Normal AU - simon wants to start over. his bestfriend Penny is becoming more and more successful and he feels like she’s slowly leaving him behind. his girlfriend Agatha literally left him behind a.k.a. dumped him via a 3 minute phone call saying that she’s going on a reaaally long trip to find herself and maybe a new boyfriend lol. His dad has never been the same since his mum died, and the people from his dad’s company are starting to question whether he really is competent or he just got his job because his dad is the company CEO. With penny’s help he secured a job in a large company belonging to the prestigious Pitch family and along with the job came a new set of problems. He’s struggling without his dad’s influence to back him up and his new boss, the Pitch heir, just might be bent on making his life miserable, and simon has no idea why.
‘his office is actually located on the floor above mine but i swear he finds excuses to come down by my floor and bully me. i thought i was imagining things but now im sure he finds stupid excuses to bring me along in his business trips just so he could order me around like a slave. he’s always plotting something to make my life miserable. he Hates me, penny!”
“If I tell Jokaste she’s going home, on camera, you can’t stop me.”
There’s nobody else in the production tent. Laurent has finally released the rest of the crew to craft services, where they’re probably cramming down pasta and cold sausage rolls, after eleven hours straight of shooting. The suitors are in their rooms, grabbing the nine hours of sleep that their contracts allow them. Damen is meant to be in his room, the one with the white quilted bedspread.
Damen is not in his room.
Laurent looks over his shoulder at Damen for a while, wondering if he misheard. The words were stubborn enough. But Laurent has been around this industry for long enough to recognise the opening volley in a bargaining match when he hears one.
“That’s true,” he says. He doesn’t move. Damen weaves between tables and shoved-back folding chairs, and comes to look down at Laurent where Laurent is sitting in front of the editing screens. The screens are empty, a blank and famished grey-black, showing only a dull reflection of Laurent’s hair.
“But you’ll find some way to make my life miserable,” Damen says. “And–not just me, either.”
“So there are some brains in there, alongside all the protein shakes,” Laurent says.
“You saw what Jokaste did this morning.”
Laurent shifts his chair so that he’s facing Damen directly. He rests his arms on the thin metal arms of the chair, crosses one leg over the other, and leans back. “And?”
Pining, and some angst. But a very happy ending. I hope everyone likes it!
September 1st, 2008
T. Basilton Grimm Pitch
I’m only keeping this journal so I can tell my step mum I’m doing it, she thinks that it’ll help me work through my issues. Ha, issues, is that what we’re calling it now?
My roommate is an insufferable drag, the bloody chosen one. He doesn’t look like a chosen one, he doesn’t look like anyone would choose him. My father insists that it’s a good thing, that I have to keep an eye on the Mage’s heir, I don’t know how I’m going to survive.
September 1st, 2008
The mage thinks I should keep a journal, he thinks it’ll help me with my words. I don’t think I can be helped with my words.
I think my roommate is evil, he’s a Grimm-Pitch, and the Mage tells me that both those families are evil, so how can he not be? He stares at me a lot, he’s probably trying to figure out the neatest way to kill me. He’s a bloody clean-freak.
September 1st, 2009
I’m back at Watford, I can hardly believe it. I’d started to think that I made it up, that I would never have someplace to call home. I cried a lot, Baz came in and made fun of me. He’s such an arse, always acting like he’s the most important person in the room. Maybe the mage will let me switch this year.
September 1st, 2009
T. Basilton Grimm-Pitch
I came into the room to find Snow crying, he’s such a pathetic excuse for a chosen one. He even invaded my summer, I couldn’t even bloody think of anything else. Simon Snow demands attention, he’s like an elephant stumbling around and destroying everything he touches.
September 1st, 2012
T. Basilton Grimm-Pitch
I can’t believe I still keep a diary, like a bloody preteen girl. I only do it because Daphne somehow knows when I stop.
Snow is unbearable, it’s just the first day of term and he hasn’t left me alone. Just stared at me, all day. He is no friend to subtlety, doesn’t even try to hide it, what kind of hero is he?
September 1st, 2012
Baz is up to something, even more so than usual, I’m going to find out what it is. I figure if I never leave him alone he can never do whatever it is that he does. I’m going to figure out what he’s plotting, the old families probably finally decided it was time to get rid of me. I get it now, why I have to be his roommate, I have to keep an eye one him.
October 12th, 2012
T. Basilton Grimm-Pitch
Snow never leaves me alone, I can’t even get 15 minutes to shower without him thinking I’m setting up some elaborate trap. I wish I could bite him, turn him and finally make him feel like I do. Like a villain. My life is fucked up enough without Snow stalking me constantly.
