moral support. free food and fun time with friends even though I know nothing about hockey? lol sign me up

7. What is the last thing you said out loud?: “I’m gonna kill you!” *me, to flies buzzing around in my room*

8. What is your favorite ice cream?: vanilla with chocolate chips

9. What was the last thing you had to drink?: mineral water

10. Do you like your wallet?: i feel... neutral about it. it’s an old one from Esprit, my boyfriend gave it to me when we first started dating

11. What was the last thing you ate?: rice with chicken and vegetables

12. Did you buy any new clothes last weekend?: lol yeah a karasuno jacket

13. The last sporting event you watched?: does haikyuu matches count? because i really cant recall any lol 

14. What is your favorite flavor of popcorn?: caramel

15. Who is the last person you sent a text message to?: my boyfriend, bragging about how I successfully made a Japanese strawberry shortcake lol 

16. Ever go camping?: yes! its fun!

17. Do you take vitamins?: not everyday because im forgetful 

18. Do you go to church every Sunday?: nope, not a christian 

19. Do you have a tan?: lol im asian i dont get tan i am tanned 

20. Do you prefer Chinese food or pizza?: pizza ftw 

21. Do you drink your soda with a straw?: No, it feels better to chug it 

22. What color socks do you usually wear?: colorful ones bc fuck norm

23. Do you ever drive above the speed limit?: almost exclusively. i know where the speed traps are on my route to work so i’d slow down near the area. i’m lucky there’s no police patrol ambushing speedy people on my way to work

24. What terrifies you?: cockroaches. i’d scream bloody murder, even at 3am

25. Look to your left, what do you see?: a calculator

26. What chore do you hate?: ironing clothes. i always end up burning through precious blouses and it irritates me so much 

27. What do you think of when you hear an Australian accent?: my boyfriend. he’s working in Australia and he’s speaking like one now 

28. What’s your favorite soda?: coca-cola

29. Do you go in a fast food place or just hit the drive-thrus?: Drive thru. less interaction with people and I don’t even have to leave my car so I can just go in my pajamas 

30. Who’s the last person you talked to?: a patient

31. Favorite cut of beef?: tenderloin i guess? im not really sure 

32. Last song you listened to?: centimilimental - i want to die 

33. Last book you read?: The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde

34. Favorite day of the week?: Saturday, when you’re in the sweet spot of weekend, not thinking about it ending soon like Sunday

35. Can you say the alphabet backwards?: lol no 

36. How do you like your coffee?: with brown sugar and a little milk

37. Favorite pair of shoes?: i have this comfortable heels for work that i wear everywhere bc it makes me taller lol 

38. The time you normally go to sleep?: it depends entirely on my work schedule the next day lol 

39. The time you normally get up?: it depends entirely on my work schedule on the day lol 

40. What do you prefer, sunrise or sunsets?: sunsets. something magical i cant explain 

41. How many blankets on your bed?: I live in a tropical climate bruh. one is enough. 

42. Describe your kitchen plates: it’s made out of corell and it has orange-grey flowery design 

43. Do you have a favorite alcoholic beverage?: i’ve been sober for almost 2 years now but i really liked vodka 

44. Do you play cards?: if you mean uno, yes. 

45. What color is your car?: milky white

46. Can you change a tire?: nope

47. Your favorite province?: do people have a favorite province??? lol 

48. Favorite job you’ve ever had?: it wasn’t an official job but i used to bake and sell muffins at college to fund for my travel so that’s that

49. How did you get your biggest scar?: i was two?? i think when i played with my cousin’s trophy and hit myself with it. got a huge laceration wound on my eyebrow. you can still see it if you stare hard enough lol 

50. What did you do today that made someone else happy?: im pretty sure helping someone stay alive can make them happy. that’s my job scope lol 

tagging babes @berrynthewood @tinxies @kaidasen & @mygeekcorner ! do it when you have the time k no pressure <3 

[justanalto]

it’s q&a time!

tagged by the lovely @besidemethewholedamntime! 

1. What is the color of your hairbrush? light blue or red, depending on whether my hair is wet or dry

2. Name a food you never eat. there isn’t much I don’t eat, but if I had to choose, a very specific melon candy that just tastes nasty.

3. Are you typically too cold or too warm? too cold! I got too used to university heating and now I’m cold all the time

4. What were you doing 45 minutes ago? willing myself to start my friend’s profile so I can build up my portfolio before deciding to get on Tumblr. or i was scrolling through Tumblr. i’m not sure. 

5. What is your favorite candy bar? i’m pretty partial to a good kit kat bar, especially because they come in so many flavors! 

6. Have you ever been to a professional sports event? how do we define professional? because I’ve been to a baseball game, but i don’t know if we’d call college sports games ‘professional’. 

7. What is the last thing you said out loud? one of the lyrics i was harmonizing along to absentmindedly. couldn’t tell you which song it was, though...

8. What is your favorite ice cream? mint chocolate chip! 

9. What was the last thing you had to drink? tea! leftover from this morning and kind of cold unfortunately

10. Do you like your wallet? yes! i bought it at camden market when i was in London last year. it’s made completely of cork and i call it my adult wallet because i spent my college career wandering around with my wallet on a lanyard/attached to my phone case. 

11. What was the last thing you ate? ....a salad

12. Did you buy any new clothes last weekend? lol no

13. The last sporting event you watched? the super bowl, I think? after that they sort of cancelled sports

14. What is your favorite flavor of popcorn? either cheesy or caramel. no in between. 

15. Who is last person you sent a text message to? one of my friends, because we were discussing her diet coke intake

16. Ever go camping? i have! not for a long time, though. 

17. Do you take vitamins? i’m trying to on a regular basis, LOL. when i do i literally have to take a whole mouthful of ‘em. 

18. Do you go to church every Sunday? nope! 

19. Do you have a tan? i haven’t had a proper tan since July 2018 because i spent last summer in the north of england/interning in an office environment. and now of course we’re all stuck at home

20. Do you prefer Chinese food or pizza? Chinese food, because i can guarantee it won’t make me sick! 

21. Do you drink soda with a straw? it depends. is it out of a can or a cup? or a mug? where am I? if it’s a can, no, I’ll just chug it straight out. if it’s in a cup, probably. in a mug, i’m probably at home, so no again.

22. What color socks do you usually wear? white ones....

23. Do you ever drive above the speed limit? i live by the motto that you can speed to exactly 5 miles per hour above the speed limit.

24. What terrifies you? heights, this goddamn pandemic and turning out to be worthless

25. Look to your left, what do you see? my door with my honors college hat hanging on the doorknob

26. What chore do you hate? washing the goddamn bathtub. i HATE cleaning tile grout.

27. What do you think of when you hear an Australian accent? the Australian students I met while I was on exchange. either that or finding nemo

28. What’s your favorite soda? ginger ale. is that a soda? if not then Pepsi. I do miss vimto tho

29. Do you go into a fast food place or just hit the drive-thru? usually i go in, but I can be convinced to use the drive-thru.

30. Who’s the last person you talked to? my dad. I asked him if he wanted me to make him a salad for lunch.

31. Favorite cut of beef? ribeye, probably. 

32. Last song you listened to? ‘Grow As We Go’ by Ben Platt

33. Last book you read? I’ve been stuck on the same book for weeks -- “Into the Interior’ by Michelle Cliff.

34. Favorite day of the week? it’s quarantine, what are days anymore. jk i’d probably have to say either Mondays or Wednesdays, mainly because I know what day it is due to the fact that there’s new try guys content. 

35. Can you say the alphabet backwards? ...no. but maybe i’ll learn to?

36. How do you like your coffee? past coffee and straight into espresso, and at that point, i take it only with the following dunkin’ syrups: thin mint, heath bar or red velvet. and then with a ton of almond milk. iced. 

37. Favorite pair of shoes? either a pair of gray ankle boots I got two years ago or my black flower-patterned sneakers! 

38. The time you normally go to sleep? 2-2:30ish? I’m trying. 

39. The time you normally get up? 9, but whenever on the weekends. 

40. What do you prefer, sunrise or sunsets? sunsets for the sole reason that I’ve been awake to see the sunrise only a handful of times, one of them voluntary. 

41. How many blankets on your bed? three, although I have accidentally kicked one to the floor.

42. Describe your kitchen plates. they’re round and white with a floral pattern around the edges. it’s nice and pastel, and I’m pretty sure we’ve had these plates since before I was born. there are some newer ones, but they’re kind of the same. 

43. Do you have a favorite alcoholic beverage? anyone who knows me will know that i am an ABSOLUTE lightweight. i drink like a fresher, which is to say i drink mikes, Smirnoff ices, twisted teas, angry orchard and rekorderligs (rip rekorderligs, i haven’t had them since i got back from Europe and they’re fantastic). i also like pink moscato LOL. 

44. Do you play cards? not in the way of poker or blackjack? I play the kids’ games, like 21 and Big 2. 

45. What color is your car? silver

46. Can you change a tire? ooh, no...although I should probably try to learn...

47. Your favorite province? Tuscany province, because Florence is literally the only place I’ve been to that’s located within a province. other than Quebec, but I really liked Florence. 

48. Favorite job you’ve ever had? i’ve had maybe 3 in my life and while being a temp was enriching, i worked at a dunks for a spell and kind of found a family there! so that was nice. 

49. How did you get your biggest scar? went down a hill on a scooter, wiped out and almost got hit by a truck. it’s on my ankle. 

50. What did you do today that made someone else happy? ha....nothing? although I hope my family appreciates that i did the dishes. 

i tag: @swifteforeverandalways @crazyrichfilipinos @peacequack @coffee-esque and anyone else that wants to do it! 

[queerlynx]

tagged by @elinaline​ lets fucking go 

1. What is the colour of your hairbrush?

my what (have you seen my hair, seriously) 

2. name of a food you never eat?

garlic and i WILL die on that hill 

3. are you typically too warm or too cold?

always too fucking warm. im literally never cold. people ask me 10x/day ‘arent you cold’ even tho ive told them 1000x that no, i am never cold 

4. what were you doing 45 minutes ago?

i think i was still at the shops or maybe getting ready to go to the shops? 

5. what’s your favourite candy bar?

always a slut for a snickers 

6. have you ever been to a professional sports event?

i dont think so? what would i do there anyways ……oh wait no i went along to a professional tennis game w my ex’s brother i think? i can barely remember it was like 6 years ago 

7. what is the last thing you said out loud?

genuinely can’t remember even tho it was probs less than 15mn ago to my flatmate. most likely something about the cat being cute. or maybe it was TO the cat. who knows. 

8. what is your favourite ice cream?

chocolate probably? or banana? banana and chocolate is also good 

9. what is the last thing you had to drink?

lemonade cause thats all i drink 

10. do you like your wallet?

it’s BB-8!!! so yeah of fucking course 

11. what was the last thing you ate?

a bagel w blue cheese laughing cow, ham, and one of them shitty toastie super processed cheese slices 

12. did you buy any new clothes last week?

me and whose money lmaoo i can barely afford food rn 

13. last sporting event you watched?

nope 

14. what’s your favourite flavour of popcorn?

recently ive discovered you can drizzle maple syrup on popcorn and oh boy. other than that probs salted caramel sauce. but like i almost never have popcorn 

15. who was the last person you sent a message to?

im gonna assume this is any message and not just tumblr, in which case it was my fiancé @yearningcurve on whatsapp 

16. ever go camping?

i love camping but last time i went was at least 6 years ago ): 

17. do you take vitamins?

lol no 

18. do you go to church every Sunday?

………moving swiftly on 

19. do you have a tan?

i avoid sunlight like the plague so i’ll let you figure that one out 

20. do you prefer Chinese food or pizza?

probs pizza but i like both 

21. do you drink soda with a straw?                      

i chug it straight from the bottle lol who’s got the time 

22. what colour socks do you wear?

im almost constantly barefoot unless i HAVE to put on shoes and even then i won’t always put socks on if i’m not gonna be outside for long 

23. do you ever drive above the speed limit?

im always p much 5mph above the speed limit (fun fact, the display in cars shows your speed as roughly 2mph higher than it actually is, you can check it against a gps on your phone; AND speed cameras allow for +5mph anyway, so why the fuck wouldnt i be) 

24. what terrifies you?

like in general?? people leaving me, rejecting me, abandoning me, cutting me out, hating me in secret; not being a good person or liked or useful; people thinking i’m annoying or embarrassing or ridiculous or boring; the list goes on 

25. look to your left what do you see?

a very roumd and somft kitty :3 

26. what chore do you hate?

anything administrative or on the phone. i dont think it counts as chores but i genuinely enjoy tidying and cleaning so. 

