He might be “cover boy” pretty, have a smile with enough wattage to keep an entire metropolis powered, or even literally stamped with a beauty mark, but it’s wise to remember that beautiful outsides won’t always mean beautiful insides- erm, personality, that is. Now, there will be problems in any type of relationship, but when “a” problem becomes “the” problem and “the problem” is the entire makeup of the other person, it’s probably time to make a decision.
Jimin’s face, contorted in pleasure, is a masterpiece you could spend years admiring, but you can easily settle with the fragile, fleeting glimpses through a veil of eyelashes and stray strands of hair. His throaty groans have become the soundtrack on replay in your mind, a pesky distraction that often resurfaces at the most inconvenient times, such as in the middle of lectures or while trying to get through picture-less text book pages. And those lips, the soft, kissable snares that never fail to trap you with words that melt your very core…
There’s only one problem.
Jimin’s head rolls back, hitting the wall with a soft “thud,” the noise drowned out by the desperate cry that leaves his throat. You sit back on your heels to admire your success, excited for what’s about to come, but also wanting to bask in the praise he’s sure to give you.
But then he glances at the clock and those wonderful lips form around those same nasty words, “Shit, I’m late for class.”
He rolls off of your bed, the shifting of the mattress almost making you lose your balance, and haphazardly jumps back into his jeans, pulling on his shirt, backwards, only to grunt in frustration as he corrects it. Hiking a strap of his backpack over his shoulder, Jimin pauses just long enough to press a kiss to the top of your head.
So you’re left there, hot and bothered, for the fourth time this week.
The sigh of disappointment that tears up your raw throat is heavy and underscored by the sudden sound of your ring tone. Reaching to your night stand, slipping under the covers to hide your partially exposed body, you skim over the newest notification, a text.
Chim~chim: Next time, love. I promise xx
*Definition: PROBLEM (noun)- any matter or situation regarded as unwelcome or harmful.
Step 2) Define** the problematic behavior
When in any type of choice-based relationship, friendship or romantic, it is important to identify toxic or “red flag” behaviors. In the latter, this often includes but is not limited to suspicious vagueness, avoiding deeper, serious topics, lack of reciprocation of affections, and chronic flirting with persons toward which your significant other is sexually oriented, especially when exclusivity is in question.
Me: Hey cutie ^-^
Chim~chim: What? Me? Nah ;) you’re the cute one here haha
Me: *blushes* so sweeeeet~ you doing anything after class today??
Your thumb presses the send button without hesitation, but that doesn’t mean you don’t still feel the little trill on your heart strings, the coil of anxious anticipation tightening in your stomach.
Chim~chim: Aw, I’m sorry, love :(((( I’m stuck in the library to finish an essay
Chim~chim: But oppa will take care of you soon bb~
Me: We’re the same age pabo -__-
Chim~chim: Mkay, remind me next time my face is buried between your legs ;D
You shove your phone in your pocket, cheeks burning as the professor walks into the room and begins logging onto the computer. Thankfully, you’ve tactfully chosen to sit in the back, meaning no one would be able to see the rude text, though if we’re being honest, I don’t think his choice of words bothered you TOO much.
After the professor dismisses the class, a craving for caffeine sends you to the little cafe across campus, the one that usually has no line but serves a decent product for such a low price. The thick smell of ground coffee beans and vanilla wafts pleasantly around you as you enter the small building, the shadow of the library shielding half of the space from the harsh sunlight flooding in through the wall of windows.
Jimin is somewhere in there, studying hard, or rather typing frantically.
Knowing him, his essay is probably due in about three hours, but he always manages to turn them in on time, paper still warm from the printer, and get a passing grade.
Wouldn’t it be a nice surprise if you bought him coffee too?
A smile easily slides onto your lips as you go through the motions, standing in line, ordering, and waiting, keeping the thought of Jimin’s gratitude and charming excitement at the forefront of your mind.
