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yungisstar1117-writes · 3 years

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Sticks And Stones

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I’d like to make it clear this is fiction. This is not a realistic/fact-based representation of the guys it’s just my opinion.

Pairing: Seongjoong X Gn!Reader

Genre: Heavy angst, Comfort fic, Fluff, Slight crack at the end,

Word Count: 1.6k+

Warnings: CYBERBULLYING, MENTAL BREAKDOWN, SUICIDAL THOUGHTS, Injuries, ATTEMPTED SUICIDE, BLOOD, Cleaning of wounds, implied polyamory at the end

Disclaimer: This is a half true story. Please don’t send hate to people, because words can hurt even more than sticks and stones.

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Ugly bitch.

Unlovable piece of shit.

Waste of space.

God’s only mistake.

As your eyes blurred with tears, these were the words engraved into the back of your skull. Even if you closed your eyes all you could imagine was the people behind these comments, typing their poison away mindlessly. What had you done to deserve this? You can’t help your genetics, can’t help that you still have acne. What do they want from you? For the first time in a long while you felt confident, happy, pretty. But these, these…creatures took it away from you in an instant. The smile that you had on in the picture quickly faded as the comments poured in, yet even though you knew what they would say you read it anyway.

I don’t know how you live with a face like that, I would’ve fucking killed myself already.

The sobs were now uncontrollable as they poured from your lips, your hands pulling at your hair in sheer frustration. Nothing could satisfy these people, whatever you did they’d always attack you for it. You had had enough. Fuck trying anymore, fuck them, fuck the world, fuck EVERYTHING.

You stormed to the bathroom connected to your room, slamming the door open as your mind filled with red. All you could see was the colour seeping in, corrupting your thoughts, stopping any logical reason. Your hand went to the little shelf that you kept your facial cosmetics on and with one sweep they all fell to the floor.

Glass shattered and plastic bottles lost their caps, a grotesque puddle forming on the floor. The scent was overwhelming yet you paid it no attention, throwing the cabinet open. One by one you threw the bottles and creams onto the floor, screaming at the top of your lungs. Your throat was hoarse and your feet were starting to bleed but who the fuck cares? Who gives a shit anymore? All you are is an ugly piece of trash, who cares if you get an infection and fucking die.

”FUCK! WHY BOTHER ANYMORE?! THEY’RE RIGHT! THEY’VE ALWAYS BEEN RIGHT!”

As you came to the last bottle you paused for a second, staring at yourself in the mirror. Your eyes were red, tears streaming down your face. Your hair was messy and pulled in all directions. And there they were, them fucking spots. The cause of all of this.

The rage bubbled up and hurtled out of you as you chucked the glass bottle at the mirror, shattering it. Finally. It was all done.

As you stated at the shards of the mirror laying on the floor, you sank to your knees. Glass sunk into the skin of your legs but it didn’t matter anyway. It would all be over soon. Now your cries came out broken as you wheezed, both the strong smell of the liquids and your dry throat causing it. Just as you reached for one of the shards the door of your bedroom slammed shut.

In came your roommates, both of them shouting and grabbing you, Hongjoong tearing the mirror shard from you as Seonghwa pulled you from the ground. Their shoes cracked on the glass underfoot that was swimming in blood and beauty products. A disgusting mess, just like you. You couldn’t register what they were saying, only hearing the screams. It took a while for you to figure out they were yours.

”LET ME GO! I SHOULDN’T BE HERE ANYMORE! I DON’T DESERVE TO BE ALIVE! FUCKING LEAVE ME ALONE!”

Seonghwa only clutched you closer as you thrashed in his grasp, feral with pure insanity. Nothing else could explain it anymore, you had erupted.

“NO Y/N! I WONT! YOU’RE NOT DOING THIS!”

Hauling you to the bed Seonghwa carefully laid you on it, pinning you down as you cried endlessly.

“LET ME DIE! I DONT WANNA LIVE! LET ME FUCKING DIE!”

Hongjoong had finally cleared anything sharp away and had collected the first aid kit from the bathroom, rushing back to the two of you. Knowing you couldn’t overpower him you relaxed in Seonghwa’s grip, head back as your screams slowly but surely quietened. The tears were still there but the worst of it was over. Hongjoong winced when he poured disinfectant all over your wounds, biting his lip when you let out a whimper of pain.

“Hey hey hush darling. We’re here now. We’re gonna take care of you hmm?”

Seonghwa’s arm was still firm on your waist as he wiped your tears, not trusting you enough to let you go yet. You leant into his touch as the stinging feeling overwhelmed you, the adrenaline starting to fade. Sterilising the tweezers, Hongjoong looked up at Seonghwa for a second.

”You ready?”

Seonghwa turned to you and you nodded softly, giving up on fighting them off.

”Alright love, this is gonna hurt.”

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A few hours later and plasters now littered the entirety of your legs and feet, your room reeking of disinfectant. The boys had moved you to the living room, Hongjoong holding you in his arms as Seonghwa arranged the sofa bed. Best investment of your fucking lives. Placing you carefully down Hongjoong sank in next to you, cautiously pulling you close and nuzzling his face into your neck. You just lay there, emotionless as you stared at the ceiling.

Seonghwa soon stripped your bloodstained bedsheets and threw them in the washing machine before checking your room one last time for any stray bits of glass. Once satisfied he joined the both of you on the sofa, stroking your hair in quiet understanding. The dual comfort brought tears to your eyes, and although they stung from exhaustion you let out a few more tears. Both men decided to hug your sides, creating some kind of cuddle sandwich, holding you close. For the first time in hours you spoke, your voice raspy and quiet.