27. what do you think of when you hear an Australian accent?

i cant tell an australian accent when i hear one 

28. what’s your favourite soda?

lemonade, or fanta 

29. do you go into fast food places or drive thru?

ever since ive gotten a car p much always drive thru cause why would i sit in a crowded fast food restaurant w screeching kids and angry karens when i could enjoy my disgusting feast in my own home??? 

30. who was the last person you talked to?

IRL that’d be my flatmate 

t31. favourite cut of beef?

sirloin 

32. last song you listened to?

Echoes by the Rapture, it played on my shuffle in my car and reminded me of how good Misfits was lmao 

33. last book you read?

it would’ve been over seven or eight years ago. can’t remember. 

34. can you say the alphabet backwards?

z y x w v u t s r q p o n m l k j i h g f e d c b a 

apparently so but it took a while tbh 

35. how do you like your coffee?

i mostly drink flat whites w hazelnut when i drink coffee but tbh despite being a barista w a professional grade home coffee machine i barely ever drink any outside of work lmao 

36. favourite pair of shoes?

grinders boots AND my trans pride converses. can’t pick between them soz 

37. the time you normally go to bed?

really is no normal. anytime between midnight and like up to 5am esp rn during lockdown. i never went to sleep last night actually i’ve been awake for like 28h now 

38. the time you normally wake up?

see above. anytime between 10am and like 6pm depending on when i went to bed. outside of lockdown i would wake up exactly an hour before i have work, so anytime between 5am-11am 

39. what do you prefer sunrise or sunsets?

sunsets but i really love both 

40. how many blankets are on your bed?

one bedsheet and one soft blanket 

41. describe your kitchen plates?

they’re green. nobody is surprised 

42. do you have a favourite alcoholic beverage?

cider. i be drinkin that shit like its juice 

43. do you play cards?

not really altho on lockdown i’ve taught my flatmates a french card/money game called Nain Jaune and they enjoy it so that makes me happy 

44. what colour is your car?

dark red like……burgundy kinda? 

45. can you change a tire?

probably not lol 

46. your favourite province?

province of what lol. either way it’s Brittany. 

47. favourite job you’ve had?

ive only ever had the one lmao so, barista it is 

48. how did you get your biggest scar?

top surgery (’: 

49. what did you do today that made someone happy?

fuck if i know. i guess i made coffee for my flatmates but like i do it everyday so they p much expect it by now i dont think it makes them any happier or like if it does they dont really say it rip 

not a big fan of tagging ppl so just. do it if you wanna lol 

[iamtaekooked]

Vanilla Rules || Ch 14

Genre: Enemies to Lovers! AU, badboy! au, college! au

Word count: 8.0k

Synopsis:

The hate saga between you and baddie of the town Park Jimin rests on two very simple rules: 1.) Hate each other for the rest of your lives and 2.)under no circumstances fall in love with each other. But what happens when the possibility of love threatens this dynamic?

A/N: Enjoy! Personally one of my favourite chapters in this series. I am sure you guys will like this one because it has been long overdue. 

Ch 1 || Ch 2 || Ch 3 || Ch 4 || Ch 5 || Ch 6 || Ch 7|| Ch 8 || Ch 9 || Ch 10|| Ch 11 || Ch 12 || Ch 13 || Ch 14

After the soccer team had won the game, Elijah from the team had decided to throw a pool party at his house to celebrate. You were walking with Taehyung by your side towards the driveway of a gated mansion which happened to be Elijah’s home. You never had any idea he was rich and you had to physically stop yourself from exclaiming aloud. Taehyung was talking about something you hadn’t paid attention to properly but you knew the subject involved Jimin since he said his name, after which you stopped listening. You had no desire to be anywhere near thoughts about him mentally or just physically.

Taehyung stopped walking beside you and once you realized that you did too. You turned back to face him.

“Did you listen to me?” he crossed his arms over his chest.

You didn’t but you couldn’t say that without sounding rude. “Yeah” you lied since you didn’t want him to repeat it again without bringing up Jimin.

“And are you okay with it? I mean if you aren’t I would understand. We can go back and we can tell Hoseok one of us is sick or something”

Okay with what?

“Y-yeah. Yeah I am fine with it. Let’s go” you said distractedly and hoped whatever you had agreed to wouldn’t come to bite you back because Taehyung did look very worried. With a sign you began walking again, taking in the grandeur of the place. Before you knew it you were stepping into the overly crowded mansion. It looked he had invited half the college and why not, he had the place to accommodate. You could only recognize a few people and the rest were absolute strangers. Most had abandoned their clothes and were in their bikini’s or swimming trunks.

“Oh god he has two pools” Taehyung walked straight in the direction of the backyard like a dazed child with his mouth agape in admiration and eyes wide with wonder, as if he had never seen anything like it before. There were people in both the pools, and one of them had been set up for pool volleyball. Taehyung shrugged of his shirt and jumped straight into the pool, garnering everyone’s attention and cheers. As always he was the social butterfly.

“You made it!” you heard Hoseok’s voice and immediately turned only to run straight into his chest for an embrace.

“I made it!” you pulled away with a giggle.

Oh,and I got this tequila” you handed it to him and he led you to the kitchen where he placed the bottle among many others. The surface was laden with food and other drinks, mostly beer.

“Hey, do you want something to drink?” Hoseok questioned, looking at the myriad of choices in front of you.

“This punch looks good” you pointed to the giant bowl with the blue liquid.

“Good choice. It’s my secret concoction” he said jokingly, while pouring you a cup.

“Well at least if soccer doesn’t work out, you could always bartend” you snickered making him chuckle as well.

He handed you the drink and you smelled it first before taking a sip. “I smell strawberries. How cliche”

“I am a cliche guy. Try it though” he prodded and you put the cup to your lips and took a small sip.

“Oh gosh. This is like roofied lemonade” you exclaimed in surprise because the mixture of strawberry soda, lemonade vodka made for a classic combination. But you detected another sweet note which lingered pleasurably in your mouth “Wait is there peach schnapps in here?”

“No it’s gatorade. That is the secret” he winked and shockingly enough it induced a blush on your cheeks. That did not even happen when he kissed you-- which suddenly made you feel very awkward and reminded you that neither of you talked about it. With the way his behaviour was so normal you wondered if you should touch the topic. Maybe he forgot all about it. Maybe it was a heat of the moment thing.

“Seriously? Gatorade? That is kind of disgusting and the worst combination with alcohol” immediately after the revelation your nose scrunched in distaste. But it did explain the blue color.

“You liked it. Don’t lie. Besides there are better things to focus  your attention on, such as the pool, which also happens to be blue in color. Unless that disgusts you too” he purses his lips to hide the teasing smile

“Oh shut up” you playfully slapped him on the arm which you realized a second later might have been a bit too flirtatious.

“So are we going out there?” he motioned his head to the backyard.

“I thought I would enjoy this disgustingly awesome punch. But i guess not” you chugged it in one breath before excusing yourself to change into your bikini.

You hadn’t seen Jimin yet which was a good sign, in fact it made your night that much better. Being around him was like being dunked in a tank without oxygen. You wished things hadn’t gotten that bad and you could be your usual self around each other-- just hating one another. But it wasn’t like that anymore. You could not drown yourself in that hate because so much had changed.

You shrugged your clothes off before heading outside to the backyard, where Hoseok was standing in front of the pool, stretching his arms to the sky. No matter what anyone said, the man definitely had an ogle worthy body. You shook yourself out of your trance before approaching him.

“Hey” you said timidly, rocking back and forth on your feet because it felt awkward.

Hoseok turned around and immediately his jaw dropped the second he laid eyes on you. He gave you a once over before he whispered “wow”

Your instinct was to cover yourself up but you stood there under his intense stare, waiting for it to somehow get less awkward.

“You look… h-h-hot” he almost coughed

“What?!” you exclaimed because that was not what you were expecting.

“Sorry. I meant you look good” his cheeks flushed red and without a word he turned around and jumped in the pool. The water splashed and soaked you completely.

“What the hell?” you screamed while giggling and wiped your face clean of water.

“Your turn!” he yelled back

You hesitated for a bit before jumping in the pool with him. The water was colder than you expected. You splashed around in the pool, making a game of who could splash the other more. It was nice hanging out with Hoseok because the time you spent with him was the longest you had gone without Jimin on your mind. He still hadn’t appeared at the party which was a huge relief.

You were unaware of how much time had elapsed with you in the pool, but the end you had caught a cold which had you sneezing without an end near in sight. Maybe you should have listened to your body before when you felt chilly. Maybe then the night would not have been ruined.

“I am going to go inside for a bit” you told Hoseok who had wrapped a towel around your figure with an understanding nod. You stepped in through the french doors of the balcony which immediately brought a sense of relief as the warmth hit your skin, raising goosebumps on your flesh. You pushed through sweaty bodies and made your way upstairs where you had left your clothes to change back into them. Not that the shorts would be of much help.

You made a beeline for the bathroom only to find it locked. So you rushed downstairs to the third bathroom in the gigantic house-- only to bump into Jimin.

Fuck. Shit. Why is he here?

You stumbled back in shock-- whether from the collision or from seeing him, you did not know. You looked at him wide eyed, like you weren’t expecting to bump into him in such a manner. And you weren’t, but facing him in reality was vastly different than the image in your head. Your stomach tightened in knots and a nauseating feeling built up to your throat, almost suffocating you. You felt the need to retch since the acidic liquid was pooling under your tongue. You stood staring at him like an idiot while he looked at you with his normal unreadable expression. Was he happy? Was he pissed? Was he irritated? What was he thinking?

So many burning questions, and the answers to them would forever evade you, which in itself was a big frustration, apart from the fact that it was weird that you were concerned about his thoughts and feelings in the first place. You shouldn’t have been but you were as you watched the man in front of you stare without uttering a single word or even blinking. He must have been thinking something. Maybe he was just as surprised to bump into you, but he knew you were going to be here. Maybe he was also thinking about everything that happened between you in the past few days, and he was stumped for words.

“Jimin?” you heard an almost feline like voice. It prompted the direction of your attention to a pretty brunette female next to him, who was waving her hand in front of his face to get his attention. She had the most gorgeous hazel coloured eyes you could envision on any human being. You knew that you did not need to look at the rest of her to know that it would set you into a spiral of self-deprecating comparisons because you didn’t think you could compare. But why would you need to?  

Your first thought: why is she with him?

You had to mentally chide this side of you to remind yourself that it was none of your concern who he was with. He could be with anybody he wanted to. Perhaps for a time you had thought that he had left his old habits behind. That he was a new man, with a better hold on himself. But maybe not. Maybe he could never change and maybe you should stop wishing for it to be so. Or maybe he never even really liked you as he had said. If that were the case he wouldn’t come to a party with another girl. Surely, he brought her here as his date.

Now that thought should have been a relief for you, but it wasn’t. If anything, it left it its wake a pang of disappointment followed by a weird feeling of sadness that constricted your chest. Like the one time your eighth grade crush had brought your friend Jessica to the annual Snowfall Dance, and you had wanted to cry because it did not feel good. It felt something like that this time too and you wanted to cry but for very different reasons-- mostly because you hated that you even cared and it scared the hell out of you.

“Jimin?” came her coy voice again and it oozed so much sexuality because even her just saying his name sounded so damn sensual. No wonder he brought her. In fact she was exactly his type of girl-- looks and talks.

“Huh?” he finally looked away from you and at her, a wide look realization in his eyes that she was there too. “Sorry. I just-- Were you saying something?” he paused and glanced at you. “Babe” he added at the end while looking at her.

You heart sunk hearing that word although you had heard him say that to a hundred different girls, sometimes in the hallways, sometimes yelling it out as his favourite flavour of the week walked by. This time though it didn’t ring by empty ears because you actually paid attention. You scowled at both of them before schooling your expression into one of indifference. He couldn’t know your raging thoughts and feelings. No one could know and if it was up to you, you wouldn’t let yourself feel them either.  

Maybe he never meant what he said and that is a relief

You weren’t fully convinced it was a good thing though because you just didn’t 100% feel that way, given your mind had been stuck in a limbo regarding that moment. It wasn’t a certain feeling like many others you have experienced before. It was missing the element of truth to it. It was like lying to yourself.

“Are you okay?” she questioned, like they had both forgotten someone was standing in front of them.

“Yeah I am fine” he gave her a small smile before directing his attention to you. Just like moments ago, you two wordlessly looked at each other, neither able to extend forward a greeting.

“Do you guys.. know each other?”

“Yeah” you both said in unison without breaking the eye contact which was frankly driving you nuts. But you couldn’t look away. Because if you did then he would look at her and deep, deep, deep, very deep down you did not want that. It was a good thing too. Because very, very, very deep down was something you could handle since it could never come to the surface. Feelings like that rarely ever grew and blossomed. That want would never transition into some deeper feeling like jealousy because you would kill yourself before it happened. It was an exaggeration but you would do something drastic before you let yourself go that much.

