Come on, Raven. What stinks the most? That I tricked you? That I nearly wiped out your team? That everyone liked me better than you? Or is it that deep down inside you really believed I was your friend?
Please, Oikawa-san, take me away. I don’t care where, as long as it’s far away from here.
This is from the very beginning of the amazing road trip au created by the wonderful @mooksmookin!! (do ask them about it, it’s really great!!) I have a small comic for this that I’m working on, but since it will probably take a while, I’m just going to post these two pics.
Anakin’s Force Ghost: …ten times. Obi-Wan’s Force Ghost: Nine. Anakin: Ten! Obi-Wan: Anakin, I am not about to argue with you about this again. [under his breath] Nine times. Anakin: I can’t…I cannot believe you are not counting that business on – Old Man Luke: [bolting out of his chair] OH MY GOD YOU TWO. [hysterical] That’s it. That’s it! Get out. You…you have to move out. Obi-Wan: [agape] But…after everything I’ve done for you – Anakin: Luke, I am your FATHER you can’t just throw me out! Rey: OK, now, let’s all just calm down, I’m sure we can figure out a solution to – Luke: No. NO. We’re done here. I have been listening to these two bitch about every last thing for YEARS. If I have to hear that STUPID STORY about Cato Neimoidia ONE MORE GODDAMN TIME – Obi-Wan: [solemnly packing his bags] Very well, then. I presume I can take the electric tea kettle… Anakin: [ripping it out of his hands] Hold on, no one’s going anywhere. Luke, you don’t really mean this. What would you do without us to guide you? Without all the good we do for you? Luke: Ha! The entire time since Ben turned to the Darkside you’ve mostly been watching soap opera reruns, yelling at each other about stuff that happened a hundred years ago that NO ONE CARES ABOUT, or pretending that no one can hear you guys in the guest room! [Rey’s eyes widen, Obi-Wan looks scandalized] What possible good is this doing me? Anakin: [solemnly]…very well. I can see we’re not wanted here. Obi-Wan, my pants please. [Anakin puts on pants] Rey: But…but where will you two go? Obi-Wan: Well, Master Yoda still spends time in his swamp sometimes. I suppose we could – Anakin: Oh no, we’re not hanging out with that guy full-time. Also the color of the swamp clashes with my eyes. Obi-Wan: [murmurs] Oh Lord. OK, well, then who? Leia? I mean, I suppose she’s all that we have left… [Anakin shoots Luke a look of pure terror] Luke: [smirking] Yes! Oh, I am sure you and Leia will have a great time together, Dad. She gets the Soap Opera Channel, you know! [shooing them towards the door] All right, go on then, see you guys later! Obi-Wan: [looking over his shoulder at Luke] I don’t like this idea.
*Requested* Can I request a Damon Salvatore one shot where the reader and Damon were best friends before he moved back to Mystic Falls and then he kinda forgets her and they meet again and she is just really sarcastic about the whole thing so Damon kisses her to shut her up or something like that?
(Attention, sarcasm ahead :D No seriously, I hope this is sarcastic enough for the lovely anon who requested this. I hope you enjoy! Happy reading my lovelies!)
It´s very early in the morning, as the chatter echoes through the bar, slowly dies down, signaling that it is almost closing time. You bought this bar 8 months ago after you and a certain blue-eyed friend of yours pretty much trashed the place. You always desired to have your own bar and this seemed to be the right fit.
A bartender of yours knocks on the door of your small office, sticking his head through the crack of the door.
Bartender: “Hey, there´s a guy asking for you out front.”
Y/N: “What? Who?”
Bartender: “No idea. He didn´t say his name. But he´s smoking hot.”
You follow him outside wondering who that smoking hot guy is, but you stop dead in your tracks as you come face to face with your best friend Damon, or better former best friend.
Y/N: “Well well, look who it is.”
Damon: “You finally renovated, huh? I hope you serve something else than beer now.”
So, I’ve seen a lot of posts about Lance being bilingual because he’s from Cuba, but this is my personal head canon. I mean, the boy went to a super elite astronaut-training school, yet we know he’s not as technologically gifted as say Hunk or Pidge (and his piloting skills are debatable). What if he got in based on another talent?
Can I request the second school prompt for Jared x Evan?
“I have no one to sit with at lunch so I sat at your table and now your friends are not-so subtly kicking you under the table. Now they’re very loudly whispering that your crush has shown up and oh my god. I have never seen you this red by the way.” AU with Jared/Evan by @neglectedrainbow
Evan stands, completely petrified, in front of the library, staring at a red piece of paper taped to the door. “LIBRARY CLOSED DURING PERIODS 5 AND 6” it reads, in large, borderline aggressive letters. He continues staring at the note, trying to will himself not to panic-or-or run or cry or-
Evan doesn’t normally go to the cafeteria; he much prefers to huddle into a corner of the library and secretly eat his lunch in serenity. The lunch room is too much, full of yelling voices and spilled food and-and it’s just too much, it’s always been too much, and now where is he supposed to go? He can’t go to the writing lab, because it’s already full, and-and, he could just eat his food in the bathroom, bent in a stall. He almost accepts that level of defeat until a hand claps down on his shoulder. “Evan?”
He flinches backwards, and Jared raises both of his hands in a symbol of peace, his expression flashing in regret. “Sorry, sorry, I know better than to jump up on you like that.”
When Evan doesn’t respond, too busy trying to calm his heartrate down to an acceptable level, Jared continues, “What’re you doing, though?”
“Oh,” Evan begins to pull at one of the straps of his backpack. “Um… Just… Noticing that-that the library’s closed.”
“Huh,” Jared looks at the sign, squinting as he reads it. “What class are you in now? Maybe the teacher mixed up where you’re meeting?”
“No, no, um…” Earlier this year, Evan had convinced Jared that he had European History this period, trying desperately to avoid either offending Jared by not sitting with him at lunch or appearing to be an even bigger mess by admitting to being unable to sit in the lunchroom for 45 minutes. “I have…” He bites his tongue, looking into Jared’s eyes for a moment, and they’re too trusting; he can’t lie. “Lunch, actually.”