With the two cups in hand, you rush to the adjacent building, weaving around the desks, bookshelves, and students until reaching the computer lab. Your eyes scan across screens and faces, all unfamiliar.
A twist forms in your stomach, a knot of doubt, but you ignore it. Setting down the cups on a nearby shelf and pulling out your phone, you type the message quickly.
Me: Jimjams where are you??? I brought coffee :)
You stare at the screen with an intensity that would scare anyone who took the time to notice. He’s usually a really good texter, responding in seconds, maybe minutes if something is physically preventing him from reaching his phone.
But those telltale three dots are nowhere to be found and the tag stays on “delivered.”
The knot gets tighter, a queasy feeling seeping into your throat.
Maybe he came to the library for research first. It’s a logical conclusion, so you wander around for a few minutes, peeking down the rows of ceiling high shelves, walking up the stairs, and repeating the process, checking your phone an embarrassing amount of times to see if anything changes. Of course, nothing does.
The knot gets tighter.
Maybe he finished early and went back to his dorm? That’s another logical conclusion, so you abandon your fruitless searching and start the hike back outside. You’ve only been there twice, your endeavors carried out at a more successful rate when at your apartment, but you thankfully seem to retain the location.
Your footsteps are hurried, desperate, and you consciously force yourself to slow down, breathing deeply as you scale the stair, looking for the first room on the left. You pause before knocking on the slightly ajar door, hesitant, but then you hear something.
Through the almost unnoticeable crack, you are able to see his bed; the one with the red flannel blanket, stained with an old, stray spill of bleach; the one with a splotchy pink pillow, accidentally colored from a run through the wash with the blanket; the one where he went down on you for the first time; and the one that now has another occupant in it.
You can’t see much from your not-so-advantageous vantage point and the fact that both of them are completely under the blanket doesn’t help, but you aren’t stupid. Their positions and the SOUNDS…
Your relationship with Jimin was a little bit of an accident and is anything but exclusive, which had always been more than okay with you. However, it’s one thing to leave you hanging with a promise that he rarely fulfills, but quite another to choose someone else OVER you and LIE about it, which is EXACTLY what irks you the most.
You take a few unsteady steps back and consider throwing the coffee away, knowing that confrontation is out of the question, but instead decide to place the cup on the threshold, a metaphorical calling card, one that you silently hope one of them will trip over on the way out.
**Elaboration: your definition of the problematic behavior should be concrete and should be explicitly said or written. Do not leave room for ambiguity as it begets excuses and loopholes.
Step 3) Actively take small steps*** to change the situation
To alter any behavior, it is important to be committed. However, commitment takes effort, and effort requires constant attentiveness, lest you slip back into old habits. The easiest way to do this is by taking baby steps, lessening the risk of shell shock.
Chim~chim: Hey bb! Sorry I didn’t see your text!! Still up for coffee?? ;)))
Bile rises into your throat as the notification appears on your phone screen. Your automatic reaction is to open it and reply, but with a great amount of effort, you abstain, leaving Jimin on “read.”
Why should you humor him? Especially after he wrung you out and hung you up to dry. You tap the power button to get rid of the temptation, bowing over your desk to resume the last minute studying for a quiz tomorrow.
Less than two minutes later, the screen brightens again, almost violently drawing your attention away from the textbook.
Chim~chim: Is everything ok, bb?? O-o
Chim~chim: Love, I know you’re reading these… are you mad at me??
Each time you see the name, it becomes harder and harder to resist the seduction of a reply, the amount of self control needed doubling. You know that it’ll only take three more messages at most to break these defenses down, so you do the only thing you can to fend off his persuasive persistence.
You turn off your phone.
The silence you sit in becomes tense, but you manage to give yourself this dignity, if nothing else.
For four days you’re able to avoid him, a fair amount of time in my opinion, namely because he knows all of the places you tend to frequent and Jimin is not the type of person to let these kinds of things go easily. Of course you hope he seeks you out because he cares, but the latent thoughts that plague your mind all point at one thing. You’ve always known that he’s a fuck boy, but you’d also HOPED that you would eventually be something more to him than the occasional blow job, for which he reciprocates thirty percent of the time if you’re lucky.