Never. Ever.

“Hi. I am Bethany” she extended her hand while you just stared at her blankly. A name like that was too puritan for a girl with her tastes. Bethany could be envisaged as some devout Christian who said her prayers, did her good dues and went to Church on Sundays. You weren’t even sure she could spell the word ‘church’ much less enter such a holy place.

“Y/n” you replied without meeting her hand midway which she retracted slowly as if she thought you might change your mind.

“How do you two know each other?” she question with what sounded like genuine curiosity, but for some reason it sounded a bit fake-- atleast to you.

“Uhh-- we go to the same college” Jimin interjected quickly. For some fucked up reason yet again, you felt a pang of disappointment. Like you were expecting something more from him-- maybe he would say you were his friend, or at the very least an acquaintance. Going to the same college together was such a generic reply which didn’t even answer her question. He went to college with thousand other people, did he know them too?

“It was nice seeing you” your mouth managed to utter the horribly embarrassing words which in this situation painted you as the one who had no self-respect. He certainly didn’t seem overjoyed by your presence, so it wasn’t a warranted response. If he acted indifferent, and cold you should have to-- that’s how it has always been, a good balance of give and take.  You were supposed to be mad at him for yelling at you and for a million other things-- maybe like kissing you. So, no it shouldn’t have been nice to see him.

But it was

Seriously y/n what in the fucking hell is wrong with you? You had to yell at yourself mentally again because your thoughts were getting out of hand.

Red faced, you stepped past them and headed somewhere, where you could die with shame.

///

There was something about the way Jimin sat with Bethany at the edge of the pool. You had never seen him engaged in such a serious conversation before. The way he was nodding at her with a small shy smile at the corner of his lips almost gave him the air of being interested in whatever she had to say or worse-- in her.

You had no clue what made you think it was worse he would be interested in her, but the fact remained you couldn’t stop focusing on it. It was like a downward spiral, a vicious circle because the more you thought about it the more you cared, and the less you tried to think about- try being the key word- the more your mind focused on it. You saw no end in sight for this.

So, all you could do was sit there and pretend to be a part of the conversation among your group of friends, all the while trying to remind yourself that it did not matter. Hell, if you wanted to you could get so drunk and make out with some random dude. But you didn’t feel like getting drunk and neither did you want to make out with anyone, even though some of the guys at the party were definitely worthy of it. Maybe that was the problem.

“I am gonna go get a drink” you lifted your feet from the pool and stood up. The music was actually blaring at this point and passing by the speakers wreaked havoc on your skull.

But somehow you made it inside without inducing a headache. There was nothing else that interested you from all the choice of alcohol except for the beer. You reached for it but at the same time someone else did too. The hand was considerably cold as it touched yours but it brought some relief because you realized just how warm your whole body was. You cautiously looked up to find--

“Jimin” you whispered and immediately retracted your hand. “It’s cool. You can have it”

“Your hand is extremely warm” he commented and let his hand fall by his side too.

“I realized that” you took one last glance before looking down at your feet, because suddenly it felt more fascinating to do that

“Are you sick or something?” he feigned indifference but even he knew that little bit of concern slipped through his voice, making his feelings loud and clear.

“I am fine” you said curtly, still not meeting his eyes. Somehow hearing that bit of care in his voice didn’t sit well with you. He shouldn’t care, yet he sounded like he did.

“You don’t look fine” he placed the back of his hand on your forehead. You shuddered due to the coldness of it or maybe simply because he was touching you. It could be either of those things but you were willing to bet it was the latter. And you didn’t like it.

“I am okay” you flinched away from his hand which he let drop by his side with a defeated sigh.

“You might have a fever”

“I’ll be fine”

“Stop being so stubbo-”

“Why the fuck do you care?” the anger in your tone rose with each word because his words made it sound like he cared, but his actions did the complete opposite. You couldn’t understand why it affected you so much, why it felt like there was a heavy weight on your heart, when you didn’t even respond to his kiss or his words that day. Why was it that a week later it suddenly started to form into something else?

You should be indifferent, and normal about him bringing a date, but you’re not. You should treat him the same way you treat people you don’t know-- aware of their existence and that is it. You shouldn’t notice him, what he says or does. You shouldn’t even be thinking about it but you are and you can’t understand why. It induced so much frustration that it made  you want to cry. The outburst was more the result of confusion and fear than actual dislike for the boy.

You had seen it so many times before and turned a blind eye. It never mattered who he fucked, or who he loved. But now your mind found a fixation with every action, every gesture, every word of his. Unconsciously, you felt the need to analyze every look he gave you, every word he said, or every word he didn’t say. You felt the need to dissect every single thing like someone with OCD, and overthink things to the point that they felt meaningless.

“Right” he nodded gravely and reached down for the can of beer. “I don’t care” he shrugged apathetically, the expression on his face suddenly one of rigid detachment like someone flipped a switch in him. “I’ll take this beer. Otherwise you might just make a fool out of yourself getting drunk” the bite in his words was so much like the old Jimin, one who never forfeited any opportunity to rile you up.

You guffawed and looked at him wide eyed. “You know what? Fuck off” with a scowl you went back outside to join your group of friends

The steaming expression of anger on your face must have tipped Taehyung off because in an instant he was asking what was wrong as you sat down by the poolside dipping your feet in the cool water.

“Nothing” you muttered through clenched teeth while having your having arms folded across your chest in an intimidating manner. You watched with seething anger as Jimin handed the drink to his stupid date and she took it with that frustratingly gorgeous smile on her face.

What an asshole

“Oh I get it” Taehyung spoke

“What” you asked without taking your eyes off Jimin.

“You’re jealous” he replied casually without that tone of unexpectedness in his voice almost like he was expecting it.

“Excuse me?” you turned to look at him with a frown, like he had just said something disgusting. “Why the fuck would I be jealous?”

“Well your face tells a different story so forgive me. But to be fair I did tell you about it” he pointed to Jimin and his date. You were never going to utter her name, it just made you too, angry. You looked at him blankly because you had no idea what he was talking about.

He looked at you with raised eyebrows-- the classic ‘oh really” expression. “Seriously? What the hell do you think I was talking about on our way here. I asked you if it was okay and if not we could go back home”

Now it made more sense, the concern on his face, the weird questions he was asking. But it did prompt you to question why he was worried about you with regards to Jimin bringing a date. Did he think you felt something for him? If that was the case it was a big misconception because the only thing you felt for Jimin was contempt. Kind of.

“Hold up. Do you think I like him or something?”

“Uhh……” he seemed to ponder his answer as he looked up to the side as if he was seriously contemplating what he wanted to say. His eyes flickered like someone who was mentally changing their answer. “No?”

“Why did you say that like a question? Like you’re not sure it’s a definite no” the tone of defensive had Taehyung frowning with suspicion, like he had an inkling something was going on.

“Why are you getting so upset. Chill. I don’t think you like him. Happy?” he shook his head at you like he thought you lost a screw or two.

“Because” you huffed. “He stole my beer. Okay? He stole my beer and I am pissed off about it. I mean I never thought he could steal my beer. I don’t even like him. So how dare he take my beer against my will. To--to think that he could actually take my beer-- it fucks with me” you sighed after the little rant. But Taehyung just looked more confused than ever and rightly so because when you realized what you had said made no sense.

“What?” taehyung gave you that look-- the one people give to those they think are crazy. “Are you sure you’re talking about beer? Because that’s kind of an overreaction for a can of beer”

You didn’t even listen to the second part and stopped when he questioned if you were talking about the beer. You glanced at Jimin again, and to see him act like he didn’t care at all it didn’t exactly feel too good. The way he was so careless about it all, so free like he didn’t have anything on his mind regarding you, like you didn’t exist lent a heavy, constricted feeling to your throat. Like you could not breathe. It wasn’t fair since you were all up in your feelings while he looked like he was having a good time.

“Yeah. Definitely the beer” you nodded gravely, as you realized you weren’t talking about the beer at all.

That was the one moment in your life you felt utterly scared.

///

The party had been moved inside due to the sudden storm which came as a relief because at least you didn’t have to suffer outside in the cold due to the mere social obligation and peer pressure. The only problem was the lights were out as well, but it wasn’t a problem given Elijah had been completely prepared for the possibility as the whole house was lit with candles. It was almost too romantic a setting which made a tightening knot in your stomach. Even though the lights were very dim, the surroundings were still visible. Well everyone else could see because you were bumping into furniture and people as you navigated your way upstairs to go to the washroom.

The was a kind solace in this partial darkness. No one could really see your face, or the red that had plastered itself onto your cheeks, or the angered look on your face which had been there since you saw Jimin. Or even the panic hidden behind that anger. No one could ask you what was wrong and you wouldn’t have to lie about it. It was the perfect disguise to hide your thoughts and feelings behind the curtain of darkness that had befallen. The storm was all that anyone was talking about, except some people who still managed to make out with each other, like the gay couple in the corner of the balcony upstairs.

You pushed past people and turned the handle of the bathroom when--

“Shh” you heard someone whisper and felt their hand cover your mouth. You protested against his hand but everything sounded like random noise. You couldn’t even see his face since the upstairs was plunged into darkness. So, you had no idea who had the audacity to do this. You had half a mind to kick him in the nuts, but didn’t want to aim wrong and hit something else around you.

“Come on” you heard the voice again and felt a tug on your arm before you realized you were being pulled into a room.

You tried to say something again. “Hey. You-”

“Shh.” replied the voice in a whisper like someone was right outside the door. Like this was something so forbidden it might land you in trouble.

His hand softly snaked behind your waist, holding you close. You felt goosebumps rise onto your skin, the trail of his touch leaving behind a burning feeling. Your heart rate had risen and you were sure that he could feel the beating of your heart through your shirt.

“Who the- ” you whispered back in urgency, trying to wriggle out from his grip.

“Shut up” you were cut off by the gruff voice

And there it was. You knew this voice very well but before you could say anything his lips were on yours. Again.

Jimin

Deja Vu

You felt the tingles in your skin again, you felt the burning of your flesh as he kissed you. His lips were soft as they melted into yours. Unlike last time you gave in because you liked this feeling of forbiddenness-- one that you had created for yourself. You shouldn’t have been feeling this thrilled because you weren’t defying anyone else but yourself. There was a certain power in knowing that you could do this. That you could give into it if you liked, that you still had this choice. More than power, it was a feeling of relief because now it was an option, if you chose it. It’s like when you are on a diet and you restrict yourself from eating something. But then when you do, you like it so much that you find it hard to stop yourself. Of course, there is that familiar feeling of guilt that comes after but maybe after this little indulgence you won’t feel guilty, you won’t deprive yourself.

So you kissed him back. You pressed your lips tightly against his drinking in the feeling of being so close to him. You never imagined what it would feel like to touch him, to have him touch you and kiss you like he’s never been kissed before, like he’s never touched anyone so profoundly before. But then it hit you like a ton of bricks, the realization of what you were doing.

You pulled away and put a lot of space between you. Your butt hit what might have been the dresser in the room as you steadied yourself against it in the dark. Your chest heaved, a slight ache coming on as to what might develop into a panic attack. Your whole being felt like it had been set on fire-- every molecule, every atom, every cell felt like it was burning. Your body had grown significantly hot, enough for you to start feeling sweaty.

The lights turned on blinding your vision, causing you to shield your eyes. You lowered your hand and opened your eyes cautiously, giving yourself time to adjust to the light.

“Y/n?” Jimin’s voice was a whisper of shock, of complete disbelief, of maybe even regret.

You stared at each other, red faced, breathless, aching, longing, and yearning. What might have been three seconds seemed like a hundred years in passing. You never understood why even second of eye contact felt like hours. Maybe it was something about staring into someone’s eyes directly, like you are actually looking at them, noticing them. The ticking of the clock on the room only added to the tension, as if telling you that time was passing by like sand through fingers. That each passed second will never come back and you will never experience this moment, this floating, dizzy, and dazed feeling again.

That this exact moment in which you were both trapped, a moment that has the potential to change into something else, will never exist in the exact same way ever again.

Then simultaneously you moved towards each other to end up pressing your lips in another kiss. This one spoke of your hidden emotions, the forbidden feelings that could never see the day of light. It was a way to cleanse yourself of these thoughts and feelings because perhaps giving into them once would ensure their disappearance. Because maybe these aren’t even feelings at all. Maybe it’s the simple fact that restriction creates taboo’s and anything taboo is the human mind’s attraction.

Your hands were all over the place, sometimes threading through his hair, and sometimes clutching onto his waist, or resting on his shoulders as you tried to pull him closer, if that was even possible. Maybe you needed this to get him out of your system and to go back to being your normal self because then you would have done it already and the appeal in the notion of a forbidden kiss or intimacy would diminish.