“Really? How come-” Jared’s face falls for a moment, his eyebrows pulling in as he surveys his friend. “Who do you sit with?” There’s a hit of-of sadness, or maybe anger, in his voice.
“I don’t really-I do homework in the library, normally, so-I don’t really, um, sit with anyone?”
“Oh,” Jared’s looking at him again, intensely, and Evan can feel his cheeks heat up in embarrassment. “Well, if you don’t have anywhere else to go, you can come sit with me?” To any casual listener, that question would sound off-handed, like a second thought, but Evan knows Jared, knows how this isn’t some flippant remark.
“Um, I can-I can try? But if it-”
Jared nods, “If it gets too loud or whatever, we can leave.” He says “we,” not “you,” which makes Evan’s chest grow tight in a way he can’t quite explain.
“Sure, sure, that’s-that’s fine.”
And off they go, their strides evening out quickly, calmly. The roaring noise from the cafeteria grows louder and louder as they approach, and Evan takes a few deep, relaxing breaths.
The table seems engrossed in a conversation when they arrive, full of hand gestures and laughing and tossing chips at each other, until Alana sees them both. Immediately, her face lights up, and she tugs on Zoe’s arm, not-so-surreptitiously nodding towards Evan. Soon enough, the enter table is desperately trying not to stare at them all at the same time and simultaneously failing miserably.
Jared leads him over, pulling out a chair next to him, and motioning for Evan to sit. Slowly, sending another glance around the table, he complies. “Hey, Jared…” Zoe starts, leaning forward and waggling her eyebrows up and down. “And Evan.” She drags out the last vowel dramatically, grinning at Jared.
“Hey Evan,” the rest of the table choruses.
He swallows drily. “Hey.”
Immediately, Alana begins hurriedly whispering in Zoe’s ear, just as two other kids (both of whom Evan vaguely recognizes from Jared’s birthday “get-together”) do the same. Jared begins to have a silent conversation with Zoe, comprised solely of exaggerated facial expressions and eye movement.
The entire table keeps glancing at Evan, who very quickly becomes more and more uncomfortable.
“So! Evan!” Alana begins, placing her elbows neatly on the tabletop. “How have you been? Jared’s told us all so much!”
“Um…nothing big, really, just… School and stuff.”
“Oh yeah!” Alana smiles like that’s the most fascinating thing she ever heard, as Jared tries to kick her underneath the table. “What about your dating life?”
“Oh come on!” Jared huffs, but he’s quickly silenced by Zoe.
“Let him speak, J! Gosh!”
Evan looks between the three of them, trying not to laugh. “I’m not dating anyone, so-”
“Really!” Alana exclaims, pursing her lips at Jared. “Well, it seems as though Zoe and I know just who you’d do fantastically with!”
Jared’s face is roughly the color of a tomato as he sputters various protests. Evan turns to his friend, leaning over, pushing away the giggle threatening at his throat, “Are you okay?”
“I’m-I’m just suffering greatly, but it’s-it’s fine,” Jared chokes, pressing a thumb into his forehead and waving vaguely. “It’s all good.”
Evan watches Jared for a few more moments, “I don’t mind them asking me questions, it’s alright.”
“No, it’s just-” Jared pushes himself up, sending a glare towards his two other friends. “Yeah.”
“You’re the color of a strawberry right now,” Evan replies.
“No, no,” Evan rushes to correct himself. “But, I mean, in-in like a good way. It’s-you’re cute.” Jared almost chokes on his own saliva.
“You’re cute,” Evan repeats, slowly, carefully, being sure to meet his friend’s eyes.
Jared’s smiling bigger than Evan’s ever before seen. “You-you’re not so bad yourself, Hansen.”
Zoe and Alana hoot and holler encouragement as the two boys smile, their hands linking together underneath the table.
aoi: skye??? what are you doing here (are you crying?) skye: I’m sorry… I didn’t have time to tell you but, I’m moving a: HUH? WHERE? YOU DIDNT EVEN TELL ME??? I THOUGHT WE WERE BUDS???
skye: I’m sorry… I’m moving to Mt.Pyre, I needed change I guess… aoi: hey its ok… don’t tell anyone, but I’m leaving too!
skye: What? You didn’t tell me either? (…hypocrite) aoi: If they knew I, the prince of Ghosts, left? My people, they would cry! skye: uh, I’m sure they would have been fi- aoi: FOR THAT REASON IT HAD TO BE hush hush- your know what i mean.
aoi: I’M GOING TO OPEN A SIMPLE CUPCAKE SHOP! Far away from responsibility and the pressure of being ROYALTY! skye: Well, Aoi, I’m sure your loyal subjects will miss you very much. aoi: ah, yeah I’m going to miss them too…
aoi: you’re moving Mt.Pyre right? I’ll move there too! We’ll go together! skye: you didn’t even know where you were going? aoi: (no I was probably just gonna go back home) Now I do tho! I wan’t to go with you!
Genre:G-Dragon x OC, Friends With Benefits AU, smut, some fluff/romance
Summary:“One more drink won’t kill you… I promise I’ll take care of you.”
A/N:Warning - there’s a small amount of abuse. I in no way know exactly what happens in SM/with their managers, this is all simply fiction.
My body ached, and my skin felt sticky under the silk
sheets. The sun was barely streaming through the curtains of the bedroom I was
in, but I felt completely awake, and semi-unaware of where I was. I fumbled for
my phone, before finally finding it and reading the time on the face: eight
I felt the light breathing of someone beside me. I glanced over towards the
opposite end of the bed, realizing Jiyong was silently sleeping with the covers
thrown almost completely off of his body, just as naked as I was.
the pounding in my head didn’t signified how drunk I’d gotten the night before,
then the naked man beside me, whose bed I was also naked in, definitely did. I
fumbled out of the bed as quietly and quickly as I could manage, making sure
that I didn’t wake Jiyong up at any costs. I threw on the pair of sweats he’d
given me the night before, along with the t-shirt, both of which were just a
little too large on me. I quickly found my dress and undergarments from the
night before, and after stuffing them in to my bag, I made my way towards the
door of the bedroom.
glanced back once more at Jiyong, his bright orange hair in disarray against
the red of his sheets. Quickly, I forced myself to pull my attention away from
his tattooed chest and into his living room, where I tripped over not one, but
two wiggling bodies.
almost screamed, but managed to cover my mouth and bite my tongue
simultaneously. Once my breathing was almost normal, I realized the two bodies
I’d almost tripped over were, in fact, two dogs covered in fat rolls.
my goodness, hi,” I laughed, both at my own foolishness and at how adorable the
two, now fully awake, dogs were. They panted at my feet, and I couldn’t resist
stooping down to pet the two of them.
oh you two are so sweet. You’re such good puppies, aren’t you?” I cooed as they
licked my hands. “Oh, yes, you are. Now, let’s not wake up your daddy, alright?