Yet that thirty percent… You hate Jimin for it, or at least you want to, because let’s be real here, if you REALLY hated him, you wouldn’t keep the guy around. Either way, the break is well appreciated by your raw emotions (and throat), but your luck does eventually run out.
You haphazardly gather your belongings, knowing you only have a five minute window to escape before Jimin’s class ends across the hall. If you’re quick, you might be able to grab a cup of coffee before retreating to the safe haven that is your apartment.
Even though he’s come knocking once or twice, thankfully Jimin isn’t stupid enough to break down the door. It is one of the few boundaries he has no problem respecting and you’re almost looking FORWARD to crawling into your bed, ignoring the world.
But then the girl who sits next to you decides that the lecture isn’t important until the last possible second, delaying your departure by praying on your people-pleasing nature, asking for pictures of your notes.
By the time you manage to satisfy her request, pleasantries not left unsaid, you turn to flee from the room, from Jimin, but you’re too late.
His dark gaze is locked on you, his body casually resting against the doorframe, subtly blocking it. You freeze, looking away in shame while Jimin lets the girl pass, leaving the two of you alone. He wastes no time.
“Love, why are you avoiding me?” his question is more pained than you thought it would be, making you flinch. Hadn’t he seen the coffee cup? Maybe someone had disposed of it before they finished their… activities. Maybe he simply didn’t connect the dots.
Whatever the case, you can tell he’s genuinely clueless.
Your lack of response prompts him to follow up with, “At least tell me what I did wrong.”
Still not meeting his gaze, you stop in front of him, tone curt.
His hand rises, resting on your arm and you don’t have the self control needed to flinch away. The moment hangs in the air, tense, thick, like trying to breathe under water, though less physically and more emotionally painful. Jimin makes the first move, hesitantly stepping forward to close whatever space remains between you. His forehead lightly touches yours, snapback pulling his hair away, allowing skin to skin contact that leaves your cheeks hot.
This forward move surprises you enough to force your attention upward, to his eyes. This is a dangerous position, a mistake, and you know it. You KNOW it, but you don’t do anything ABOUT it. Your throat tightens as you stare into those familiar brown eyes, the ones that you can fall endlessly into, the ones that ensnared you a year ago the moment you first saw them, the ones that somehow make you feel more comfortable, more loved and IN love than you ever thought possible.
“Come back to me…please,” he whispers, warm, minty breath fanning against your lips.
Hesitation from common sense restrains your body, your desires, like ropes.
And yet the familiarity, the allure of his charms, they pull you in like CHAINS and the single word slips out with uncanny ease, “Okay.”
However, if there’s anything you’ve learned from the proficiency with which you began to ignore his texts over the past few days, it’s that you DO have control, even if only a little. So you add with confidence, “But on one condition.”
***Correction: “Small steps” can be steps of any size as long as there is a plan and it is being executed.
Step 4) Give up and realize that he’ll**** never change
The last wisps of euphoria course through your veins, limbs feeling just as heavy as your breathing. The chill takes a moment to seep into your awareness, but it’s followed quickly by the pleasant, warm, soothing feeling of a washcloth.
Jimin ghosts around you, cleaning up the mess, comfortingly rubbing your arms until your fingers finally release the fistfuls of sheets, and presses a light kiss to your lips, to your cheek to your ear.
This is what having a boyfriend SHOULD feel like… but sadly you’re not SO delusional that a RELATIONSHIP would be the one, irrefutable condition to resuming your status as “fuck buddy.”
Jimin’s words are husky and low, only able to be understood due to his proximity, “My turn.”
Your eyelids slide open, disillusioned by his frankness, and you, with practiced ease, get in position. It takes less than five minutes for you to make him a whimpering mess. Jimin’s face, contorted in pleasure, is revealed to you by fleeting glimpses through a veil of eyelashes and stray strands of hair. His throaty groans, a familiar soundtrack in your mind, resonate in his chest. And those lips, the soft, kissable snares, are parted to reveal teeth that can’t seem to decide whether they want to be together or separated, though there seems to be some correlation between them and how tight his grip is on your hair.
