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mintchanniemint · 3 years ago

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[angst ; wordcount: 2k]

Pairing: Bang Chan x Reader

pt.1 ; pt.2

[08:49 a.m]

The warm, sweet smell of freshly baked chocolate croissants quickly filled up the small kitchen in Chan's apartment. He had a day off and after going to the bakery nearby to treat himself to a nice breakfast, he checked the mailbox and strangely found, among the different advertising magazines and usual bills he had to pay, a letter addressed to him.

He left it on the counter and kept staring at it while taking big, slow bites of the warm brioche in his hand. His mind started wandering from one thought to another, he really didn't know who could possibly leave a letter to him since he usually kept in touch with people either via emails or texts.

But suddenly, a specific thought flashed in his mind for a fraction of seconds. He stopped chewing on the croissant as he slowly walked closer to the counter and his eyes analyzed the handwriting properly.

"I'm so dumb…"

He mumbled to himself, a big sigh following right away. He left his unfinished breakfast on the small table and his fingers quickly traced his name written on that envelope. It was your handwriting, he couldn't explain why he didn't recognize it the second he saw it, but it was probably because he convinced himself that the two of you weren't gonna cross paths anymore.

What was the content of the letter? Why did you leave a letter? And when? Why not a text message?

Chan quickly shook his head, annoyed by all those unanswered questions floating around in his head, and he rapidly opened the envelope, but he closed it again right away, cowardly.

"Dear Chan…"

That was all he read. Yet, he felt scared. Scared of what you carefully wrote for him in that piece of paper. He felt so small and coward, but at the same time he knew it was wrong to just ignore it. He also had to admit that if he was already over you, he probably wouldn't have felt this way at all.

"Three, two, one…"

He got the piece of paper out of the envelope and took a deep breath before letting his eyes absorb every single word written on it.

"Dear Chan,

Yes, yes it's me. I don't know why I'm not texting you. I promised myself I wouldn't have contacted you but here I am… a coward as usual!"

He lightly bit his bottom lip as he snorted and looked away for a moment. You didn't change at all, no matter how much time had passed.

"But don't expect something long. No, this is something important and I want to keep it as short as possible so you can read this quickly."

His mind was telling him to stop reading.

Why am I even reading this? We're not together anymore-

But he actually cared so much. Cared for a relationship he, himself, had ruined with his own hands.

"Focus, Chan. Focus."

He sounded mad at his own thoughts, and decided to proceed with reading the rest of the letter.

The piece of paper slowly left his hand as it delicately reached the floor, by his feet.

"...so you can read this quickly.

Thank you, Chan. Thank you and sorry.

Thank you for keeping me warm during lonely, cold nights.

Thank you for showing me how bright your eyes can shine whenever you smile.

And thank you for breaking me, too. I was able to get up again, maybe with some scars, but I'm not gonna stay stuck here. We have to move on.

I don't have any bad feelings for you. Thank you for loving me, and thank you for letting me love you.

I'm actually leaving tonight, you know, I acc accepted a job overseas.

I wish you the best, always. "

Leaving?

Why were you leaving? Was it because of him?

A relationship that Chan knew he had completely ruined. He wasn't able to make you as happy as he thought he was, he actually hurt you multiple times and didn't know how to fix it, until it reached a breakpoint. And after letting you down, he just thought it was better to leave you. Because he didn't want to hurt you more than he had already done.

His fingers started running through his messy hair, messing it up even more than it was already ruffled. His mind was running even faster than a few moments earlier and he was feeling somehow lost.

What was he going to do? He noticed that you left the time of your flight in the letter, did he have to meet you there? Were you actually trying to leave a message to him? Were the two of you really over that relationship?

What were you telling him? What was he supposed to do?

"Gosh, this is destroying my mind."

His voice filled the silence in the kitchen with slight anger and confusion.

Did he actually want to go and meet you? Was it going to be worth it? What if you two ended up arguing?

He reached for the piece of paper, leaving it on the table as he tried to finish his breakfast, although his hunger was already more than gone.

His mind once again drifted away as he let the sweet, warm taste of chocolate fill his senses. His eyes focused on those few words at the end of the handwritten letter.

Bite after bite, he could feel his own thoughts getting more and more mixed up.

As he arrived home, he left the grocery bags on the table in the kitchen and sat down, his eyes automatically moving to the handwritten letter, that simple yet scary letter.

He felt like a weird pang in his heart decided to bother him.

As he tried his best not to think about that letter, he tried to get distracted throughout the day; he went out for a stroll, met with some friends, and went grocery shopping. Yet that weird feeling in his chest wasn't leaving him alone. It really felt like something was wrong, not in its place…

Chan took a deep breath and put that letter back in its envelope. He finally made up his mind, there wasn't much time left before you would have left the country. He had to meet you.

"What should I do…"

He sighed soundly, his heart tightening, his throat suddenly feeling dry as his hands caught that piece of paper for the thousandth time that day. Reading and rereading those few sentences, his eyes couldn't help but let his mind memorize the time you had written at the end of the letter. There, before your signature, at the corner of the paper.

[9:23 p.m]

He tried his best to look somehow good; he kept his hands from distractedly ruffling his hair, he didn’t fidget too much with the hem of his coat because he knew he would have ruined it somehow. He didn't want to look like a whole mess, he didn't want that to be the last image you would have had of him vene though it was getting quite difficult for him to hide it.

He sighed once again, leaning his head against the window of the cab, on his way to the airport, as the bright neon lights of the city were occasionally caressing his features while he let the soft, distant music coming out of the radio fill up his mind, accompanying his thoughts.

Chan kept mumbling to himself the time you wrote in that letter as he looked at all the huge screens listing the different flights. He was scared he was late, maybe he didn't understand the letter properly. Maybe it was all something his mind made up for him, maybe-

Once he arrived, he didn't hesitate much before entering that huge building; seeing that huge crowd of people, bright white lights, luggage, voices, smiles, cries.

It felt as if the realization started to hit him.

You were leaving. You were leaving the country, you were leaving him and all the memories you were able to make with him.

And that was going to be his last chance to see you again.

As his mind kept running through irrational thoughts, his eyes met with yours. You were in a queue, waiting for your turn for the check-in. You were wearing a warm coat, a black scarf covering and warming up your neck while your fingers were distractedly tapping on your suitcase.

Chan felt like time stopped the moment your eyes met with his. He just looked at you, a little bit out of breath, as one of his hands went through his hair, ruffling it. He bit his lip and looked down for a second, probably cursing at himself for ruining his looks.

You mentally pointed out how his hair was longer than you remembered. Before you could notice anything else, it was finally your turn to the check-in. Your mind kept giving you so many rushed thoughts, as if you were somehow thrilled to be seeing him after so long. You unconsciously didn’t expect to see him, you had to admit it. So much had happened in the past months; since seeing him at work was getting unbearable, you asked for a shift with a colleague in order not to see him when you were there, not even on accident and then you got that job offer and didn’t even think about it twice before accepting. You saw it as a chance to leave everything behind.

Chan quietly stayed there, his hands both in the pockets of his coat as his eyes couldn't leave, not even for a second, your figure.

As Chan saw you walk closer to him, he froze. He felt like he was supposed to run away, as if he couldn't face you nor deserve to even talk to you.

"Have a safe flight!"

You thanked the lady in front of you with a smile and a nod as you walked away from that huge queue, directed to the gate for your flight.

You kept getting closer and closer to where he was standing.

His heart was racing, that ache not leaving his chest as your figure just kept getting cleaner and closer to his eyes.

You stopped a few steps far from him, enough to hear each other.

"Hey, you got the letter."

"Yeah, I did. I… I did, yeah."

As you were able to better observe his face, you noticed how his eyes were weary, his hair was messy because of excessive ruffling and he overall looked so exhausted. You couldn’t help but worry for him.

"Are you okay-"

"Chan, it's not just your fault-"

"I'm sorry."

He blurted out so quickly, he probably didn’t even hear your question. His eyes not brave anymore to keep eye contact with yours.

"I should have known better. It is my fault."

"It's okay. Maybe we just weren't meant to be."

"Don't... say that."

His voice sounded full of pain and regret as you slowly walked closer to him.

You gently placed two fingers under his chin, encouraging him to make his eyes focus on yours.

"Then, Chan… Do something to make me stay."

Those few, painful words left your lips in a hidden, loud and surreal cry as your eyes were trying to stay strong and keep eye contact with him.

Chan was there, in front of you, his lips slightly parted as you could tell panic was slowly filling his mind. His hands ruffled his slightly long hair again and as he did so, you started taking a few steps back, ready to turn and walk away.

“Anything.”

You insisted, your hand leaving his chin.

And you suddenly found yourself in that warm, familiar hug. A hug you had missed for months, already. A hug you thought you were not going to experience anymore.

"Stop it!"

His loud voice pierced your ears, followed by a swift, messy row of footsteps sounding louder and louder as you felt his hand grabbing you by the arm.

"Whatever I try to say, it will only make things worse."

He mumbled between soft sobs as you could feel his embrace getting tighter around your waist.

"Maybe it's just supposed to go this way."

You tried to hide your trembling voice as much as possible as you closed your eyes, your hands now reciprocating the desperate hug.

"Thanks for letting me love you, Chan."

"I'm so sorry."

He let his words leave his lips in a low, trembling whisper as he tried to feel that hug as much as he could.

"... I'm sorry I wasn't worth it-"

"You were."

You broke the hug and looked at him one last time with a light smile painting your lips as your eyes were starting to get filled with tears.

"You're a whole mess, Chan."

You lightly giggled as you wiped his tears with your thumb. He didn’t say anything back, so you decided to hold him in a last, warm hug.

Your figure getting more and more blurred to Chan's teary eyes as he finally let you go.

"It's gonna be alright. Believe me."

