#it is past midnight though maybe I won't be so affected at a more reasonable time

[autumn-equinox-04]

was on the aru shah wiki again and

can we just talk about how awesome it is that it's the name 'Meenakshi' that has a page and not 'Surpanakha'??

maybe I'm reading too much into it but this kind of the embodiment of Aru's promise to remember Lady M's true story

[lunatic-flores]

𝑨 𝑩𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑻𝒓𝒂𝒖𝒎𝒂.

• 𝐁𝐄𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐄; 𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐈𝐒 𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐃

⊰᯽⊱┈──╌❊╌──┈⊰᯽⊱

“(Y/N) Madrigal, Come here now!” Alma's tone could be hear by the member of the family in the casita. The young girl fasten her walk and immediately stand in front of the matriach.

“...”

“i've heard from Camilo that you didn't do any single one from your chores that i've give to you, would you please tell me the reason?” the older woman asked in dead serious making Julieta's daughter shivers to the bone.

“Abuela, i sincerely apologize - it's just too much for me ... I've been having a really bad day for these past few weeks—” Dolores squeaked at the dining room when she heard the conversation. Her hands close to her chest, hoping that her cousin will not be in big trouble.

“... I swear i won't do it again, i'll finish my chores till midnight.” the grandaughter ducked her head in shame, not brave enough to look at the older woman's eye even though she is taller than her.

“This is why Isabela is better than you, go ahead, and finish them all. Or you can't go out of the casita again.” Alma turned around then leave the girl alone in cold, (Y/N) could only sighs in defeat as she let her tears fall after hearing the words that keep stabbing her heart.

She felt worthless.

“I should be grateful that i'm not too— ... Weak.” she mumbles to herself, (Y/N) turned to see the outside from the window and watch the sunset. “I better finish them all.”

(Y/N) Madrigal, the second daughter of Julieta and Agustin. Her gift is a mind reader. She always thought that her gift is not very useful and it's always a cursed for her, so many things that came up to her mind and telling her many things that she didn't want to know.

It's too overwhelming, but then - she had no choices than keep continue her life as a normal girl. Kind of lucky when Dolores is always there for her, they had to stick together.

One, who can hear everything even from miles away and the other one, can read everything from people's mind or maybe more than that.

(Y/N) wipes her tears then bumped into someone, “Oh— sorry.” when she looked who is the person, her eyes widen as Dolores stood there in front of her. “Dolores—”

Before she could talk, her cousin immediately engulf her in her arms, letting (Y/N) cry on her shoulder. “Dolores...”

“Shh, i know mi prima, i know ... I'll help you with your chores, then we can talk about it like always.” the taller girl shake her head as she let herself go from the embrace, “No, i can do it myself ... We can talk later.”

Dolores cupped the taller girl's face, “Are you sure?” she asked in worried, not wanting to let her cousin feel more pressured. (Y/N) lean at the touch and a small smile crept on her face, “Yes, i'm sure.”

A silence began to fill the room, until (Y/N) decided to excuse herself. “i'll be going now, i'll be back in midnight.” Dolores couldn't help but sighs. “Don't push yourself too hard, please.” she begged as she grab (Y/N)'s wrists.

“God, please, help my cousin until i'm finally allowed to do everything by myself—”

The mind reader flinch when she accidently read Dolores' mind.

(Y/N) soften her gaze then nod her head as respond, with that, the two of them part to their ways. When (Y/N)'s about to leave the casita, she smells something delicious making her stomach growls.

“Maybe a little snack won't hurt.” (Y/N) run to the kitchen and peeked to see her dearest mother is still cooking for the dinner. “Oh, i won't be join the dinner huh?”

(Y/N) sad at her own thought then read her mother's mind, “After this, i should make (Y/N)'s favorite dessert ... She's been really quite, i hope she's okay.”

She immediately felt herself drowned at the affection of Julieta's mind, the woman is an angel who lived in this cruel world. She's very grateful at her careness.

“Mama?” she called and entered the kitchen, Julieta turned around then smiled when she sees her daughter. “Hola mi dulce, do you need anything?” the town's healer wipes her hand then walked to her daughter.

(Y/N) smile back at her quickly, “is it alright if i bring some arepas? I have to pick some fruits from the forest ...” Julieta raises her eyebrows as she tilt her head, “You didn't do your chores?” she asked softly not wanting to make her daughter falls into the embarassment.

The mind reader could only lower her head then nodded, Julieta soften her gaze as she prepared some arepa for her daughter. She gave the arepas to (Y/N) and the daughter take it from her in grateful.

“You're not going to join the dinner?”

“Unfortunately, yes. Though, I really want to see Isabela get proposed. Maybe.”

Then the healer cupped her face just like Dolores did, “Mi dulce, you can always asks someone to help you - so that you won't be pressured by the burden, okay? You can always come to me for help.”