Over the past two weeks, nothing has changed- except that Jimin now has to get you off first and his “classes” suddenly seem to start later than they did before. The worst part of it all is you know this is futile. At heart, he always was, is, and will be a fuck boy and the only reason he gives you the time of day (though you’ll admit you get a LITTLE more than that) is because he KNOWS you’re easy, accessible, and understand that there’s no strings attached.
You UNDERSTAND it, but does that really mean you have to ACCEPT it?
For a moment, doubt flickers in your thoughts, but it fades quickly to spark a fire of anger. You cease all movement as you think and Jimin makes a guttural noise in protest, grip getting tighter.
“Why’d you stop?” he whines, attempting to start thrusting himself, but you’ve had just about enough of this.
Pulling away completely, you force his fingers to unlace from your hair.
“Love, what are you doing?” Jimin’s eyes practically bulge open.
A small smile slides onto your lips as you shrug, rolling off of the red flannel blanket, stained with an old, stray spill of bleach, “Sorry, I just realized I’m late for class.”
****Addendum: the only person you CAN change is YOU.
Shade Comes From Mind Reading, Darling | Pearlet/Jalaska/Trixya/Biadore | Ramona
-holy fucking shit this took so long to write i started in like february lmao
-i made an author blog bc thts what the cool kids are doing so hmu on artificialramona
-someone called kenny pops up in this fic a bit, he’s jinkx’s best friend/tour manager/general tiny bean. he’s the one who keeps appearing on courtney and adore’s snapchat n arm wrestled violet
-god bless kiwi for beta-ing this fic n being me pearlet data base ilu bb
-this is dedicated to cheshire because i am a horrible person n they wanted to collab on my witchcraft idea but then i just wrote it on my own n i will literally die feeling bad about it
-i worked bloody hard on this i deserve a ridiculously long author’s note
“It was just a general psychic thing, nothing specific. I don’t understand why it’s only certain thoughts,” Jerick explains, “it’s like my narrator got sloppy with their plotline or something.”
warnings: drug/smoking mentions in the chapters “oops” and “shit gets weird.” i tried to do the most tasteful pearlet smut i could in the chapter “accidental voyeurism isn’t as funny as it sounds.” alcohol consumption in the chapters “american horror story: brian mccook” and “another layer on the crazy cake” and mentions throughout.
fic drinking game: take a shot every time jinkx is referred to as “the redhead.“
word count: 13.4k
•song inspo for the pairings•
Pearl and Violet // Me vs Maradonna vs Elvis by Brand New
Adore and Bianca // Somebody Else by The 1975
Trixie and Katya // Wicked Little Town and its reprise from Hedwig and The Angry Inch
Jinkx and Pearl friendship // Comfort by Basement
Jinkx and Alaska // The Only Exception by Paramore
“i hate the wittiness and ability to evoke distress in me ramona withholds and i am planning on sabotaging both in the future. i hate ramona. god, i hope ramona dies. i hope i die.” -kiwi
Right At The Very Beginning (A Very Good Place To Start).
characters: natsu, lucy, gray, juvia, laxus, and others
“If you really want to get promoted, you’ve gotta get married,” Gray smirked at Natsu while pushing his mug under the coffee maker. “Hell, I was promoted to manager right after Juvia and I got hitched. You just gotta find yourself a woman.”
Natsu knew this, of course. It was common knowledge around the office that when one got married, they were promoted to manager right after the office’s Christmas bash. Maybe it had something to do with people being a little more stable when they got married. Natsu didn’t care much about the way to get the promotion as much as he did the promotion itself, so it worked out. And since the Christmas bash was coming up soon, Natsu had to find himself someone that wouldn’t mind becoming his wife.