I’m trying to sneak out of here before he sees me, and I need your help to not
wake him up, okay? Can you two do that for me?”
dogs continued to bask in my affection, completely unaware of anything I was
saying to them. Eventually, I managed to pull myself away from them and hurry
towards the front door, pulling it shut as quietly as I could behind me.
I managed to hail a cab and pay the driver handsomely for driving me as fast as
he possibly could back to the SM Entertainment complex, where Noelle and I
lived in an apartment right off the building adjacent to the dorms that the
bands slept in. After pressing in the key code to the door, I scurried quickly
into the hallway and towards mine and Noelle’s room, where I prayed she would
still be sleeping after the late night EXO had at the awards show – and I was
sure afterwards too.
a deep breath to prepare myself for the possible questions Noelle would have
for me, especially if she noticed I hadn’t come back the night before, I
unlocked our door and crept inside to find our small studio apartment
I headed straight to my bed. I crawled in to it, depositing my bag in close on
the floor beside it. I glanced over at Noelle’s bed that was just a short
distance across the room from mine. I was even more confused to find that it
appeared her bed hadn’t been slept in the previous night.
the covers over my head, I sighed deeply, trying to erase the memories from the
night before that suddenly bombarded me. I couldn’t help thinking of Jiyong,
how his bright orange hair flopped carelessly into his eyes; how his lips had
tasted the first time he’d kissed me; how it’d felt when I’d been pressed so
dangerously close to him, and only pulled closer. It didn’t help that I was
enclosed in my little blanket cocoon, dressed in his clothes that I’d no doubt
stolen and embraced in his scent.
as I was reciting, unintentionally, the most extreme moments of the night
before, I was brought out of my reverie by a key being placed into our door,
and it slowly being pushed open. I poked my head out from beneath the covers,
suddenly extremely nervous to face my roommate and life-long best friend. She’d
known I was out all night, for sure. There was no way she’d miss something like
me not coming home.
Oh, my gosh, I’d hoped you’d still be asleep.” Noelle crept in through the
door, her face suddenly turning the cover of her flaming ginger hair. She was
clothed in a pair of gym shorts and an extremely large black hoodie, which just
caused the orange color of her hair to stand out more. I narrowed my eyes at
her, suddenly realizing Noelle hadn’t come home last night either.
clothes are you wearing?” I asked casually as she flopped down on her bed
across from me.
well… they’re uh… they’re Kris’s,” she replied, almost too quietly for me to
Are you serious? Is that who you’ve been out with?” I asked. I’d known Noelle
had had a crush on EXO-M’s leader, but I’d never thought that anything had come
out of the crush.
I stayed with him last night. Luhan decided to watch a movie with Sehun and
Suho last night, so Kris’s room was empty and well…”
mean you and Kris had sex?” I asked, totally dumbfounded. Also, I felt
extremely guilty. My best friend, albeit because she was caught, was telling me
about her events with a boy the night previous, and yet I was hiding all of
mine, and would continue to do so. Mine and Jiyong’s night was a onetime thing,
and I was looking forward to putting it out of my mind.
yeah, well…” Noelle trailed off, her face turned away from me. Quickly, I flew
out of my own bed and over to hers. I laid across her outstretched legs, which
gave me a clear view of her face.
I raised my eyebrows.
actually been dating each other for a little while, secretly.”
Jones! You’ve been dating Kris and haven’t told me any of it?!” I asked,
completely stunned by my friend’s sudden confession.
Keep your voice down! We didn’t tell anyone.
MaKenna, if their managers found out, I’d be fired. They won’t let the boys
date anyone that’s not an SM celebrity, and I’m most definitely not an SM
celebrity.” Noelle groaned, leaning back against her pillows. “But I like him
too much to let him go.”
this is too much adorable for one morning’s confession. I’m secretly dying over
here.” I laughed, and was rewarded with a hit from Noelle’s pillow. “Is he
really good in bed? I bet he would. Kris looks like an animal.”
my gosh, stop! That’s my boyfriend you’re talking about!” Noelle groaned,
glancing down at me. She smirked. “He was great.”
I’m jealous!” I fake complained, groaning into my arms.
whose clothes are you wearing?”
Noelle asked, flicking the t-shirt I was wearing, which I suddenly noticed was
printed with a ‘BigBang’ logo on it. The oversized grey sweats didn’t help in
convincing Noelle that I was wearing my own clothes.
Kai’s,” I said sheepishly.