October 20th, 2012
Baz goes into the catacombs constantly, I’m not sure what he’s doing down there but I doubt it’s something that’s good for me or the Mage or non-evil people in general. I found dead rats, but I don’t know what he’s doing with them. I spend all my time following him, Penny’s starting to get irritated.
December 18th, 2012
T. Basilton Grimm-Pitch
We’re home for Christmas break, and I still feel like I’m going to round a corner and find Snow staring at me. Bloody Snow, I can never be rid of him. He’s probably at the Wellbelove’s, snogging Agatha and pretending to be a happy family. The thought bothers me, it scratches at my stomach. I shouldn’t care, though, Snow is just my stupid roommate. Not my friend, or-
December 19th, 2012
T. Basilton Grimm-Pitch
It’s unbearably early, something I should not be saying on break when Snow’s not here to wake me up with his stumbling. But I had a dream, about Simon. He kissed me, and it was nice, and I didn’t want to bite him (well, not that way). God, this can’t be happening, Snow is unbearable. I hate Snow, more importantly, Snow hates me.
January 3rd, 2012.
T. Basilton Grimm-Place
As if my life wasn’t shit enough without adding ‘in love with his enemy’ to the mix. The term started today, and it’s much worse seeing him, having him be there. I don’t how to act normal, but I’m trying, Not like it matters, Snow will just assume that I’m plotting another way to make his life miserable.
January 3rd, 2012
Baz is acting strange, for once in his life he hasn’t taken every possible opportunity to make my life miserable. He’s just quiet, I caught him staring at me. Maybe he figures he can lull me into a false sense of security and then strike.
March 15th, 2012
T. Basilton Grimm-Pitch
I don’t know what I’m going to do. Snow won’t leave me alone for one second to try to sort out these feelings. Every time I see him (in class, or our room, or trailing me in the catacombs), I just want to kiss him or bite him. That’s when I’m at my worst, when he’s following me and we’re alone and it would just be so easy to end this, one way or another. I don’t think I’m going to survive.
October 28, 2015
T. Basilton Grimm-Pitch
I feel tired, the Numpties took everything out of me, everything usually reserved for dealing with Snow. I can’t deny that it’s nice, that despite all the pain it causes me it’s nice to see him. He was what I held onto when I felt myself slipping away. He looks at me like I’m about to explode. Even now he keeps glancing up at me over his homework like I’m going to pounce on him (which, maybe I am).
October 28, 2015
Baz is back, I don’t know how to react. He looks hurt, who could have hurt him? Maybe it was some kind of rite of passage, maybe he’s finally ready to take me out. I should tell him about his mom, or I should look through his stuff to find out where he’s been. I don’t know what I’m going to do.
October 29th, 2015
I did it, went through his stuff I mean. And I found something, a diary. I read something, and I’m just not sure how to react. I don’t know what’s happening, I just don’t know how to feel about this.
October 29th, 2015
T. Basilton Grimm-Pitch
Snow is acting weird, even more than usual. I think he’s avoiding me, not looking me in the eye. And then he even smiled at me, I’m not sure what I’m supposed to do. But I sure a hell am not letting him suck me into whatever weird drama is going on in his life. I won’t let him do that to me, not now.
October 30th, 2015
Simon kissed me, he kissed me until my lips were numb, he kissed me all night. I kissed him, I kissed Simon Snow. Simon Snow kissed me, I feel like I’m dreaming, and maybe I am. He kissed me and I can’t even find it in myself to be angry that he went through my stuff.
A fan musical of the book Carry On by Rainbow Rowell using songs from many musicals (and a few non-musical songs). Each song is annotated with a quote or reference to the book to demonstrate where in the book the song is taking place. Sadly, the annotations are not available on mobile. :( (Please suggest any songs and/or quotes you feel need to be added!) Incredible cover art by @ddoale ! Go check out their blog; their art is fantastic and they are a really cool person!! (And so talented!!! Like holy s m o k e s)
Since the songs have annotations that don’t show up on mobile, I’ll put them under the cut! Hope you enjoy!!
Either, "Who says no to sex and donuts?" or, "Relax. I'll wash your hair for you." pretty please?
Thanks for the prompts, love, I did both! Hope you like it!
“This is exactly why I don’t take the beanie off, Betty!”
Jughead pawed at his sticky head of hair, plucking out the chunks of cookie dough and tossing them into the trashcan sitting by Betty’s vanity. “It’s like the world knows when my hair is exposed to the unfathomable missteps of other people’s clumsiness and waits until the exact wrong moment to make my life miserable.”
“It’s just ice cream, Juggie,” Betty reminded him, biting her bottom lip as she attempted to suppress an amused smile. “It’ll come out.”