A scream cut through the silence, four gunshots roaring right after the other. On my feet in a flash and stumbling into the living room, I pulled out my knife and charged up my aura before assessing the situation.
After spending a second year at her house for the lantern festival, Elias and MC engage in a steamy night of passion. However, what would happen if the two students found out they were going to be parents?
NSFW Content. All Characters are 18, read at own discretion!
you let the gorgeous sound fill your ears and you closed your eyes, enjoying it immensely. it was truly beautiful. it just made you want to—
calum’s voice took over.
you opened your eyes, currently sitting on a train to wantagh, where the concert was. you would’ve taken a car if you actually had one. there wasn’t really a need for one in the city. or space.
amnesia was playing through the earbuds you’d plugged into your phone, and you mouthed the words silently as you looked out the window. you’d sort of set up a little game for yourself to see how well you knew all the lyrics. it’d be pretty embarrassing to scream the wrong ones at the concert. bonus points for guitar riffs.
after a few minutes of that, you felt a light tap on your shoulder and came face to face with a girl who looked right around your age. she had wavy brown hair that just touched her shoulders and pretty blue eyes, but the thing that really struck you was the fact that she was wearing a 5sos shirt, just like you were. although, hers said, ‘i prefer the drummer.’ you couldn’t help but grin at it as you took one earbud out in order to hear her.
“hi,” she started with a smile, “i like your shirt. are you going to the concert too?” the girl plopped down into the seat across from you and stuck her phone in the pocket of her jeans. they were cute; printed.
“oh, yeah, i am,” you nodded, deciding to add, “where are you sitting? maybe we’re close.”
the two of you exchanged seat numbers, you having to pull out your ticket in order to remember what it was. you squinted once you heard the girl’s, it sounding strangely familiar. it was…
“wait, you’re katie?” you said abruptly, and she looked up from her phone to blink at you. “i mean, i’m emma, from tumblr.”
“ohhhhhhhh!” she started, recognition starting to show on her face as she nodded. “oh my god, nice to meet you! sorry, i didn’t really think about your seat number when you said it,” katie laughed sheepishly.
you and katie were mutuals on tumblr. when she posted that she was going to the wantagh show, the same one you were, you immediately messaged her saying that you should meet up, and you guys basically became friends that way. although, she did say that she was going to the concert with one of her school friends.
“where’s your friend who was coming with you?” you asked, pulling out your other earbud and throwing the cord in your purse.
“oh, ellie? weird story, actually,” katie furrowed her eyebrows as she looked down at the hem of her shirt, tugging on it. “she apparently thinks that she saw luke and michael at a starbucks today, and that luke was about to kiss some girl. she said that he was ‘wearing a disguise,’” she made air quotes with her fingers and rolled her eyes, “so, she was probably just seeing a normal guy. but, now she won’t leave her room. she seems really hung up about it,” katie frowned.
you just stared blankly at her. shit, what? well, this was bad. sure, it was a crazy fangirl who’d spotted you and luke, but that basically meant that other people could’ve seen you too, and that was never good. if one girl already skipped out on a concert she’d paid good money for because of you two, who knew what could happen if a picture or something got out?
“are you okay?” katie asked while raising an eyebrow. “oh, don’t tell me you believe that too. trust me, ellie’s just overreacting. there’s, like, a 1% chance that she actually saw luke.”
you took in a deep breath before shaking your head quickly. “no no, yeah, i believe you. i mean, what are the odds of luke being at starbucks anyway?” you put on what you hoped looked like a genuine smile, and katie seemed to buy it.
“i know, right? i wish i could find ashton at a starbucks,” she murmured before starting to scroll through her phone again.
normally, you would’ve cracked a smile at that, but you were a bit too on edge from this new information. you tried to calm yourself down by running your fingers through your hair, but it didn’t make much of a difference. you still had the question of whether or not fans would recognize you once you got to the concert hanging over your head.
but, there wasn’t much time to dwell on it, though, because at that moment, the train pulled up to the station and people started hurrying off. katie stood up and stretched before turning to you. “wanna share a taxi? save some gas, save some cash?” she wiggled her eyebrows while looking at you expectantly, and this time you couldn’t help but laugh a little.