“Oh, Kai’s?” Noelle raised her eyebrow
it’s nothing like that. We’re just friends, and besides,” I glanced down the
sweats, lying through my teeth. “I’m not sure if these are even his. They could
be Chanyeol’s. I just love wearing big clothes.”
expected an answer with nothing more than a teasing look. “Get off my bed, I
didn’t sleep any last night. I need my sleep, especially after what Kris and I
got up to.”
quickly made my way to my own bed as Noelle turned over in hers for her
after-sex nap. I needed my own nap, but suddenly I felt as awake as I’d felt
all morning. Jiyong’s scent engulfed me, making my head light. Without Noelle’s
distraction, I was forced to lie awake and think of nothing but his hands, his
lips, the way his tattoos scripted along his body, and the amazing one-night
stand I’d had with none other than the G-dragon.
are you day-dreaming? With scissors in
your hand? Because you’re, like, super close to my hair.” Luhan’s voice broke
into, what in fact, was an actual day dream. I refocused, realizing I was
actually pretty close to chopping off the right side of his bangs.
hush. I know what I’m doing. Who knew you could be so sassy.” I bluffed,
laughing away his accusations. “I think you hang out with Sehun too much.”
can I say, he’s my best friend,” Luhan shrugged. Once I’d successfully trimmed
his hair without getting distracted, I was able to turn my head back to the
center of my distractions for that morning, and most of the previous mornings:
Kris and Noelle.
was taking her time doing Kris’ make-up for him that morning; she was taking so
much time that I’d already finished Luhan, Sehun, and Suho’s hair while Kris
sat in her chair. Of course, the two tried to spend as much time as possible
together, especially when the managers weren’t looking.
was standing between Kris’ legs, holding an eyeliner pencil in her hand and
tilting his chin up with the other. He lazily rested his hand on her side,
laughing as she pretended to scold him for not holding still.
so jealous,” Luhan said as he stood up from my chair, smirking. Of course,
since Luhan was Kris’ roommate, he was the first to figure out the two’s
going to be sick, is what I am,” I snarled, shaking the hair from my towels a
little too forcefully. In all honesty, I’d been nothing but jealous of the two since Noelle had told me of their
relationship a week and a half prior.
with jealousy,” Luhan replied.
out of my sight, LuLu, before I beat that smirk off your face,” I hissed,
causing him to laugh loudly.
lucky Sehun is making me lunch, or I’d have to stay here all day just to tell you
how jealous you’re acting.” With that, Luhan handed me back my last towel and
disappeared out the door. I ground my teeth together, hating the fact that
Luhan was able to read me so easily. Of course I was jealous. I was jealous
that Noelle and Kris fit so easily, so perfectly,
together. I was jealous of the fact that I didn’t have someone that great,
someone I could fit that perfectly with.
someone looks grumpy.” I groaned as Kai sat down in my chair. If anyone could
read me better than Luhan could, it was definitely Kai.
fine,” I said, placing a cloth around his neck. “Did the managers tell you how
they want your hair? I can’t mess up the face.”
yeah, please don’t ruin the face,” Kai laughed sarcastically. “I have no idea
what they want done with it. Do what you think looks best. This music video
concept sucks anyway.”
smiled. “Have I ever told you you’re my best friend, Jongin?”
a couple times a day,” he smiled mischievously. Kai was definitely one person
who could brighten up my day. That, and the fact that Noelle had finally moved
on to doing Xiumin’s make-up. “So what’s bothering you?”
my lip as I rubbed mousse through Kai’s hair, debating inwardly with myself. I
wanted to tell Kai so much, starting
with my one night stand with G-Dragon. I wanted to tell him how badly I wanted
something like what Noelle and Kris had. Hell, I wanted to tell him about
Noelle and Kris. Kai had come to me so many nights, upset or pissed or sad
because of something that had happened with their management, or because he
missed his parents. Kai had told me so many of his secrets in the short time
I’d known him, and yet I froze up when I tried to tell him one of my own.
did something,” I finally spilled, not able to meet his eyes.
Kai raised an eyebrow, although his head stayed perfectly motionless as I kept
styling his hair.
something I shouldn’t have done. And I feel really guilty about it,” I
confessed. However, thinking a little harder about that night with G-Dragon, I
wondered how much I actually regretted. The sex had been great, and I’d even
gotten free clothes out of it. “Or, maybe I feel guilty about not feeling
guilty about it.”
maybe you shouldn’t feel guilty about it if you enjoyed it,” Kai said.
horrified. Did I actually enjoy hooking
up with someone I’d only just met for one night? “I don’t really think enjoy is the right word.”
did you do?” Kai asked, more in a teasing way than in a curious way.
sighed, rubbing my eyes. “It’s terrible. You’re going to hate me if I tell
You’re my best friend. I mean, besides D.O, and Sehun. You’re my best girl friend.” Kai smiled.
opened my mouth to spill everything just as the door was opened and one of
EXO’s managers strode in.
should have been ready an hour ago. Get out, now.” He grabbed Kai’s arm
roughly, pulling him away from me. I bit my lip, reaching out to stop him.
Xiumin quickly escaped Noelle’s chair and followed the two out.
hate him,” Noelle growled. “Kai is going to have another damn bruise. He
bruises so easy. Why can’t they just simply ask
the boys to go? They’re perfectly capable of going on their own.”
on. I’m going to have to finish Kai’s hair on set, or it will be my fault it
looks like crap.” I grabbed my purse and hair kit and made my way out of the
door and towards the green room, where EXO was filming their first scenes for
their music video.
able to fix Kai’s hair in between close ups, and be on stand-by for almost four
hours as the boys were pushed to their absolute limits, and beyond, in order to
perfect the choreography for their video.
IDIOT!” I heard a roar from across the room, and glanced up from the touch ups
I was giving Suho before his part in the video. My gaze immediately found Tao hanging
his head as a manager pointed into his face. Even though Tao towered over the
shorter man, it was clear in Tao’s body language how frightened he was.
sorry,” Tao mumbled, but even from my spot across the room I could hear him.
The room had gone completely silent.
sorry? You’re sorry you’re an idiot? Do better.” The manager seemed to be
satisfied with his yelling, because he began to turn away from Tao. Suddenly,
he turned back around and shoved Tao’s chest as hard as he could, causing Tao
to tumble backwards and fall on what I knew was already an injured ankle. “Disgusting.”
quickly tried to help Tao up, but was stopped by the same manager. “Don’t you
dare help him, or you’ll both be punished.”
of listening, Kris quickly grabbed Tao by the shoulders and hoisted him up,
just as a few tears slipped down Tao’s cheeks. He quickly wiped his face and
turned away from the rest of the group.
told you not to do that.” The manager’s voice had gone quiet, which was even
scarier than when he was yelling. Slowly, he made his way to Kris and slapped
him across his face. I heard Noelle let out a shriek, before she quickly
covered her mouth with her hands. Kris’ face stayed absolutely still, as if the
slap had barely phased him.
of you will dare defy me next? How about you? Should I punish you as well?” The
manager made his way over to Lay, who, out of all the members, I knew to be the
least in need of any kind of punishment. Just as their manager began to step
too close to Lay’s already frightened face, I stepped forward.