You caressed his cheeks one last time before you had to turn your back and walk away, the loud, robotic announcement voice mentioning your flight as you kept moving one step after the other.

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randomfandomimagine · 5 years ago

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Not My Type (Steve x Reader)

Character: Steve Harrington Fandom: Stranger Things Categories: Gender Neutral Reader, Pinning, Flirting Warnings: None Word Count: 5k words Summary: Steve may need a little help with one of his classes, and Y/N is willing to give it to him. The two might just end up being more than just ‘study buddies’, though. Notes: Sorry if the pacing is a bit off in this one, I changed a lot of things and took me some work to finish it. But I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it :)

The bell rang, signalizing the end of the class. I gathered my things and stood up, heading for the door to go to my next class. However, I stopped myself when I realized something.

Steve was resting his forehead against the desk in what seemed an exasperated gesture. I tilted my head and cleared my throat. He looked up, bearing a look of utter helplessness and dismay that went along well with his body language. His brows furrowed as he looked at me in expectation.

“Hey, you okay?” I asked him, worried about his demeanor.

“Yeah…” He sighed, leaning back on the chair with a pout. “I’m fine”

“What’s wrong then, Steve?”

“Nothing... I just suck at this subject” My eyes immediately moved to the exam that rested over his desk, but he quickly turned it around so I couldn’t see its contents. “No big deal”

To take importance out of it, he showed me a smile that didn’t quite convince me. That sad look he bore reminded me of a puppy and made me want to cheer him up.

I absently looked up to realize everyone else had already left the classroom. Then I picked up my own paper and looked at it for a moment when he curiously watched me, even if still a little feebly.

“I got an A…” I shrugged a little, holding my paper up to prove it.

“Congratulations” He bitterly said, standing up from his seat and taking a step. However, he stopped himself and turned back to me. “Sorry, I am actually happy for you, I just…”

“What I meant is…” I chuckled at the fact that he hadn’t gotten it at first. “I could give you a hand. You know, be study buddies?”

“Study buddies?” He was a bit surprised, and I didn’t really blame him.

We had many classes together and we had spoken every now and then. We had even been in more than one group project together too. But we weren’t really close enough to hang out outside of school.

“If you want” I rolled my eyes, feeling a little silly for suggesting it. “I mean…”

“You would do that?” Steve exclaimed in excitement. “That’s so nice of you, Y/N!”

“Sure, I would hate to know you failed English” I smiled at him, earning a smile back. “Especially if I could do something about it”

“That would be great!” Fidgeting around, he absently fixed his hair. “Seriously, thank you!”

“See you at the library?” I asked him, tilting my head. “Five o’clock”

“I’ll be there!” Now more lively, he grabbed his backpack and threw it over his shoulder.

“Great” I nodded as we both walked outside the classroom.

“Thanks, Y/N!” He touched my arm and gave it a gentle squeeze. “You’re the best!”

I watched him run off, smiling to myself. I was definitely curious to see what happened on the afternoon.

When we met at the library, we went right to business. I briefly turned to add another book to the pile Steve was carrying. He didn’t say anything as he continued following me. I let my eyes wander around the shelves, searching for any useful books.

“Hey!” Steve complained behind me. He probably noticed the last book’s cover. “How is this helpful to me?”

“Um…” I played dumb as I kept on walking and dragging my finger through the spines.

“This is one’s for you, isn’t it?” There was a certain amusement in his voice. “One of those books you’re always talking about”

I grinned when he nudged the books against my back. Being coy and innocent, I shrugged a little.

“It’s just some light reading” I playfully pouted at him over my shoulder. “Since we’re here”

“I can’t believe you” He scoffed, going along with my playfulness. “You’re supposed to be helping me study”

“I am, I promise!”

“No, you’re using me as an excuse to come pick up a lame fantasy book”

“Well…”

“You’re gonna have to make up for it”

I turned around and faced him, lifting a suspicious brow at him. He dedicated me a charming and somewhat cute grin.

“Wanna go out sometime?” His unexpected offer caused me to laugh so loudly in the middle of the loud silence that people shushed me. For a moment I forgot I was in a librray.

I grabbed another book to add it to his pile and looked him right in the eye. His grin didn’t falter.

“Nice try, Harrington” I played along, pushing my hair away from my face.

“What, why?” He hurried to catch up with me as I left the room and headed for the reception. “I’m good-looking, you’re good-looking…”

I shook my head at how silly he was being. In the few times we had talked, I noticed he was always goofying around like that, so I always followed along. I did, however, feel my cheeks burning at the compliment. I was glad I was facing my back to him in case I was blushing.

“No offense, Steve” I muttered as I calmly arrived to the counter. “But you’re not my type”

I stood at the queue, waiting for people to be done checking their books in or out.

“Not your…” He stuttered, apparently too offended to even speak. “What do you mean I’m not your type?”

I shrugged, not really knowing how to explain it, I just wasn’t attracted to him. Not that he was being serious anyway.

“That hurt me, Y/N” He frowned in a phony sobbing voice. “That hurt me right here”

When he pointed to his chest, I had to chuckle at his stupidity because he almost dropped all of the books while he did. He smiled in response, a soft genuine smile. The more time I spent with him, the more I realized why he was so popular. Or had been.

We were now next in queue, and Steve slammed the books on the counter. I had to sniffle a chuckle when the noise resonated all around the room. He looked around in embarrassment, receiving some glares from studying or reading people, and just smiled politely at them.

“Smooth, Harrington” I teased him, to which he glared at me.

“Card?” The librarian tiredly asked, holding her hand up.

“Oh, uh…” Steve stuttered, staring at the woman.

“Here it is” I said, offering her mine before turning to him. “You better return them on time”

“Thanks” Once the lady was done checking the books out, he picked them up again. “I will, Scout’s honor”

I chuckled, knowing he had not been a Scout, but ignored him.

As we said goodbye to the receptionist, I was about to go get us a table. But Steve’s hand tapped my arm to catch my attention.

“Maybe we should go somewhere else” He muttered over the loud silence. “Somewhere we can actually talk”

“Where can we go?”

“How about my place? My folks aren’t home”

I thought about it for a moment. Ultimately, it was probably for the best. Anywhere else, like a park, would be too loud and crowded. My parents were home and I didn’t want to randomly bring him, so it was our best option.

“Okay”

“Cool, my car is not far”

He nodded towards the door and we both headed outside, Steve still carrying the books himself. We were walking together to where he had parked the car when he suddenly stopped.

“What’s-?” Before I could even ask, I got my answer.

“Hello there, ladies” Steve greeted a group of girls that passed by. He sent them an attractive grin that surprised me.

They flirtatiously giggled in response. In an attempt to wave at them, Steve then dropped all the books. The girls laughed again, this time at his clumsiness, before walking away.

“You okay over there, Steve?” I crouched down to help him pick up the books.

“Yeah” He nonchalantly replies, quickly taking the books back from me.

I smiled to myself, noticing how he pushed a tuft of hair away from his eyes with a head movement. There was a pronounced blush on his cheeks.

“See you around!” Steve exclaimed to the girls. They were already a bit far.

I chuckled in amusement and shook my head. We continued walking in silence, but I stared at him. Why was it so important for him to impress some girls he didn’t even know?

“Why are you staring at me?” Steve inquired, demanding an answer.

“Oh, nothing” I calmly told him with a playful shrug. “Nothing at all, Romeo”

“No, no, you’re judging me” He nodded his head to reinforce his affirmation.

“Not at all, Mr. Cool Guy” To soften my teasing, I sweetly smiled at him.

Steve shook his head, handing me the books for a moment. It was then when I realized we had arrived back to his car. He pulled out the keys and unlocked it.

We both got in –me resting the books over my lap –and secured our seatbelts. Then Steve started the car and turned the radio on to some rock music.

Before he pulled out of the parking spot, he turned to me and gave me a cute smile. I smiled in return, appreciating those endearing gestures of his. They seemed genuine, but felt so unlike him. Or rather, unlike the preconception I had of him.

Everyone, included myself, saw him as King Steve. The popular kid. The handsome and charming boy. The one that always got his way. The one everybody loved. Steve ‘the hair’ Harrington.

I saw him differently. Not the cool guy that tried to gather the attention of some pretty girls that walked by. But the guy that got nervous about it and dropped the books he was holding. And that was the boy I was interested in, that I kind of wanted to be my friend.

I knew things had changed with him. A while back, he would have made fun of me for loving books so much. Probably would have called me a nerd or something. But now he was really cool about it, even to the point of showing interest about my love for them whenever it came up in our sporadic conversations. It made me want to know Steve. The real Steve Harrington.

“Hey, Steve?” I broke the silence only interrupted by the music.

“Yeah”

“Can I ask you a question?”

“You just did”

“I-“ I was about to retaliate, but the smirk that appeared on his lips turned soft.

“Sorry, go ahead” Not taking his eyes off the road, he kindly patted my knee.

“I’m just curious… Why did you stop hanging out with Tommy H. and Carol?”

He took a bit to reply, and when he did it was slightly hesitant.

“Well… We were friends since we were little” His fingers tapped on the steering wheel. Then he shrugged and continued talking. “Until I realized they were… assholes”

“Took you long enough” I joked, remembering how they always made fun of everyone.

Including me, since I usually preferred the company of a god book over anyone. They always said I was a weirdo who had no friends. At first I defended myself saying I had friends, but Jonathan Byers wasn’t good enough for them. And after that, when I began to get along with Nancy, that didn’t help either. So I eventually stopped caring. I let them think whatever they wanted about me.

“Yeah” Steve chuckled, bringing me back to reality.

His eyebrows furrowed, and he stirred in the seat. If it weren’t because he was driving, I would have expected him to turn his back to me. I decided to lighten up the tension. It wasn’t my intention to make things awkward. I asked because I was genuinely curious.