"yeah, sure. let’s go.”
and with that, you two were being driven along to the theater, talking about all things 5sos. favorite songs, favorite members (mainly yours as you already had a pretty good idea of who katie’s was), just everything. you arrived at the arena in no time.
“meet up after the show?” katie said as you guys stood in front of the section where her seat was. yours was quite a few sections away, unfortunately.
“totally,” you smiled, a lot easier than before since you’d walked past hundreds of fans and so far no one had said a thing to you. looked like your little run in with luke wouldn’t carry too many consequences.
“alright, bye then,” she gave you a one armed hug before waving as she started walking down the stairs, and you waved back before going on your own way, getting more and more excited as you got closer to your seat. you’d somehow managed to get front row tickets, and although they were on the side of the stage, the view was still killer. there was no way luke would miss you then, and the thought of it gave you butterflies. what would he do once he saw you?
the opening act was already playing when you’d arrived, you could hear the music from the hallways, but it wasn’t until you got a look at them that you realized you recognized them as hey violet, the band that 5sos had signed to hi or hey records.
you weren’t one of those fans who had went out and researched them, so you didn’t know any of their music, but you had to admit that they played pretty well live. you were standing up like everyone else in the front, and just swayed along to the music. you could’ve sworn that one of the girls of the band had winked at you as she was looking over to your side.
but of course, that was soon over, and the thing that you’d really come here for was about to begin. the anticipation was absolutely killing you.
music slowly started, and you surely felt like you were about to hyperventilate. sure, you’d basically hung out with both luke and michael today, but that didn’t make the excitement factor of seeing them in concert any less than it was before. you were still a fan, and they were still rockstars.
you screamed along with everyone else as each band member came out, walking farther away from your seat to lean on the stage where all the other front row people were. they started out with 18, and it was easy to just get lost in the music, and you were in a state of happiness that hadn’t been reached in a while. it was good. everything was good.
a couple of songs and a few minutes of talking later, 5sos decided to play kiss me kiss me. luke sauntered over to your side of the stage with his guitar, and you just continued on with your singing along, although in your mind you were sending him telepathic message after message for him to see you.
and he did. right in the middle of his singing part.
once your eyes met, luke literally just stopped playing his guitar and stared at you with those electronic blue eyes, the lyrics now failing to come out of his open mouth.
it went on like that for a bit, your mind basically having gone blank too, before calum quickly came up and slightly shoved luke a bit out of the way so he could get to the mic and take over his singing part, making sure to give him a overexaggerated frown before doing so. he earned a few extra screams from the fangirls with that one.
luke shook his head and started playing again, walking away from your side of the stage, and you frowned a little, feeling dejected. what was that about? yeah sure, he was busy doing his concert thing, but he couldn’t be bothered to do anything more than stare at you?
wow, we haven’t even kissed and i’m already getting protective, you thought to yourself with a roll of your eyes before starting to pay attention to the song again.
although, it wasn’t a song anymore. luke was talking into the central mic.
“can i get you guys’ opinion on something?” he asked, only to be answered by a ton of screams which one could only hope to be positive.
luke jogged offstage and came back holding a piece of fabric in his hands. a squint of your eyes told you that it was none other than your beanie.
he pulled it over his sweaty blonde hair and put on this stupid little smile that turned up the fangirl scream volume at least two notches. “does this hat look okay on me? i’ve been told it does, but i don’t know if i can trust the person who told me.”
luke looked over right to where you were standing, and your legs turned wobbly at the sight of his oh-so-smug smile. you could barely hear yourself think over the shouts of the fans, but luckily, you didn’t need your hearing at that moment. just the sight of him was enough.
he surprisingly enough walked over to you, and crouched down before pulling the beanie off his head. everything turned into background noise as he slowly tucked a lock of your hair behind your ear before gently sliding the hat on your own head, tongue stuck outside the corner of his mouth. you barely tried to fight the massive grin that was starting on your face.