“That’s not the point, Bets, the point is that we’re never going anywhere ever again,” Jughead told her, leaning forward to check out the sticky situation in the mirror and grimacing at the sight of his matted mess of locks. “Especially not to the carnival where children with sticky hands can drop ice cream cones on your head like they were professionally trained to do so.”
“Don’t you think you’re being a tad dramatic,” Betty wondered, crossing one leg over the other as she watched the pathetic scene unfolding in front of her from her spot on the bed. “You were doing something nice for her and things went a little sideways. It’s not the end of the world.”
“You know, I bet she dropped that teddy bear on purpose,” Jughead muttered, whirling around to point a finger at Betty and nodding to himself as if answering his own question. “Yeah, she waited until the right chump who couldn’t resist helping a poor little girl in need came along, and WHAM! that’s when she decided to execute her fool proof plan.”
“She was like four,” Betty pointed out, her eyebrows drawing together at her boyfriend’s insane dramatics as she reached forward to pick up her phone resting at the foot of the bed.
“They’re training them to plot and deceive in preschool nowadays, I’m telling you,” Jughead insisted, twisting and pulling at the strands of hair with such urgency that Betty thought he was going to start ripping them of his head roots in all. “It’s a conspiracy.”
“You’re ridiculous,” Betty mumbled, rolling her eyes in mock-annoyance as she typed out a text message to Veronica and tried her best to ignore the incessant complaints pouring out of Jughead’s mouth.
“This is going to take ages to get out,” Jughead whined once more. “I’m going to be stuck in that shower until our high school graduation I’m calling it now.”
Enough was enough for Betty as she tossed her phone onto the bedspread and swung her legs off the mattress in one swift motion, marching her way over to Jughead and grabbing him by the wrist.
“Come here,” Betty commanded, pulling him up from the chair and tugging him forwards to lead him across the bedroom.
“Where are we going?” Jughead wanted to know, stumbling over a pile of textbooks as they made their way into the bathroom. “Ow, Betty, don’t pull so hard!”
“Jug, relax,” Betty soothed, reaching up to grab a fistful of dark hair in her hands and smiling amusedly in his direction. “I’ll wash your hair for you.”
“If it’ll get you to stop whining like a little baby, then yes,” Betty smirked, stepping around him to close the lid to the wicker laundry basket sitting next to the bathtub and pulling it over to the sink.
“Should I start the shower or-” Jughead raised a flirtatious eyebrow at the prospect of sharing such a steamy encounter with his girlfriend, but Betty quickly shut down that fantasy with a swift smack to the arm.
“Over the sink, perve,” Betty mumbled, filling the sink with warm water and gesturing towards the laundry basket with a flick of her hand. “Sit down.”
Jughead did as he was told, leaning his back against the porcelain material and tilting his head backwards to rest it as comfortably as he could on the brim of the sink.
“You know, this is kind of nice actually,” Jughead hummed, his eyes closing contentedly and his lips curling into a satisfied grin as Betty massaged her fingers through his dark mop of hair.
“Yeah, well, don’t get used to it,” Betty warned, squirting a glob of shampoo onto her palm and rubbing her hands together before running them through his locks.
“Too late,” Jughead mumbled, his head bobbing backwards as he let himself enjoy the pampering that he knew he didn’t deserve and silently hoped that this wouldn’t be a one time occurrence. “You know, to thank you for saving my hair from becoming a hardened shell of sugary stickiness, why don’t I buy us a dozen of those donuts you like so much from that bakery down the street.”
“Mmm,” Betty murmured, flicking on the faucet and guiding Jughead’s head backwards so that it reached the streaming water and rinsed out the clumps of soapy shampoo sticking to his wet hair.
As Betty took a step away from the sink to grab a towel hanging on the rack next to the tub, Jughead caught her by the arm, his fingers lightly wrapping around her thin wrist as he pulled her gently down to his level to whisper in her ear. “And when we’re done we can hop in that shower and you can wash my hair all over again,” Jughead breathed, his lips grazing the tip of her earlobe as he reached up to run a steady hand through her own golden tresses. “Or we can do other things. Things that don’t involve washing at all.”
Just as Jughead leaned into the embrace to cover her lips with kisses, Betty pulled away from his grip and began drying his hair frantically with the towel.
“Nice try,” Betty told him smugly, pointing to the clock on the wall with her free hand and continuing to run the towel through his sopping hair with the other. “But we have to meet Archie and Veronica at the bowling alley in an hour remember?”
“Are you kidding?” Jughead sat up quickly, the towel falling to the floor into a damp heap as he scrambled to spring off of the laundry basket. “Who says no to sex and donuts?”
“A girl who just watched her boyfriend whine for fifteen minutes straight about an ice cream cone falling in his hair,” Betty reminded him, one hand resting firmly on her hip as she raised an eyebrow at him as if to dare him to challenge her on this accusation.