“Or maybe you were as big of an asshole”

“Wh-“ His eyes fell over me instantly, but I smiled at him.

Seeing my genuine and playful smile, he did too. His shoulders immediately relaxed, and he laughed a little.

Steve nodded with enthusiasm, shoving a cookie into his mouth. I took another one, glad that he had the wonderful idea to recharge fuel by eating some snacks.

Somehow, our session study had become a rant about my favorite books. One moment we were reading the books we took from the library, taking notes about essay writing, and suddenly he was listening in awe as I told him about the fantasy and science fiction tropes.

“Oh, like that Terminator movie!” He said with a mouthful of chocolate chip cookie.

“Yeah...” I rolled my eyes a little. “There’s time travel in that too”

“Nice” When he was finished wolfing it down, he reached for another one.

I took the plate away from his reach and cocked an eyebrow at him.

“Enough talking about me, we were studying and…” I stopped midsentence when a suspicion grew in my mind. “Oh, you’re sneaky, Harrington”

“What?” He asked with an angelical expression that I didn’t buy.

“You had me rambling as means of procrastination!”

“I would never!”

“You doofus”

I rolled my eyes at him again when he casually stood up from the chair and plopped down on his bed. I turned to look at him as he smirked, placing his arms behind his head.

Grabbing the plate, I threw a cookie at him. I laughed when he tried to catch it with his mouth. He missed. Then he scrambled around the folds of the duvet to grab it and eat it.

“That’s low…” I muttered, eating another cookie myself.

“I was genuine enjoying hearing you talk, though” Steve assured from the bed, speaking with his mouth full. “About your fantasy books and stuff”

“Sure you were” Seeing as the study session was over, I began tidying the messy desk.

“I was! You love books so much, it’s great”

“Not that again…”

“What?” He grinned with that flirtatious smolder that he seemed to have perfected. “You’re cute, I’m cute”

I paused, finishing putting some order into the mess of books, papers and pens. Then I turned to him and tiredly tilted my head.

“Not my type” I only said, standing up and already going for the door.

“Give me a good reason” Steve jumped to his feet, taking me by the arm.

“For starters, there’s more to life than being in a relationship” I softly pushed him away, going for the door to leave. “And besides, what’s the point of one if there are no feelings? Not to mention that we’re supposed to be studying instead of flirting”

“I… Well…” He tilted his head, not knowing how to respond to that.

“So my job here is done” I turned the doorknob and walked into the hallway. “That reason enough for you?”

Steve called me, immediately following after me. I laughed at his goofiness.

“Enough, you flirt!” I pushed him when he tried to get closer to me.

“Give you a ride home?” He pouted his bottom lip at me, and I had to laugh.

“Okay...” I replied, even if I rolled my eyes. “You nerd...”

Steve Harrington was just annoyingly charming.

The bell signalizing the end of the classes rang. The noise echoed around the hallways. I left the class and headed for my locker. However, a certain someone kept popping up in my mind.

I had studied with Steve for weeks. We got so close that some days we didn’t even study, but ended up being lazy instead. I blamed him entirely. But it was fun to just chat with him. He always listened to me when I found myself rambling, often about books. I also ‘put up with him’ as I told him when he began talking about movies. And we often ended up watching one of them in his couch. I had to smile a little at the thought. That doofus had gotten under my skin after all.

We had stopped hanging out as often, though, because of his resit exam. We had become really close, but he was busy doing some hardcore revising on his own.

Almost like he read my mind and noticed I was missing him, he appeared. I had to hold back a smile to his mere presence.

“Y/N!!” I turned when I heard my name being called and I recognized his voice. “Look!!”

I chuckled in surprise when I saw him running my direction, holding up what I assumed was his exam. There was a big red circle drawn on the paper, and inside it was the letter B.

“No way!!” I exclaimed, also noticing a small plus sign next to the grade. “That’s awesome!”

“B+!!” He ran to me, swinging his arms in pure euphoria, until he reached me.

“I’m so happy for you, I-“ I squeaked when he suddenly wrapped his arms around me.

Steve squeezed me against him and lifted me off the ground, no doubt getting carried away. Seemingly unbothered by his outburst, he put me down and smiled widely at me.

“Thank you so much!” He waved the paper in my face like a child. “I couldn’t have done this without you”

“Obviously” I sarcastically replied, but my entire façade crumbled.

In his excitement, Steve had just leaned in and kissed me in the cheek. I couldn’t have foreseen that, neither the butterflies that magically appeared in my stomach.

I chuckled, a bit flustered by the gesture, and absently closed my locker.

I was suddenly reminded of how our hands brushed together in the popcorn bowl whenever we watched a movie together in his house. How we sat so closely that our sides touched. And sometimes I got sleepy and my head fell on his shoulder. How he would smile that beautiful smile and tease me about it. I had to shake those thoughts away.

“Glad I could help, you doofus” I stood there awkwardly, wondering how to act normally.

“We should celebrate it!” He excitedly took my hand in his and tugged at it.

I clenched my jaw, suddenly realizing how many of those gesture we did on a daily basis. They hadn’t bothered me before, but now… Now they awoke feelings me that… That I just wasn’t sure I was ready to face. When did I fall for Steve Harrington?

“Say, why don’t we go out to grab something to eat?” He wiggled his eyebrows at me, apparently oblivious to my mental breakdown. “I’m craving a burger”

I hesitated, but the innocent look in his brown eyes broke me. All the tension I had gathered disappeared at the sight of that adorable expression. I chuckled, almost relieved to be by his side.

“Sure” I linked my arm with his, a normal gesture that had different meaning now. “Let’s go get that burger”

“You okay?” He casually asked me as we left the high school building. “I expected you to say something like ‘I’m surprised you were smart enough to pass’ or some shit”

“Maybe I’m just happy for you, stupid” I shrugged, squeezing closer to him. “I’m just in a good mood”

“That’s new” He joked, nudging me a little.

“Shut up” I slapped him in the chest, making him laugh.

But I didn’t separate from him, instead resting my cheek against his upper arm. I felt such a strong urge to be as close to him as possible. Stupid Steve Harrington and his charm.

I couldn’t do that anymore. I thought that maybe I was too close to him, that my feelings would fade if I distanced a bit. But even after days of not hanging out with him, not even for our tradition of watching movies together, nothing changed. In fact, I just missed him even more than usual.

So one day I showed up at his house, knowing his parents were out of town again. When he opened the door, he received me in his pijamas.

“Y/N!” His face lit up at the sight of me. A smile spread across his lips.

“Hi” I greeted him, nibbling on my bottom lip.

“Um…” He suddenly blushed, looking down to his outfit, and subtly combed his hair with his fingers. “What are you doing here?”

I shrugged as I frantically searched for a cool thing to say.

“It just felt odd being away from you for so long” I muttered, flustered at the fond look he gave me. I corrected myself, rolling my eyes at him. “I guess I just got too used to your annoying self”

To my surprise, instead of being bothered by it, he laughed. With a flourish, he bowed and stepped to the side. Obliging, I came in and followed after him.

“So…” Steve innocently put his hands behind his back. “What did I do this time?”

“Huh?”

“What did I do, to make you mad?”

“I wasn’t... mad”

“Then why did you… disappear?”

“I didn’t disappear”

Steve arched his eyebrows at me, not buying it. I averted my gaze, feeling my cheeks flushing. I couldn’t just tell him how I felt. For one, I would never hear the end of it. And besides, it wasn’t like he reciprocated.

We didn’t move from the spot for a moment. I could feel his eyes on me still. I just remained quiet until he broke the silence.

“Whatever” He casually put an arm over my shoulders. “I missed you”

“Of course you did” I grinned at him, forcing myself to look into his brown eyes.

“Bet you missed me too, huh?” He wiggled his eyebrows at me and I pushed him away.

It all felt slightly awkward and forced, but it was to be expected. We hadn’t seen each other for a week or two. And I wasn’t my usual self around him either.

I distanced myself away from him, navigating through the living room and outdoors. His presence lingered behind me, closely following.

I heaved a sigh as I looked for something to say, something stupid or playful to break the silence. Maybe offering to watch a movie, but which one? I just wanted it not to be awkward.

“You’re acting strange lately, you know?” He randomly said, breaking the painful silence.

“Huh?” I had heard him, but wasn’t expecting him to say anything.

“Did I do something that bothered you or…?” Steve watched me intently.

“I…” I looked away, setting my glance on the pool. “Maybe?”

“Well, shit… Great…” He rolled his eyes and crossed his arms over his chest. “Seriously, What did I do now?”

I suppressed a smile, finding even that endearing. I was so frustrated with myself for giving in. What was wrong with me?!

“I just…” I forced myself to lock eyes with him. “It’s when you joke around and flirt with me, I guess it’s gotten old”

“Oh” He chuckled, again, awkwardly. “So that’s why”

“I just… I don’t even know why you keep doing it, it’s not like you mean it” I wrung my hands, avoiding eye contact with him again. “It’s not like you have actual feelings”

“Maybe I do feel something” He replied quickly. Too quickly to have been a joke.

I looked up and into his eyes. They were wide open in panic. He parted his lips, but no sounds came out. My heart was racing at the realization. I had to do something to fix the embarrassment.

“You’re an idiot, you know that?” I shoved him a bit, and he smiled in relief.

For a moment, Steve didn’t say anything still. He just looked at me fondly, further confirming those words that just slipped out. But that they were genuine.

“Those are mighty words for someone standing right next to a pool” He finally said, bearing a playful tone.

I looked behind me to realize I was almost at the edge. I must have moved without realizing. I blamed him and the stupid effect he had on me. His closeness was overwhelming, even if comforting and exhilarating.

“Don’t you dare” I pointed a finger at him menacingly.