leaning back to look over his work, luke nodded and did a thumbs up before returning your smile except with a wink added and walking back to center stage. the chick next to you stared at you in awe, and you giggled a little before explaining dreamily, “it’s my hat.”
the rest of the concert went on like normal (as normal as a 5sos concert could go), and you felt like one of the best fangirls out there. michael had waved to you once, and luke had looked at you every chance he could during the rest of the concert. you already felt the post-concert depression coming on as it ended, although to fix it you just touched your beanie and smiled, not letting the stress of thinking about when you’d see him again ruin the moment. this had turned out to be a perfect day, and you really hoped it’d stay that way getting home. or… maybe going on the hunt for luke?
you remembered that you had to meet up with katie, so you proceeded to the hallways slowly, continuously bumping into other people trying to leave. you could feel their stares on you, but you just ignored them with a smile on your face. they saw you as a lucky fan, and nothing more, and that was definitely just what you wanted.
you found katie, but she looked way paler than usual, and her expression made her look like she was about to heave all over the place.
“uh, katie?” you started concernedly, and she just stumbled closer to you, throwing an arm over your shoulder and leaning some of her weight on you.
“too much dancing, not enough food,” she managed to say, and you nodded before grabbing the wrist that was hanging on your shoulder with your own hand, wrapping your other arm around her waist.
“let’s try to get a taxi, and see if there’re any concession stands still open on the way?” you said, and she nodded weakly.
walking with katie took about the same amount of time as walking by yourself. you two were going slowly, but people would make more of a path for you once they got a look at your companion. that’s all they bothered to do, though.
the crowds eventually thinned out, and you two got outside. lots of taxis were coming and going, and you let go of katie’s arm to wave one down. one pulled over for you, and you started to pull katie out to the street.
only to be completely flattened by someone sprinting past you.
you lost your grip on katie as you sprawled on the pavement with a slight shriek, losing your breath especially since someone had fallen on top of you. you kept blinking until you got your sight back in focus, only to be met with— luke’s face! …what?
“luke!” you cried, right as he gained a confused expression, breathing hard for some reason, “emma?”
“what are you doing here?” you said through your teeth as you looked around nervously, only to see that everyone had basically left already, and the people who hadn’t were focused on getting a taxi. hopefully no more fan problems.
“i was- i was trying to see if you were still here,” he admitted, deep voice filled with shame, and he laid his head on your chest with a sad pout.
your face softened, and you laughed a bit while letting your fingers play with the hair at the nape of his neck. he started to stand up, snaking his arms around your waist and pulling you with him. you heard a groan and looked over to see katie still on the ground, eyes closed.
oh right, you had to get her home. poop.
“uhm,” you started, pulling away to crouch down next to katie, “i gotta help her get home. low blood sugar, i think.”
luke followed suit and looked her over, eyebrows furrowed. katie squinted her half-lidded eyes, mumbling, “why am i hallucinating luke and not ashton?”
you snorted and facepalmed. this girl sure was something.
when you put your hand down, you caught luke wearing the same expression you’d had on not too long ago. mischievous, with just a hint of genius. of course, when you had it on it’d carried more genius.