“Yeah, not my finest moment,” Jughead admitted. “Fair enough. I’ll charm you with my impressive bowling skills instead - I’m talking PBA Grand Slam level of talent coming your way, Bets.”
“Oh, I’m turned on already,” Betty smirked, pushing his arm back playfully as she leaned forward to dig through the cabinet underneath the sink. “Now should I blow dry your hair or are you just going to stick your beanie over it and call it a day?”
“Have you met me?” Jughead gasped, his hand moving up to rest over his heart as he widened his eyes at Betty dramatically.
“You’re right,” Betty nodded, pulling out the much-too-pink blow dyer and holding it out in his direction. “So blow dryer?”
1. Do you turn water into electricity through hydropower because DAM
2. Are you an element because i’d periodically do you on a table
3. Are you an atom because ive got my ion you
4. I want you more than Leonardo Dicaprio wants an Oscar
5. I might be the left shark but youre the right shark for me
6. Do you have an iphone i can borrow? I just really need google maps because im completely lost in your eyes right now
7. I like you more than kanye likes kanye
8. Are you hot topic because im uncomfortable when i enter you
9. Are you from starbucks because i like you a latte
10. The club isn’t the only thing goin up on a tuesday
11. Do you want to get chipotlaid
12. Minerals aren’t the only thing I crave
13. I’d share my tots with you
14. I see youre drinking skim milk. Is that because you think youre fat? Because youre not. You could drink whole if you wanted to.
15. Is your name Neville because I long for your bottom
16. Tea won’t be the only thing i’m dropping into your harbour
17.U just (nicholas) caged my heart
18. Are you tired? Youve been running through my mind all day
19. If i was a superhero, id be YourMan
20. Tags arent the only thing i’m gonna be poppin
21. Vincent van gogh out with me
22. If you were my homework i’d do you
23. Are you my pinky toe because i want to bang you on every piece of furniture in my house
24. Are you spahgetti because i’d love you to meat my balls
25. Youre the hottest pocket
26. My heads in the game but itd rather be between your thighs
27. Are you playing mario golf because you just won this hole
28. In west philadelphia, born and raised, on top of you is how i’ll be spending most of today
29. Roses are red violets are blue like the titanic im going down on you
30. Your soul isnt the only thing i wanna suck
31. If im mozart, will you be my baethoven
32. All this cream cheese and i still want you in my bae goals
33. Do you play sims because YIPKEE BANAKATOO! NABO BAZEDDD
34. Do you want creme bru laid for dessert
35. Are you from hogwarts because id love to slytherin your pants
36. Catching the golden snitch isnt the only thing i can do with my mouth
37. Hell ive fallen for you and cant get up
38. Are you raven because i’ll be your lil nasty
39. Are you Robin Thicke because get the fuck away from me
40. Are you instagram because i’m likin what i see
41. Is that a cellphone in your back pocket because dat ass is calling me
42. Are you tumblr because im gonna be on you all night
43. Tonight, im gonna put a snake in YOUR boot
44. Is your name wifi because im feelin a connection
45. If you were a sharpie youd be ultra fine
46. A dolla aint gonna be the only thing that makes you holla tonight honey boo boo child
47. You can hakuna my tatas
48. Youre the obi-wan for me
49. Are you feelin it now mr krabs
50. You make my life les miserables
"For one ticket, your total is 6.50." "Is that the senior price?" "It's actually our early bird discount, so it's even cheaper than senior price!" "Hmph. Well, you should have a senior discount on top of the early bird discount." Why are old people so fucking cheap. Lady, you're already saving a dollar from our regular senior price, can't you just be happy with that.
Most older people live alone and all their friends have died. They are lonely. But why can’t they just say hello or other small talk. Why do they have to mostly be nasty as duck o other people. Like it’s my fault you woke up today and your going to make my life miserable too.
Well before I finish other work I’ve got going on, I’m in the mood for little one-liner prompts to help me pass the time! So feel free to request any fandom, character you wish, along with the number(s) you want me to write and I’ll get to it!
1) “Stop it! You know that I care about you!”
2) “I hate you!” “You love me!”
3) “Don’t you see? I’m in love with you”
4) “Trust me, I know what I’m doing.”
5) “That’s a lie.”
6) “Wait…are you saying what I think you’re saying?!”
7) “We’re two different people…yet we’re the same.”
8) “I just want you to love me like I love you!”
9) “T-That’s…not possible.”
10) “It’s all my fault.”
11) “I can’t give you what he/she can. But I can give you my all”
12) “Just leave me alone!”
13) “What part of ‘Get lost’ don’t you understand?”
14) “So…wanna make out?”
15) “You’re a virgin?”