”Thank you.“

Hongjoong rubbed comforting circles onto your stomach as Seonghwa kissed your cheek, mumbling into your ear.

“You deserve it Y/N.”

Your head turned to him and your eyes slightly widened seeing Seonghwa in such close proximity. There was a gleam you had never seen in his eyes before, his lips looked redder and more plump than usual. He looked so… different.

”H-huh? Deserve what?”

Hongjoong chuckled and you turned to him, watching as he left a soft kiss on your neck.

”To be alive. You said before that you didn’t but...We think you do.”

Tears welled in your eyes and finally that smile from the picture came back. The smile that those strangers had stolen, they had given it back to you. One last tear left your eye, but this time it was a happy one. Turning to each boy you gave both of them a kiss, one on Hongjoong’s temple and one on Seonghwa’s nose.

“ I don’t know what I done to deserve two angels like you guys.“

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You let out a yawn as you finally opened your eyes, sunlight streaming through the window directly into your face. You hissed at the feeling and shut them again, covering your eyes for extra safety. It was then you noticed the absence of arms, the lack of warmth. Grabbing blindly at the sheets next to you, your breathing quickened when your hands caught nothing. No sleeping people, no shirts, nothing.

Sitting up you felt a heaviness in your chest, hoping they hadn’t left you. You tried to get up but let out a small cry when you tried to move your legs, both of them damaged from last night. Taking in a deep breath, you tried to steady yourself as the memories flooded back. Just as you could feel the panic set in, you heard something that made your whole body relax.

”Look, it’s sleeping beauty Hwa! Good morning your royal highness.”

You smiled softly as both men bowed to you, Seonghwa struggling with the tray of food he had in his hands. He soon straightened out and walked slowly over to you, careful not to make a mess before he set the tray on your lap. Your eyes widened when you saw what was on the plate.

”Apple pie?! Did you guys make this for me?!”

They both let out awkward chuckles, looking at the ground bashfully. It was Hongjoong who spoke up finally about the origins of the pie.

”Actually we uh.. drove back to your hometown, to that bakery you’re always raving about?“

You almost choked on the food you had in your mouth as you looked up at them in shock. Seonghwa’s eyes widened at your response and in his panic spoke before thinking.

”Uh- SURPRISE!”

You let out a loud laugh (another thing that had been taken from you long ago) as they both sat down either side of you yet again. Turning to both men you looked at them in concern when you saw how tired they were.

”My hometown is two hours away.. how much sleep have you guys had?”

Hongjoong looked up at the ceiling, counting on his hand.

“All in all, around five hours? We took turns driving.”

You shook your head in disbelief, scoffing incredulously.

“You guys are another level of whipped for me.”

” You don’t know the half of it love.”

You turned to Hongjoong with a smile but it slowly dropped at the intensity of his gaze. This was no joke. Heat rose to your cheeks as you let out a cough, unsure how to react. Did Hongjoong just confess? For the both of them?

”We both have.. liked you for a while Y/N. At first it was more of a competition but after a while…”

Seonghwa smiled softly like Hongjoong and you still stared at them, mouth agape.

”We want you to be ours Y/N.”

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crashingmeteorz · 4 years

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the tea shop fight probably wouldn’t happen in my ba sing se bimbos au, but IF IT DID:

jet sees mushi heating tea, and goes through an existential crisis. what’s worse is it’s JET’S tea, so he just has to. drink the firebended tea. and try really hard. not to throw up.

on the one hand, lee is one of the best friends he’s ever had and mushi is one of about two adults jet’s ever had any respect for (the second is song’s mother).

on the other, THOSE TWO MEN...ARE FIREBENDERS!!!!!

so as you can imagine, he has something resembling a mental breakdown.

(“are you okay?” song asks him one night when he’s particularly on edge. “you’re all...sweaty.”)

(“probably because it’s extra hot in here,” jet says pointedly, staring right at zuko, who just blushes a little because he, like everyone else, assumes jet’s just flirting with him again.)

(“but we’re outside,” says song, deeply confused.)

jet finally decides he’s just going to come out and tell zuko he knows he’s a firebender, and give him about 30 seconds to explain himself Or Else.

he stalks into the tea shop with extreme purpose, and doesn’t even notice song and jin sitting at one of the tables when he walks right up to zuko and says “we need to talk.”

“unless it’s about the couple by the window and how you’re going to cram this towel down their throats, i’m a little busy,” zuko tells him as he loads up his tray and turns his back. jet leans in hovering just over zuko’s ear, and at first, all zuko can think is i’m not making out with you NOW jet!

and then jet whispers: “i know you’re a firebender,” and zuko freezes. he turns around, hoping jet will have his signature smirk on, but his mouth is a hard thin line and his brows are drawn in a sharp v.

“do you have time to talk now?” jet asks him coldly. zuko narrows his eyes and says “no.”

from their table, jin and song watch on curiously. “why don’t you think jet said hi to us?” jin asks song. “probably saw lee’s ass and didn’t even notice we were here,” answers song. they both laugh - lee doesn’t have an ass.

all of the sudden jet’s yelling and drawing his hooks. “come on!” he shouts, pointing at zuko, “show everyone what you can do!”

“you want a show?” replies zuko, snatching a nearby guard’s swords, “i’ll give you a show.”

“what in the - if they’re not careful they’ll hit mushi!” says a thoroughly pissed song at the same time jin says “song - write this down, we need to get them into Street Rumble XI!”