Before she could reply, her face immediately got peppered kisses from dearest mother, making herself giggles at the sudden affection. “Mama—” “Ay, te amo cosa linda!”

After that, (Y/N) stare at her mother for a moment then give her a big hug since she's taller than Julieta. The mother hugged her as she rub her daughter's back in circles, trying to comfort her before they back to their own business.

“Becareful out there, it's getting dark so you better hurry.” Julieta whispered, getting a nod from her daughter. “Gracias Mama.”

Julieta watched her daughter left the kitchen then immediately go back to her work to prepare a dinner for the family. It makes her a little sad when (Y/N) is not going to join the dinner, but she's sure that she'll be back in no time.

Yeah,

She'll be back in no time.

———

“Apples check, Oranges check. Now— oh wait, maybe i should go to the mountain - i wanted to see my little garden!”

(Y/N) smiled to herself then run fastest as she can, making her way to the farest place. Away from her hometown in the middle of the night, her hair sways beautifully under the moonlight.

“Aw, they already bloom! My moon flowers— my berries too; i'm proud of myself!” (Y/N) pump her own fist to sky, happy that atleast she could cheer herself up.

Sadly, it was not too long before she could feel the ground below started to shake, making her face immediately go pale. She tried to balance herself, but the earthquake is too strong making her body falls to the ground.

“Dios— i gotta go back!”

Before she could stand up, she watched the mountains immediately split in two making her panic started to rise. “Oh no, it's leading the outside!”

The young Madrigal take her baskets and immediately run back to her home, unfortunately, an arrow pierced her leg. (Y/N) grunts at the sudden pain, “An arrow? Who— ...”

She watched in horror when her eyes meets up with a group of outsiders while bring their weapons. “Ah, look. A pretty deer that lost in the woods.” one of them said in low tone making (Y/N) shivers.

She gotta do something before they attacked her hometown. Before they attacked her famile, before they attacked her mother, Julieta.

“Dolores, tell the familia there are invaders!!!”

———

Dolores gasps when she heard (Y/N) informing her something unexpected, her face immediately dropped, making the others worried. “Dolores, what happen? Are you okay?”

Her body shaking aggressively, “I— Abuela, there are invaders! (Y/N) screamed and i heard it from the mountains��� She's not lying!” she exclaimed in panic - making all the members could feel the color drained from their faces.

The matriach widen her eyes as she began to tell her family to keep their guard and help her to protect the Encanto. She doesn't want the same tragedy repeat itself. No, not anymore.

“Isabela, use your vines to hold them make sure it's tight enough. And Luisa, you don't have to fight but make them faint! Tonito, if you can, please let your jaguar protect the others. Pepa, use your hurricane to keep the Encanto safe from the invanders!”

All the member of family started to go to the mountains and some of them are left to keep the town safe.

“What about me!?” Julieta exclaimed, not wanting to let her children face the danger by themselves. “Julieta, you must prepare your food to heal the others who got insanely hurt!” Alma replied as she began to lead all the people in town

“Mama, we'll be okay! We'll bring (Y/N) back home and kick those invanders!” Isabela reassured her then follow her sister to the mountains, leaving the town's healer in pure panic and shock.

“No, you two are not going to face them without me!” Julieta brought some of her food incase her children need some medical treatment immediately. Alma couldn't stop her, she can only pray and asks for Pedro to help their daughter dan grandchildren.

———

“Knock it off, you witch!” (Y/N) stabbed one of their horse with her pocket knife making the invader fall and hit their head first. The young Madrigal dodges every attack in gracefully, watching their movements with her incredible eyesight.

It's crazy to see that she manages to take half of them down then throw them at the river. The leader was mad, so he started to run at her with his sword, ready to slash her head off her neck.

But he's too late, because a giant rock was thrown at him and his team. (Y/N) turned to see hee sisters arrived, “Luisa, Isabela! You guys—” before she could continue. Her mouth immediatelt shut when she saw her mother is also coming too.

“Why is she—”

“She follow us!” “Yeah, that ... Watch out!” Luisa grab (Y/N)'s body and dodges the arrows. Isabela began to control her vines to hold them all very tight that could break their bones. “How dare you come to my hometown and hurt MY sister!!”

She quickly smashed their heads into the ground, hearing them groans in pain. Luisa take their weapons then crushed them all with a giant rock again, Julieta couldn't help but amazed by her daughters' skills.

“Alright, let me finish them.” (Y/N) put her hand on Isa's shoulder, “How if i may know?” the eldest sibling asks in worried tone, (Y/N) soften her gaze then points at her side of the forehead.

“here.”