An evil plan was slowly forming in my mind, and I had to hold back a smirk.

“Or what?” Steve naturally replied, stepping closer.

“Or you’ll regret it” I planted my feet to avoid him forcing me to step back. “You’ll see”

“That’s totally adorable” He mockingly wrinkled his nose at me. “You think you’re intimidating”

“Try me, Harrington” I put my hands on my hips, cocking an eyebrow.

“Okay, Y/L/N” He was cheeky enough to step up again, knowing I would react.

I took a step backwards, too flustered by the closeness. He didn’t even know the effect he had on me and I had to try really hard not to look down to his lips. I hated him so much at that moment. But I would have my revenge.

“No, Steve, I...” I frowned, locking eyes with him. “Seriously, don’t you dare”

“You know what?” He frowned a little, putting his hands on my arms. “You’re right”

I eyed him carefully, not trusting him for a second. I opened my mouth to speak when I recognized the mischievous smirk on his face, but it was too late.

He pushed me, and I inevitably yelped as I fell into the pool with a loud splash. I sank and barely managed to lift my head to the surface, coughing up water.

“Steve!” I called him, helplessly splashing in the water. “I can’t swim!”

“Oh, shit!!” I heard him muttering right before he dove right in. He didn’t even take his shoes off or anything.

I submerged, but soon I felt Steve’s arms wrapping around me and keeping me afloat. He leaned me against him and held me up. His hair stuck to his face, but he just whipped his head to keep it out of his eyes.

“You okay?” He urged me, gently wiping my wet hair from my forehead. “Y/N, you alright?”

“Just so you know…” I said, pausing and analyzing the panicked expression he bore. “Actual drowning people don’t usually have the time to call for help”

“But…” He mouthed, no actual sounds leaving his lips. “What?!”

I laughed a little, but Steve rolled his eyes. He let go of me, but I held him by the shoulders. Steve was always so calm, cool and collected that it was fun to see him out of his element.

His arms returned to their spot around my frame and he eyed me warily. I gave him an innocent grin, but he shook his head at me.

“I-I... Y/N, you, I’m...” He stuttered, unable to say any coherent words.

“Serves you right, you nerd” I playfully grinned, hoping I didn’t ruin things.

“That wasn’t funny, Y/N!” Steve complained, heaving a shaky sigh.

“It was, a little”

“No, it wasn’t!”

“Maybe you shouldn’t have thrown me into the pool”

“I can’t believe you!”

“What, did I scare you? Was little Stevie worried about me?”

“Well, yeah!” He exclaimed, making me chuckle.

“Are you blushing?” I playfully caressed his cheek, but he swatted me away.

Before his hand could leave mine, though, I held on to it. He really wasn’t taking the hint yet, huh.

“What are you doing?” There was still a faint flush on his cheeks, but now his eyebrows were furrowed as well.

“For such a big flirt, you’re pretty oblivious” I smirked in amusement at the effect I had on him.

“What...?” To be honest, the way he frowned was pretty cute. Like a confused puppy, with head tilt and all. My heart skipped a beat at the sight.

“Steve…” I chuckled, spreading my smile to his lips.

“So I am your type, after all” The adorable innocent expression was soon replaced with the usual cool flirty one as he recovered. “I knew it!”

“Not really, you’re just-” Before I could finish my sentence, Steve continued.

“No, yeah, totally! I mean, maybe it’s that you don’t have a type” He scoffed, almost talking to himself now. “Because if you did I would probably be it, I’m everyone’s type! Well, maybe not everyone’s but… I mean, I’m an idiot… I’m just used to people liking me and I wanted you to like me and… shit, that sounded really stupid, huh, I-“

Needing him to shut up already, I put my hand on his nape and shoved him closer to me. His lips had just looked so enticing that I needed to taste them. When they finally pressed against mine, I closed my eyes in pure bliss.

I hadn’t expected to be overcome with so many feelings when we kissed, but if anything, that was further proof that I liked him. A lot. My skin tingled, butterflies flew in my stomach, and the kiss was so wonderful that I didn’t want to stop. We only did when we realized we were gasping for air as we had been passionately moving our lips in sync.

When we did, Steve looked me in the eyes. I chuckled in embarrassment and he grinned. Our foreheads touched, and we infected the laughter to the other in low chuckles.

We lingered in that position for several seconds, gently holding on to each other as we floated in the pool. There were no words, no sounds, just the murmur of our breathing and the soft swaying of the water. Steve and I looked into each other’s eyes, seemingly entranced by what we saw in each other. By the tenderness and adoration in each other’s glances. And it was perfect.

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lifeofateenageauthor · 4 years ago

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A Higher Plane

Chapter 1

Second To Midnight

“Look, I don’t actually want to be your friend.” Blake could not fathom how that was hard to understand.

“Blake, please listen to me.” Her voice was clingy, desperate even. It revolted him in the same way it had when his step-dad had insisted that they sit down and watch NASCAR together. A pitiful excuse for bonding time was what it boiled down to in the end. “No. The protest is tomorrow. I don’t care if you show up. You can do whatever the fuck you want.” It wasn't like his feelings had mattered when it turned out she had been in a relationship the entire time.

“I just think we should talk.”

“I don’t care what you think.” The whining was too much, he couldn't take it.

“I know it was my fault. But neither of us really tried to salvage it.”

“If it’s not clear to you, I don’t want it anymore. I don’t want you again. Ever.”

“Blake, please.”

“No, I’m done being some late night hook up. It’s not what I want.” “It’s not what I want either.” Like hell it isn't, Blake thought.

“We talked about this. I’m moving back to Paris. I’ve sold my LA apartment. We’re done, Winona.”

“Please.”

“No, Winona. I’m done. Stop calling me.”

His heart was crossed, his veins felt tangled as he struggled to calm his racing pulse. Protestors were already on the streets, and he had yet to finish his briefing with the other organisers. They stood around, a lot less tense than they probably should have been. Susanna, with her dark, gleaming skin that contradicted her being an Angeleno born and raised in downtown LA where less than one in ten people were african american, handed them each a megaphone. He strengthened his grip on the object; they needed to be strong. Lest the campaign come crashing to the floor under the weight of the protestors’ expectations and the resistance of the oppressors.

As an offer to the people who haven’t already done it, they set up a station with the Bail Fund Project, where protestors queue up to have the BFP’s phone number written on their arm in case they got arrested. Blake wrote the number on the arm of a young, trans woman, mechanically dragging the sharpie across her skin, as though he couldn’t feel the veins that led blood to every cell and made her human. He had decided that it shouldn’t be personal, he had promised himself that the moment he had seen the amount of people who had signed up for the protest. To make it personal would be to lose the overview. And if he lost the overview, that was it.

The police were there already, cocooned in bullet proof vests, helmets and shin guards, unlike the last ‘Higher Plane’ protest. Their trucks and cars barricaded the sides of the road, leading to an empty CVS parking lot the police had turned into a beehive of activity, officers watching them with peeled eyes, the National Guard flexing their semi-automatic weapons waiting to impose the curfew they had set for three in the afternoon.

Blake was in charge of the middle-right section. As they started moving, he fell into place amongst the signs and fists being thrown into the air. The crowd was at least double the size of the previous protest last week. His eyes scanned the crowd continuously, like a metal detector at the airport. Susanna’s voice drifted back to them, her strong words infiltrating the crowd, like ribbons of courage being transmitted through airwaves. “Despite our differences, we are strong! Despite our differences, we are united!”

She had always had more of a bond with people of colour, even though he had always gotten top marks in history. On the other hand, he appealed more to the queer community; evident from the outpoor of positivity on his social media. That’s why they worked well together; people tended to trust their own, but if you could suddenly convince that group that a certain other group was worth allying with, they could stand stronger and taller. Especially when it came to the overlap, people like Winona who was a queer woman of colour. Ugh shit, stop thinking about her. Like the trade unions that allowed this type of police behaviour to be the norm, that when you collect enough people with the same goal, your collective bargaining power skyrockets and you’re more likely to get what you want.

With every step he took, he could feel the government rulings crumble into every crack in the pavement. He was surrounded by diversity. The collelliosion of the us’es had succeeded. The collision he had created. Men and women. Black and white. Gay and straight. LGBT. Black Lives Matter. The Women’s Movement. He watched them stand up for each other and it was glorious. Their movement was glowing. These personal stories were their Higher Plane. Higher than political divides and cultural differences. Finally, this was their success, and he felt drunk on it. Their protesting chants and yells morphed into euphoria and carried him with fumes, soft like clouds.

Dusk was still hours away from setting in as he watched the protestors around him slowly disperse, unnecessarily rushed by the police. About halfway through the march he had realised that he could no longer hear Susanna in front of him, and similarly he came back to find that she was not in their organiser’s tent for the debriefing. He asked around, but all just shrugged, suggesting that she had probably gone home and forgot to tell them.

The traffic light turned green and he accelerated, drumming his fingers against the steering wheel. A shrill, siren cut through the air and he quickly looked forward, left, right and checked his mirrors. Seeing no police or ambulance, he continued his purposeful cruise. The last thing he wanted to do was tap the break. He had places to be and deals to make to change the world. His phone rang, the opening chords to Sam Tsui’s “Second To Midnight” filling the silence of the car. He realised he had forgotten to turn on the radio. As soon as he tapped the answering icon on his dashboard, Susanna exclaimed, “Blake?!”

“Yes?” he answered absentmindedly, browsing through dinner options.

“Fuck, Blake, they shot someone!” Her pitch was hysterical, like a horn at a football match. It took him a good second of staring out of the windshield blankly before he realised what she had said.

“What?”

“The police shot a black protester.”

“Shit.” He could almost taste it on his tongue, the tear gas they had used. “Do you know who?”

“I think her name was Scott. Yeah, Winona Scott.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah.” At her response, he went quiet like the night, his mind thundering. “Blake are you there?”