He’s done nothing,” I screamed, causing the whole room to stare at me. I
clamped a hand over my mouth, realizing what I’d just done.
the hell do you think you are, girl? Disrespecting me like that. How dare you
tell me how to discipline my band?”
I couldn’t form words. I just stared, horrified, at the people surrounding me.
OUT!” The manager roared. I quickly grabbed my things and strode from the room,
not able to look any of the members in the face. I slung open the door and
walked as fast as I could towards our work room.
in the hell was that?” Noelle had followed me from the filming room, and was
currently hot on my trail.
just… I couldn’t let him hurt Lay,” I sighed, throwing my bag into the room and
slamming the door shut. I didn’t want to be anywhere near SM at the moment. “I
need a drink.”
drink? Seriously?” Noelle asked as I turned and made my way towards the exit to
the entertainment complex. Once outside, I quickly hailed a cab. Noelle
followed me inside the vehicle, although I could feel her apprehension about
the whole thing.
let’s talk about what happened back there,” Noelle said after I told the cabbie
to take us to the closest bar. I shook my head, staring out the window.
couldn’t help them, Noelle. I couldn’t help them or I’d lose this job. They’d
fire me.” And if they fired me, I definitely wouldn’t be able to help the boys.
I’d have to leave them alone to face the horror that was SM Entertainment.
know. I hate it, too. Seeing him do that to Kris. I don’t know, it almost felt
like he’d hauled off and slapped me in the face too. I couldn’t take it.”
Noelle sighed. I couldn’t bring myself to look at her.
spent the rest of the short ride in silence. Quickly we paid and made our way
inside. I took a seat at the closest bar stool I could find and ordered my
favorite poison: tequila and tonic. Noelle ordered her own drink, and after two
I was feeling a little more calmed down after the scene we’d witnessed.
hurts that I had to walk away from them. I can’t stand not knowing what’s
happening to them right now. They could be hurting them even more right now,
and I can’t do anything about it,” I groaned, downing another drink in a couple
of gulps. I welcomed the scorching burn of the alcohol as it travelled down my
throat and settled like a lake of fire in my stomach.
think Kris might leave,” Noelle said suddenly, staring intently into her drink.
I turned my head to narrow my eyes at her.
mean he’s going to break up with you?” I asked.
well maybe. But I think he’s going to leave SM. He’s going to quit EXO.”
do you know?”
don’t. Not for sure. But sometimes he’ll say something that just makes me
wonder what exactly he’s planning. There’s a lot of stuff he doesn’t tell me,
MaKenna, and that scares me.” Noelle quickly ordered another round for us. The
alcohol was making it both easier and harder to process the events we’d just
think I should go back to the complex and wait for him. I need to make sure
he’s okay,” Noelle said, handing the bartender enough money to cover her drinks
and a tip. She slipped off the stool and grabbed her bag. “Are you coming?”
much as I wanted to, I wasn’t near drunk enough to deal with what I’d face when
I went back to the complex. I shook my head slowly, taking another burning
swig. I’d lost count of how many I’d had. “No, I need to stay. Make sure Tao is
alright for me, please?”
will. Be safe, alright? Call me if you need anything.” Noelle disappeared
quickly from the bar. I turned back around in my seat after watching her go and
ordered another drink.
thing I realized about getting sorrowfully drunk was that I absolutely hated
doing it alone. I watched as an hour slipped by and I drank a few more drinks.
I could tell the bartender was beginning to worry about my wellbeing, He even
offered to listen to my problems.
I paid and asked him to call me a cab, because the floor was suddenly spinning
very fast. Finally, I saw the bright light flash on top of the cab out front
and, stumbling, I made my way into the backseat of the cab.
to, ma’am?” The driver asked me.
don’t want to be alone,” I mumbled against the seat.
still need to have an address, or I can’t take you anywhere.” I spouted off the
first address that came to mind, even though I couldn’t remember for the life
of me whose address it actually was. It wasn’t like I knew very many people in
Seoul outside of the SM complex.
here, ma’am. I need you to pay, please.” The driver’s voice was causing a
pounding to erupt inside my head. I quickly handed him a wad of won and fumbled
with the door handle until I could get it open, spilling myself out onto the
sidewalk before an apartment complex.
walked towards the door I knew I wanted, beating on it haphazardly with my
fist. After a few minutes, I realized no one was coming to the door. For some
awful reason, this realization caused tears to spring to my eyes. It seemed as
though the fact that no one was home had unearthed a deep sadness within me.
sunk down to the ground, my back pressed up against the door. I sobbed
uncontrollably into my hands, the tequila in my system making it hard to think
of anything besides how awfully sad it
was that I couldn’t remember exactly who I wanted to come to the door.
I’d folded my arms across my knees, and managed to lean my head down so that I
was somewhere between crying and sleeping. At the sound of my name, however, I
glanced up sharply.
the eyes of G-Dragon, and immediately my eyes watered again. The last person I
wanted to see was Kwon Jiyong. And yet, I was so happy he was home. I’d waited
what’s wrong? Are you okay?” He quickly placed the grocery bags he was carrying
down on the stoop outside his door and gathered me in his arms. “What are you
didn’t want to be alone, and I’m here, but I don’t know why. Last time was a
mistake and Tao got pushed down and I just… I couldn’t take it.” I sobbed as my
words ran together helplessly, placing my head on his shoulder. Suddenly, I
reached out and ran my hand through his thick, now dull, orange hair. “Your
roots are showing. I just need to have it redone. And you’re drunk.” I could
feel his chuckle against me. “Come on, let’s get you inside. You smell like a
was at a bar,” I slurred matter-of-factly. Suddenly, the ground rushed away
from me in a whirl of sickness. It took me a moment to allow the nausea to
pass, and to realize Jiyong had picked me up from the ground to carry me inside
settled me on his couch and tried to untangle my arms from around his neck. I
panicked, suddenly realizing he was trying to let me go.
don’t leave me,” I sobbed, grabbing clumsily onto his shirt. The soft fabric
crumpled in my fists as he looked down at me.
not leaving you, don’t worry. I just need to get you some Advil and water.” He
tried to pull away again.
please,” I cried. After a moment, Jiyong sighed and pulled my fists away from
his shirt. Instead of walking away, however, he gathered me in his arms and
settled his body behind mine on the couch.
do you do this to me?” He asked softly, stroking my hair gently. I closed my
eyes, because his words were too loud.
had a bad day at work,” I confessed after a moment, when it seemed the
fuzziness wasn’t actually going to go away, even in Jiyong’s arms.
you decided to go get shit-faced because you had a bad day at work?” Even
through the tequila in my head, I could make out his angry tone.