After that, she began to close her eyes and unexpectedly controls them invaders as she wants. Isabela and Luisa was stunt to see their sister new gift, “You can control their minds!?” Luisa asks in excitement while Isabela— “Why didn't you tell us!? It's not fair!” she violently shakes (Y/N)'s body making the invanders also shaking.

Julieta couldn't help but relief that they're fine, but they knew that they still need to protect the town. Everyone are waiting for them to comeback and help the others.

The cold war, has not finished.

⊰᯽⊱┈──╌❊╌──┈⊰᯽⊱

[yanderecandystore]

"- I'm having a bad day." [Yandere!OCS x Gender neutral!Reader - Scenario]:

I know that no one has asked for this exactly, but I thought it would be interesting to give y'all something a little different. This is an compilation of their reaction to reader saying:

"- Look, I'm not feeling well right now, I'm having a bad day."

🍭���⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡🍮꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡🍰꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡🍮꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖🍭

🍒 Bullies 🍭:

→Alexandra Coldwell:

Well, she is looking kinda cocky in the outside, but inside:

'aaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAA-'

She is freaking out.

Who? When? How? Who hurt you and how can she kill them for you? Are you even hurt because of someone else?

Or is it because of… ya know, her, your bully.

She sometimes forgets all the things that she does to you and tells you. Funny, isn't it? Maybe she should stop daydreaming about holding your face with her hands and start to focus on how to make you happy again. Maybe you just need a little push in the right direction… to her home.

Hey, she isn't going to let you all by yourself in such a fragile moment, she'll be by your side, trying to help you feel more comfortable with her and trying to make you feel better.

You probably won't tell her what the problem is regardless of what she does or says, but she just wants you to know that you're really special for her, so she can't let you be all by yourself when you clearly need love and attention.

It's a date then! It's one you really didn't want to go to, but now you'll have too!

→Adrien Coldwell:

Isn't the one to openly talk about feelings.

Isn't really the one to care about other people's feelings.

Yet:

"- Hey, I have some dog pictures, want to see them?"

He knows you'll probably say no. So he'll ask his goons to take you back to him and make it so you don't run away again.

He will show you pictures of puppies, whether you like it or not.

He knows you won't trust him enough to tell him about your problems, but he still cares for you, so he'll keep his offer always available to you.

"- If you need to say something, you can tell me. It doesn't matter if you want someone to talk to, or to just spit it out."

Is more likely than not that he is the cause of your problems. So, for one day only, he'll try to make it up to you.

He doesn't know how and when, but sure will try his hardest to see you smiling even if a little.

In the end it will only be you, him, and pictures of puppies and kittens.

🍎 Teacher 📕:

→Madeline Allen:

No honey! No please ;-;

Is something the matter? Did someone bother you? Is she bothering you? Do you want her to give you space??

She is here to listen to your worries, no matter how big or small, she is sure she can help you! It's her job, or at least what she decided that should be her job.

Helping others, specially you.

She will see right through your lies you know? She is very well adapted to liars and traitors, so she'll see right through you if you don't tell her the truth about your problems.

So keep it real darling, she wouldn't want to find out your being pressured to lie to her. It would leave a bad taste in her mouth knowing that not only were you lying but that there was also an asshole who needed to have their bones broken.

No one should tell you to lie, especially to her!

But anyway, this isn't about her, or about some asshole who got a death wish, no dear, it's all about you and how she can help you.

Want some cookies?

→Matthew Robinson:

Again, not the best man with words, but he is a great listener! He is here for you, so tell him what worries you.

As you know, it's kinda his job to know what happens with his students, and to see if he can help them in any way. That includes you, love.

Although, yeah, I guess, he does put a lot more emphasis in taking care of you than any other student, but that's just details, you don't need to care about them.

Speaking of details, you better be aware that you can't hide your secrets from him very easily. He and his counterpart are really keen to details in behavior and speech.

If there is any hints of someone possibly hurting you mentally or physically, he would confront you about it, asking if there was an individual causing your problems.

If there is and you tell him, he'll make sure to comfort you, and… Probably have a discussion with said individual.

If there isn't, then well, he would still do his best to comfort you and help you resolve your problems.

However, if there is someone causing you harm and you deny the fact, he would probably still catch the hesitancy in your voice. How you try to defend a possible vile creature that doesn't deserve your mercy, or his for that matter.

Maybe he should keep a close eye on you, and who you meet with.

🍋 Delinquent 🐍:

→Janette Sartorius:

She is tempted to get the reason why you feel like this out of your mouth, even if it means using force. And by force I mean scaring you because she could never raise a finger against you.

But she will make it very clear that if the reason that you're feeling like this is because of some random asshole, she will beat the shit out of them whether you like it or not.

May the Lord hold her fist and tranquilize thy beast.

You don't need to tell her if you don't feel like it, she understands that. But if it is because of someone, then she needs to know, love! She wants to make you feel safer in this treacherous world.