“Yeah, sorry. I’m here.”

“They took her to LAC and USC medical center.”

“Is she going to make it?”

“I don’t know.” She sighed. “I’m heading there now.”

“I’ll meet you there in ten minutes.” Too late, he realised he might have sounded too eager.

“Blake, that's really kind, but it’s okay. You don’t need to be there.”

“It’s the right thing.” I need to be there.

“Okay, I’ll meet you in the lobby.”

“Thanks for telling me.”

“No worries, I called around to the others too.”

The waiting room was cold, there definitely wasn’t any heating in the floor, but Blake’s sweaty back stuck to the cheap plastic chairs anyway. He had been greeted by Winona’s mother, who had understandably been in tears. He had asked what the doctors had said. She had said she didn’t know anything yet. So much for good news. His knee bounced, a stress mechanism out of his control.

“Winona Scott?” A doctor called.

“Yes?” Mrs Scott got up to follow the doctor down a hallway and Blake felt his heart pick up as he watched them walk away.

The doctor was somber as he led her into a small, sparse room. “Please, come with me. Sit down.” He motioned to a chair that seemed only marginally more comfortable than those in the waiting room. “Mrs Scott, your daughter was in critical condition coming in. He passed away during the operation. My condolences. The bullet had graced both the heart and the aorta. There was nothing we could do.”

Blake knew it wasn’t good the moment he saw the way Mrs Scott walked back with her chin tucked towards her chest. “What did the doctor say?” His words were feeble.

“She’s dead. My daughter’s dead.”

“Blake.” Susanna approached him with the cup of black coffee he had asked for. He couldn’t fathom getting out of his seat. Maybe if he sat here long enough the doctor would come back and say they had been mistaken, that Winona was okay. She placed a hand on his shoulder, urging him to look at her. “A man called Jakob Webber just called. Do you know him?”

“No. Why did he call?” He chose not to look at her, favouring the straight outlines of the floor tiles that intersected so neatly.

“He’s an independent activist in Pontoise in France.”

“In France?” If this movement was something he wanted to take home with him, he wasn’t sure. And handing it to another person was drastic. “Yeah. He wanted to organise a rally under our campaign name. I told him I’d get back to him. What should I tell him?”

“Tell him no.”

“Are you sure?”

“A woman just died. I’m sure.”

“Okay, I’ll call him.”

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souleater1987 · 5 years ago

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Sticky Notes (FriendlyPack Fic)

Title: Sticky Notes

Pairing: Stan Wheeler x Jimmy Bending (FriendlyPack)

Summary: Stan and Jimmy had been boyfriends for a while now and Stan thought of a perfect 1st anniversary date for jimmy. He places sticky notes with clues of where he is. With their friends helping Stan with the idea. At the end of the scavenger hunt, Jimmy finds Stan wearing a blue tuxedo with his signature Fannypack standing on the place where they first met.

Disclaimer: It’s been months since i last write something. Hope it’s not too bad! ((Special thanks to @huffle-puff-ego and @missfeisty199 for the help))

Words: 2,668 words (Not including THIS and ABOVE)

“Sunflower?”

He asked as he opened his eyes. The bed was empty and cold, missing a certain person. His eyes wondered around the room he was in, and then he stumbled upon a yellow sticky note on the pillow next to him. He picked it up and already recognized the handwriting that it belongs to his love. He smiled and whispered to himself the words;

“Good Morning, Friendly.

There’s breakfast ready for you in the kitchen!

Drink plenty of water!

Love, Fannypack”

He smiled and went towards their kitchen. He sat down and digs in the wonderful food his sunflower made for him, and of course drank plenty of water. After his stomach was full, he then noticed another yellow note sticking on the flower vase in front of him. It reads:

“A water a day keeps the thirst away!

I know you’re confused right now from all

This notes but don’t freak out! I’m at the

Hospital-“

He didn’t even finish reading the note and quickly dressed up and went running out the apartment. He burst through the door scaring some people next to him. He apologized and ran to his car. Arms fiddling to unlock the car door while cursing out such colorful words. His heart beating fast and his mind thinking all the possible bad things that happened to his sunflower. Snapped out of it Jimmy! His fine.

When the engine is on, he quickly drove towards the hospital. Ignoring the red lights and cars that are honking on his fast driving. He could probably be pulled by a police by speeding but that’s none of his concern at the moment. After what felt like an eternity, -when it was only 4 minutes thanks to his driving-, he finally arrived at the hospital. Bursting through the glass door, shocking some patients and nurses. Brenda, the receptionist, was on her place staring at what was happening. Trying her best to not full on laughing at Jimmy’s full on outburst. The man was yelling his sunflower’s name to people asking where he is and running from A to B. Brenda, with her amusement quenched, called the man over. Not even a second later, his already in front of her.

“You bitch! Where’s Stan? You stole him from me did you!? Oh my fucking god! When I found him, I’ll kill you and-“

“Jimmy, chill. Your boyfriend is fine. But he told me to give you this.” She then gave him a yellow sticky note. And it read;

“I’m sorry for scaring you! I didn’t mean to give

You a heart attack! But remember all the times

We were put here and waited for each other?

Fun memories, I say!

I’m at the police station! And no I am not in trouble!

Love, Fannypack”

He let out a sigh of relief. “Sorry about my sudden outburst, Brenda.” He said embarrassingly. She rolled her eyes and nodded. Pointing at the door and said, “Whatever, just go get your man or something”. Jimmy’s cheeks turn a slight shade of pink. His still not used to hearing someone pointed out that his in a full on relationship. His not thinking it in a bad way! Don’t get him wrong, his so proud that as amazing and handsome as Stan is his boyfriend. Hell, every time he and Stan went out holding hands, they’re not afraid to show it off.

He shook his head, stopping the voices in his head to write a long ass essay of his life. He put on the ignition and head out to the police station. He turned on the radio to engulf the silence and continue driving. When he finally arrived at the front of the police station, he turned off the ignition and step out the car. The blue haired man walked in the door and saw Lieutenant Ziggy on the counter. The policeman waved him over.

“Hey Jimmy, what brings you here-“

“Ziggy, shut up. I know Stan said something for me so just zip it” He said and slammed his hands on the counter. The policeman sighed and gave him another yellow sticky note with the same handwriting. It said:

“To be honest I have no idea why the next location is the police station.

Maybe because it’s the only thing Ziggy would work for me.

Anyway, I’m at the place where we did the you know what.

The cabbage picking. The parmesan. The not so legal.

Okay! The first house we robbed together!

Love, Fannypack”

“You didn’t read this, did you?” Jimmy asked nervously. The incident was so long ago but it’s still a crime. The police man chuckled and said, “Even if I did read it or not, I’m not going to bust your ass. Just go and get your man before I change my mind”. He didn’t twice and went directly out the building. Went inside his car and drove the fuck out of there. The man let out a sigh and focuses on the roadway ahead. He noticed that the city is quite silent today, like nothing bad is happening. No cry for help, no ambulance sounds, and no police sirens heard. It’s weird to have a peaceful day in Los Santos. Not that he mind, just weird.

He saw the house ahead and remembered the quite fun memories he and Stan had. Even though he almost traumatized Stan with him allegedly murdering the man who owns the house. It’s fun. He saw someone on the sidewalk and it seems its Eugene and Edna. He parked in front of them and waved.

“Funny seeing you two here. Let me guess, Stan told you to wait here for me to arrive and give me a piece of note” Jimmy said to the two. “Hell no, we’re here because a man who looked like Stan is dead inside the house” Eugene said with glee. Jimmy’s face turned pale and nervously laughed. Edna quickly punched Eugene, “Ey! Don’t scare the poor boy with your shit!” She then looked at Jimmy who is still at the state of shock and slapped him, waking him up. “His just being his shitty self, Stan’s fine. Here” She gave jimmy the paper. “Just get out of here, I don’t want any witness when I kill this bitch” Eugene quickly ran away with Edna on his tail.

“My first time doing something illegal! The adrenaline was

Something! Remember when I yelled ‘Oh my god’ so many times

When you killed a man? Good times. Oh, and you almost selling me crack?

The friendliest crack dealer in Los Santos! I’m at the place where we almost died!

-love Fannypack”

He shivered at the thought of the memory. The time when they turned into hostages. He turned on the ignition and drove to Polido Bank. He turned on the radio to silence the long drive to the bank. To his surprise, he heard Kiki’s voice in the radio.

“Good Afternoon, you mothertruckers! Kiki Chanel in the house for your daily thirst quenching! Queue the applause..... I SAID QUEUE THE APPLAU- yayyyyyy. Okay, okay, okay. Before you get your daily bad choices of song, here’s a special message from Jackie chan himself! He said and i quote with his voice; Better hurry up before this motherfucker is dead!’ And here we have our special sponsors, Kiki’s KOC-“

He suddenly turned down the radio and pressed hard on the paddle, increasing the acceleration of his car. Moving from left to right, avoiding everything that is on his way. Praying that he won’t get pulled over. After what felt like an eternity with his heart beating fast, he can finally see the bank ahead with Buddha or Jackie chan leaning on the side of the bank. With him are two people with a monkey mask and a bandana covering itself. He pulled over and walked hastily to them.

“Where’s Stan-“ he was cut off with a gun on his forehead. The man who has the gun tsked and shook his head. The other two who is with him chuckled, making Jimmy nervous.

“Remember the time when you said they were boyfriends? And they denied?” The man with the monkey mask said to the bandana. He nodded and replied, “And now look at where we are now. The two supposedly not in a relationship are now lovebirds!” The bandana surprisingly shrieked in delight. Following the monkey and Jackie chan. Removing the gun off Jimmy’s forehead.