16) “I would kiss you, but you’re a total dick.”
17) “Why are you so obsessed with me?!”
18) “You gotta let me go…”
19) “I can’t live without you…why can’t you see that?”
20) “Don’t you see? I can’t.”
21) “Wait what?”
22) “WHY ARE YOU NAKED?!”
23) “What are you doing? What, what, what are you doing?”
24) “THEY ARE 99¢ at CVS!”
25) “Stop breathing.”
26) “Well…that just happened.”
27) “Uh…we CANNOT tell mom.”
28) “At the WHAT and WHERE was I?”
29) “I loved once. Then I realized: Bleh.”
30) “Whatever, I’m just too awesome to handle.”
31) “You’re an idiot.”
32) “I’m YOUR idiot.”
33) “How can I repay you?”
34) “My precious, innocent mind!”
35) “You…you what?”
36) “I hate you with a passion.”
37) “Are you an angel? Good, because your horns are showing”
38) “Why are you so determined to make my life miserable?”
39) “Is it too late to say I like you?”
40) “Look at his stupid face…I just wanna kiss all over it. Why do I wanna do that?!”
i’m really tired of people calling “TERF’s” straight men in disguise. 9 times out of 10 it’s a lesbian who is called a TERF because y'all are homophobic as hell, and that’s just…i don’t think i need to explain how awful it is to call same sex attracted women straight men. please unfollow me if you think it’s okay to pull this shit.
It was weird seeing someone who had once meant so much to you walk by without even a glance. Scratch that, there was a glance… There was a moment of recognition and then there was an intentional act of looking away and not bothering to look back while Jungkook stood there fighting to get his breath back.
He knew Jimin had moved out of Busan to study in the same university he was currently enrolled in but never in a thousand lifetimes had Jungkook expected to run into him now – when his first semester there ended with no sign of Jimin, he ruled that out as something that just wasn’t going to happen. Imagine his surprise when, walking to his next class, he heard the laugh he held so close to his heart, one he missed more than pretty much anything, one he would recognize anywhere.
Of course Jungkook knew it was his fault that they stopped talking, he had been the one to screw up and push Jimin away simply because he didn’t know how to handle the situation they were put in. Still, when Jimin looked his way, part of him hoped he would at least acknowledge him there and maybe give him another chance to undo the damages of the past.
But Jimin hadn’t even spared him a second glance and it hit Jungkook like a thousand bricks that he had been too naïve to believe things would change in the blink of an eye.
So Jungkook pulled his backpack further up on his shoulder and went in the opposite direction, Jimin’s you’ll always be my best friend echoing inside his brain.
[I tried to make a fancy graphic but I wasn’t happy with any of it so here I go and write.
First of all:
Life has been pretty terrible as of late again. I am living off 100 euros a month and only by careful planning can I make it work but I don’t have money for anything unless I have a coupon or something else that gives me a huge discount. I won’t get paid until August at the earliest so that’s really tough. I’d feel terrible asking for money though.
This blog means the world to me and being able to share it with this many people is fantastic!!!
I’m actually going to try and tag some people and write something nice about them. It is stressing me out as I want to thank a lot of people but I can’t thank over 600 people so aaaah here it goes:
The six remaining members of BTS sat at a coffee shop as you
ordered for the table.
She looks miserable. Tae
noted as he looked at the guys, who looked down at the table.
Why would Jungkook do
that? Jimin asked, but Jin was the only one to shrug.
I get that the two of
them were fighting before, but it took a turn. I can’t think of anything,
except Jungkook was just trying to make Y/N jealous. Namjoon said pensively
as he rubbed his temples. But Jungkook
has never been like that. He continued as he tsked.
You stood a ways away from them for a moment of reprieve as
you zoned out on the menu board. So many things had gone through your head,
scenarios of you walking right up to Jungkook and smacking him or yelling at Adrianna,
but nothing made you feel better. Your phone buzzed, a news notification.
BTS Member, Jeon Jungkook,
out with a new girl? Could the idol be dating someone?
The headline made you roll your eyes. He is dating someone, me, but he’s going out with my best friend. You
murmured to yourself, no matter how you worded it, Jungkook was going out with
Adrianna, alone. A part of you wanted to text Jungkook and ask him to clarify
this headline, but you were scared of the answer. Grabbing the tray of drinks,
you walked over to the table.
Y/N, we can help! Hobi
said as he stood up to retrieve the heavy tray from your hands. You smiled at
him and sighed as you sat down. Placing your phone on the table, Namjoon could
see the headline notification still on your lock screen and shook his head.
He’s an idiot. Namjoon
mumbled and you glanced over at him in confusion. Jungkook is an idiot. But if there’s one thing I know, it’s that he really
cares for you. Namjoon said with such sincerity that it made your heart
swell, but not for long before it plummeted to your stomach.