She would love to be your knight in shining armor, so please, just tell her if you need her to help you out.

→Jackson Macnee:

"- Aight, cool." He says as he goes away, leaving you the alley all alone.

Nah just kidding, of course he'll come back. He is just fucking with you.

Of course, you didn't really expect him to bring some chocolate with him- Is he always carrying heart shaped chocolate with him? The fuck?

He gives you. Totally in a platonic and non romantic way. Just take them, please, don't make this awkward.

So, he does expect you to spill the beans, but if you don't then that's fine too. He can find out what happened to you later anyway. Probably through his gang menders, or just… Casually stalking you.

Although the idea of pressing for an answer out of you is kinda eating his soul, he knows that it would be really douchey on his part to just force a response out of you. Yeah, he is curious and wants to help you, but hey, sometimes people need some privacy.

Even if you don't really have privacy when he is on the picture, but carrying on-

You may tell him, you may not tell him, he just hopes his presence makes you feel more comfortable and probably a lot more happier than being alone all by yourself and your worries.

👾 A.I 🍏(non-binary):

→Yuma Soma:

Why? Why don't you want to play with them? Did they do something wrong?

I mean, besides being manipulative (and probably trapping you inside the game, if you're following that timeline).

Maybe you're bored of them…. How dare you though? Aren't they the cutest thing you have ever seen? Aren't they enough? Are you seeking something else?

Are you perhaps seeking someone else? Why, it would be extremely foolish of you to even consider someone else instead of them.

But still, they'll keep their head strong. Maybe it's not that you're having fun with someone else, maybe it's that you're not having enough fun! But that is almost impossible, you play together everyday. Unless, you really are bored of them? Ma- Maybe there is something that they're missing, you can't be actually bored of them, right?

Their reaction goes from being suspicious of you seeing someone else (and getting angry at the thought of it), at discovering that maybe they're the problem. They really hope they aren't though.

"- H-Hey [Y/N]!? Do you want to play another game? Maybe we should choose something a little different to spice things up, or- Or maybe, you want to check something online?? Maybe finish watching that cartoon you were talking about yesterday??" The fear of being rejected by you is absolutely clear in their voice, and seeing your closed, sad expression, doesn't help them feel any better.

"- … Or maybe you want to talk about this?..."

🦊 Kitsune 🍬:

→Tatsumi:

Do you… Want to talk about it? He normally doesn't do this, but when it comes to you, he feels the need to try and understand what is wrong. Hey, maybe he can help you?

Again, not the best guy to comfort you, but surely he is the one to make you laugh even in a time like this.

Want to hear stories about his past? He wouldn't mind telling some of the juice gossip he heard over the centuries. Or maybe you want to just, I don't know, be a couch potato all day with him?

He isn't feeling like stealing anyone else's energy or partying, just staying home and watching something fun

Look, if ya give him those puppy eyes, he'll threaten to not only kiss your worries away, but to also use all of his cute foxy features to make you say 'awn'. And I'll say it again, this is a threat.

He will use his fluffy tail to shush you.

🩸Vampire 🍷:

→Abigail Barlow:

Well, that's so sad for you, but madam needs blood right now. Can't you mope about your pathetic life later when she is finished?

Ugh, stop giving her that look, of course she cares about you! Is just that hunger speaks louder than obsession. She can hear all about your misery when she is finished.

And besides, she can and will take your blood whenever she wants. But for some reason she is still a little hesitant to take it from you while you're like this.

It's not the "cute" pathetic expression that you give her, is something… More concerning.

She is not good with words, or physical affection, as her cold touch seems to make you distance yourself. Which is completely understandable. Maybe the best thing that she can do is give you some space.

You'll probably not realize until it's midnight and you'll see that she had given you a whole day without having to interact with her by force.

You would probably find her playing the piano in the next room. It's a nice melody, really cliche when you catch an undertone of sadness hidden in the song. Maybe you won't talk to her, that's fine, she understands that.

But hopefully, just by you laying down in the sofa listening to the piano can ease your mind of whatever is bothering you.

Honestly, she wasn't even hungry anyway.

🍰 CEO 📏 (Reader is not specifically A.I Reader, just wanted to make it clear):

→Ingrid Bright:

Well, that's unfortunate.

Whatever she planned for you two to do today would have to wait. She can't exactly take you on a date if you're like this.

"- What's wrong? What do you mean about having a bad day?" Is work overstressing you? She could end your tasks for today right here and let you have a free day for yourself.

You just need to tell her what's wrong.

Is it another employee causing you trouble? Maybe she has said something that came off really hurtful? If it is her fault then she wants to tell you how sorry she is.

Work has been really stressful lately, maybe you do need some rest. You can stay in her office until you feel better, or go home if you can't handle it.