They were being mean to my boys. And I tried to do something, but I made
everything worse instead. So,” I shrugged, chomping down on my bottom lip.
“Alcohol made everything better.”
boys? Do you mean EXO?” Jiyong asked, the angry creases in his face relaxing
into a more concerned expression.
EXO. You know, Kai and Chanyeol and Kris and Tao and um… there’s other ones
too, I’m pretty sure…” I trailed off, glancing up at him. The fuzziness in my
brain was making it real hard to focus on anything but the way Jiyong’s lips
parted just perfectly so that I might be able to nestle mine between them.
heard some rumors about SM, but I didn’t want them to be true. Are you sure
you’re safe working there?” I tilted my head as much as I could against
Jiyong’s arm, looking at him curiously. His lips were just so perfect.
don’t really remember…” I trailed, not in the slightest bit able to focus on
his question. How could a pair of lips be that
perfect? I knew he wanted to ask me another question, but my head was
trying to split in half, and I was pretty sure another word out of Jiyong’s
mouth would be the final blow. So instead, as he opened his mouth to utter more
sounds that I wouldn’t be able to understand, I leaned forward and grasped his
bottom lip in between mine.
groaned in surprise, his whole body going rigid. I sucked harshly on the plump
flesh, causing him to suddenly clamp his lips down around mine and move them
accordingly. He pressed the warmth of his tongue against my parted lips, and I
swallowed around it greedily. It flicked against my own, against my teeth, the
roof of my mouth.
I broke away to subtly kiss the corner of his mouth, down to the ridges of his
jaw. I heard the rumble of a groan in Jiyong’s chest, and I frowned against his
skin, because beyond the alcohol, it almost sounded like a groan of defiance.
And suddenly, I realized in was.
grabbed my face and pulled it away from his skin, I frown creasing his brow.
“MaKenna, we can’t do this. Not again.”
I need this, Jiyong,” I whispered, trying to make my voice as sultry as
possible. Obviously it worked, coupled with the fact that I was fiddling with
the hem of his shirt, letting the pads of my fingertips brush against his
heated skin briefly every now and then. He stared at me for a few moments
longer, while a swirl of lust and confliction went on a rampage behind his
beautiful eyes. I tucked my bottom lip deep between my teeth, meeting his eyes
with a pleading stare of my own.
he groaned, so needy. I smirked a little, letting my hand trail down to the
outline of his pants. I slowly rubbed along the outline of him, working my
fingers around him until I felt the growing twitches under my palm. When his
hips bucked into my hand, I slipped beneath the waistbands of his pants and
boxers, feeling the velvety softness of his skin against my hand.
heard him let out another low groan, tossing his head back against the couch violently.
He grabbed the sides of my face between his hands, bringing my attention away
from my task and towards his lips. As he frantically kissed me, I worked my
fingers around his length, slowly pulling him until I felt the blood rushing
through his veins. Teasing the tip of him, I loosely worked my hand up and down
as his hips bucked frantically, deep moans spilling in between our lips.
I noticed a sheen of sweat along his brow, and how uneven his panting had
become, I tightened my grip around him, speeding up my ministrations just so. I
smirked as that was all it took, and with just a few more bucks of his hips and
a low moan into my mouth, Jiyong spilled over the back of my hand. As his
warmth dripped between us, his tongue languidly battled with mine until he
finally pulled away, his chest heaving harshly.
me clean you up, baby,” he said finally, glancing down at my hand that I’d just
managed to pull away from him. He grabbed a depleting box of tissues from the
glass coffee table, pulling my hand up and slowly wiping any remnants of him
off my skin.
are you doing to me?” he asked again as he concentrated on running his fingers
softly along the plump veins that ran along the back of my hand. I quickly
pried it from his grasp, hating the way he was looking at me. I stood up from
the couch, his hooded gaze still following me as I ripped away the first layer
of my clothing. Once I was in nothing but my undergarments, I turned back
around to look at him, raising one eyebrow in a silent challenge.
and I spent the next hour intertwined together, moving from his living room to
his bedroom in a flurry of stripped clothing and roaming hands. Pressed against
him, his lovely lips twirling and sucking around my skin as he brought me
tumbling over every edge possible for him again and again, I was able to block
out the rest of the world. In his little fortress of silk, rocking into me in
the way that made me curl my toes and cry out, SM and Exo didn’t exist. Noelle
and Kris were the farthest things from my mind, because for just an hour and
thirty dollars’ worth of alcohol, Jiyong’s fiery skin pressed so deliciously
against mine elicited a since of peace and forgetfulness in me that I’d
realized I’d been chasing desperately after for months.
tore at his skin, trying to pull him closer to me, wanting to keep him inside
of me for as long as possible. He was the only thing I wanted to focus on: the
way his hands curved just so around my waist and hips; the way his eyes
couldn’t focus on one thing, until at the end, when all they latched onto was
my own; the breathtaking way his lips left no part of my icy skin melting away
beneath him. And when it was over, he let me, exhaustedly, crawl into his arms
in all my sticky messiness and fall breathlessly asleep against his skin.
I woke up the next morning in a seeming since of déjà vu.