No words were exchanged as you kissed and kissed against walls, windows, doors, the dresser, anything and everything. Jimin even managed to close the door with his foot while you made out against it and then he flipped you so that you were pinned between him and the wall. Time seemed to have become an invisible entity because you had no awareness of it. You could have been drinking each other’s kisses for ten minutes or an hour. You had no idea. You couldn’t get enough of it. He was an addiction and the withdrawal might be severe.

A soft moan escaped your mouth while your hand snaked behind the nape of his neck as he held you steady against the wall with your thigh hooked tightly around his waist. His kisses turned fervent, urgent. He slowly moved away from your mouth and to your neck where he teased you with kisses, fleshing your skin between his teeth which was sure enough to leave a hickey. It stung with a pleasurable pain that you were sure you could endure more of.

Your common sense had been kicked to the curb and you couldn’t even find a second of rationality within yourself. Jimin’s hand slowly dragged across your abdomen, stopping just under the swell of your breast, his thumb lightly grazing the skin and you could feel his other hand reaching back to unclip your bra when the door burst open.

The loud noise propelled you to separate as you stared at a dishevelled looking girl just staring at you. “Shit. Sorry”

“Close the fucking door” he yelled at her and she blinked out of her daze and hurriedly shut the door.

You turned around to look at each other and after a passing second in which both your senses had returned and you separated, much like people who do so when they realize they did something they shouldn’t have. As close as you were before, you were on the opposite ends of the room now. The blank look of disbelief was apparent on your faces as you just stood there, trying to process what occured. It was definitely a heat of the moment thing.

You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand and adjusted your sweatshirt so that it fell back to your waist instead of being ridden up and exposing your abdomen.

Jimin was staring at the floor with one hand scratching the nape of his neck. You could see that his cheeks were coloured pink and his ears were completely red. It almost made you want to chuckle with fondness because he looked cute. But that thought seemed trivial when a full blown realization hit you: you just made out with Jimin.

That wasn’t even the worst part.

The worst of it was you liked it and a teeny tiny part of you did not want to stop.

“I’m just going to….” you pointed to the door while resting your eyes on the floor.

He cleared his throat. “Y-yeah”

You quickly smoothed your hair before hurrying towards the door. Your hand enclosed around it when you Jimin called out to you.

“You’re not going to tell anyone right?” he sounded very cautious, and hesitant. Maybe he was even regretting this because why else would he care if you told anyone? Or if you discussed this with anyone else?

“Please” you replied still facing the door and grip tightening on the handle. “I would rather die” you tried to make your tone as cold mean as you could but it just wasn’t the same as before. The air of awkward energy trumped any attempt at being snarky. There was way too much sexual tension and you felt it in every part of yourself. Who knew Jimin could make you a hot and bothered mess?

“Me too” came his voice and your heart sank, not because of what he said but how sure and certain he sounded that he would prefer any other outcome rather than kissing you. It made no sense because week ago he had taken the initiative to the same and even this time he didn’t seem all that hesitant about it. “This never happened”

“I wish it didn’t” you mumbled as you turned around to face him. It broke you to even think that because you didn’t regret it all. But he definitely seemed like he did.

“What?”

“Nothing. This never happened. Sorry to ruin your night” you said dispirited with a tiny voice. You turned around but stopped when you heard Jimin.

“Hey” his voice was soft and inviting. “You didn’t ruin the night”

This was frustrating. One second he implies that he would like it kept under wraps for whatever godforsaken reason and then he says it didn’t ruin the night for him. Could he just stick to one version of his tale? Either he wanted it or he didn’t. Either he would do this again or he wouldn’t. There was no in between.

You whipped around to face him and as you saw his face you couldn’t help but notice the flicker of hope in his expression that maybe you would tell him he was wrong. A part of you did want to tell him you didn’t actually feel bad about it, but you just couldn’t get the words out. It wasn’t easy to say something like that especially to him given the history between you.

“Mistakes happen all the time. So it’s fine” you gave a tense, tight lipped smile. It was definitely not a mistake because you know that it was a conscious decision for both of you. Both of you took the initiative for the kiss. You couldn’t understand the feeling of disappointment that he didn’t want anyone to know. Not that you would have told anyone about it anyway because how could you? How could you possibly explain making out with the one person you have always claimed to hate fiercely and how could you ever let go of the feeling of betraying yourself for not hating it at all?

But still hearing him actually say it was disheartening.

Jimin looked slightly taken aback as he blinked. “Yeah.Yeah. Totally. This was a mistake” he agreed nonetheless. At best it was a half-hearted attempt at trying to cover up disappointment.

It all felt like a big pretence and you couldn’t shake the feeling that it was.  That behind these empty meaningless words were completely different emotions. No regret, no guilt, no mistakes. Both of you were trying to cover up something. For you it was the fact that you didn’t hate kissing him and you didn’t feel panicked, or scared, or disgusted by it like you hoped. You had no concrete reason as to why you thought he was being dishonest. But just the way he talked, his quiet tone and weak voice was not one that evidenced any protestation or regret he might have carried about the situation. If that were the case he would have sounded very sure and certain of it, but he didn’t. If anything, he sounded a bit disappointed as well.

“C-cool” your heart sank once more and your stomach tightening with nervous knots. “I don’t kiss and tell. So don’t worry about it. See ya outside” you pursed your lips with a heavy heart and walked out.

///

Jimin really wanted to punch something. His hand curled and uncurled with the urge, his palm itched in the most irritating manner. Yet he couldn’t do anything because he was at this stupid party and he had done something he promised himself never to do again. He hated how lost of control he felt around you. He hated how his emotions, his feelings, thoughts, hormones, mind, everything defied logic and reasoning in your presence.

He promised himself he would ignore you and try to have a good time. He promised himself he would never kiss you again. He was supposed to tell you he thought you were someone else and that all this was a mistake. That he didn’t want to kiss you, and he never meant to-- atleast tonight he did not want to.  Yet there he was stuck in that stupid moment as you stared at him doe eyed, breathy and looking effortlessly beautiful with a slight blush painting your cheeks. And he caved in. That is all it took.

He felt like a fool because clearly you didn’t want it. You thought it was a giant mistake and if even if you hadn’t said it he still would have figured it out given how you carried a look of regret on your face. He wasn’t an idiot. He was used to attention from girls, he knew what interest looked like and he also knew what disappointment looked like because many a times he had the same look on his face when he woke up to a random stranger in the morning. To him you looked despondent and not happy at all.

He couldn’t tell what he was supposed to feel because on the one hand he knew you went in for the kiss too, but on the other hand you didn’t seem to think much of it except that it shouldn’t have happened. So was he supposed to feel relieved that you didn’t reciprocate his feelings since it might just give him the push to move on, or was he supposed to feel despair and hurt  about the matter?

He ran a hand through his hair, paired with a long sigh as he flopped on the bed with slumped shoulders. He was defeated. He had no idea what to think or do. He came to the party thinking he could ignore you since he found himself a date, for lack of a better word. Bethany wasn’t half bad. She was someone he could have an actual conversation with other than sex. In fact he was having fun talking to her about sports and music. Although he didn’t know the names of most of the artists she talked about, he liked that she had her own interests.

In fact when he pulled you into the room thinking it was her, he was ready to forget about you by giving into his old ways. He was going to have a good time so that for once he could think about someone else. He even went so far as to envision himself with her, whether as a distraction or because of genuine interest in her as a person he wasn’t sure. Because he did like her. The only problem was : he didn’t like her as much as you. Not nearly enough.

He had never felt so confused in his life before. He hated it because he didn’t feel like himself. He never cared about what you thought of him. He knew you hated him and to an extent he was okay with it. But now it bothered him.

“Fuck. Shit” he swore under his breath as he shook his head at himself.

He couldn’t hide in the room forever. He would have to go out at some point so he tried to shake everything off, all the tension, and pretend that everything was fine.

Stepping out of the confines of the room he felt like it was a whole new world. The storm raged outside, as it did within him too. He walked down the steps and into the living room area where most people were gathered. He found Bethany who was sitting with Yoongi, Tae, Jeongguk, Hoseok, and you. He had half a mind to turn around but he decided he wouldn’t torture himself like this.

“Where the hell were you man?” Taehyung questioned immediately

“I was taking a smoke” he gave a lopsided half-hearted smile as he sat down while glancing at you. But you weren’t looking at him. Instead your eyes were cast down on your lap while you fidgeted with your hands. He gulped hard before looking away.

“You’re gonna kill yourself” Jeongguk scoffed a bit bitterly and Jimin knew it was because he hated this habit of his. But smoking helped him relax despite him knowing what it would do to his lungs.

“I’d rather” Jimin gave a bittersweet chuckle and glanced your way to find you looking at him already with that doe eyed expression of concern. His heart skipped a beat-- literally. He watched as you looked away from him and focused your attention on your lap once again but this time fixing your gaze onto your phone.

“Woah. What’s wrong with you?” Taehyung asked concerned as he looked over at Yoongi, the two men exchanging a look. Jimin caught it but let go of it. He already had too much to think about.

“Nothing. I mean we’re all going to die one day anyway” he shrugged.

“Come. Have a seat” Bethany patted the empty spot next to herself and without a second of hesitation Jimin sat down next to her.  Her hand wrapped around Jimin’s arm and she leaned her head on his shoulder. For some reason it gave way to him glancing at you only to be disappointed by your lack of interest. A small part of him hoped you would react somehow, that you might feel hurt or disappointed, maybe even jealous. But you hadn’t even raised your head.

///

Your insides were turning at the sight of some other girl wrapped around Jimin’s arm. You hated how comfortable they looked and on instinct whether to get his attention or a reaction you laid your head on Hoseok’s shoulder who was sitting next to you. Instantly you were met with Jimin’s eyes on you, shifting focus between you and Hoseok. A small smirk lifted at the corner of your lips seeing as it did the trick, but the smirk fell as soon as his arm wrapped around Bethany’s shoulder, all the while his eyes bore into yours, almost mockingly-- the implication of which you understood very well.. You diverted your eyes to your lap, feeling foolish for even trying because it was a game Jimin knew how to play very well.

“Are you okay?” Hoseok questioned curiously, causing you to abandon your focus on Jimin.

“Yeah. I am just tired” you replied without raising your head. You felt him nod his head and that was the end of it. Other than Jimin no one had really paid attention to you, and your sudden intimacy with Hoseok. He didn’t seem to mind either, if anything you felt his body relaxing with your touch.

“Okay since everyone is here we’re gonna play a game of dares, just to spice things up a little” Namjoon winked. “No truth because it’s boring”

A couple of people chuckled and agreed.

“Form a circle” Namjoon prompted and everyone pushed their chairs and couches back and sat on the floor so a giant circle formed.

“There are some racy dare’s in here so if you wanna back out you should do that right now” Taehyung chimed in as he put a bowl of chits in the middle. He looked around the circle but no one backed out so he nodded. “Right then. Here are the rules. If the mouth of the bottle points towards you, you have to pick a slip from this bowl and do the dare that is written on it. Simple right?”

Everyone nodded.

“Right I am going to spin the bottle” Taehyung spoke and spun the green beer bottle in the middle.

You watched in anticipation with a racing heart as it spun round and round. It slowed down a little and with a tiny squeak against the hardwood floor, the mouth of the bottle pointed at Yoongi.

“Yay!!!” Namjoon beamed as he got up and picked the bowl from the center and held it towards Yoongi.

Rubbing his hands together the older boy picked a slip and handed it to Namjoon.

“Give a lap dance to the person on your left” Namjoon announced and was met with whistles and cheers from the group because sitting on his left was none other than Min Yeong, the President of the student magazine club.

“Sorry” Yoongi chuckled at her as he stood up and Taehyung quickly put a chair in the middle and sat Min Yeong down on it. She was completely red faced and his her face behind her hands while laughing.

Slow music began somewhere in the room and Yoongi stepped towards Min Yeong with the most predatory expression ever. He slyly licked his lips all the while keeping his gaze on her. She was so red you thought she would faint. You had never seen Yoongi this way. He was so serious all the time and the fact that he even agreed to do this without protestation was hard to process.

He turned around so his back was facing her and he dipped his back to give her the perfect view of his ass. A few wolf whistles went around the group. For the first time in the past few weeks you found yourself giggling without any stress or preoccupation in mind. A couple of people had taken their phone’s out to record the moment.

You caught Jimin’s eye briefly but looked away quickly since you recalled your make out session. Unconsciously your hand landed on the spot where he had softly bitten your flesh. You felt a small bruise and looking down you could see the red mark clearly. You looked around to see if anyone was paying attention to you but most people were busy with watching Yoongi’s performance.