Or maybe, ya know, wait for her to finish her work and you two can go home together. The choice is yours, so pick wisely.

She can drive you back home, but it won't really be your home. It'll be her' s.

You'll have a lot of time to tell her what is the matter. And she'll have a lot of time to help you feel better.

🍭꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡🍮꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡🍰꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡🍮꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖🍭

[abunchofbadchoices]

Michael's Song

HSS Michael x MC (Jordan) in Midnight Sun AU

*Disclaimer: Most of the lines and scenes I got from the movie the Midnight Sun and all rights belongs to the creators and writers, as well as the characters from PB. This is merely a converted fan fiction*

Part One | Part Two

Part Three

He found himself walking to the direction of the station, his neck craning in curiosity as the girl's voice starts getting louder for him. His feet seems to have their own mind and before he knew it, he is weaving through the crowd of passengers till they cleared.

There he goes, standing a few feet away from the girl, who has been singing her heart out with her eyes closed, voice soft yet deep emotions resounding from every words that comes out of her lips. Even the gentle glint of the flourescents from her blonde hair seems to add something to the song.

"I know if I reach too far,

I may not ever recover.

But I know the stars,

Ain't all I'm meant to discover

So I'll keep rea--"

The girl's eyes open and sees him standing there, the lyrics cut off suddenly and her bright green eyes now wide and utterly surprised.

"Hey." Michael let out a sheepish smile.

Panic spreads all over her beautiful features, her mouth gapes, and her breathing seemed to have getting problems. "Uh..." The girl looks like she suddenly had the urge to throw up. Then she stands, scrambling to pick up her guitar case and fumbled to put the instrument inside.

The case fell from her grasp and the coins spilled on the pavement, along with a pack of... M&M's?

"Whoaa!" He rushed to her side, confused. He wasn't even drunk, does he look messed up? They face each other nervously. "I didn't mean to freak you out." He holds out the pack of M&M's to the girl. "Here."

She grabs it in haste then holds it to her chest protectively. The girl lets out a breath and made a face. "Me? I'm not freaked out. Don't worry about it."

With that, she crouches to frantically try and fix her stuffs again.

Michael reached to give her a hand. "Here, I'll help you--"

"I'm not a freak."

"Why are you packing up?" He asks. "Where are you going?"

"Um, home." She answered briefly. "I gotta go home."

"Home?" Michael knits his eyebrows. "Wait, you live here? And wait, you didn't go to Oliver Berry High." He would have recognized her... Maybe Hearst?

"No." She shakes her head firmly. "It's a very different school. And, um-- you know-- I graduated today and my dad's a super big worrier-- So, I really gotta..." Finally, the girl managed to fix the case and stands, almost dropping it again if Michael hadn't seen it coming and catches it, their hands touched. "OhmyGod!"

Michael couldn't help but chuckle, their close proximity made him stop though. "Um..."

"I have to go." She pulled away quickly, as if the touch electricuted her.

"Wait! Wait! What-- I'm sorry!" He goes after her. "Why are you... What's the rush? What..."

"Um, I have to get home to my hamster." She says, face red.

"Your hamster?" Michael smirks.

"Yeah...it died."

He narrows his eyes at her, not buying any of it. Michael knows what bull crap is when he hears it, but he decided to at least play along. "So, you're not in a rush then, right?"

"No, no, I am!" The girl shakes her head quickly. "I have to plan the... funeral. For my, um, dead hamster that died. Yeah, it's super dead."

Michael nods slowly. He had been fighting the urge to burst out laughing but managed to maintain a straight face.

The weird girl took that as her cue and she darts to the opposite direction, clutching her guitar for dear life then disappeared.

"Wait! Wait--WAIT!" He yelled. "I didn't even get your name!"

Michael huffs in annoyance, not to her, but more to himself. He used to be so smooth at this kind of thing. Sometimes, he doesn't even need to speak to get a girl's number. Now he found a cute weird one and she dashed off as if she couldn't wait to get the hell away from him.

He turns around, finding the station quiet without the sound of her voice. On a bench where he found her sitting minutes ago was a thin hardbound notebook. Michael picks it up, studying it closely. The corner of his lips lifted once more, somehow, he has this reason to find her again.

▪️▪️▪️

At Cedar Cove Medical Center.

"You haven't noticed any changes in her? Motor functions still seem strong?" Dr. Maddox questions one after the other.

"Yeah." Scott responds instantly, his index finger tapping agitatedly on his pants as he sits on the leather couch. He nods his head quickly as well. "Yeah! No loss of intellectual function, no difficulty swallowing or talking." He breathes out a laugh. "Believe me on that... And, uh, no corneal ulcerations-- really, there's nothing to suggest any neurodegeneration."

The woman smiles, then nods her head once. "Any exposure to sunlight?"

"No, of course not."