“We’re just fucking with you, Velvet aurora!” Jimmy shivered at the name and corrected him with “Friendly”. Jackie Chan nodded and gave him the yellow note his been waiting for. Jimmy said his goodbyes and quickly walked towards his car. But not without hearing one of them say, “Go get that Water man D!”. Jimmy’s cheek reddened and drove off the bank. While driving, he swiftly read the note.

“The time when my life flashes before my eyes! In a bad way, i say! Still grumpy about them not buying my water. Anyway, remember when you threatened me? Yeah I’m there!

-Love, Fannypack”

He checked his watch and saw it’s almost past 4 O’clock. He took off his sunglasses and started rubbing his forehead. “All of this stress better be worth it, Stan” He whispered to himself, but a small smile visible on his lips. He saw the familiar fence and the gate leading to the place where he ‘threatened’ Stan.

He gets out his car and walked down. He saw someone standing near the water, wearing a rather familiar outfit. A female police outfit and its pink hat.

“Sup, bitch” yep, that’s kiki alright.

“Why are you here? And how the fuck do you know this place?” Jimmy asked the gorgeous woman.

“Well nice to see you too, asshole! Such toxic masculinity. At least someone thinks I’m gorgeous.” Kiki smirked at him. He rolled his eyes and put out his hand, gesturing for something them both already knew.

“You’re no fun. I’m planning on like putting it inside a bottle and throwing it in the water and you sacrificing your life to get it or something” She said and simply shrugged at Jimmy’s shocked face.

“Anyway, out of all the places you, Stan, and I went to. Why this place?” Kiki asked. Jimmy shrugged and looked the other way, avoiding her eyes. “How do i know?”

She scoffed at his response and replied, “Because you’re his boyfriend? I can’t even believe Stan choose you over this bomb ass pussy! Huuuuuuuuuuuuuu” Then started dancing seductively. Jimmy pretended to gag and vomit.

“HOOOWWWW DAAAAAARRREEEE YOUUUUUU- here, I’m done with this toxicity of masculinity! This bomb ass pussy is out!” After she thrown the piece of paper to Jimmy, she sashayed away with her hips going left and right with her middle finger in the air. “Don’t forget to use protection and lots of lube!” She yelled. Jimmy quickly grabbed the paper flowing in the air before it hit the wet ground. He fixed his posture and read it out loud;

“A place where we’re merely strangers

Introducing Jimmy and Stan

Never thought they’ll be lovers

The friendly crack dealer and the water man

Where am i?

-love, Fannypack”

Jimmy’s chest felt so warm. The feeling is like when they first met. How such a middle aged man that is so naive and innocent ended up with a guy like him. He felt the tears coming up but quickly hold it. It’s not time yet. He pocketed the paper, along with the others, and went to his car. Jimmy started heading to the place he never though a love story would start.

While his driving, he can see the sunset shining through him. Letting the final ray of sunshine warmth him. Remembering the time when he and Stan went out to eat burgers and watched the sunset together. It may not seem like a date but it is to him. Oh how he wished his brave enough to tell Stan his feelings that time. But that doesn’t matter right now, because they’re together and happy. He’ll get even happier when he finally sees his sunflower.

His nearing at the destination and can see what seems like a curtain blocking the parking lot? Is that legal?

He slowly parked near the destination and get out the car. He looked around, trying to find his love but no luck. He sighed and leaned on the side his car. He took out his cigarette and lighter, and was about to light it when he heard a very familiar voice.

“Didn’t you promised you’ll stop smoking?”

Jimmy’s eyes widen and looked up. His cheeks reddened and mouth opened, letting the cigarette fall out his mouth. There in front of him shows Stan Wheeler, wearing a blue tuxedo with a matching blue fanny pack. Some black shorts and black fancy shoes. His blonde hair was gelled back making him look somewhat fancy. His hands behind him fidgeting a bit and his eyes looking around, avoiding Jimmy’s covered eyes. Perfect timing, the final sunrise set on Stan making him shine. Making him looked like a literal sunflower that is blue all over.

“Uh-uhmm.. h-hi ji-jimmy...” Stan let out a genuine smile. Then suddenly the carpet behind Stan fall revealing such a beautiful sight. It was a beautiful sight when it got caught off by Stan screaming “GOD HELP! THE CARPET HAS DEVOURED MY EXISTENCE!!! HELPPPP!!”.

Jimmy chuckled at his clumsiness and helped him get out the carpet monster. -As that Stan called it-. Stan’s head is finally out, so does the rest of his body, and didn’t realize that Jimmy’s face is so near his. It’s so close that them both can feel each other’s breath. Both men has their cheek blushing. Even after a year dating, these two still get flustered over each other.

Jimmy helped Stan up and looked back the beautiful sight. There was Christmas lights attached above lighting over a fancy table with food and of course water. An inflatable balloon on the background spelling “Happy 1st Anniversary Stimmy by Kiki and friends”.

“So that’s why all of them are both so cryptic and extra stupid” Jimmy said to Stan. He nodded and gestured to the fancy table. They sat down and started talking about times they’re together and being themselves to others. They can hear some locals walking passed them but Kiki threatening them out loud outshine it. With Ziggy and Brenda trying to stop her from killing someone, Eugene and Edna film the whole thing, and other of their friends laughing. It may looked like they’re invading both of their privacy but without those people, none of this would’ve happened.

“I’m so lucky to have them, and also you Jimmy” Stan said.

“Don’t be such a sap!” The water man giggled at his response. “Oh! I almost forgot!” Stan then went under the table and let out a present.

“Wait, I didn’t get you anything!” Jimmy started panicking but Stan beat him to it and told him its fine. Stan gave the gift to Jimmy, who’s still sulking over not giving him a gift. Jimmy slowly opened the wrapped gift and saw... a water bottle?

“Uhm, Stan?”

“Look at the brand!” Stan said with excitement. Jimmy raised his eyebrows and looked down. It said, “Friendly Water!”.

“You and I are now business partners for my water business!” Stan said with glee. “Aren’t I already am with me driving you all over town?” Stan shushed him and told him that it’s beside the point. Jimmy chuckled at his silliness and stared at him with so much love. His so lucky to have such a wonderful and handsome man like Stan.

“I’m so lucky to have you too Jimmy” Jimmy laughed and realized he said it out loud. With the stars and moon shining above them, and the chaos happening around them cause by their friends. Nothing would ever ruin such a beautiful night.

“Happy 1st anniversary, Sunflower”

“Happy 1st anniversary, Sunshine”

#Friendlypack #stimmy #stan wheeler #jimmy bending #stan the water man #friendly jimmy #friendlypack fic #fanfiction #HS Fics

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orokinarchives · 5 years ago

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Radio Scanner Dialogue

(Radio Chatter Contest image)

The radio scanner in the Landing Craft picks up signals from across the System and plays them for the Tenno.

Rail Control: "Incoming punch. [pause] All ships maintain holding pattern."

Rail Control: "Galleon C-tok-tok [C22], prepare for boarding inspection."

Rail Control: "Tok-chee-ke-chee-ke [233], hold position; you do not have authorisation."

Rail Control: "Attention all ships, uhh, detecting echoes. Stay alert, could be caused by Tenno Void masks."

Rail Control: "Tenno ship detected. Ready flak cannons. Shuk! Ramn! …Lost it."

Rail Control: "Ke-tok-ke, enter the queue, stand by for punch. [pause] Ke-tok-ke, Mercury Rail is ready to receive. Proceed. Glory to our Queens."

Rail Control: "All ships hold, Rail is punching through. [pause] Rail charging, continue to hold. Rail over capacity, please divert into holding pattern."

Rail Control: "Bre-nek-tok Transport, broadcast your passage visa now. [pause] Passage visa accepted. Bre-nek-tok, you're free to go. Hail to the Queens."

Rail Control: "Transport shux-chee-uk [631], dock for inspection. [pause] Accepting Rail arrivals now. Welcome back, Captain. Proceed to dock for customs and inspection. [pause] Next in queue. Power. Punch."

Rail Control: "Fin-kan-ehught-tok Corvette, transmit your travel pass immediately. [pause] My apologies Councillor, uhh, Fin-kan-ehught-tok Corvette, you may proceed freely. Glory to the Queens."

Rail Control: "Corpus transport ehught-chee-ehught-chee [8383], stand by for Infestation scan. [pause] Corpus transport ehught-chee-ehught-chee, scans indicate Infestation. Code Yellow. Prepare your organic crewman for decontamination."

Rail Control: "All units alert, Status Yellow. All scanners, full power, now. [pause] Tenno unmasking, ready flak. Wait, cease fire, cease fire! Fe-be-tok is already close to the Rail. Hold fire! Ramn! Gone."

Rail Control: "Uk-forr-uk [141], please advise, detecting Void mask echoes. Tenno ships converging on your signal. [pause] Uk-forr-uk, we are still seeing Void echoes, announce Tenno contact immediately. [pause] Uk-forr-uk, come in. …Uk-forr-uk, respond."

Rail Control: "Ehught-nhune-ehught [898], drop bearing 7.3, reduce speed. [pause] Ehught-nhune-ehught, you have taken severe hull damage to your ship. Do you have casualties to declare? [pause] Ehught-nhune-ehught, understood. Stand by for troop replenishment. Sending repair drones now. For the glory of the Queens."

Rail Control: "Galleon mark-fhuve, prepare for jump. [pause] Galleon mark-fhuve, hold position. Detecting anomalies. N-fhuve-fhuve [N55], do you detect similar? [pause] Galleon mark-fhuve… Ramn. Tenno ship detected. Attack! They're gone. Argh, bek."