There was only one person out of the others who was watching you, intently.

Jimin.

You made haste of pulling the sweatshirt up to hide the mark, and as you glanced at him you could see a small smirk at the corner of his lips. The room felt hot all of a sudden and you had to fan yourself with your hand.

The group broke out into an applause as Yoongi’s performance ended. You blinked out of your thoughts to focus on the present moment and joined in with everyone else, although you didn’t see much.

“Thank you for that great performance Yoongi. I am sure Min Yeong is going to have a story to tell later on” Namjoon winked and spun the bottle.

You watched again with nervousness and hoped it wouldn’t land on you. If you had to kiss h one more person you would run away from there. But thankfully the bottle spun past you and landed on none other than Jimin. He glanced at the bottle and then at you before he was being pulled into the center of the circle by Taehyung.

He ruffled his hand through the bowl and picked a slip. Handing it to Taehyung, he waited. You saw Taehyung’s eyes widen as he read the dare. It made you curious and you wanted to know what Jimin would have to do. It was not eagerness rather anxiety because you knew it couldn’t be anything good.

“Kiss the person to your left” Taehyung read and your heart sank because to his left was Bethany.

She giggled coyly and without a second of hesitation stood up and joined Jimin in the middle of the circle. He looked at you briefly as you did him. Once again there was some cheering from the group as everyone urged them on.

“Kiss. Kiss. Kiss. Kiss” they kept chanting with fervour.

She stepped towards him and your heart lurched. Your breath caught in your throat as you watched the scene with horrifying anxiety. Your mouth dried and the sight in front of you blurred momentarily before it cleared up again.

Her hands wrapped behind his neck and her face inched closer to his painfully slow. She was savoring the moment. Jimin didn’t back out either which made you want to sock him. Their lips were inches apart when a great sense of urgency took hold of you.

“Wait!” you stood up abruptly, heart pounding mercilessly in your chest as they stopped and all eyes focused on you. You could only hear your heartbeat in your ears and feel a cold sweat running down your neck and hands. “I uh… I---” you tried to think of something to say but drew a blank.

Your eyes focused on Jimin and he stared right back at you. “I-- I have something to say” you gulped although your mouth was as dry as sandpaper. “I just wanted to say….that….I…” you paused trying to buy time to find an excuse of some sort and then light bulb lit up “ I think we should congratulate our soccer team for winning. I don’t think we did that yet” you finished with a sigh of relief. Everyone was silent as they looked at you which made your anxiety and embarrassment worse. You ducked your head to shield yourself from their stares because it was awkward enough as it was.

“I agree” you looked up upon hearing Jimin’s voice. “We haven’t given a proper toast to them” Jimin looked at you.

Yoongi watched you curiously and stood up. “I agree too”

“Me three” Taehyung said next and then Jeongguk agreed as well.

“You all have your drinks with you right?” Namjoon looked around and everyone nodded. “So let’s raise a toast to our wonderful soccer team for winning this game for us and maintaining the pride of our college. To the soccer team”

“To the soccer team” everyone raised their drinks with a cheer.

///

You had decided to stay back and help with cleaning up as the party ended. The whole place was littered with cups and beer cans. WIth the trash bag in one hand and glove on the other you picked up the cups and put them in the bag. Most of the guys were in the backyard helping clean the pool area.

“That was smart of you” you heard a voice behind you and gasped in surprise. Turning around you saw Jimin sitting on the kitchen counter.

“You scared me” you held a hand on your heart

“Sorry. Didn’t mean to” he replied

“What are you doing here?” you questioned, realizing you couldn’t look at him for longer than a second without giving way to nervousness. So you turned back around and began collecting the trash again.

“It’s cold outside and they don’t need help” he said curtly before falling silent. You felt thankful for his short replies because it meant you didn’t have to answer since it cut the conversation off. “I am curious about something” he said.

You stopped with picking up the trash to face him. “Whatever it is, I am sure I am the wrong person to ask”

“You’re the only person to ask” he stepped off the counter and made his way towards you.

“W-what?” you asked as he approached.

“Why did you suddenly think of the toast” he stopped in front of you, hands folded behind his back and curious lingering look in his eyes.

“S-s-suddenly? I don’t know what you mean” you averted your gaze down.

“It wasn’t like that was the only time to bring it up. Just as Bethany and I were about to kiss” his voice a bit on the raspy end as he dropped his voice an octave lower. Was he trying to be intimidating?

You scoffed, trying to cover up your embarrassment “What the hell are you trying to say?“

“That you didn’t want me to kiss Beth” he said as a matter of factly

Beth? So she’s Beth now?

You guffawed, rather awkwardly. “ You think I said that because I-- I didn’t want you to kiss her? Why would I do that?”

“I don’t know. That’s what I want to know. Why did you do that”

“You are in way over your head Jimin. It didn’t mean anything” you turned back around and began cleaning again.

“I guess I’ll go kiss her now then” he paused. “Beth wait!” you heard him behind you and whipped around to face him. Unfortunately, for you he was standing there with no sign of Bethany anywhere. A wave of embarrassment washed over you and your cheeks began to heat up as you realized he was teasing you. You shouldn’t have turned around. This was bad.

He smirked satisfactorily as he regarded you with amusement. “You’ve been caught miss y/n” he took a step forward and dipped his head to your level. “As for your punishment”, he leaned in and pressed a kiss at the corner of your lips, lingering for a few seconds before pulling away. He promptly turned around and strode outside in the backyard in all his glory, leaving you a red-faced mess.

“I hate you Park Jimin,” you said in a breathless manner,  dropping the trash bag and placing the back of your hands against your hot cheeks. “I really hate you”

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[narirose]

Out of Sight, Out of Mind - Chapter 11

Watching the three Alteans try pizza for the first time was a sight to see. They were confused by the different toppings and types, especially with the added opinions off all of the Earthlings. Due to the large group of 12 people, they ordered 6 different pizzas with different combinations of toppings. By the time the group had revealed all of their weird combinations, the Alteans and Galran were skeptical. They tried Shiro and Keith’s first because of better judgment and kept the weirdest for last. That meant Pidge would be able to eat in peace for a while.

Allura ultimately liked just cheese, Krolia liked Shiro and Keith’s, Romelle liked Hunk’s Pineapple and Ham, and of course, Coran enjoyed Pidge and Matt’s. Their pizza was basically just a combination of all of the topping they could possibly get onto a pizza. Usually, the small pizza place only allowed about three toppings per pizza, but the Holt family got an exception because they were friends of the owners.

Pidge was aching to watch some Earth movies so the group decided they should just hang out all night, but they needed a few things first. They sent Lance, Hunk, Pidge, Keith, and Matt to the corner store a couple blocks down. Ultimately, they sent Keith into the store alone, and video called him so that they would be able to see. Pidge and Matt couldn’t go in because the store was owned by family friends, and Lance and Hunk couldn’t go in because they’d visited the store a few times when they visited Pidge back while they were still in high school. That left Keith. The red paladin walked aimlessly around the store for a couple minutes, allowing the group to make decisions about what they wanted to get. They had about 50 bucks, but Keith doubted they would use all of it. Most of the items in the store were only a dollar or two.

“Stop!” Lance shouted. Keith jumped back at the sudden noise. “Pick up those. The Bugles, they’re essential!” “Bugles? Out of all the Earth foods to miss, you miss Bugles?” “Uh, Yeah! They’re a classic. Plus I need to show y’all something.” “Okay…” Laughing, Keith grabs a package and keeps walking.

Every once in a while he stops and picks up a new item that the group suggested. Most of them were sweets but every few minutes he’ll be asked to pick up something weird like mini pepperoni and nacho cheese sauce. Hunk wanted smores materials and Matt wanted almost every sour candy in there. He also picked up a couple things that Shiro and Mr. and Mrs. Holt wanted. After almost an hour of walking around the small convenience store, he walked up to the register. He was carrying two full shopping baskets full of junk food and he probably looked crazy. Keith ended up using all 50 bucks and even having to call Lance in to lend him another eight bucks. He then proceeded to awkwardly carry eight bags of junk food and liters of soda out the door.

By the time they got back, the group of adults had already chosen three movies to vote from. They ended up watching Star Wars, ironically. Since they hadn’t been on Earth for quite some time, they decided to watch The Force Awakens and The Last Jedi. Keith, Pidge, Lance, and Hunk sat smushed together on the couch. Throughout the first movie, Keith quietly whispered questions between Lance and Pidge, about the series and who all the characters were. They were patient until he asked what 'the force' is. Pidge jumped up and pointed an accusatory finger at him. Shiro paused the movie and turned around to see the scene unfold.

“I can’t believe it,” they held the back of their hand to their forehead, sighing dramatically, “Keith of all people, my fellow nerd, hasn’t seen a single Star Wars movie, plus he doesn’t even know what the force is!” “I guess as a kid I never had anyone to watch it with, so I never really got into it.” Keith defended. “Oh my gosh, my poor Keith!” Lance whispered, putting a hand on Keith’s shoulder. “We must teach you!”

For the next thirty minutes, Hunk, Lance, Matt, and Pidge took it upon themselves to teach their fellow paladin all about Star Wars, its ships, and its theories. By the end, they prided themselves on getting Keith hooked into the story and characters, and they even got Shiro interested in the very, very in-depth theories. They unpaused the movie and continued watching.

Halfway into The Last Jedi, Lance hopped up and ran to the kitchen. He came back hauling all the bags of food they had gotten, and proceeded to pass them out. He passed Shiro his candied pineapple and YooHoo and Matt his Pringles and huge jar of pickles. Then he passes the liters of soda and bags of pre-popped popcorn over to Colleen and Sam and then continued to pass out the rest to his friends sitting on the couch. He handed Keith a bottle of soy milk and a gigantic bag of hot fries, Hunk his Funyuns and dark chocolate, and Pidge their sour patch kids and peanut butter cookies. Then he plopped himself in between Keith and Hunk and pulled out his Bugles and packages of Oreos. The five had also picked up a couple basic things like gummy worms, Hershey’s chocolate, Doritos, etc so that the non-earthlings could try all of the “amazing cuisine” that they had here on Earth. They watched the movie and passed their snacks around so that the Alteans and Galran would get the full experience.

After the movie ended, Pidge jumped up and popped Mamma Mia into the DVD player. Mr. and Mrs. Holt had already retired to their room, and Allura, Romelle, Krolia, and Coran had gone to sleep in the guest room. Meanwhile, Matt had grabbed a couple of sleeping bags for them to sleep on. Most of them were either asleep or about to be, but when the yellow and blue paladins heard ‘I have a Dream’ playing, they jumped up and immediately started to sing along. Although the opening song only lasted about a minute, the three had sung and laughed enough to wake Keith and Matt. The two newly awake people, looked blearily around the room to see the group of teens dancing around the room.

“Uh, what’s going on?” Keith asked, still half asleep. “Um, We’re only watching one of the best movies ever made!” Lance answered, jumping on the couch next to where Keith was sitting. “K’mon Keith! Dance with us!”

Lance pulls Keith to his feet and drags him to the center of the living room where the other two were dancing. Instead of dancing like the rest of them, Keith awkwardly stands there until he decides he would rather go raid the kitchen for a late night snack.

“Keith! Grab me more pickles!” Matt shouts to the red paladin. “I’m not doing that! I still remember when we were younger and Adam, Shiro and I had to take you to the hospital for drinking too much pickle juice.” “What!?”Pidge gasps and pauses their jumping to turn around. “I never knew that! I mean, I knew Matt had a problem, but not that big of a problem!” “Yeah,” The suddenly hear Shiro say from his positing sleeping on the ground, “That was not a fun trip to the hospital. I was the one that had to explain to the nurse what was wrong with you.” “Haha, sorry Shiro!” Matt said before flopping back down onto his sleeping bag.

Keith came back with a glass of regular milk and some Oreos, and sat next to Matt, watching the three teens dance around. He dipped his Oreos in the milk, and when he ran out of cookies to eat, he chugged the glass.

“Keith, you’re gonna regret that” Shiro sang from his own sleeping bag. “Whatever, I’ll deal with the problem in the morning” “What’s the problem,” Lance wheezed, sitting next to Shiro. He had just finished belting out a song with Hunk and Pidge and overheard the conversation. “Keith, here,” Shiro motioned to the red paladin, “Is lactose intolerant, but refuses to admit it.” “Because I’m not!” Keith huffs. Sure, milk maybe made his stomach hurt, but that didn’t mean he was lactose intolerant. That would mean he had a weakness… And Keith did NOT have weaknesses. And ever since we found out he’s part Galran, I’ve been trying to convince him that’s the reason.” Shiro said. “Awwweee, Is Keith upset that he can’t have milk because he’s part space kitty!?” Lance said, ruffling Keith’s hair. “Am not!” Keith growled, swatting Lance’s hand away, “Now can we please stop talking about my disagreement with milk!” “Sure, sure,” Lance waved his hand, changing the subject. “So did y’all wanna see why I wanted the Bugles.” “Sure.” Everyone said in unison, Hunk being the only one who was actually excited.