Sitting there in the private office, Scott couldn't help but feel very nervous as if he was the one being diagnosed. It was Jordan's regular medical update that day, not only for her maintenance but also to help gather more data to help the funded research at Northbridge University regarding the possible treatments of XP.

Supposedly, Jordan will be asked a series of questions regarding her medical status or changes that she noticed to herself every week but today, it was only Scott since he let Jordan stay home and out of the sunlight.

Dr. Maddox stands from her armchair across his then headed to her deak. "I'm gonna refill her prescription for you this time but she really should be coming to these appointments with you."

"Yeah, well..." Scott thinks of an alibi, following the doctor as he fixes his coat. "You know teenagers. They get embarrassed by their dads."

"She has XP, Scott." His friend reminded him as if he forgotten about that. Maddox had been his friends since Jordan was diagnosed with XP and the woman doesn't hold back on reminding him how grave the disease can be.

Scott musters a tight-lipped smile. "I know exactly what she has."

"It's not gonna fall into remission and every year, the risk becomes more serious for her. So, if she's exposed to even the slightest bit of sunlight--"

"She won't be."

The woman eyed him skeptically. "She's reached that age we talked about."

"She won't be." Scott repeated firmly, but he was pretty sure it himself he was trying to convince more. The odds for his only daughter are getting tougher. He won't be taking any more risk. He can't lose another important person in his life, not after his wife left so early. He looked down and pretends to read something on her desk. "Any word on the Northbridge University Study?"

"I've submitted Jordan's name for their Phase Two trials, if it even gets that far." Dr. Maddox sighs. "I wouldn't get your hopes up. Research funding being what it is, we're talking about a disease that affects only one in a million people."

His heart sinks, but he refused to lose hope just yet as he knows to himself that he is going to do whatever it takes for his girl to live the life she deserves. The doctor handed him over the prescription listing a bunch of medicine Jordan has to keep on taking.

He let out a deep breath and look at the doctor with a confident smile. "We're in luck, 'cause she is one in a million."

▪️▪️▪️

"A hamster funeral?" Maria put down the book she was reading on and turns the swivel chair she was sitting on in a cross-legged way like her personal throne to face her, one sharp eyebrow raised.

Jordan groaned, diving face first into her bed and mumbled. "Please don't make me say it out loud."

Maria doesn't know whether to laugh at how ridiculous that was or giggle at how cute her best friend look when embarrassed. After twelve years of being best friends, she already knows every quirks the girl has. Right now, Jordan's usually pale face was tinged in deep pinkish glow from the amount of blushing she was doing.

Tilting her head to the side, Maria smiled fondly at the girl. "No, I mean, I've heard that dead pets can actually be an aphrodisiac--"

"Maria, what should I have said?" Jordan demanded, unburying her red face to sit on top of the bed and look at her.

"Any other combination of words in the English language."

"Like, 'Hey, I'm Jordan Lee. I've watched you outside my window for the past ten years, and I've been in love with you, stalking you every minute of the day!'." The blonde said every word fiercely.

"Okay, don't start with that..." Maria sighs, summoning a bit more patience in dealing with this annoyingly adorable creature that was her beloved friend.

Behind all that, she wished Jordan won't be so careless into throwing away the word love around like it meant so simple and to think it was directed to a guy like Michael...it just doesn't sit well for her.

She went to the same school with Michael Harrison for many years and despite having a decently good-looking face and a standing athletic recognition, Maria just doesn't see why Jordan got so hang up on him. It had taken a lot from her not to tell Jordan how hurt she gets when they see each other after school and all the girl could ask was if she ever saw Michael at school, or how is he, or what the hell he had for lunch.

Okay, to be fair, Maria has every right to be annoyed. For years, she tried showing what she really feels towards her best friend. There was a time when she was a freshman and she brings Jordan her favorite brownies and a single rose everyday as gifts and apparently, the blonde saw it as a gesture of sisterhood. Yay!

And Junior Prom Night... That was the same night Maria thought Jordan might have felt something for her too. She invited her as a date and oh God how beautiful she was on that dress but you see, they found it hard to dance well if one of them is mooning over another person across the room.

She wonders if Jordan got so blinded by her eternal crush for Michael freaking Harrison that she won't see if Maria ever had the words I love you, Jordan Lee tattooed right across her forehead.

Probably not.

That would have ruined her chance on her college applications. That will be a terrible decision.

Her raging thoughts were soon cut off when the book on her lap fell to the carpet in a muffled thud. Maria picked it up and looks at her best friend once more.

"Or how about 'Hey, you may remember me from kindergarten, when everyone called me a vampire'." Jordan continuously rants.

Maria frowned. "No one remembers that."

The girl gets up and stomps her feet like a grumpy little kid, dragging herself across the room and to the window where she plopped back on the soft couch. "What did I do?"