Not after today. You
muttered. I should have told Adrianna
about me and Jungkook a long time ago, I just got so nervous. Remember that
time Jungkook and I were photographed getting ice cream? You recounted how
angry Adrianna was and how she put you on blast without knowing. It was that day that I became aware that
this wouldn’t be easy to confess to her. It’s like this time in high school
when a guy she liked confessed that he liked me. She wouldn’t speak to me for a
month. I had to beg for her forgiveness. You stirred your drink around
until the silence became too much and you looked up to see all of the guys
looking at you with furrowed brows.
She sounds like a
bitch. Tae said and Jin smacked him on the arm. Ow! Tae rubbed his arm.
Hyung, she does sound
like a major bitch. Yoongi told Jin.
Yea, but she’s Y/N’s
friend! He defended Adrianna to the guys, but you looked at them.
Why does she sound
like a bitch? You asked, still with a haze of confusion.
Y/N, you did nothing
wrong. Why would you need to apologize for something you can’t control? A guy
liking you isn’t something you could stop, she sounds like she was just jealous
and took her anger out on you. Namjoon explained in the best way he could
before Tae jumped in.
It’s a bitch move. Tae
said matter-of-factly, which made you giggle before you completely comprehended
what Namjoon said.
I guess I never
thought of it that way. I always would be on edge because I was worried that
she would get mad at me about anything. I never really thought if it was actually
my fault that she should be upset. You said more to yourself than to them
and Hobi stood up.
Well then, tell that
bitch off! He exclaimed and the guys started to get riled up.
Hold on — You
tried to stop them, but Jin shook his head.
They’re right. You don’t
need someone like that in your life and if she’s making you that unhappy, maybe
she’s better not being your friend. Jin’s calm voice really got through to
you as you thought back on all the moments when she had blamed you for
something you couldn’t control. How Adrianna would be angry if you got a new
shirt, or if you got a better grade in a class. She would get visibly upset if
you were dating someone and she wasn’t. She would even accuse you of copying her
if you wore an outfit that slightly resembled hers. All of the unhappy emotions
that she caused bubbled to the surface as you nodded.
I’m gonna drop her. You
said and the guys smacked each other and smiled. Namjoon looked at the article
and found out which ice cream shop Jungkook was at before leading the way.
Not too far from the café, Jungkook was doing his best to try
and explain things to Adrianna, but she was more preoccupied with what to
How can I discreetly
say that we are together without saying it? She asked Jungkook, who
scrunched up his nose in confusion.
Adrianna, I brought
you out here to tell you something. He said in a more stern way, she looked
up from her phone and nodded with a smile.
Is it that I’m the
most beautiful girl you have ever seen and that you will never be the same
because of me? She asked as she placed her hand on his thigh and Jungkook’s
eyes went wide as he quickly looked over at Se Jun, who was sitting a couple
tables away. Se Jun saw the look of sheer panic and decided to move a little
closer to the idol and his fan.
No! Wow, you must read
a lot of fics or something. He mumbled, a lot of the fans usually had cute
fan fictions that they would write about him and he loved to read them, but
with Adrianna sounded a little too intense.
Adrianna, I took you out because I wanted
to tell you that Y/N and I are dating. Adrianna looked at him, the smile
wiped off her face as she squinted her eyes in anger.
What? She said
through gritted teeth. That little
conniving bitch is always trying to get what’s mine. She spoke angrily. Jungkook
puffed out his chest in defense.
Hey! Y/N is not a
bitch! I thought you were her friend?! He exclaimed as his eyebrows
furrowed in disgust.
Oh, she has always
wanted to be like me. She’s always trying to make MY life miserable. She’s
gonna regret it. Adrianna continued. You walked in, Jungkook’s back was to
the door, but Adrianna could see you. Suddenly, Adrianna’s angry face dissipated
and she smiled sweetly at Jungkook. Aw,
Jungkook! She said in her signature flirtatious voice before sealing her
lips on his. The guys all stood around you with their mouths hung open. Your
heart broke like a piece of glass hitting a concrete floor. You watched as
Jungkook pushed himself away from her embrace, but the image was burned into
Se Jun stood up from his spot and ran over to the table.
Alright, Adrianna, you’ve
stepped over the line! He said to her, but the damage had been done. Se Jun
looked passed Adrianna at you and Jungkook turned to see your face contorted
with sadness and anger. Your mind was in a flurry of different states of
distress and you closed your eyes and took a deep breath.
Y/N, it’s — He
started, but you finished.