Lance pulled out the bag of Bugles and grabbed a blanket that was draped across the back of the couch. He adorned the blanket over his head and arranged the Bugles over his fingertips. “It is I, Haggar, the space-witch! I took the beautiful man's arm and then made a clone of him! I've tortured 6 teens for years and given then all anxiety and PTSD. I also have an Amazing husband and son who have killed trillions of people! Now give me all the quintessence!” He said in his best imitation of Haggar. The others burst into laughter, as a proud Lance watched his friends. It had been so long since any of them had joked around about their situation, that by the time they were done laughing, all of their faces were beet red. “You’re right Lance,” Keith said slowly, trying to regulate his breathing, “the Bugles were essential.” Now it was Lance’s turn to become beet red. He laughed and said, “I told you, so!”

--- --- ---

One musical later, the group of friends gathered on Pidge’s living room floor. They laid on old sleeping bags, talking in the dark. Pidge brought out their old star projector, and they set it up so it was facing the ceiling. They talked about what they were excited about, and what they would do after the war was over. They didn’t want to get too deep, so they only talked about the places they would go or the people they would see.

“What if we get to meet like... Oprah and Ellen... or like The Obamas!” Pidge suddenly said, throwing their hands up into the air. “Oh, I guess I never thought about that,” Shiro said, in deep thought. “Yeah, we’re gonna be so famous!” Lance whispered. He didn’t know how he would feel about all of the attention, but maybe he could finally be able to buy his mother the nice beach house she always wanted, or buy his brothers and sisters new stuff so that they wouldn’t steal his. “Haha, but we still have to finish this war, so stay alive!” Matt joked, grimly. “Wow, way to kill the mood, Matt,” the green paladin said, as they aimlessly punched at their brother’s arm. “Ok, well now that I’m thinking about the possibility of death, I’m ecstatic, so I’m gonna go to sleep now so that I can start dreaming about it!” the red paladin said in a monotone voice, turning on his side. “Yeah, same.” Shiro laughed, pulling the covers over himself. “Yeah, I think Hunk’s been asleep for a few minutes so I will, too.” Lance followed. “Please don’t wake me until at least 10,” Pidge grumbled as they flopped onto their stomach.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

[ravenclawbaz]

New Year’s

Summary: Simon and Baz are both at Watford for new year’s and Simon just can’t allow Baz to go another year without having a new year’s kiss 

Word Count: 2655

Warnings: alcohol use (aka can u tell i’ve never been drunk in my life)

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Baz

For the first time, I'm not with my family for the new year. I was with them for Christmas morning, but after my father and I got in an argument, I thought it best to just pack my bags and return to Watford earlier than usual.

Being home for the holidays would usually be fine, if not for the fact that Snow is here too.

When I was in the rush of packing my bags and getting away from my father as quickly as possible, it had completely slipped my mind that Agatha didn't invite Snow to her house for Christmas this year. So now I'm stuck with him until Penny gets back and he’ll have an excuse to leave the room. (He leaves to talk to Ebb sometimes, but even she's too sad for him to be around for too long.)

It's new year's eve and I've been in the Catacombs for a few hours, avoiding Snow of course. I plan to stay down here until I am certain that he is asleep. But being December, the snow storm brewing outside may force me to go back to our room early. It’s not my fault I’m already so cold to begin with.

I drain the last rat I caught and start winding my way through the maze of corridors in the Catacombs. When I reach the doors of the White Chapel, I put the hood up on my coat and brace for the storm. The temperature isn't as bad as the thousands of little snowflakes pelting me in the face at an alarming speed.

I speed walk all the way back to Mummers House, brushing the snow out of my hair and coat once I'm inside the doors.

As I walk up to mine and Snow's room, I desperately hope that he is asleep. It's hard enough having to be around him during school, but seeing him over break is somehow even worse.

Being around him for the holidays manages to make my feelings even stronger. Maybe it's just because it's the only time when he isn't worked up over the Mage's requests, or the Humdrum. It could also be the fact that I'm head over heels for him and every minute that I am with him only drives me to fall deeper in love with him.

I prepare myself to open the door, staying as quiet as humanly (or inhumanly) possible in case he is asleep. But unfortunately, nothing ever seems to go my way. The lamp between our beds is on and he's sitting on his own, his face buried in what looks like one of his notebooks. I can see his shit handwriting from the doorway.

He looks up and watches as I take off my coat and hang it in my wardrobe.

"I didn't know you could read." I say, sitting on my bed. Because, of course, I can never pass up a chance to insult him. And no matter how much I do love him, my mouth doesn't like to pay attention to what my heart wants.

"That wasn't even a good one. You're getting lousy at insulting me, Baz." He rolls his eyes and pretends to not be upset, but the way the room gets a little warmer tells me that it bothers him.

I go into the bathroom, slamming the door behind me because I know he hates it, and change into my pyjamas. He's still in the same position when I lay down on my own bed, but he puts his notebook down when he does.

"Why did you come back?" He asks, folding his arms across his chest.

"Why is it any of your business?" I retort.

"Because you're my evil roommate. And when you do things that you've never done before, it makes me wonder what you're plotting." He's really reaching with his accusations. I'm not the only one who's getting lousy.

"If I was plotting anything, what makes you think I would tell you?" I don't wait for him to answer before I continue, "And if you're so eager to know, my father and I had a disagreement and I decided to come back from break early."

He thinks for a minute before getting up from his bed and grabbing something from our mini fridge. (We’re the only ones with a mini fridge, perks of having the Mage’s Heir I guess.) He sits back down, facing me this time, and says, "Well, since you're here now, it looks like we'll be celebrating the new year together!"

"Snow, is that alcohol?" I scoff. "Also, what makes you think I would willingly celebrate any holiday with you?" That's a lie, I would gladly celebrate any holiday with Snow. Hell, I'd even make up a holiday just so I could celebrate it with him.

"It's not like you could leave anyway. While you were gone, the Mage installed a new thing where past 10 o'clock, all the doors automatically lock." He grins at me, "Like some kind of weird curfew. You can still leave our room, but no more going down to the Catacombs past 10 for you."

"Are you serious?" Honestly, does the Mage think he can have that sort of control over students?

"Yeah. Fuck him, right?" Snow twists open the cap to the alcohol and takes a sip, wincing as it slides down his throat. (Is that vodka? What the hell Snow.)

"Did you just say 'fuck him' about the Mage?" I think I may need to get my ears checked. "Because correct me if I'm wrong, but I thought you were the Mage's Heir. Don't you get off on obeying his every command?"

He snorts at that, "That's gross, Baz. And sure, I'm technically the 'Mage's Heir', but I'm my own person. I don't have to agree with everything he chooses to do." He moves to take another sip from the bottle but I take it from him before he can.

“As much as I dislike you, I will not allow you to drink vodka straight from the bottle.” I place it on the table between our beds, “That’s gross and you know it.”

“What do you suggest I do then?” He asks.

“Have you ever even heard of mixing vodka with other things so that it is actually bearable?” He looks confused and I just sigh and shake my head, “How could I forgot that you’re the Chosen One. I doubt you’ve had much experience with alcohol.”

He stays sitting on the bed while I grab some soda water from the fridge.

“No.” He says before I’ve done anything, “I will not drink that. I’d rather chug this entire bottle of vodka than put my mouth anywhere near that sad excuse for a drink.”

“I hate to break it to you but that would probably kill you.” I sit back down on my bed and pick up a cup from next to my bed, tilting it to dump out all the water onto the floor.

“Baz what the hell?” Simon asks, gesturing towards the wet patch of carpet.

“Yeah I probably could have just magicked that out of the glass or something, but it’ll dry.” I turn my attention back to the soda water, emptying half of the can into the glass and filling both the can and the glass the rest of the way with vodka.

“Here.” I hand Simon the can and he takes it. He brings it up to his nose and sniffs it, making a face of disgust and shoving it back at me. “Crowley Snow, you’re so dramatic. It doesn’t even smell any different! Just drink it.”

He keeps the look on his face but drinks anyway. “It’s not as bad as I thought it would be, but I still hate you and your fancy soda water.”

I roll my eyes in disbelief and drink my own, not nearly as fast as Simon, but fast enough to be getting more soda water for the both of us shortly after. Simon may be bigger than me (not in height, he’s just very broad) but it becomes clear very quickly that he is somewhat of a lightweight.

When he gets up to get more alcohol, I stop him and convince him to instead drink some water. I may pretend to like him, but I’m not going to let him drink himself half to death. (Not that the amount of alcohol he has had would do that, he just worries me so the sooner he stops the better.)

We continue to talk about things. Not things like the Mage or the Humdrum or the war; things like Simon’s favorite shirt of his and my favorite ice cream flavor. (He likes the shirt he’s wearing now - a white t-shirt with a drawing of a goat on it that he just made. My favorite flavor is mint chocolate chip.)

We don’t talk for that long, and when we stop, he’s still not completely sober. He’s getting there though. He just sits across from me, tapping his fingers on his knee with no rhythm whatsoever. His gaze drifts to the clock and his eyes light up, "It's 11:53!" He exclaims, "Almost the new year!"

“Good observation, Snow.” I say.

"So, speaking of new year’s, have you ever had a new year’s kiss." I may not be completely sober either, but I still don’t like the way this is heading. Especially because I’m not sober, actually. They say drunk words are sober thoughts, but Snow cannot hear any of my thoughts.

"No." I answer anyway.

"Seriously?" His eyes fly open and he honestly looks offended. "No one has ever kissed you on New Year's? That's sad."

"It's not sad, Snow. There's nothing wrong with not having kissed anyone yet at my age." I still feel slightly uncomfortable with this conversation, and I know I wouldn’t be having it - or any conversation for that matter - with Snow if alcohol weren’t involved.

"Wait a second." He leans forward and looks like he's ready to have a serious conversation, "You've never kissed anyone? How is that possible?"

"It's not that hard to believe. It's simple, really." I shrug.

"How is it simple?" He asks.

"You see, I don't like anyone, nobody likes me, and none of us kiss." I say like it’s not a big deal, but it obviously is to Snow. (Why does he care so much?)

"That is not simple. It might make sense if you were anyone else in the entire world, but Baz Pitch? Never having kissed anyone?" He throws his hands up in the air and sighs, "How can you look like that and have no one wanting to kiss you?"

"I never said that no one wanted to kiss me, just that in my house, my Baz house, there are no reciprocated feelings so I save my kisses. Save them for a person who wants them." I ignore the last thing he said, hoping that if I do, maybe it'll go away. It doesn't.

"I just don't think it's fair. It's almost new year's and if you don't get a new year's kiss now, you'll have to wait an entire year to have another chance at it. The least we can do in this situation is just kiss so that you can say you've kissed someone at new year's." He says.

You'd think with the way he's acting about this like he's serving the community, helping the greater good in some way. And I should probably be protesting his proposition for the sake of my feelings, but my brain thinks that is the best idea. Probably a combination of the alcohol and the fact that kissing Simon Snow is going to be involved.

"That may be the best idea you've ever had." His eyes light up at that and he gets up to sit next to me on my bed. "What time is it?" I ask.

"The clock is right there," He points to the clock that is approximately half a foot in front of my face, "But it's 11:58."

We just sit there, staring at the clock, neither of us making a sound. It's one of those digital clocks that has the seconds in the corner, perfect for this occasion. When it gets to 11:59:45, he turns to face me and I do the same. Now that my back is to the clock, I let him count down.

"10... 9... 8..." He scoots a little closer. "7... 6... 5... 4..." He reaches his hand up to my cheek, the other resting on my knee. "3... 2..." We both start to lean in.

"1." He whispers against my lips.

Kissing Simon Snow may possibly be the best thing I've ever done. Although I also feel like I might explode. He’s even warmer than I thought he would be, which seems impossible considering how much he heats up rooms when he enters them. There’s a chance I am currently on fire.

He's stealing all my air, kissing me like nothing else matters. I tell myself that it must be the alcohol, even though I know the effects of it are mostly worn off by now. My hands are gripping at the front of his shirt and his are running through my hair, resting on the back of my neck and pulling me closer to him.

He’s leading with his chin. Tilting it in all the right ways that make me melt farther into him, pushing me closer down to the bed until I’m laying down and he’s hovering over me. It almost feels like fighting, not because we are fighting, but because everything feels like that with him.

I'm not sure how much time has passed, but when he pulls away, panting and trying to catch his breath, all I want is to lean back in for more. I don't. Because I have to remind myself that this means nothing. Like he said, he only kissed me because he felt bad that I haven’t kissed anyone before.