(street rumble is the street version of earth rumble, and also the avatar alternative to yelling WORLD STAR!)

the fight is pretty evenly matched. in this au there’s more hesitation, but it’s still intense. they knock over tables, shatter dishes, and all-around make a ruckus.

iroh meanwhile, who has come to care for jet, is calling for both of them to calm down. he doesn’t know for sure what the fights about, but he’s got a sinking feeling, based on the fury written all over jet’s face.

the fight goes outside, and obviously song, jin, and iroh follow.

“if you’re in the market for a new relative to mentor, i make a great niece! song, tell mushi what a good roommate i am,” jin says cheerily as zuko and jet almost kill each other. “don’t ask me to lie,” says song.

then the dai li show up.

“oh shit,” says jin. “we’re too poor to pay their bail!” says song.

jet and zuko pause their fight after being told to drop their weapons (they do not drop anything.) jet points at zuko and yells “tell everyone who you are!”

“he’s a young man, just like you,” says iroh. “boys, please, it’s not worth this, let’s all go back inside.”

“i’m not going anywhere with you!” roars jet.

the guards and pao tell the dai li how jet attacked without reason, how the tea boy was just defending himself. the dai li move to take jet away. song panics, and does the only thing that makes sense at the moment.

“no! don’t! it’s my fault!” she cries. she remembers what her mother taught her, about people’s assumptions and using them for survival, and she begins openly sobbing. it’s enough to get the dai li to pause.

“don’t blame yourself,” says iroh quickly, not knowing where song’s going with this but helping anyway by gently patting her shoulder. “it’s hardly your fault.”

“it is!” she cries. “it’s me - they’re fighting over me!”

“song,” jet says irritably, at the same time zuko blushes furiously and says “uhhhhhh.”

“all this...over a girl?” the guards ask. the dai li still are still hovering over jet.

“i know, it’s ridiculous!” iroh agrees. “but you know how young men can be-“

“it IS ridiculous,” jin says dramatically, stepping forward. “because i thought they were fighting over ME!”

“you?” song blubbers, doing her best impression of a person who does not think this entire skit is ridiculous. iroh thinks they’re laying it on a little thick but the crowd seems sufficiently distracted. “but-but lee said he only loved me!”

“is this true?” yells jin, rounding on the boys. jet is, if at all possible, even angrier, while zuko is rubbing the back of his neck uncomfortably.

“jin,” jet says. “i am not dealing with this right now-”

“you started this!” cries song hysterically. “making a scene, just because i said i won’t kiss you if you keep eating grass-”

iroh, who has made his way over to the dai li, gestures broadly and says “as you can see, it’s just some teenage drama. please, we can handle this. i’ll make sure the boys clean up their mess.”

the two dai li look at one another, and then nod at iroh. “if we hear of any other disturbances in this area, they’re both getting arrested,” they tell him before departing.

the crowd disperses, not really wanting to deal with song’s crying and jin’s yelling. pao goes back inside griping about closing up early. finally, when it’s just the five of them, song takes her hands away from her face, which is completely dry.

“and, scene,” says jin, bowing. “song, you were brilliant, iroh, my muse, lee and jet - the stunts could use a little work.”

“why did you have to say all that stuff?” zuko mumbles angrily. jet, meanwhile, begins to stomp away.

“because we didn’t want you to idiots to disappear!” yells song. “but i’m already regretting it! and you!” she says, rounding on jet. “you’re not going ANYWHERE until you two clean up this mess!”

“you don’t understand!” says jet. “those two - they’re-”

“why don’t we all clean up together, and then we can discuss this at the apartment?” offers iroh quickly. they may be alone, but they’re still very much in public.

“great idea,” says jin, “i have to finish transcribing the fight anyway.” song takes iroh’s arm and says, “mushi, you’re not allowed to help, you had nothing to do with this.” zuko looks at jet and shrugs, entering the tea shop. jet splutters, making a series of strangled noises, before finally sighing in defeat and following the group inside and begrudgingly cleaning up.

when they get to the apartment, iroh serves the four of them tea. jet refuses.

“i don’t want anything made by a firebender,” he hisses. song freezes. zuko rolls his eyes. iroh looks deeply sad.

“that’s what this is about?” jin says in a bored voice, sipping her tea. “i thought we all knew by now.”

“what?” shout jet, song, and zuko. iroh looks shocked.

“seriously?” asks jin. “lee, the first time we hung out you lit up, like a hundred candles at once. do you think i’m stupid? is that what you think? that i’m stupid?”

“n-no!” zuko stutters. “you knew,” jet growls “and didn’t say anything to us?” song is still fairly pale.

“i thought we all knew!” jin says. “i mean, he screwed up in front of me, like, immediately. i just figured the same had happened with you two.”

“i can’t believe it,” zuko says miserably.

“besides,” jin continues, “what’s the big deal? there’s plenty of war babies in ba sing se. and lee’s our friend. has he ever used firebending to hurt us?”

“that’s true,” song says thoughtfully. “and, that scar clearly didn’t come from a waterbender.” she takes in zuko’s embrassed expression and adds, “no offense, lee.”

“i don’t believe this,” says jet in shock. “how are you all just okay with this?”

“well, what’s he gonna do?” asks jin.

“i - i don’t know!” stutters jet. “he could - he could be spying for the fire nation!” song and jin laugh heartily, and after a minute so does jet.