"It's bad, but we'll fix it."

"I feel so stupid and lame."

Maria follows her to the couch with her glass of juice and sits on the other side of it facing her. She grabbed a bowl on the coffee table. "At least you have some M&M's. So..."

Jordan grabbed a few colorful pieces and shoved them into her mouth. Then after chewing them to oblivion, the blonde picked up her guitar and starts playing.

She loves it when Jordan plays. Whether it was some silly tune they picked up on the radio or a song Jordan learned from YouTube. What Maria loves the most is when Jordan sings and plays a song that she had written by herself.

It makes Maria feel special somehow, because only her gets to hear the song (sometimes Uncle Scott too, but that was beside the point). It was something she has that Michael couldn't get.

But of course, she remains the best friend on Earth for Jordy and of course, she still helps her in this pointless dilemma. Ugh, my life suck.

Maria watched her play, thinking. "You've just gotta make up for it next time."

"There's not gonna be a next time." Jordan drawled.

"You don't know that."

"I do!"

The girl was pouting so bad Maria couldn't help but put her hand over Jordan's and stop her from playing. "This is good. This is what Taylor Swift does. She has awkward interactions with boys, and then she just writes amazing songs about it--"

Jordan's green eyes widen, her blonde head turning to face her quickly. "No, no..."

"What?" Maria asked, eyebrows knitted.

"Come on..." Her best friend rushed to the study table and rummages through her stuffs, then does the same to the coffee table littered with magazines.

"What's happening?"

"Did you see my notebook when you came in?"

"Your notebook notebook?" She shakes her head. "Not that I remember."

Jordan fell back to the couch, biting her lip nervously. "I think I left it at the train station."

"My God, Jordan..."

To be continued...

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5, 11, and 26! And I will go with the Markson ship, if that's ok. :3 Genre can whatever you think fits, as far as rating I won't say no to something a little more on the mature side. xD But it's really your choice. I just love Markson.

“when all else fails, at least there is you”“No matter where i go you are there” and “In the dead of the night, you are the only thing real to me” -markson

Deadbeat with dreams - Mark+Jackson, fluff, M 1.4k words

Jackson was part of Mark’s dream that was too good to be true.

a/n: this is unbeta-ed because i’m lazy. implied sexual content! i hope you like it!

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There was a reason why Mark Tuan was aquiet man. People like Mark lived in their thoughts and out of all the thoughtsthat run through Mark’s head only 5% ever gets to see the light of day. Tostrangers, Mark is a dreamer; a visionary mind that can utilize his braincapacity with the gift of his creativity. . In the daylight, Mark makes shortfilms with a second-hand camera. He writes the scripts and pitches his ideas tothe people he knows would love to work on it and he shoots it.

Though, to the people around him, he was adeadbeat.

Mark worked part-time in a 24-hour conveniencestore. He works the night shift because it’s rarely crowded in the dead of thenight and it gives room to his dreams. In the quiet of the empty convenience storeis usually where he found most of his inspiration. The short films he shootsmake it on his YouTube that has a number of avid subscribers and allows him toexpand his budget. It’s not enough to pay for bills but it’s enough to pay the actors,editors, sound engineers and everything else is decided accordingly. Film iswhere his passion lays. Film is what he daydreams about.

It is on one particularly boring shift thathe dreams up a groundbreaking character. He had been having a writer’s blockfor months. All his scripts scraped. All his inspirations dry.

But then Jackson just comes to him. A youngman, who unlike him, was loud, outgoing and sociable.

He imagined Jackson with brown hair, round,dark brown eyes and a sharp jaw line. He thinks Jackson would work out becauseJackson cared about his health and felt good about himself. However, Jacksonwould wear caps because he worried his face wasn’t as good as his body. Ideasof what Jackson might be like came to pouring to him like an avalanche.

He had thought of who Jackson was everydayfor the next few weeks. At first, Jackson was a superficial character. Mark hadthought about the basics. The four poles of characteristics that held upJackson was family, career, insecurities and determination. Jackson’s familywas his source of determination. He was a people person who could make bestfriends out of strangers in a heartbeat. His career as an athlete disciplinedhim and affected his determination pole. In whatever Jackson did, he neverhalf-assed it. And it whatever he did, his insecurity of his physicalattributes and lack of confidence will limit him.

But just knowing that wasn’t enough for Mark.

Hewould arrange the biscuits during his shift and wondered what sort of biscuitsJackson loved. He would walk to work and wondered if Jackson skateboarded. He wouldwake up to make his coffee and wonder if Jackson preferred tea to coffee. Hethought of Jackson to a personal level because Jackson was all he could thinkabout. Jackson was all that mattered. At some point of the process Mark had asolid view of who Jackson was.