His shirt is still clutched tightly in my hands and his are wrapped loosely around my neck. He pulls me up so we’re sitting again and rests his forehead against mine and smiles.

“For that being your first kiss, you’re not too bad at it.” I can’t help but smile at this, leaning back in to press my lips against his in a less desperate kiss.

He pulls back and looks at me again, bringing a hand from the back of my neck to run a thumb over my lips.

“Your lips are so pink.” He pulls my bottom lip down with his finger, watching it as he lets go.

“That would be because you bit them, Snow. Thank you very much.” I say, letting my hands fall from his shirt and onto his thighs.

“Yeah I know that.” He rolls his eyes and continues, “I just mean that they’re never any shade of pink, always grey.”

“Looks like you bit them back to life. Congrats.” I wrap my arms around his waist and lay back down on the bed, pulling him with me. He rolls over so he’s laying on his side next to me, facing me and placing his hand on my cheek.

I reach over to turn off the light and he runs his thumb over my cheekbone. I can still see him in the darkness of the room with the help of the moonlight streaming through the open window and my eyesight.

“Goodnight, Baz.” He mumbles, already sounding asleep. He drapes his leg over mine and I reach down to pull up the covers. I wrap my arm around his waist and pull him closer to me, tucking my face in the crook of my neck.

“Goodnight, Simon.” I say even though I think he’s sleeping.

I can’t wait until my next new year’s kiss.

[jackmansjoy]

Tag Game

I was tagged by @freakygirlsworld thanks love❤️

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1. drink - hazelnut coffee 2. phone call - i think it was my grandma? 3. text message - lmao so it was to one of my middle school teachers and it said “wait what the hell? seriously?” angsty, I know lol 4. song you listened to - Found Tonight by Ben Platt and Lin-Manuel Miranda (seriously so good check it out if you haven’t) 5. time you cried - Monday I think

ever 6. dated someone twice? - Yeaaahhh and it was dumb  7. kissed someone and regretted it - Uh definitely 8. been cheated on - Yeah that sucked too 9. lost someone special - Yeah I for sure have. Several people.  10. been depressed - Yeah that tends to happen when you have clinical depression. Weird concept, I know. 11. gotten drunk and thrown up - You know. I’d like to say no. Normally I can handle my alcohol, however I learned that when you chug like 4 different kinds of alcohol within a short amount of time your body doesn’t like that. Yeah learned my lesson there. At least college taught me something amiright?

fave colours 12. Purple 13. Blue 14. Grey

in the last year have you… 15. made new friends - Yeah for sure 16. fallen out of love - Oh yeah.  17. laughed until you cried - Several times haha 18. found out someone was talking about you - Bruh I swear two faced bitches are everywhere. So this is a  f a t  yes. 19. met someone who changed you -  Most of the people I have met this year have changed me and my outlook on life in some way. 20. found out who your friends are - This one has been unfortunately all too real. It’s sucked but in the end I’m glad I’m learning who’s really here for me and who’s not. 21. kissed someone on your facebook friends list - Lmao nooo

general 22. how many of your facebook friends do you know irl - Basically all of them except maybe like a handful 23. do you have any pets - Yesss. My baby boi Teddy. He’s a 3 year old teddy bear puppy. So just a wonderful little ball of fluff. He’s my child and I love him with all my heart.  24. do you want to change your name - I used to want to. Because like I used to think the name Ciera was such trash because the only nickname/way to shorten it was C and no one wanted to do that so like. I was biter. But now I’m actually pretty okay with the name. So the only way my name is getting changed is if a miracle happens and I somehow get married.  25. what did you do for your last birthday- My family threw a small pizza party for me at a local bar in our town. Which was rigged because since I’m not at the legal age to consume alcohol they got a round of free drinks since it was my birthday and I sat there drinking a soda. They thought it was the funniest thing in the world. But it was cool having my aunts and uncles and cousins together at a time other than a holiday. So that was legit. 26. what time did you wake up today - Lmao ya’ll coming for me here... like 12pm... I have no defense, I just like sleep.  27. what were you doing at midnight last night - Pretending to study math while actually learning the lyrics to Hamilton (my current obsession along with tgs and Dear Evan Hansen).  28. what is something you cant wait for - This school year to be over because ya girl is stressed af. But also waiting for my DVD copy of tgs.  30. what are you listening to right now-  Right Hand Man from Hamilton 31. have you ever talked to a person named tom - I know two people named Tom actually! The first Tom I know is a really good friend of my aunt and uncle and he’s just a happy drunk man. I enjoy him. He’s cool. The other Tom I know was a family friend of a family that I went camping this year. We both had been drinking and this Tom guy and I had a really intense conversation about depression and anxiety around a fire and it was rad. Tom was talking about how it was bullshit that society doesn’t talk about it much and how he just got diagnosed with anxiety and shit.  32. something that’s getting on your nerves - Everything lmao. Nah I’m kidding. Um it gets on my nerves when people make fun of someone for loving something. Like don’t give me shit for finding something that makes me happy you piece of shit. i don’t care if you don’t like it or think it’s dumb, i love it so go away. Sorry that got too angsty lmao 33. most visited website - Either Tumblr or YouTube. 34. hair colour - Dark brown (almost black but not quite there) 35. long or short hair - Short hair. Pixie cuts for days bois 36. do you have a crush on someone - Yeah see I don’t really know. maybe? not really? I don’t know. feelings are confusing guys.  37. what do you like about yourself - My eyes. They’re pretty rad.  38. want any piercings? - I used to want to get my lip pierced but I’m less emo now so like probably not.  39. blood type - Lmao I feel like actual trash for not knowing this?? But yeah no clue sorry lol  40. nicknames - I’m lame and my name is stupid so the only thing I got is C. 41. relationship status - Single af. In the odd shot that any of you lovely people wanna change that my inbox is open lmfao I’m so sad ignore that 42. zodiac - Scorpio ;) 43. pronouns - She/her 44. fave tv shows - House MD, NCIS, Supernatural, Once Upon a Time, yeah I’m sure there are a bunch more but I can’t think right now 45. tattoos - I have one but want more. I have one on my collarbone area that says “Inhale the future exhale the past” with some birds 46. right or left handed - Right  47. ever had surgery - No and I’m thankful because the concept of it scares the hell out of me lol 48. piercings - I’ve had my ears pierced like twice but I let the holes close both times. just not my scene 49. sport - My favorite sport to watch is probably football or hockey but my favorite sport to play is softball.  50. vacation - My favorite vacation I’ve ever been on was a cruise to the Bahamas. My dream vacation would be Australia and New Zealand.   51. trainers - Wot? I’m confused lol

more general 52. eating - I don’t eat consistently. Like I’m terrible. I usually only eat once a day?  53. drinking - I drink a lot. like I’m always thirsty af 54. i’m about to watch - Probably The Greatest Showman tbh 55. waiting for - My friends to come online because I’m bored 56. want - To see a Broadway production 57. get married - Eventually I’m hoping to 58. career - Yeah I really don’t know what I want to do with my life right now but I’m leaning towards teaching for a number of reasons. 

which is better 59. hugs or kisses - Hugs are you kidding me. They’re the best.  60. lips or eyes - Eyes all the way.  61. shorter or taller - Taller 62. older or younger - Lmao is that even a question? Older.  63. nice arms or stomach - Nice arms for sure.  64. hookup or relationship - Relationship. Don’t come at me with a hookup dude I’m too emotional for that shit.  65. troublemaker or hesitant - Depends on the situation but in all honesty more hesitant

have you ever 66. kissed a stranger - Nope  67. drank hard liquor - Lmao.. umm... yeah  68. lost glasses - Yeah and it was terrible because do you know how hard it is to look for something when you’re like blind??  69. turned someone down - Yeah like once or twice.  70. sex on first date - Nah bro.  71. broken someones heart - Yeah unfortunately 72. had your heart broken - Oh yeah for sure.. 73. been arrested - Nope 74. cried when someone died - Uh yeah of course. 75. fallen for a friend - Lmao dude it’s like my specialty. 

do you believe in... 76. yourself - Not really. Not as much as I should.  77. miracles - Maybe. Depends on the situation I guess.  78. love at first sight - Again.. Maybe.  79. santa claus - Lol no. that magic was taken away from me.  80. kiss on a first date- Hey if it feels right who am I to stop it 81. angels - I believe that people who die watch over you but I don’t believe in the things with the wings and harps and stuff.  82. best friend’s name - Talia <3 83. eye colour - Hazel 84. fave movie - I can’t pick one don’t do this.. The Greatest Showman, Logan, The Breakfast Club, The Prestige, and Dead Poet’s Society 85. fave actor - Is this even a question? HUGH JACKMAN. HANDS DOWN. ALL THE WAY. HUGH. MF. JACKMAN. 

Lmao sorry this is so long. Oops. 

I’m tagging: @three-wishes-not-granted @rewritting-the-stars @no-more-living-in-the-shadows @thegreatestjxckman @teasockschocolate

[you-can-find-me-in-the-library]

Blood, Guts, and Gummy Bears: A Fake AH Crew Origin Story

Summary: When Geoff left home at the age of 18, he didn't expect to find a family. But as he quickly learns, life may not always give what you want, but you'll always wind up with exactly what you need.

Word Count: 1589

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Chapter 1: Jack and the Bus Station 

Geoff Ramsey had been on his own since the day he turned 18, leaving home with nothing more than a pair of jeans, two shirts, a hoodie, $17, and a 52 pack of gummy bears.

Really, it’s amazing he didn’t fucking die. 

The reason he left home so young hardly matters now; an explosive fight about his future led to him storming out with whatever his hands could reach, halfway across town before he realized he had no goddamn plan on where he was going to go now that he was self-proclaimed independent.

He often leaves the part of the story out where he has a panic attack outside of a 7/11 because he’s got less than 20 bucks and 52 fucking packs of candy to keep him alive.

Most times, he skips to where he walks and walks and walks; walks until his legs are sore, the moon is out, and his eyes are so tired he can hardly keep them open. He’s left his hometown, for sure, and stumbled into another smaller pocket of rural Alabama. It’s been awhile since he’s seen anything that even remotely resembles a public building, and he’s starting to lose hope, until he finally spots some neon in a window.  Although his vision has blurred from exhaustion, he doesn’t miss the dimly lit sign on a run-down building letting him know he’s found a bus station. Practically stumbling, he makes his way over, praying he can find a cheap ticket anywhere with enough left over for at least one meal. 

Geoff pushes against the door with his shoulder, the rest of his energy draining away as the exertion finally catches up. The sticky summer humidity was forgotten here; a central cooling system hummed quietly from somewhere in the ceiling, shaking off some of the drowsiness as his body temperature lowers. Fluorescent lights flicker above, bouncing their reflections off the white tiling on the floor brightly enough to induce a headache. To the left, there’s a vending machine half full with stale chips and flat sodas. To the right, there’s a couch that looks like it was hauled right from 1965, moth-bitten and all. The counters are straight ahead from where he walked in. There’s three total, but only one is open. Geoff really couldn’t blame them for keeping as few people on the graveyard shift as possible, especially at 12:30 on a Tuesday morning.

But it is here that Geoff learns that sometimes, extraordinary things can happen in the most mundane places.

It’s here that he meets Jack.

She’s arguing with the lone man at the counter about a ticket. Looking back on it now, Geoff should have seen this as the most epic foreshadowing God had ever thrown down into his face, but that’s the thing about shit like that; you can only see it once you’ve finished the whole damn story. And as far as he’s concerned, meeting Jack was chapter one.

She’s wearing a Hawaiian shirt, most likely tied up in the front due to the exposed skin of her lower back. She’s got on khaki shorts and a pair of beat up converse, her red hair tied up out of her face. She keeps tapping the ticket on the counter in front of her, head cocked slightly to the side.

“My ticket says 12:45 am, Tuesday, June 10th. I called the company, and they told me that this was where I was supposed to go to catch the bus. How exactly can there not be a bus leaving at this time when I’m holding a ticket for that bus?”

Geoff is fairly certain this is the first time he’s ever fallen in love with someone with their back to him.

He sits on the couch and fiddles with his jeans, noticing the rips in the knees are a bit larger than he remembers. His earlier gas station panic begins to set in as his stomach growls, reaching into his backpack for a package of gummy bears as he listens to the girl bitch out the counter guy, who finally manages to speak.

“Listen, ma'am, I’m sorry, but as far as I’m aware there are no busses leaving for Dallas until early tomorrow morning.”

“Isn’t there anywhere you can check? Anyone you can call?”

The girl sounds exasperated. Judging by the tone of her voice, she can’t be too much older than Geoff, but what the hell does he know? He’s just run away from home. He’s not really in the place to be judging others.