“okay, okay,” jet concedes, “lee could never make it as a spy. but still-”

(“could too,” grumbles zuko, arms crossed. iroh shoots him a “for once in your life SHUT UP” look.)

“but nothing,” song says, standing up. “jet, i understand. i’ve been hurt by the fire nation, too, remember?” she pulls up her skirt and shows everyone her burned leg. zuko looks away.

“but lee didn’t do this,” song says firmly. “and neither did mushi. and you destroyed a town, so you don’t get to judge them.”

jet’s jaw drops, and then he pouts bitterly. “i never should have told you about that,” he mutters.

“i trust you three will keep our secret, then?” iroh asks at last. song and jin nod. jet looks between them, and then at zuko, who offers him something resembling an apologetic look.

“fine,” says jet. “but if i think for one second that you two are working with the fire nation, i’m not holding back.”

zuko and iroh nod aggressively, both thinking “if we so much breathed in the presence of the fire nation we’d be electrocuted by our insane relatives, but sure jet, we’re totally working with the fire nation.”

i know i said i’d post part 2 of the gaang and ba sing se bimbos meetup, but this was stuck in my head. since it’s an au of an au i’m just going to include it in my new masterpost rather than in any particular order. credit as always to the amazing @azenkii !

masterpost

#my stuff #jinjetsongko #jetko #the ba sing se bimbos #jin #jet #song #zuko #iroh #atla #avatar the last airbender

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shirtlesssammy · 4 years

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8x01: We Need to Talk About Kevin

Then:

P U R G A T O R Y

Now:

100-Mile Wilderness, Maine

1 Year Later

A couple is sleeping peacefully in the forest when a bright light fills the sky, waking the woman.

The couple goes out to investigate when they hear rustling outside. It’s a deer! Close...it’s Dean! He’s looking more like a feral rat than a deer. I would not want to run into someone looking like Dean in the middle of nowhere, that’s for sure. He pulls his gun, asks where the road is, grabs a bag of their stuff, and skedaddles. Yikes. First, for anyone not caught up, let’s all collectively scream what we all thought on our first viewing: Where’s Cas??! Second, who the fuck hikes anywhere, let alone the 100 Mile Wilderness trail with that kind of gear?! Camp chairs? A lantern the size of a dining room chandelier? A tent that’s making Harry Potter quake? Anyway, I lol thinking this is the most unbelievable part of this scene, and not the dude who just got back from Purgatory.

Clayton, Louisiana

4 Days Later

Cue up Styx “Man in the Wilderness”, and sit back and watch one of my favorite montages. Watching Dean walk down a road never gets old. He walks to a cemetery and digs up a grave. He chants an incantation over some bones, and voilà, he brings back to life a vampire! They embrace.

Wait, what?

In Kermit, Texas, Sam’s ditching on a woman AND a dog. He drives to Rufus’s cabin in Montana, where a hiding Dean assaults him with all the monster tests. They both pass, and hug. Sam is shocked. “I guess standing too close to exploding dick, sends your ass straight to Purgatory.” Dean explains the situation with the first dick joke of the season. Sam has further questions, and Dean is vague on the details. Sam also wonders about Cas. Dean shuts down a little more and admits, “Yeah, Cas didn’t make it.”

Sam presses the matter. “Something happened to him down there. Things got pretty hairy towards the end, and he... just let go,” Dean adds. So, he admits that Cas let go here, did he alter his memory after this? In any event, Dean’s really broken about it.

Sam then admits that he got out of the life, tossed all his phones, etc. “Something happened to me this year, too.” Gah, like a complete breakdown and fugue state, but I will reserve my thoughts for my non-existent essay on the state of Sam’s mind when Dean and Cas were in Purgatory. That sends Dean into an anger spiral. (Natasha: LIMES)

He listens to all of Sam’s phone messages --the increasingly desperate and eventually disillusioned pleas for help from Kevin.

He was their responsibility, and Sam just ditched him. Uh, because he was in complete mental failure! Sam hears something in the background of the last message and is able to isolate the sound to a bus station. They track him to Michigan, where his girlfriend, Channing, is attending college.

Once at the motel, Dean sees two boys playing with their toy guns, which sends him into a memory spiral. He’s chasing a vamp in Purgatory and eventually catches him. “Where’s the angel?”

WhEreS tHe aNgEl?

W H E R E ‘ S T H E A N G E L?

(Don’t touch me.)

“You’re him. The human.”

Like, excuse me? The monsters are all meeting up talking about the human wandering around Purgatory looking for that angel? LIKE PLEASE. No, please STOp. I can’t take it, even after all these years.

Anyway, Dean keeps demanding to know where that goddamned angel is. The vamp refuses to say so Mr. Dramatic lops his head off set to a very elegant camera angle.

Another monster attacks but Dean’s too far from his machete. Then ANOTHER monster attacks THAT monster. Spoiler: IT’S BENNY!

Later, in the motel, Dean suggests moving on, but Sam thinks he should get some rest. Dean goes into another anger spiral --probably because he couldn’t sleep for a year and all Sam did was sleep due to his complete breakdown. Sam trying to ignore that he didn’t have control of his world isn’t helping him with Dean. Sam found “a girl.” Well, actually, she was a fully grown woman, but go on… Listen, I don't like the Amelia stuff as much as the next person, so I have a very elaborate headcanon of Sam’s mental break and the symbolic fantasy world he created while he barely existed at the cabin.

Anyway, Sam asks Dean what Purgatory was like. “It was bloody. Messy. 31 flavors of bottom-dwelling nasties. Hell, most days felt like 360-degree combat. But there was something about being there.”