okay yeah, so remember the code WE had to crack in order to get the trailer? remember all those passwords? they’re all tiny little clues about important things of this season. let’s see:
117 (million dolars)
2436 (Meredith’s number)
Demarco (the beer deliver werewolf guy)
Brett (yet another of the werewolves)
Jordan (Parrish’s first name)
Hexagon (the shape that the lacrosse stick left in the wereshewolf’s corpse)
Tomahawk (the weapon used by the Mute)
Truth (alongside with the moon and the sun; the only things that can’t be hidden - I’m putting this one in italics because I believe there’s much more about it)
Thermowire (the weapon used by Violet)
Decade (I think this one is yet to be solved?? can’t remember)
Yellow (reference to Derek’s eyes, I believe)
Violet (our fav assassin cutie)
Control (maybe a reference to Liam? to Stiles’ speech? to Malia? idk there are too many possibilities)
Mute (the assassin with no mouth, clearly voldy’s bro)
Iglesia ( means ‘church’ - Derek was buried and de-aged underneath it)
Satomi (the werewolf woman that was in oak creek with Noshiko)
Okay, here’s the thing: I believe some of these words will be more important than they may seem. I still haven’t figured much out about these, but I do have a theory:
Some of them might be interrelated. Right now I’d say there are AT LEAST two: Demarco and Truth. So, we heard Demarco saying that sentence to calm himself down (to CONTROL himself), and I’ve done some of my research (not all of it; I’m a natural born procrastinator). Turns out that sentence is a quote from Buddha (thought simplified from it’s original form): “Three things cannot be hidden: the sun, the moon, the truth”. We also saw the cute wereshewolf saying it as well. So we can deduce that this might be a pack thing, like, something that has been instructed to the members of a pack. Now, I want to believe the teen wolf team did their research with some purpose other than this connection, and we know it’s a quote from Buddha, and we also know that buddhism is more common in Asia, so I think we can assume that this pack might have something to do with Satomi and, on top of that, we know that she’s going to come back soon.
Now, this is were my theory gets blurry and maybe not so logical, but more intuitive. I believe all this means that a part of Satomi’s pack is still alive and werewolfing around, and that Demarco and the cute wereshewolf (can’t remember her name) were part of it. Now we also know that Parrish is a supernatural being, and he’s worth quite a lot of money (/shrieks/ 5 MILLION! yet not as much as lydia and scott (I’ll talk about this later)). Maybe he is a werewolf, but if he was a normal werewolf just like Demarco, he would be worth much less money. Therefore, either he isn’t a werewolf and he’s some kind of strange weresomething, or he’s the alpha of some pack; possibly the one with Satomi, Demarco and the wereshewolf. Obviously, I can’t assure you anything; I’m just putting the possibilities over the table.
Now, as in The Benefactor: I don’t think he’s Parrish. If he were to be The Benefactor, would he include himself on the list? Yes, maybe it’s a distraction but, if he did it just as a cover, why would he make himself worth so much? (sorry, I can’t explain myself very well 'cause I’m not a native english speaker, I’m doing my best) What I’m trying to say is I think that if Parrish was The Benefactor, he wouldn’t make himself worth 5 million.
Another reason why I don’t think he is The Benefactor is because Scott’s pack members seem to be the ones who are most worthy (Scott’s on top of the list, being worth 25 million). The conclusions I’m taking from this fact are:
The Benefactor knows how dangerous or powerful (we still don’t know why he/she’s taking supernatural beings down, it may be for revenge, or it may be to be the only one in town, or so no one will be strong enough to stop him from doing something probably bad) they are.
The Benefactor knows them personally and probably holds some kind of grudge against them.
In case that the first conclusion was the actual one, there are plenty of possibilities as to his or her identity. The second one would reduce the probabilities a lot. I think the fandom’s main suspects right now are Chris, Parrish, Gerard, the Calaveras and Peter. Imo, as I said before, I don’t think it’s Parrish. I don’t think it’s Chris either (or at least I HOPE SO). Right now I think the most probable ones might be Gerard and maybe even *gasps* Deucalion, since we know he isn’t dead. I don’t really know about Peter tbh, we can never trust him that’s true, and we know he would do ANYTHING to get his alpha status back, so he might be. I just don’t know. I think we’ll have to wait a few more episodes to be able to make an actual suspect list. Oh, and these are the ones I think will be in the third part of the deadpool: Peter, Malia, Liam (if he isn’t, then we should consider his stepfather a suspect, since he was introduced very quickly and without apparent nor meaningful reason) and Satomi. Tho I’m probably missing someone totally unexpected and important, because the odds are practically never in my favor.
To everyone who has read this: feel free to send me messages with theories so we can discuss about it!