The guy behind the counter sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose from underneath his glasses. From across the room, Geoff can see grey hairs starting at the dudes temples; he’d been doing this a long time, and he doubted that he’d ever had someone as difficult as this girl in a Hawaiian shirt demanding for her bus that may or may not exist. He seemed to agree to her request, and he turns to a computer so old, he can almost hear the dial-up chugging along.

Geoff had been so focused on the guy behind the counter that when the redhead moved away, he didn’t notice until she was sat right beside him.

“Hey. Got some to spare?”

Geoff blinked at the sudden conversation he was having, yanking him into the present. Oh, shit. He nodded dumbly before fishing around in his bag and yanking out one of the gummy bear packs, face flush. The girl smiled at him and sat back, tearing the flimsy plastic open with her teeth.

Geoff was right to feel smitten. The girl was gorgeous.

“My name’s Jack. It’s short for Jacqueline, but I hate that, so you can just call me Jack.” “I’m Geoff.”

“Nice to meet you, Geoff. What brings you here on this fine June evening?”

“I left home. Trying to find somewhere to go.” Geoff knows his voice is uncertain; he didn’t just trust people with personal information, especially some girl he’s just met in a bus station God only knows where. Despite his guarded voice, Jack seems unfazed, throwing a bear into her mouth with a nod.

“Me too! I bought a ticket yesterday for a bus that’s supposed to leave for Dallas in 15 minutes, but the guy can’t find it on the record. He’s gonna run it for me and make sure I wasn’t yanked out of 60 bucks, but until then I have a little time to kill.”

Geoff nodded his head as he chewed on a raspberry gummy bear.

Now, this is the part of the story where Geoff often gets weird looks. And he doesn’t blame them, not at all. If he were listening in on this story, he’d think it was absolutely bonkers that the person could remember the flavor of gummy bear they were eating in a gas station 25 years ago. He really would!

But it was because of Jack, of the way his entire world changed forever in that fucking gas station that he remembered the flavor.

She turned her body to him, head cocked once again to the right. This would become Signature Jack Pattillo ™ , Geoff would come to learn.

“Hey. If you’ve got no plan, do you wanna hop on the bus to Dallas with me? I know how to sneak you on without a ticket, I’ve done it before. Plus, it’ll be somewhere to go, at least for now.”

Geoff’s gut instinct is to say No thanks pretty girl, I’m all set. Pick up the next loser in Dallas for me! But something holds him back. Maybe it’s the inquisitive eyebrow quirk that Jack is giving him. Maybe it’s the guy behind the counter making a noise that sounds a lot like “holy shit there’s actually a leaving for Dallas”. Maybe it’s the idea of getting to rest in a bus for several hours, kicking his tired feet up and getting some damn rest.

Or maybe it’s the prospect of having an actual plan

Geoff wasn’t about to hike his ass back to his mother, tail between his legs, and apologize after being gone for only a few hours. He wanted to succeed, he wanted to figure his life out without her down his neck about the choices he should or should not be making. He focused on Jack again, on her light smile, and decided that if God was going to give him an option to make this work, this would be it.

Fuck it.

“Sure,” he found himself saying, Jack’s face splitting into a wide smile. He smiles back.

Sometimes, when he thought back to that moment in time, he can almost swear there was a little piece of life falling into place. Jack insists it was that Dallas bus, which did end up coming at 12:45 on the dot, but Geoff isn’t so sure. He’s heard busses, trains, taxis, trucks, and just about any other vehicle that could have made a noise like that.

A soft little click, just in the back of his brain.

At the time, he didn’t really have the chance to ponder on it; Jack was grabbing at his hand and insisting that they needed a gameplan to get two people onto the bus with one ticket, and fast. He pushed aside the noise and nodded his head, watching her hands fly as her brain worked at seventy miles an hour.

He smiles to himself, wondering how long it will be before they have to part ways.

They don’t.

[allronix]

Salty asks: 1-27.

Assuming this is the fandom of your namesake. 

1. OTP that I just don’t get. Probably Sam/Tron. Not to say some folks can’t REALLY fucking rock it (see the “We Are Pilots” verse), but it takes a lot of work. Their only meeting in canon was in a duel to the death with the Program being brainwashed and crazy, and Sam has very little if any reason to even like the guy, even in a post-Legacy setup. 

2, Fandom OTP I only BroTP:  Probably Tron/Ram. Ram had too much chemistry with Flynn, and Tron was single-minded enough about Yori to put his deity on hold. While I can very easily see group marriage as a normal part of Program society, it’s not something I can see in canonical circumstances. 

3. Unfollowed someone over a fandom opinion? Nope. But if they trash my faves, I hope they can back up their dislike with a very good argument. 

4.  A NoTP for my fandom. Not touching Sam/Alan with a 10-meter Rod Primitive. The age gap for one, the paternal role Alan took for two, the fact Lora is not dead in this timeline third, the fourth is the possibility of OT3: Shall We Dance making this ship even more brain-breaking.

5. Has fandom ruined a pairing for me? Not in this fandom, but I’ve avoided the hell out of some shows because I saw the fandom for them was such a big ball of crazy that I wanted to avoid it like kryptonite. 

6. Has fandom made me enjoy a pairing I previously hated? I’m not sure if it’s a good thing, and I’m not sure I’d call it “enjoy,” but there are some Clu/”Rinzler” fics that almost make the whole thing come out as something marginally less squicky and more interesting than “sadist and his sex slave.” 

7. Anything I used to like but dislike now? Y’know, I kinda used to dig Flynn/Alan slash. But after I realized I could make a drinking game out of them (take a shot if they mention Lora, chug the whole thing if they mention Jordan - stay sober the whole night), they lost a lot of appeal. I’ll make an exception for “Shall We Dance” scenarios. Heck, I love Shall We Dance because it’s a very different matter if Lora’s aware and on board with the whole thing. Heck, if someone upgrades it to an Ot4 of “Shall We Dance With Jordan,” then I owe them a six-pack of top-quality beer or cane-sugar soda and my enthusiastic gratitude. 

8. Anon hate? Yes. Received it. But over politics, not fandom. It’s to be expected. The Galaxy Rangers list used to have “don’t talk to Allronix about politics” as one of the bylaws. 

9. Most hated character? Probably Pavel. He’s such a transparent slimeball with little in the way of interesting motivation. Tesler? While he’s a nasty piece of work, there’s wiggle room to argue that he’s doing what he’s doing for the good of the system and doesn’t like doing what he does. Sark? Incredible ham and definitely one note, but David Warner plays the best creeps ever.  (He out-creeped Malcolm McDowell, that’s near-impossible) 

10. Most disliked arc. Probably the Isos. I’m still not sure what they were, or why they were special or what was so great about them, or how they would change everything, aside from the implication they were partly biological. Which is great and all, but the way it was handled has an “organics rule, synthethics drool” vibe that is pretty insulting when everything else in the franchise shows that the Programs are just as capable of love, hate, morality, humor, and free will as the humans who built them. 

11. Unpopular character I like that the fandom doesn’t? I just had to have the bad luck…or the good luck…to latch on very hard to the Tron 2.0 characters. Good luck in that it’s unexplored territory. Bad luck in that I seem to be the only one who writes Mercury, or Crown, or I-No. 

12. Unpopular arc I like the fandom doesn’t? 2.0 again. What got me about it is that the 1982 and Legacy films dealt with malevolent AI who were cruel of other AI and wanted to extend the cruelty. 2.0 inverted it; the uncorrupted Programs were, with very few exceptions, wanting to protect themselves and their home. The corrupted Programs were driven insane by a User who embraced the worst parts of the role. And then you had F-Con who planned to crank that up even more so that they could rule both worlds from the shadows. It really needed to be explored more, as it was a great start. 

13. Unpopular opinion about a character: Sam Flynn kinda spooks me. He has no reason to be merciful or benevolent to Programs. As far as he saw, his dad believed in them, and they stabbed his dad in the back, kept his dad away from him, tried to kill him, tried to kill Quorra, killed all of Quorra’s people, and eventually killed his dad right in front of him. And he’s taking over command of a software company with barely any time to process that trauma.  It’s probably not going to end well for the Programs unless something intervenes.

14. Unpopular opinion about the fandom: They have very little interest in reclaiming the female characters from the margins, and that’s quite frustrating. Quorra and Paige get some fics here and there, but even those petered out. Yes, this fandom is VERY heavily skewed male, but you’ve got Quorra, Paige, Mara, Gorn, Lux, Yori, Lora, Gem, etc. in Legacy canon, and some great potential with Mercury, Ma3a, and Eva Popoff if you import from 2.0. I was hoping to see at least SOMEONE write up a fanfic about Jordan. What kind of woman could handle a brilliant, cheerful, crazy ball of energy like 80′s!Flynn?  

15. Unpopular opinion about the canon: Legacy is very difficult for me to watch. Even though it totally brought the whole thing back from the dead, it’s just frustrating to watch. Not to say everyone didn’t bring their A-game to it, but it took everything that made the first film so much fun and destroyed it, ending up as a depressing waste where everyone loses, and Dillinger Jr is just waiting in the wings to cause even more trouble. 

16. If I could change anything about the canon, what to change? Tron 2.0 totally happened. It would not be hard to come up with a workaround for Ma3a that keeps Lora alive. There’s probably about three or four ways I could come up with other than the made of crack one I’ve got going in my fics. 

17. Instead of X happening, I’d go with Y: If you want something other than “instead of 2.0 being thrown out the airlock, it’s part of canon,” I would have loved to see Sam get rescued by Bartik’s crew (Bonus points if Yori’s running the damn thing) and then meet up with his dad and Quorra. That way, there could have been a little more complexity to the Grid situation and a way to avoid the whole “Programs are evil!” thing Legacy ended up with.

18. Does not shipping something ‘popular’ mean you’re in denial and/or biased? Shipping, IMO is shorthand for schools of character interpretation. Someone who ships Quorra/Sam is going to have a different take than someone who ships Quorra/Zues, or Quorra/Paige. They’re all looking at the same data, but the interpretation of the data is going to vary.   

19. One thing I dislike most about my fandom: It’s a back alley of the 80′s that its own company barely wants to admit they did. This makes canon and newcomers a little hard to come by.

20. Purest ship in the fandom. Tron/Yori was my first OTP. They’re still my OTP, because 82!Tron was such a sweet, earnest dork and Yori was such an adorable, sneaky badass. Post-Legacy? It’s going to be one heck of a climb no matter which guess you take about Yori’s fate (And seriously? Morgan got gypped), but having those two limp off into whatever digital sunset there is would be the closest we get to a happy ending that’s canon-compatible.

21. Crack ships? A crack ship for the sake of a crack ship is a “no thanks!” But there are ships that look like someone did them on a three-drink dare that actually manage to work. I’m thinking to KOTOR fandom where someone made a REALLY awesome case for Canderous/Bastila that should not have worked and totally did. 

22. Popular character I dislike: It’s not so much “dislike” as “I’m not sure what to make of them.” Really wanted some development on Sam. Quorra got Evolution and a nice episode of Uprising, but Sam…he’s still a bit of a blank to me. 

23. Unpopular character I adore:  I especially latched on hard to Jet Bradley after reading the Ghost in the Machine comic because he had clearly done a lot of thinking about what being a User means in that setting, and was bringing up points no one else bothered with. As such, he makes an excellent foil and walking deconstruction fleet while still being, ostensibly, one of the good guys. 

24. Would I recommend Tron to a friend? Only with a ton of disclaimers. This was made in the EARLY 80′s, by people who apparently had no fucking idea what they were doing, and Disney probably signed off on it while under the influence of something. But the combination ends up as something inexplicably brilliant and probably launched thousands of computer animation careers and hundreds more IT careers. 

25.   How would I end it? I’ve got fics in mind for it. I kitbash 2.0 and Legacy shamelessly. The ending I have in mind? Well, Alan and Lora end up giving up their lives in analog to rebuild the Rome Flynn started. Jet ends up dedicating his life to serving the Programs and goes a bit native. Mercury and Tron act as the primary “knights” of Alan and Lora. Sam and Quorra handle much of the rest in the analog world, slowly trying to open up the world and make it ready for the revelation of the digital one. And Yori runs a reformation of the Program religion so that they are prepared to accept the Users as fallible beings who are still powerful, but less “worship as deity” and more “we depend on one another - don’t screw it up.” 

26. Most shippable character? Probably Flynn. I can see him as a fellow who would (prior to the coup) enjoy himself and his opportunities to the fullest, including trying anything twice sexually. 

27. Least shippable character: Probably Esomond Baza. He’s a coward with so little self-esteem, self-respect, or a moral compass that he needs a few months of therapy before even thinking of a date.