“It felt pure.”

It fElT PuRe

I T F E L T P U R E

Flashback to Purgatory, where Dean’s life is still saved by Benny, the vampire. Dean threatens to shiv him up the ass so...every friendship needs to start somewhere? The vampire knows an escape hatch out of Purgatory! But it’s only for humans. He’ll show him the portal as long as Dean smuggles his soul out of Purgatory.

The first rule of Purgatory is you can’t trust anyone. Dean doesn’t trust Benny - not an inch. But he does need allies. He tells Benny that he’ll agree to that tenuous deal as long as they find “the angel” first.

At a college, the Winchesters interview Channing. She hasn’t heard a word from Kevin and furthermore, would spurn his love forever now that he’s no longer going to Princeton. Ouch! After they leave, Channing’s eyes go black and she slices her roommate's throat so she can make a phone call. DOUBLE OUCH! She reports that Kevin still hasn’t gotten in touch with her, but Dean Winchester is back.

Trying to get some work done amongst the students, Sam experiences his own mournful flashback. He hit a dog! He shouted at veterinary hospital employees! Damn it, this is an animal hospital!!! I hand you a bloody dog, you fix! Shouting helps things happen!

Sam bby.

Dean arrives with a burger in hand, reunited with one of the loves of his life at least. Sam reports that he’s tracked Kevin to Iowa.

At a run down church in Iowa, the Winchesters pay a house call. Kevin immediately confronts them with a Borax-loaded supersoaker. Once he figures out they’re human, Kevin gives them the tour of his new digs. He’s learned how to ward against demons. And then while explaining his recent past, Kevin has his own flashback! Everyone gets one!

In Kevin’s flashback, he’s been captured by Crowley who sits him down to work on another tablet. A DEMON tablet! Dun dun DUN! Kevin mines its secrets and tells Crowley that there’s a hell gate in Wisconsin. (Made out of cheese?) Demons gather ingredients for him and Kevin gets to have a MONTAGE of preparing a spell to open the gate. Only…

...Kevin was hoodwinking the demons the whole time.

He’d found a demon bomb recipe and blasts away his guards while Crowley waits on a distant Wisconsin farm.

Back in the present, Kevin’s stowed the tablet somewhere safe but before he did that, he made sure to memorize one more important spell from the tablet: a spell to close the gates of Hell...FOREVER.

Dean and Sam head outside to the...second story church deck?...to chat. Sam’s disappointed that Kevin seems further into the hunting life than before. Dean’s proud of the kid - “he’s in it whether he likes it or not.” Oof. Dean, your Winchester is showing.

Sam heads down to the candle-lit church. He apologizes to Kevin for bugging out on him - and on everything hunting related. It’s definitely staged like a confession.

Kevin admits that he’s perturbed when he really stops and thinks about his life, post-prophet-revelation. Sam assures him that “it gets better.” Hmm RLY? Sam’s an optimist, and continues: if they can banish all the demons, Kevin might actually be free to live a good life. BRB weeping and shouting angrily at this show!

In Sam’s hazy flashback, he waits anxiously for the news from the vet. She reports that his dog will be okay. Sam corrects her - the dog isn’t his! She double barrel blasts him with sarcasm, implying that if he doesn’t take care of the dog he hit then he’s the worst person in the world. Which. Okay. I generally don’t mind Amelia though I think she demonstrably has terrible luck picking stable, healthy relationships. But this scene always has me rolling my eyes. It’s so normal to foist a dog on a stranger! Everyone has the means and time to care for a dog, not to mention a dog who has been seriously injured! A vet would not do this! Amelia, plz.

Amelia puppy dog eyes Sam, and he’s toast. He’s spent so many years working on his offensive puppy eyed tactics, he never thought to work on his defense!

The church begins to shake and wood splits apart Kevin’s devil’s traps. A couple of demons arrive, armed with more swagger than weaponry. There’s a zappy flashy kicky fight and then Crowley and Channing arrive. Crowley demands the tablet for Channing’s life. He flashes Channing back into control for a moment as proof of life. Kevin offers himself up in exchange for Channing’s freedom and heads off to “pack up.” Then Kevin lures Crowley and Channing to a holy water trap.

As they’re being doused, the Winchesters and Kevin escape. While they drive away, Crowley orders the demon out of Channing and then kills her. Oof.

Later, Dean gets a phone call as they stop for gas and snacks, and then passes it off as a wrong number. Kevin passes on donuts and beef jerky. He just saw his girlfriend die and that doesn’t lend itself well to gas station snacks.

Dean offers up words of Winchester Solace™. “You’re in it now. Whether you like it or not you do what you gotta do.” Good talk, Dean!

On Dean’s pee break, he furtively places a phone call. It’s Benny, the vampire from earlier! He’s lurking on the edges of a funeral in a not-at-all-suspicious way. He figured out cell phones! But not fashion.

Dean tells him that they shouldn’t talk for a while since they’re both adjusting to life. Benny wistfully tells Dean that Purgatory WAS pure and he should have appreciated it more while he was there. They both admonish each other to be good (and presumably not go on a murderous rampage). Good talk!

WHERE’RE THE QUOTES?

We made it, brother

I don't know whether to give you a hug or take a shower

Nothing says "family" quite like the whole family being dead

Where’s the angel?

Hey, the rules are simple, Sam. You don't take a joint from a guy named Don, and there's no dogs in the car!