The sun, the sheets, Jiyong on full display beside me. Everything was exactly
how it should, and shouldn’t, have been. I slowly slipped away from the bed,
trying to find more articles of his clothes that I could steal.
I’d finally pulled on a pair of patterned sweats, which were way more expensive
than normally stolen clothes, I felt sure, and a scoop necked grey t-shirt, I
began to pick up my clothes and shuffle towards the door.
leaving again?” I heard a voice ask behind me, still thick with sleep. I
cursed, narrowing down the list of suspects who could be questioning me. While
I knew G-Dragon had two dogs, I deduced that they wouldn’t be speaking to me in
perfect Korean, and therefore, the voice asking, demanding, if I was sneaking off again was the same voice I was
trying to escape from.
yes, I have to be at work. I was hoping you’d be asleep,” I gasped out,
suddenly feeling very shameful under his gaze, as if I was a child who’d just
been caught stealing candy after bedtime.
this a mistake, too?” He asked suddenly, and I jerked my eyes back to meet his.
Sleep was still clinging to him desperately, but now a new determinedness was
trying to surface beneath his messy waves of hair and bare chest.
I…” I stuttered for a good three solid seconds before shutting my mouth and
glancing back at my hands, obviously giving G-Dragon my answer. I heard his
awful, scornful scoff as I continued to stand there under his hateful gaze,
knowing I deserved the full blow of it.
leave,” he rasped out, his voice suddenly sounding so very far away. “You have
to be at work anyway.”
tore out of his apartment quickly, not daring to stop and pat the two wiggly
fat rolls lolling happily at me feet. What
were their names? I wondered, feeling a sudden heaviness because I just really wanted to know what G-Dragon’s
pets were named. Instead, I hailed a cab, and clambered in. As I sat in the
back and felt warm tears spread down my cheeks, I realized how what I assumed
was an escape was the exact thing I was trying to escape from.
On June 5th, I’ll be selling comics at a convention for the first time. This requires that the comics are printed. I’ve never printed Modus Operandi, or any other comic that I’ve made, before. In some sense, I believed that printing the work was a right that someone earned, and that I hadn’t - either there wasn’t enough of the comic, or it wasn’t good enough. I’m not sure what it is that spurred me to go ahead this time around.
I printed a fullsize test copy at Kinko’s, just to make sure I hadn’t fucked up the layout. I hadn’t. It’s fine. There are things I’d change if I had infinite time - I think the panel borders are too thick, for example - but on the whole, the colors came out well, and I haven’t got anything to worry about.
My friends were excited for me. It looks soooooo good. And I’m just. I don’t know. I’m this fountain of awkwardly averting my eyes. It’s not that I feel nothing at all. I feel something, but it isn’t excitement. I thought about it a lot today, as one does when they have a seemingly inappropriate emotional response to something. I’m not sure, but I think that feeling is mild grief.
It’s not grief like, oh boo hoo, I’m done with this chapter and I miss the creative process, I’ll never do that again. There is a lot more of MO to make. It’s - it’s hard to explain. This post is largely me trying to hash this out, so apologies in advance if what I’m saying doesn’t make much sense.
You know when something bad happens, but the situation is too frantic and demands too much of your attention/investment for you to deal with the emotional fallout of said bad thing that happened? When you’re said and done, maybe the gravity of that bad thing will finally hit you. You’ll grieve. You grieve not just over the bad thing, but over the fact that you couldn’t do it in the immediate aftermath of the event.
It feels like that. Holding that comic in my hands was like, oh. I guess… whatever it is, is done now. Now it’s safe to grieve. Looking at it is both a connection, and deep loneliness. I don’t know what it is that I’m grieving over; I don’t think it’s the comic, itself. If anything, I feel like I am grieving with it, like it’s some kind of aid, if that makes sense.
It probably doesn’t.
That’s okay. I wish I could have… normal emotional reactions to stuff. You know? I recognize that I’ve come a long way in that I’m able to sort feelings out at all, but it would be so nice to print something I worked so hard on and just - be happy, be excited about it. Feel good. I don’t want to feel this way every time I print a chapter because I just unlocked some fucked up, hidden unresolved issue from childhood, or something.
I’m hoping I can look at the real print copies in a couple of weeks and get a little delayed joy out of them. I hope some of you get some joy out of them, as they’ll be available at Olympia Comics Fest. Any extras will be available online after.
“Thanks for the ride,” Harper murmurs, but she makes no move to exit Harry’s car.
“Yeah, it’s no problem,” he replies quietly, his head slowly turning so that he’s facing her. It’s the first time that she notices the smallest of bruises underneath his right eye.
Harper doesn’t think as she lightly presses her index finger against the bruise, tracing the wound. Harry tenses at first under her touch, but he lets her do as she pleases. His eyes flick back and forth between her face and her fingers, but her eyes are solely on the discolored patch of skin.
“Sorry about this,” she whispers and her thumb rubs underneath his eye, the rest of her palm lightly cupping his cheek.
“Don’t worry about it. I’ve had worse.” His lips barely move as he replies. Both of them seemed to know that any loud sound would break them out of whatever moment they were having.
“Do you want to come inside to ice it?” The words slip out before she can think any better of herself. Her breathing stops as she waits for a reply.
“Sure.” Both of them let out a loud breath simultaneously.
It was a habit of his. The chink, chink, chink was grating on most people’s ears but strangely calming to him. The sounds of metal had always been fairly appealing to him, smooth and ringing. Lucky for him. Tomorrow Evangeline Samos, with her coy smile and easy metalbending, will probably be announced Cal’s consort, and then he would never be without the sounds of metal again.
Well. Until he was king. Even then, that is debatable. Evangeline is a strong possibility for marriage, after all, her family is powerful and influential enough to be very worth marrying into. He lifts his hand to tap his fork against his plate again, then thinks better of it and starts carefully cutting into the sirloin laid out in front of him.
Maven glances to his father.
Drunk, probably. Or at least halfway there. Elara Mother casts him a scrutinizing look when he calls for more water. She knows what he’s doing, but he knows that in the end it doesn’t really matter.
Second part of (x). Lena and Kara are at their first date.