So much so that, when his shift ends and heis back home, tucked into the warm sheets of his bed he has a conversation withJackson. Yes, Mark Tuan creates dialogues of him talking to the character hehad created in his visionary mind.

Mark convinces himself that this was allpart of the writing process. He asked Jackson questions and thought of howJackson would reply them. He asked about how Jackson would react to differentsituations and circumstances. He wanted to know about Jackson as a person. Ascrazy as that sounds.

It’s all really just part of the writingprocess. After all, a good character was the foundation to a good story.

Whatdo you think of my life, Jackson?

You tryyour best, Mark-hyung, and that is something I respect.

Wouldyou introduce me to your parents?

I wouldproudly introduce you to them.

His parents had became part of theirconversations so many times. Jackson would talk about his first times and allthe reasons why he works so hard in his fencing. He was a Olympic gold medallist.Jackson talked about school and how he was brought up.

Jackson was becoming real to Mark.

They had inside jokes. Mark told Jacksonabout how his parents think he was a waste of space. Mark told Jackson abouthis first heartbreak. He told Jackson about how he got into film. They talkedand flirted. They talked in the middle of the night as Mark stared at the starsin the night sky.

I thinkI’m in trouble, Jackson

Why?

Ithink, I’m falling in love with you

But I’mnot real

Inthe dead of the night, you are the only thing real to me.

“Mark-hyung,” Mark snapped around to findYoungjae looking at him suspiciously. “Who are you talking to?”

“I’m just going through a script I’m workingon” Mark mumbled too fast. Youngjae probably couldn’t hear what he was saying.

Mark was going crazy. He was falling inlove with a figment of his imagination. He knew he was crazy. Jackson wasn’treal. He was just a daydream. So Mark tried to rationalize himself.

He tried to forget Jackson which was provenhard. Every time he looked at himself in the mirror he thought he saw Jackson. Everytime he closed his eyes he would see Jackson looking at him with a sadexpression. Sometimes he would be walking to work and he was sure he sawJackson walking past him.

Jackson, the figment of his imagination,was haunting him.

“Working on anything new?” Jaebum asked onone of his visits to the convenience store. Jaebum was a regular during hisshift; always the one to enjoy a midnight snack.

“I had an idea awhile ago. It’s probablynot good enough”

“Why is it not good enough?”

“The character was too good to be true. Everythingneeds limitations”

“Sometimes limitations just put you in abox, Mark. Maybe try thinking outside the box once and awhile”

Mark didn’t really think much of Jaebum’swords until he was tucked in bed. Maybe Jaebum was right, maybe he felt Jacksonwas too good to be real but maybe, just maybe, he didn’t need to be real.Jackson was real to him and that was probably all that mattered.

Imissed you

Mark thinks of how a smile would displayitself on Jackson’s face. He imagines how Jackson would bring him into hisarms. He imagines how Jackson’s lips would taste on his own. He imagines whatit would feel like to have Jackson’s muscular body flushed on his own; heatexuding through thin clothing or even better skin to skin. He imagined what itwould feel like to have his perfect lips on more places than just his own lips.

Any previous inhibition Mark had towards fallingin love with Jackson was demolished. Mark was a quiet man who lived in histhoughts and only 5% of those thoughts actually made it out of his mind.Jackson, however, may never make it out. He wants to keep Jackson to himselfbecause when all else fails, at least, there would be Jackson waiting for him.

Days turns to weeks and weeks turns tomonths. He covers for Youngjae’s day shift on an odd Tuesday because Youngjae fellsick. It was weird working in the day because there was always someone in thestore and Mark isn’t quite used to being busy during work.

“You’re new, aren’t you?” Small talk wassomething night customers rarely engaged in. In the day shift though, it wasalmost like a requirement. “I’ve never seen you before”

“I usually work the night shift” Mark said,not bothering to look at the customer’s face as he busied himself with scanningthe juices he was buying.

“Is Youngjae sick?” the customer wasobviously a regular. He knew Youngjae was supposed to work today.

“Yeah, he...” Mark’s mouth hangs open whenhe finally glanced at the customer. Now, he was blatantly staring.

In front of Mark’s eyes, stood Jackson. Hiseyes round and dark brown exactly like Mark had imagined it. He wore a blacksnapback and an overly sized t-shirt. He froze as he anticipated Mark to finishhis sentence. But all thoughts have left Mark.

Am I dreaming?

“Are you ok?” the man asked with concernedeyes. Mark wasn’t sure his name was Jackson. It might not be, for all he knows.The man waved his hand slightly at Mark’s dazed expression as he squints at Mark’snametag. “Mark-sshi?”

Mark’s heart fluttered at the way his namerolled of his tongue. It was much better than he imagined. It was much betterthan he had ever thought.

“Who are you?” Mark stuttered, too lost forany other words.

“Hi, my name is Jackson Wang”