So you're looking for a soul train

There's a demon in you, and you're going to your safety school

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neighborhoodmoonchild · 5 years

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I Could Use A Hug (Uni!Yoongi Oneshot)

1. “Can you please come and get me?”

4. “How long has it been since you’ve slept?”

20. “I could really just use a hug right now.”

Pairing(s): Yoongi x Reader

Genre: University!Au, fluff

Warnings: insomnia, allusions to depression, signs/symptoms of depression and/or anxiety (if you or someone you know is struggling, don’t be afraid to seek help)

Word Count: 2.3k words

The thrum of rain drops pelting every surface around you dulled your senses and fogged your aching mind. You could barely see two feet in front of you, the darkness surrounding you only broken by the sparse light of the street lamps that became farther and fewer the longer you walked.

You weren’t sure how long you had been walking, hell, you weren’t sure where your feet were taking you anymore. All you knew is that you couldn’t lie there and pretend like everything was alright; like your mind wasn’t tearing itself apart bit by bit for seemingly no reason, and no matter how much you wanted to believe that closing your eyes and forcing it all away would work, in the end, it never would.

You couldn’t remember the last time you had slept, really slept, and the nightmares in your head seemed to enjoy their slow torment of you from the inside out.

You’re friends would tell you you’re in your head too much; your parents that it’s stress and lack of a proper routine. None of them seemed to dig deeper, try and see that you’ve tried every solution you could think of to fix their idea of the problem, and that none of them worked.

Then again, why should you expect outsiders to know all the answers when you can’t even pinpoint the why yourself.

So instead of staring at your ceiling and letting your mind run rampant with negative thoughts that feed off your sleep-deprived brain, you decide that taking a walk in the pouring rain at 2 a.m. alone would distract you from everything going on in your consciousness.

Only now, sitting on a rickety bench on the side of some street you’ve never heard of, illuminated only by the blinking bulb of a street lamp 20 ft away, you realize that there is no way to outrun this. And, honestly, your exhausted from running this marathon alone.

Wiping away the rain streaming down your face, that may nor may not have been mostly tears that you hadn’t even known had started spilling, you take out your phone to stare at the screen.

3:45 a.m.

“I shouldn’t bother him.” You whisper to yourself, although you bring up your contacts and push the one your looking for anyways. As you hold the phone to your ear, the dial tone ringing through your mind, you curse yourself for being so thoughtless.

How dare you call him when he’s just trying to sleep, knowing he’s probably been up late working, and expect him to drop everything for you. He probably won’t even answer the pho-

“Hello?” A raspy voice cuts through your intrusive thoughts and it takes all you have not to breakdown right then and there. You knew he’d already be worried by the time and nature of the call, no need to add in your hysterical sobbing.

“Y/N? Hey... are you okay?” Yoongi asks, and you can tell he’s getting more worried by the second, and you need to hurry up and find something to say before he panics.

Clearing your throat and taking a deep breath, “Can you please come and get me?”

You hated the way your voice cracked and how needy you sounded, having half a mind to just tell him it was a joke or something and hang up.

You hear him shuffling around, no doubt getting dressed and grabbing his keys, already one foot out the door.

“Of course, where are you?” His voice is soft, calming, and despite the weight it lifts off of your shoulders, you can’t help the pang of guilt that rumbles through your chest for dragging him into your bullshit all the time (though he’d tell you it’s not bullshit and he’s happy to help).

Your eyes dart around your surroundings, trying to find an indicator to your location, spotting a street sign a few yards away, relaying the information to Yoongi.

After a few seconds of what you’re assuming is him getting in his car and trying to figure out exactly where you are, he clears his throat, “Alright, stay there, I’ll be there in, like, 15 minutes...20 minutes top,” And then hangs up the phone to begin the journey.

Slowly tucking your phone back into your pocket, you discover that the rain pelting down just a mere few minutes ago has died down to a light drizzle. It’s a cool evening, but not uncomfortably cold, though you felt so numb right now you doubt you’d have noticed otherwise.

Left alone to your thoughts once again, counting down the seconds till Yoongi would arrive to save you yet again from yourself, you can’t help but let your thoughts wander to the first time you met him.

You hadn’t been quite the mess you were now, freshly out of high school, entering uni and the real world with a blind sense of optimism that would soon be crushed under the immense weight of classes and college life that you’d been naive enough not to wholly consider beforehand.

Yoongi had already, as he likes to say it, “cracked the code” of university life, handling the stresses of student life with ease. Knew exactly what classes to take and avoid, which professors he could swindle, what work he could get away with skipping, and avoided campus social life like the plague. As far as he was concerned, this shit was a breeze and he’d be out before he knew it, degree in hand and job secured through suckering some admin for sweet connections.

He’d never guess he’d get swept up in your steep downward spiral into oblivion when he bumped into you, a happy-go-lucky freshie, that night he decided to let Hoseok drag him to some random new student event in the music hall despite his aversion to such poorly planned social nightmares. In all honesty, he would’ve just ignored you if you hadn’t asked him, quite honestly, where you could get a shot of whatever made him so “incredibly apathetic and disinterested.”

No one had ever really approached Yoongi in the 2 years that he’d been there, except for Hoseok and a few other guys that frequented their shared dorm, let alone a girl. He’s not sure if it was your blind boldness or your Arcadian demeanor that drew him in, but he won’t lie that he’s glad it happened, because you ended up being the best friend he never knew he needed (and the same goes for you.)

Yoongi was there through finals, bad blind dates, terrible roommates; everything. That kind of friendship also came with a front row seat to watch as your mental health deteriorated, with no sure fire way to help you, and it killed him inside.