Lena: “Thanks for accepting my invite, you look lovely!” Kara: “No, thank you for inviting me! I… I was kinda surprised that you… I mean… The whole ‘asking out’ thing.” Lena: “Apparently your friend Supergirl was very incredulous as well!” Kara: “Yeah, haha… How can you blame her?” Lena: “Well, since I wasn’t putting much effort in hiding my interest, I have to say that I wasn’t prepared for you to not to notice it. Such a reporter you are, huh?” Kara: “I-I thought you were just extremely nice and… Which you are, by the way! I mean, it’s not… it’s not like you aren’t because you have… ehm…” Lena: “Feelings for you?” Kara: “…” Kara: “I was just gonna go with ‘a slight interest for me’.” Lena: “Slight? Yeah, alright, let’s put it in that way if it makes you stop being so nervous.” Kara: “I’m not nervous! I’m just-” Lena: “Nervous?” Kara: “…” Kara: “Okay, maybe a little bit. But it’s only because I don’t do this from a while, and never in this… in this way.” Lena: “Which way?” Kara: “I’ve never… ehm… I mean, of course I’ve dated before… Who… Who hasn’t… right? But never… you know… Like… Like never a…” Lena: “Girl?” Kara: “…” Kara: “Yep… Never a girl.” Lena: “Oooh, so this is what it’s all about! God, I almost went crazy the other day trying to figure out why Supergirl was that shaken!” Kara: “I WASN-! I-I mean, how could Supergirl ever be shaken, she’s Supergirl!” Lena: “I thought she was having a panic attack or something, while now I know she was just concerned about your dating background.” Kara: “Okay, first of all there’s no way she was having a panic attack!” Lena: “Uhm, I’m pretty positive she was sweating.” Kara: “SWE-… That’s not- This just can’t be true!” Lena: “I must disagree.” Kara: “I object!” Lena: “Ohoh, alright, alright! She was all cool and fine! She handled the situation like a superhero - as she is -, and I read too much between the lines. Better now?” Kara: “…” Kara: “Yes.” Lena: “Here we go. So, how do you feel about this? Really, apart being nervous, what do you think of us being on a date?” Kara: “I… I guess…I guess I’ve never thought about dating a girl in the past and… I don’t know, I’m not sure if I’ve ever been into a girl before.” Lena: “And?” Kara: “And… I mean, I like… I like being friends with you-” Lena: “Uuh, sounds like it’s gonna hurt, isn’t it?” Kara: “What?! No! Nononononono, I’m not done!” Lena: “You’re not?” Kara: “Absolutely not done!” Lena: “Alright. Please continue, then.” Kara:“I was saying that I… really care about our friendship. So I just fear that… if anything happens…” Lena: “We’re not gonna be able to go back to how things were before?” Kara: “Yeah, pretty much. How can you always manage to finish all my sentences??” Lena: “Oh, I haven’t told you? I’m a telepath.” Kara: “WHAT?!?!!” Lena: “Yeah, I can hear all your crazy thoughts.” Kara: “…” Lena: “…” Lena: “… Kara, breathe, I’m kidding.” Kara: “HOLY MOLY YOU-” Lena: “Your face is iconic right now.” Kara: “I’ve almost had a heart attack!!” Lena: “Why would I need to know what do you think if I already knew, Kara?” Kara: “I… I don’t know, I… Y-you’re the criminal mind, here!!” Lena: “Crim-… I’m just teasing! That’s what I do if I’m nervous.” Kara: “Oh my God, I was so close to-… Wait, what? You’re nervous too?” Lena: “Sure I am: I asked the girl I like out and I still have no clue if she likes me back.” Kara: “Wha-… Of course I like you!” Lena: “Yeah, as a friend.” Kara: “No!! I mean, yes, but-” Lena: “But?” Kara: “But… But I can’t figure out why, Lena. Seriously, you are amazing! You could be with someone that is just as wonderful as you are without any problem, and yet you… you asked me out. I just… I just don’t get why me above all the people.” Lena: “Is this what is bugging you so much?” Kara: “Yes! Yes, it is!” Lena: “Oh well, Kara Danvers, I hope you’re ready ‘cause I’m gonna tell you. From the first moment I saw you, I asked myself how it could be possible for someone like you to be of this planet.” Kara: “…” Lena: “I’ve never saw into your eyes that judgemental look that everyone gives me all the time. Instead, you always made me feel like… I don’t know, like you were really trying to understand me. And I’ve never met someone who truly thinks that there’s some good in me, that I’m not only my last name. You have been kind, Kara. Always. Maybe it’s normal for you, but it isn’t for me. I’ve never felt such an instantaneous, true connection with someone, like the one I feel with you, and when I’m with you it’s like… taking a break from everything and… just being me. So maybe I don’t know what type of music you’re into, what’s your favorite color or what’s the name of your first stuffed animal, but I know enough to be… to feel in the way I do for you.” Kara: “…” Kara: “…I-” Lena: “There’s no need for you to say anything. Well, exept for what you want to order, ‘cause it’s the third time the waiter tries to ask us if we’re ready and we completely ignore him.” Kara: “Oh gosh, I haven’t even notic-… Wait, really?? The third??” Lena: “More likely the fourth.” Kara: “Okay, now I feel terrible.” Lena: “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure he gets a generous tip when our dinner is over.” Kara: “Why can’t we apologize to him instead? He’s just right there!” Lena: “Are you kidding? I’m not gonna apologize to him.” Kara: “Why??” Lena: “I own this place, Kara. The least they can do is to serve me when it most pleases me.” Kara: “…” Kara: “YOU OWN THIS RESTAURANT?!” Lena: “I also happen to own an entire tower, Kara. A restaurant is no biggie”. Kara: “And we can eat all the things we want for free??!” Lena: “… Sure?” Kara: “Like, all the things???” Lena: “Well, I’d like to keep the decor intact, but if you really can’t resist.” Kara: “Why didn’t you tell me earlier???” Lena: “I didn’t know that owning restaurants was the winning card for your heart!” Kara: “DID YOU JUST USE THE PLURAL??!” Lena: “… Unbelievable.”