Rail Control: "Attention fhuve-chee-forr-chee-shux [53436], your transport manifest does not indicate additional lifeforms, do you have anything else to declare? [pause] Fhuve-chee-forr-chee-shux, are you aware of the punishment for false declarations? [pause] Fhuve-chee-forr-chee-shux, do you copy? Fhuve-chee! Gretesk! We've got a runner! Enforcement drones, deploy. Target vessel fhuve-chee-forr-chee. [pause] Suspected smuggler fhuve-chee-forr-chee eliminated. Glory to the Queens."

Rail Control: "Uhh, attention Enforcement Squad Six Leader, board and search the incoming transport. Illegal foodstuffs suspected. If found, execute the standard punishments, copy?" Enforcement Leader: "Aye-aye, for the Queens."

Enforcement Leader: "Uhh, this is, uhh, this is irregular. Orders? From who!? Let me see your authorisation! Uhhh… alright… Yeah, I need to call this one in. Control, confirm order designation, uhh, shux-ehught-ehught [688]." Rail Control: "Authorisation confirmed. Stand down, Enforcement Leader."

Enforcement Leader: "Uhh… Control, uk-shux-chee-uk-chee [16313] checks out. Yeah, clear for punch."

Enforcement Leader: "Is this your entire cargo? Wai— what's that? Do you have a passage visa for this, uhh, Forma? …Uh-huh, very well. For the Queens."

Enforcement Leader: "Hmm… manifest, check. Passage visa, check. Hull integrity, heh, check. Tenno energy residue, hmm… negligible. Yeah, you're authorised for punch, Captain."

Enforcement Leader: "You, show me your passage visa. Next! You. Visa. Now. …Huh, what's this? Visa expired? Take him! Control, prepare another confinement transport. Listen! Ignorance is no excuse for an expired document! Next!"

Enforcement Leader: "Huh, next… next! Yeah, you! Mm-hmm, c'mere. Passage visa? Uhh, yeah. Next… next! Passage visa? Fuuh… how many more…? [heavy breathing] Really? Ramn. Next!"

Enforcement Leader: "Uhh, we're entering the unresponsive vessel. Hmmuhh, no signs of Infestation so far. [pause] Ramn, there are casualties. Mm-hmm, everywhere. [pause] It looks like, uhh, blade weapons. Yeah. Ra-pat-tok! Uh-huh, Tenno skoom! Yeah, they're all dead. Mark this ship for repopulation."

Enforcement Leader: "Show me your ID cards now! You! Where's your ramn!? Get on the ground! You! C'mere! That better not be a Red Veil badge. Grab him. Search those crates! Duhh… Rail Leader, requesting ship lockdown. Perform deep scan for Tenno and Tenno sympathisers. You! I'm placing you in custody!"

Enforcement Leader: "Uhh, Captain, do you know if any Tenno have been on this ship? There's, uhh, energy residue everywhere. Yeah, yeah, scan your system; look for, uh, signs of intrusion. [pause] Yeah, you understand, uhh, this is gonna need to be reported to, uhh, High Command. Uh-huh. Yeah, well, this is, uhh, very serious. Vor will want to know."

Grineer Propagandist: "The Tenno capture warrant has been upgraded. All Tenno are to be exterminated."

Grineer Propagandist: "The Tenno awakening must not interfere with Grineer liberation of the System."

Grineer Propagandist: "Tenno sightings near Mars have been confirmed. Lancer battalions are now being mobilised to the area."

Grineer Propagandist: "The Tenno threat is always present. Eternal alertness is the duty of every Grineer."

Grineer Propagandist: "Our agreements with the Corpus only go so far. The aggressive actions by Alad V will not be tolerated."

Grineer Propagandist: "Councilor Vay Hek has passed his Fomorian initiative. These ships will help ensure Grineer power remains unchallenged."

Grineer Propagandist: "A warrant has been issued for the rogue Corpus smuggler known only as Darvo. This individual is thought to be behind a rash of deaths and hijackings."

Grineer Propagandist: "By order of the Queens, Admiral Vor will lead the Tenno execution program. Vor has vowed to destroy the Tenno before they awake."

Grineer Propagandist: "The Corpus have finally agreed to our demands. The Grineer will now have access to technologies that further our fight in the Outer Sectors."

Grineer Propagandist: "Due to his formidable performance crushing the insubordination of Saturn, Sargas Ruk has been promoted to the rank of General."

Grineer Propagandist: "Today the mining colonies of Saturn welcomed Grineer troops as liberators. Rebel leaders were executed to mark public celebrations of this momentous occasion."

Grineer Propagandist: "Grineer forces in the Outer Terminus have become increasingly distracted by encounters with the Tenno bretakh. Councilor Vay Hek's Fomorian ship initiative is sure to restore order to the area."

Merchant Captain: "Rail Control, this is Merchant Transport 3398 reporting for passage. [pause] Rail Control, I don't see why boarding would be necessary. Perhaps I sent over a sample container of my wares, you could inspect that? I mean, you wouldn't even need to send it back? [pause] Okay, okay. How about I send over… five containers for… uhm, inspection? [pause] Ah. A pleasure doing business with you, Rail Control!"

Squad Leader: "Command, we've breached the ship. What is crawling all over the walls and floors? Disgusting! Looks like it's… alive? [pause] No command, no sign of any personnel. Requesting orders. How do we proceed? Hold on a second… I think I heard something." [infested scream and several gunshots, then silence]

Grustrag Transport Captain: "Command, this is Grustrag Transport uk-tok [12], standby for delivery of cargo. Docking now. Oh, and if you know what's good for you, you'll appear in full security detail in receiving. [pause] [sigh] Can't wait for these monsters to be your problem, and not mine."

[Navigation: Hub → Dialogue → Radio Scanner]

#warframe #dialogue #lore #radio scanner #landing craft #orbiter #grineer #corpus #grustrag #orokin archives

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whatiswhump · 6 years ago

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“Ellis? Ellis?”

A blinding light shone from an unidentifiable source.

“Forget it, he’s not going to be able to swallow pills for at least the next few hours.”

“Shot?”

“Yeah.”

Silence. And then what felt like a long time later, a pinprick in his arm. His hand rose to swat it away. It made contact with nothing but air. He squinted but couldn’t open his eyes, it was too bright.

“Get some rest buddy.”

Silence.

“Ellis? How are you doing buddy?”

His eyelids were heavy- hard to open. Too hard?

“You ready for lunch?”

Despite his now open eyes, the figures in front of him wouldn't focus.

“Wh- what?”

“Daniel you missed dinner and breakfast after your episode yesterday. It is time to get up. Let’s go.”

“M not hungry.” he managed to say very slowly.

“You need to eat. Come along now.” Grunts of effort.

Was he standing? Was he sitting before?

“Good, attaboy. Let’s go.” Who were the voices trying to coax? ….Him?

The hands let go… there had been hands on him? He began to fall. Like a sack of potatoes, he thought to himself.

Like a sack of potatoes.

Where did he get that from?

More hands came.

“Doctor, I don’t know if he’s ready yet. He can’t stand long enough to even take a step.”

There was a sigh, “I think the dosage was too high, he’s been losing weight.”

A sigh, “Very well. Lay him back down, do hourly checks of his vitals. Let me know when he surfaces. I want to chat with him.”

Soft soft ground.

…..

Water?

Soap?

A brisk set of hands were sudsing his bare figure down. But there were more hands, holding him up. He was in the shower?

Someone groaned.

“Shh.. it’s not your fault, honey. Bill hadn’t checked on you for two hours. No big deal.”

What isn’t a big deal?

No one responded. Did he even ask or did it not leave his head? Where was he? Why didn’t he know at all?

The confusion was too much. There was soap in his eyes. This was all bad. Very bad.

Ellis suddenly lashed out, surprisingly fast despite his drug-ridden stupor. The orderly holding him up fell back a few steps.

“Woahh, Ellis, chill out.” The orderly spoke gently as he approached the patient again.

The nurse remained a few steps away. Bill, the orderly, reached out to touch the hunched frame of a man.

“No! Stop!” Daniel shrieked.

Now, it was the nurse’s turn, “Ellis, sweetie, let’s just finish rinsing you off and then you can go back to sleep. Would you like that?”

There was no indicator he heard except that his brows drew in a crease.

Bill took this as a yes and reached for Ellis again, who had now begun to cry. It wouldn’t be obvious in the soaking state he was in except for the soft sobs that had begun to rise from within his chest.

Ellis didn’t even know why he was crying.. He was just so confused. He began to heave. The sobs were shallow and soft but quickly crescendoing. Bill took this a queue to try to place his hands on the man again. They had to get him out of the shower before he escalated. After all, he thought, the guy must still be so confused with all of the drugs he was under that he likely didn’t know where he was yet. Sometimes after big doses, Ellis would completely lose track of what had occurred and even the fact that he was in the hospital. This time could be similar.

Instantly, something foreign flashed in Ellis’s eyes. He had the orderly on the tiles in a millisecond. Bill was so out of breath from his impact with the floor that he couldn’t fight back immediately. Ellis scrambled to run for the exit of the shower room. The nurse lunged for the alarm signal button that each room in the institution was equipped with.

The alarm began to ring in Ellis’s ears. Deafening, terrifying and distracting. Suddenly an orderly was in front of him. Not Bill. A different one?

“Ellis, hey buddy. Everything all right?” But he had his hands up and walked towards him slowly as if he already knew that not everything was alright.

Ellis took a lung to his left to dodge him, but the orderly was too fast and had his arms around Ellis’s waist to pull him to the ground. But just as the orderly was too fast, Ellis was still difficult to pull down. The two struggled for a moment before Ellis crashed to the tiled floor with a sickening thud.

Around his water drenched head, a pool of blood began spreading with alarming voracity. It was like a halo in a Renaissance painting, only crimson. The nurse screamed. The orderly stared in shock for only a few seconds before he had the sense to buzz for the need of assistance in the radio.

He woke up a week later. For once he woke up alone. It was refreshing. What was not welcome however was the dull ache in his temple and the restraints tethering his limbs.