Soon life was filled with insomniatic episodes that could last for days, a bad caffeine addiction, and an impending sense of doom looming over your shoulder every second of every day, and Yoongi felt like the only thing he could do was watch it all unfold. He was scared of saying the wrong thing, pushing you further into the black hole you edged closer to, and he didn’t want to lose the closest friend he’d ever had.

He quickly learned that just being there and listening when you needed it was the one thing you needed, and he happened to be pretty freaking good at it.

You’ve been up for 13 hours straight working on the exact same assignment? Let’s take a break and watch your favorite movie.

You’re roommate kicked you out again because she can’t deal with you being up for 3 nights in a row? Crash at my place and we can cuddle (which ultimately puts you to sleep, even if just for a little while most nights).

You’re crying for the 5th time today and you have no idea why? I’ll put on some calming music and crush you in a bear hug until you have no more tears left to cry.

Yoongi didn’t need an explanation or any answers, he just wanted to make sure you were okay. Admit it or not, he’d come to love every single piece, every inch, every molecule of you, and he hated to see the person he loved in pain.

So getting an S.O.S. call at 3 a.m., knowing that in your weakest moment you needed him and only him, sleep didn’t mean anything to him anymore, in fact nothing else did. You were his top priority and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

And so there he was, in his pajamas and a sweatshirt, hair sticking out in all directions, on his way to a random street across town in the middle of the night with only one thing one his mind. You.

He could tell by your voice that you’d had a rough night, considering he’s been present every other time, and he know the signs when he hears them. The fact that you’d gone so far, alone, in the dark, scared him; you’d never done anything quite so reckless in the time he’s known you, and the the fact that you weren’t in the right state of mind had him picking up the pace, urgent to get to you as quickly (but still safely) as possible.

Yoongi learned early on that even though you had a calm and serene attitude, you took things to heart easily, and the more that piled on you, the harder time you had digging your way out. You were very good at hiding how negatively things affected you, and you always put others before yourself, even when the only person desperate for help was you.

He didn’t really understand how someone so in tune with others feeling and emotions, could be so blind to her own. Sometimes you’d even skip meals working yourself into a frenzy, but still manage to scold him for not eating the proper amount of meals per day.

Sometimes, he thought, it was as if you didn’t see yourself as a living, breathing, person that needed everything you were so willing to give to others. Whether you were selfless or stupid, that was a debate for another time.

Turning down the right street, he finally caught a glimpse of the girl he’d been looking for. Your hair was soaked, along with your clothes, and you stared off at the road with an empty look in your eyes. Parking and shutting his car off, Yoongi hopped out and approached you cautiously, shrugging off his sweatshirt as he went.

Your mind finally broke from it’s thoughts to see Yoongi handing you his sweatshirt. When you didn’t reach out to grab it, he quickly moved closer, pulling it over your head and helping your arms through. When you were situated in the warmth of it, the familiar smell of him flooding your senses, it was then that you finally woke up and looked him in the eyes.

You could tell he was tired by the slight discoloration under his puffy eyes, but the emotion that swirled through them was one you had seen him wear quite often when these things happened; sadness.

Without saying anything, he slowly reached out, taking your frail, chilled hand in his, rubbing it to bring back some warmth. You smiled slightly, though tears still spilled from your eyes.

“How long has it been since you’ve slept?” He asked, continuing his ministrations, searching through the storm that raged on in your eyes.

You shrugged, a long, exhausted sigh escaping your lips.

“Not that long.” You lied, and he saw right through it, not only because he could tell by just looking at you, but he knew it’d had to be significantly longer than usual for this sort of thing to occur.

When you looked back at him, he continued to burn through your facade with his gaze till you broke.

“Like... 6...6 days.”

There was a short silence between the two of you as everything sort of sank in. It wasn’t unlike you to survive on a few hours of sleep, or maybe go 2-3 days without it, but never this long. Why didn’t you tell him beforehand? Why didn’t he notice?

“You know,” he begins, bringing your attention back to his face, which softens as he takes in just how tired and sad you looked, “if you need help, any kind, I’ll be right there for you.”

You’re a bit surprised by his statement. You know you’ve been in a bad state for a while, and he knows it too, but the topic of getting help outside of the two of you hadn’t really been discussed. Not that you were opposed to it, it just never crossed your mind.

Your silence seemed to worry him, making him add, “if you want, whenever you’re ready, and if you’re not, well, then that’s okay too....because I’m here for you, not matter what, and-“

Your light giggle breaks him from his tangent, and his mouth turns up in a half smile when he sees you wipe your eyes and turn to him, the life seeming to slowly trickle back into your eyes again.

“Ok.”

“Are you sure?” He asks, slight worry etching back onto his face even though he tried his best to remain as composed as possible for your sake. You nodded, and he gripped your hand tighter.

“Ok, when do you want to-“

“We can figure that out later.” You interrupt, the fatigue cutting through the bit of energy you seemed to gather just being in the presence of the most important person in your life.

He senses you fading, and lifts his other hand to rub your back.

“You know what though?” You say, causing him to tilt his head in question, awaiting your response.

“I could really just use a hug right now.” And without any hesitation, you’re wrapped tightly in his arms, face buried in his chest as his lips place a quick kiss to the top of your head.

“I love you, you know that right?” You mumble into him, and you can feel his body shake a bit with his light chuckle.

“I love you too, now let’s go home.”