It’s not what it looks
like? Right? You asked and looked at the guys that stood around you. Bowing
a little, you walked passed them and calmly made your way out of the ice cream
shop, but not before they could hear you say. So this is what heartbreak feels like.
author’s note: thank you for all the support i got on the last chapter! i’ll definitely do my best to post chapters out more, but i’m not the best with coming up with ideas on the spot, but i’m also terrible and coming up with the plot and storyline beforehand. if you like my writing and can’t wait for the next chapter to read, requests are opened for both boys and girls~
Upon entering high school, I suddenly felt relieved of all stress I have ever felt before. I’m not quite sure as to why, but I am assuming it is because I now had an even smaller chance of being in the same class as Baekhyun, and even if I did, it’d be too difficult for him to annoy me due to how much more would have to be done during class. Because of this, I think found myself no longer drowning in anger, or anything for that matter. I felt this way until fourth period.
Fourth period, I thought, was the cursed period. Really, I only thought of it that way because of me being the immature freshman I was (though I’m not saying I’ve matured much to my senior year, to this day I’m almost the exact same from my first year of high school). Why was it cursed, you may ask. Before thinking anything, let me put your thoughts to rest. No, it is not Byun Baekhyun. Thank God for that, I gladly thought. It’s almost as bad, though. Who were those terrible troublemakers making my life miserable? Kim Jongdae and Oh Sehun. I was happy that Jungkook or Baekhyun weren’t in that class, or else I would’ve hated life ten times more.
To make it worse, the two boys, or “men,” as they liked to call themselves, decided to sit on both sides of me. It was terrible. Sometimes, they’d sit behind me and just grab at my hair like a one-year-old just learning to grab things. Other times when they were behind me, they’d poke me in the shoulder or attempt to tickle me in the neck.
I managed to get through it luckily, so I didn’t find it too much of a struggle, but that doesn’t necessarily mean I found it pleasant, either. So did I enjoy it? No, but was it easy to pass through? Yes. So overall, it may have been a nuisance, but that doesn’t mean it was the end of the world or anything. I mean, it’s not like anybody’s life could ever be perfect, and mine is, without a doubt, far from perfect.
So fourth period wasn’t too bad of a class, but then lunch came along. If I wasn’t so stupid then, I’d be thinking rationally about it, but at the time, I thought that everyone in freshman year would have different lunch schedules, but of course, I forgot one important key factor: there are multiple grades in highschool, all of which have students from all over the district remain in one school. Of course they wouldn’t be able to let freshmen have different lunch schedules.
The first thing I thought after I realized that all freshmen would be together is how Baekhyun, Jungkook, and/or many others wouldn’t be able to find me easily - no way could they! At a school with hundreds of first years, it couldn’t be a coincidence for them to find me. If it was, I would sure as hell be done with life.
As you’ve probably figured out by now, you can probably tell Baekhyun saw me. He fucking saw me, and now he practically refused to leave me alone. I admit, after junior high, puberty had definitely hit him hard, he was now taller and, though his voice isn’t too deep, I could definitely hear a difference in his voice.
“Y/N!” he yelled, waving over at me, still as hyper as always. Perhaps I forgot about our elementary days, or maybe I considered that people change, but I soon found myself walking over to him, saying goodbye to Jennie (the two of us actually did become best friends, it wasn’t just first grade talk) and slowly making my way over to Baekhyun.
“Um, hi…” I awkwardly said, holding my arms closely to my body, wrapping my cardigan around my torso while doing so. Sensing my awkwardness, he chuckled and smirked, which grabbed my attention and made my eyes widen. So he hasn’t changed… I thought to myself, suddenly regretting walking over to him. I looked around for Jennie, desperately trying to find her and have her save the day. However, as I looked around, I couldn’t find her anywhere. Just my luck…
“You’re still the same…” he bluntly pointed out, which made me feel insecure about myself and caused me to tighten my arms around my torso. Had I really not changed at all? Was I still the awkward girl from junior high, who had acne covering every inch of her face and had no bump on her chest at all? Had I really not grown at all? All of these questions ran through my head, just as I was starting to feel better about my body, too.
Suddenly, I felt as though I wasn’t enough, nor would I ever be enough. It came crashing down on me out of nowhere, like a landslide on the side of a cliff. Who knew the boy I despised could make me think such things about myself. At that moment I told myself to never listen to Byun Baekhyun and his stupid words at all, no matter how funny they could be in the middle of class. He may have been a class clown, but that does not mean I ever liked him. I just liked his jokes and crazy antics, only in the middle of class though. Anything to get us out of school work, I suppose.
He let out another laugh. “I mean you’re still the same girl from elementary, the one who was shy and quiet but nice.” My eyes widened again, shocked at what he said. What ever made him think I was nice? We hated each other, how could he think that? Truly, my mind was going all over the place. What did he mean when he said that? To this very day, nearing the end of senior year, I still haven’t figured it out.