#ellis #oc #mental hospital #confusion #restrained #head trauma #forced drugging #drugged

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kashmiresims · 6 years ago

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Breaking the Silence

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It had been a week since the debut of Orion's love song on the radio, and its popularity was not wavering. The first thing Cypress did when he arrived for his shift at the radio station was check the request tracker. He saw the song listed more times that he could count twice over on both his hands. He was torn now, because he was thrilled that Orion’s song was liked among the listeners but then there was that kind of blank, soul-crushing look he noticed more and more in his best friends’ eyes as they went about their daily routines and couldn’t help feeling that he was the cause of it.

What was worse, was the creeping silence that settled between them. Orion had come back the same day and apologized for blowing up at Cypress, which at first, put Cypress at ease but then he began to notice that their usual topic of conversation—music—wasn't brought up anymore. Cypress knew Orion wasn’t keen on sports so that topic was out. They couldn’t discuss their love lives because Cypress disliked Orion’s main squeeze, and Cypress didn’t have one to speak of. He knew if he brought up the subject of Tranquilicis again that Orion would shut down completely. Their interactions had devolved to simple greetings, remarks on weather, and what was for dinner.

It was emotionally concerning to Cypress, to know that something had changed for the worse between them enough to make Orion feel as if they couldn’t talk anymore, or keep his best friend at arms’ length. He sighed as he scrolled through the updated music library, picking out songs to fill the time with. Of course, if anyone called in with a request, he could push the queue back to accommodate it. He didn’t get many calls, because it was Wednesday night. People just had better things to do.

He jumped slightly as the station’s line lit up with a shrill ringing tone that permeated the quiet studio. He slipped his headphones off and answered, “This is KRLM, eighty-six-point five, the Llama, how can I help you?”

“Yeah hi, I was wondering if you could play the Jackass Love song?” a female voice asked, and Cypress winced because he really had given a decent song a horrible moniker. He was just feeling agitated in the moment because Orion had written and sung a love song for someone who wasn’t worthy of one. No wonder Orion was so pissed off—Cypress could understand now, putting the whole picture together. To pour your heart into something to have it taken and released without permission, even with the best intentions, and for it to be known by a title created out of spur-of-the-moment pettiness.

Maybe, he thought, I deserve the silence.

“Sure, I can play that,” he was loathe to agree. The caller thanked him and he added it to the queue. He could have refused, but then the station director would for sure be angry if she found out he was causing more red spots on her song tracking software.

He rubbed his eyes but didn’t replace the headphones; his mouth felt dry at his recent realization and he stood to make a quick break for a vending machine downstairs so he could remedy it.

As he stepped out of the studio he was struck with a surprise. Gabriella’s office door was cracked and there was light from inside. What the heck was she still doing there? He decided, since her office was closer than the vending machine, to check out what was up.

As he entered her office, he saw that Gabriella was hunched over in front of her computer with an intense stare of contemplation. He knew she had workaholic tendencies but she didn’t usually stay this late at the station. He cleared his throat, which broke her concentration briefly—and seeing him made her realize just what time it was.

“Shit, it’s past eight isn’t it?”

“It’s almost nine-thirty,” he replied.

“Shit,” she repeated, seeming to have just confirmed the time on the computer screen.

“What’s wrong? Why are you here so late?”

“My Friday DJ quit this afternoon due to ‘academic struggles’ so I’m trying to shift around schedules last minute to find someone to fill in. We have our second-highest traffic of listeners in that afternoon time spot—we can’t just leave it unattended—” she gave explanation but then stopped in the middle of it abruptly and eyed Cypress as if evaluating him, “Say, you have any plans Friday?”

He couldn’t remember; he usually didn’t have anything important going on Friday except go to class which he could skip since he hated lectures so much. He took a seat in one of the office chairs and thought about it. Maybe he could use her desperation to his advantage.

“I can fill in,” Cypress said with an idea forming in his head but before Gabriella could smile and thank him for being flexible, he added, “On one condition.”

Her smile was stillborn, retreating into a line of concern. She made a slight nod that he should continue with his terms.

“That song I recorded last week. I want to pull it from the station’s music library.”

Her hand landed on the surface of her desk with the nails splayed in a subtle threat, while she frowned with a slight hiss of refusal in her tone. “It’s on a trend right now, how can you possibly suggest—”

“It wasn’t right to add it. The singer didn’t know I recorded it in the first place and that makes it a liability. However, it’s not outside the realm of possibility he could agree to re-record it in the future and let us play it. But for now, it needs pulled.”

Gabriella’s eyes widened in shock before narrowing in a displeased glower, and he could tell he was on thin ice with her. She had no choice if she wanted him to cover the Friday night shift, and especially had no choice with the possibility of Orion taking legal action against the station. Cypress knew Orion wouldn’t, but he didn’t tell that to the Director.

He saw her work out the dilemma in her head while frowning before she asked, “What do we tell people who request it, then?”

“To pick another song,” he replied simply.

Her frown remained but she gave a chilly smile of acquiescence, “Fine. Pull the song. But I better see you in here Friday, and no more missteps. I’ve let you break too many rules, too many times, Cypress.”

He jumped up from his seat with a smile, release of relieved breath, and salute of respect to her, “I promise to be a good boy from now on, and since you don’t need to worry anymore about finding someone to cover Friday—you should go home and get some rest.”

“It’s not even ten yet,” she scoffed, gathering up her purse and shutting down her computer—“What do you think I am? Eighty years old?. I’m gonna go get a drink at Endless Blue.”

“Ah, of course. I didn’t mean it like that—”

“Care to join me after your shift?” she stuffed a cigarette between her lips but didn’t light it. She would as soon as she got outside the building.

She’d never asked him to join her for drinks before, and while she was a cool boss and he would have agreed any other time to hang with her, he had something more important to do after work.

Apologize.

When Cypress made it back to the house, Nick was gone. Typical. He never seemed to be around at night—then again, his cousin was highly social and had a million friends to keep up with it seemed. What he really hoped, was that Orion was home and not with Cain.

He took in a breath and made a small knock on Orion’s bedroom door, while simultaneously turning the handle, “Hey, Orion?”

“Yeah?” Orion asked, not looking up from his phone which he was staring at while lounging on his bed. Cypress thought at first, Orion was playing some mobile game but the lack of music or sounds proved that wasn’t what had his attention. He must have been texting or scrolling through the internet.

“I uh...I need to tell you something.”

“What’s that?” Orion still refused to give him his attention and it crushed his resolve a bit. He couldn’t let it though, he was righting a wrong and managed to put on a small smile to reassure himself and Orion it would all be okay between them.

“I had your song taken off the station's music library.”

Orion’s thumb, which had been tapping out some kind of text on his phone screen, stopped in mid-air and he slowly turned his gaze over to Cypress, “Why? I thought you liked it? I thought you said I deserved to be recognized for my talents? Am I not talented enough anymore?”

The amount of scathing sarcasm in Orion’s tone took Cypress aback and he shook his head, “No, you’re crazy talented and always have been but It's clear to me now that I was wrong to record it, least of all play it and keep playing it. I betrayed your trust and I’m...I’m really sorry, man.”

The guarded look in Orion’s eyes vanished into something vulnerable—thankfulness, relief, and surprise all at once. Cypress was a bit startled at Orion’s sudden movement that resulted in being embraced tightly. Orion had always been a ‘hugger’ ever since they were kids. It shouldn’t have surprised him but it did, that Orion forgave him so easily. He supposed that was a perk of being a best friend.

“I take it this means you forgive me?” Cypress smiled and crushed Orion even tighter as payback for the hug.

Orion pulled away and faced Cypress, nodding, seeming to blink back even more emotions evident in his quavery voice, “Yeah, I forgive you.”

Cypress gave his friend a warm smile, thankful that this awful silence would now pass—he couldn’t wait to get back into the swing of their normal routine of talking music, playing songs together, and joking-guessing Nick’s whereabouts late at night. Cypress felt the phone in his pocket vibrate and he gave an apologetic look to Orion as he made his way across the hallway to his own room, “Sorry, Cedar is calling. I’ll be right back.”

Orion watched his best friend shut his bedroom door to take the call and his whole body seemed to release a great deal of tension he’d been holding in since the weekend. He appreciated Cypress’s apology more than he could put into words but there was another reason he had been avoiding Cypress—and that issue still persisted. He slumped down into his desk chair and pulled out his last bottle of Tranquilicis from one of the drawers. He’d been trying not to take the pills as frequently since he didn’t know if he could face Cain and get more, but found his anxiety heightened beyond normal after realizing Cain was dealing drugs and whatever other shady things he mentioned in that alleyway. For the first time in their history, Orion was the one who was ghosting Cain—too afraid to face him and confront him with these questions. He couldn’t talk to Cypress about it either. He felt...alone and anxious...but knew he was running out of time before he’d be at the mercy of his nerves again.

“Hey bro, what’s up?” Cypress asked, putting his phone to his ear.

“So, like I was thinking of what to bring to hang out at your classes. I’ll probably take some notes but that will get boring really fast. Are you allowed to play video games during class in college if you are quiet?”

“Hold on, hold up...wait--what are you talking about?” Cypress shook his head and cracked a laugh at his brother’s nonsensical words.

“Friday! You said I could tag along with you to your classes for my English assignment. Don’t tell me you got amnesia all of a sudden!” Cedar sounded so offended his voice cracked.

“This Friday?!”

“Yeah of course, I wouldn’t call a week in advance asking about this—you know I’m not that good at being prepared.”

Apparently, Cypress wasn’t either. There was no way he could take back his offer to work the Friday radio shift. There was no way he could take back a promise to his brother either.

#kashmiresims #NOV arc #ts2 #sims 2 story #Wellington #Loche

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