“Um, thanks, I think…?”
He releases more laughter. “Take it as a compliment. I mean no harm to you.”
What. The. Actual. Fuck. Seriously, when had this boy, Byun Baekhyun, ever been nice to me before? I thought back to our previous years together. Could I recall a single moment where he was polite and not a piece of shit? Nope. If only my brother was here instead of in college. Then, I’d be able to ask him what the hell is happening. It didn’t make any sense, like, at all.
Maybe if I thought back to my brother’s words from my preschool days, I most likely would have been able to come up with a theory. Maybe not the best or most reasonable of theories, but it was a theory. Realizing my silence is because I don’t know what to say, he continues on. “So… What classes do you have next?” He started bouncing on the balls of his feet, most likely noticing the tense aura and letting himself drown into it.
My mind suddenly hit a blank: I could no longer remember my schedule. Why was this happening? Why couldn’t I remember? I received a lump in my throat - I didn’t want to be seen as stupid or hollow, but why was I struggling to remember something I spent hours memorizing? “Um… I think I have history next… Oh, yeah! It’s history. I have history.” I soon after had a blush spreading on my cheeks; how stupid I must’ve sounded in that moment. To be honest, I wouldn’t be surprised if he thought I was an idiot. I mean, I did blank on something so simple - and it wasn’t even a nerve wracking question! Thankfully, and shockingly, he let it go. He didn’t even make a big deal about it. Is this what puberty does to boys?
“Hm… I guess I won’t see you around then, I have history second.” He let out a long sigh, as if he actually wanted to be in my class. I highly doubt it. My train of thought was soon interrupted by two other boys calling for Baekhyun. Jongdae and, I believe, Chanyeol. The table had eleven people in total, they were just waiting for Baekhyun. Must be more popular than I thought…
He looked back at me after taking a few steps, as if he was hesitating on leaving me. “Um, our area can fit like fourteen people if you and your friend would like to join.” My mind must have been playing tricks on my mind that day, because from what I could see, I saw a faint blush on his cheeks. No way was Byun Baekhyun, shittiest boy out there, was blushing while inviting me. I bet Chanyeol was behind this, forcing the boy to be polite to everyone, even me.
“I’ll go ask Jennie, but she might be sitting with Lisa and BamBam already, and knowing those three, the table’s probably full…”
“Well, if it is, you can always come join us…?” Was that a question? I wasn’t too sure at the time, everything was too strange that day.
I didn’t want to seem strange though, so I answered almost immediately, which probably ended up making me sound desperate. I was, and still am, too awkward for my own good. “Yeah, sure! I’ll join you guys if it’s full or if she says yes.”
Maybe that was the best choice I could make or the worst choice I could make. At this point, nothing made sense, and, let me tell you, it won’t make sense for the rest of my high school life.
"Get over it":
Ok this is litterally the most degrading thing you could ever say to someone ever. It doesnt matter if they have a disorder or not, dont say this to people.
"Just dont follow through with the urges!":
Haahahah if we could we would. Most of us are in therapy or are in need of therapy to learn how to do this because our brains cant process it. We follow through with these urges because if we dont, our head tells us we are either in danger or something will go wrong. Trust us, we want to stop the urges, we dont want them, and for some of us its easier to ignore them while for others its not.
"Your disorder makes my life/your families life/your friends life miserable":
Yeah thanks for your input. It makes my life miserable too. :/
"Your wasting all our resources!" (For obsessive hand washers, clothing washers or bathers):
We know its excessive, but looming this over our heads doesnt help us get better. So, instead of worrying about that, how about you try to walk us through our urges and help us see why its excessive instead of telling us how we are such a waste.
PEOPLE WITH OCD WANT TO GET BETTER. WE NEED THERAPY TO GET BETTER. WE DONT WANT THESE URGES. TELLING US TO GET OVER IT OR THAT WE ARE A WASTE DOESNT HELP US GET BETTER. HELP US THROUGH OUR URGES, TALK TO US, HELP DISTRACT US FROM THE URGES. PLEASE.
Hey Doc can you spare me a minute? I just wanted to tell you that you are literally amazing, more than i ever could ask for... you make me want to get up, you make me want to keep going forward and look up for every single next day my life has to offer me, i am truly well... i can even say honored to call myself your boyfriend, because not only you make me a better person, but you make my life be less miserable than it was until i got to meet you. I love you Doc, i truly do, and i always will.
if i could get rid of any of my mental illnesses i would choose ocd. even over ptsd and schizoaffective. because i can openly talk about the rest, but some of my intrusive thoughts that make even going shopping painful i can’t share with anyone. they just make my life miserable. if i could never leave my house again just so i don’t have to deal with it i would.