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This is my first attempt at a short prompt imagine type thingy, hope you all enjoy, and if you find any mistakes or have any questions, let me know! Feel free to message me for requests, I’ll try my best to answer if I can! I have lots of drabbles, imagines, and fics planned for this blog so stay tuned!

-Moonie🌙

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[Chapter 3] It Hurts

Sky POV

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Sky awoke to a familiar noise, almost startling him out of the cold hard bed he was forcibly laid on.

"W-Where am I?" Sky muttered using the little strength in his arms to help sit him up, "You're in the hospital," a voice said from the abyss of who the fuck knows.

"What do you mean?" Sky questioned looking around than spotting the person at the doorway, a white doctors coat neatly on their large body, assuming they were a doctor or else Sky was fucked.

"Somebody brought you into the hospital, many Injuries and bruises, a cracked rib, broken jaw, you needed stitches on your arm." The voice replied monotone. This seemed to be a common thing for them.

Sky turned his head to the side, arms wrapping around his hips and holding himself, flashbacks running in his mind.

The person holding him against his will up against a wall, close, too close.

Sky's breath hitched, shaking his head to rid himself of the memories that seemed to float around his head and hold himself tightly.

"You'll be able to head home when your injuries are healed, but for now. Your roommate is here to see you," The doctor, with the clipboard who still was jotting down notes, left the way too bright room.

"Oh~ Sky~" Jason's voice cut through the air as he walked into the room, closing the door with a soft click than locking it. Sky's heart jumped a beat.

'He's going to kill me!' Sky thought with fear, his gaze down to the ground, his arms holding onto himself tighter than before.

Jason walked forward, brining a hand forward and softly pulling Sky's head upwards for the two to make eye contact, "That was only a warning, next time you leave without my permission it'll get worse." Jason said coldly.

Sky gulped, Sky gripped his shirt.

"Now, once you're healed I'll take care of you, wouldn't you like that~" Jason purred, than taking a step back to Sky's relief, "I'll check up on you tomorrow, you better get healed quickly or else."

Sky took a breath of air once Jason walked out the room, barely realizing he was holding his breath.

"Oh god."

Sky whispered flopping backwards onto the mattress, wrapping the blankets tighter around his small frame, "Oh my god," he whimpered, tears rushing down his face. Luckily his sunglasses hadn't gotten smeared with water.

Sky sat on his bed, it had been a couple weeks but he was back, back in the hellhole, back to the place where he feared for his life.

Everyday in the hospital he was on the edge of telling the nurses and doctors what has happened to him, who did it, why they did it. But everyone a flash of Jason came to his mind and it scared him too much to allow himself to say anything.

He ran a hand through his wet hair after taking a boiling hot shower, it was better than a normal shower, it washed away all his worries off his body and down the drain just so Sky could think.

He could allow himself to lean against the wall of the shower and sing, sing softly, never too loud even if Jason hadn't been home.

"Take me home~"

"Take me somewhere safe,"

"Don't hurt me, just kiss me"

He softly sang, body swinging to the beat, eyes watering at the meaning of the song.

Sky pulled out his phone, fresh clothing baggy on him. He had been losing a lot of weight after his departure from the Hospital, Jason's form of punishment varied, starvation, feather pulling, punches and slaps, emotional trauma, paranoia, etc.

Sky's favorite was being punched, it didn't leave a long lasting effect like the others, but currently he was starved away from food. Jason said that Sky had to deny food no matter what or else.

The word "Or else" was frequent in Jason's vocabulary but Sky knew not to defy it, it was something he would have to listen to no matter what. He only knew the beginning of Jason's insanity, he could never know how far Jason would take it.

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Jason POV

Jason leaned against a doctor who had suspensions of Jason's intentions, he brought the slick rusty knife closer to the doctors face, Jason's face bloody, hands drenched in the blood of the doctor.

Stab wounds on the mans thigh, shoulder, and foot. The knife in the foot still in there keeping the man down.

"I would ask you not to snitch but would that work~" Jason questioned, practically on top of the male, The man gurgled trying to answer Jason. Blood dribbling out of his mouth, tears rushing down his face. Arms flailing around.

"You can do it-" Jason encouraged, reaching closer and licking some blood that dribbled out the mans mouth, the man struggled a bit more, body beginning to delay meaning his death was soon to come.

"Aren't you cute, it's such a shame you have to die." Than with a final notion he stabbed the rusty knife repeatedly into the doctors throat Than a couple in his brain, "I could make a smoothie out of this?" Jason said softly, smiling. Blood staining Jason's teeth.

And the body was never to be found.

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Sky POV

Sky sat a abandoned hallway of his school, barely anyone ever visited it. Rumors sparked of a ghost who haunted the area, killing those who dared to anger the lost spirit.

Sky didn't care, he had nothing to life for anyway.

He hid behind a large tower of desks that perfectly covered himself, a notebook resting in between his thighs, softly brining the pencil down and making a base for a drawing.

"If only I could be like this," Sky muttered, the person he drew was like Sky, but more handsome, taller, way more popular. Everything Sky wished he was.

'If only." He thought carefully. Bringing a lazy hand to his face, rubbing his temple that ached with a headache, mind beating like his heart but much more erratic, crazy.

"You come here often?" A boyish voice said from no where, "Who are you?!" Sky demanded, hands shaking thinking it may be Jason.

'The voice is less child like and sadistic, if can't be him!" Sky thought.

"Oh? I guess we haven't really formally met, I'm Tyler, the kid who had a mental breakdown and called myself "MunchingBrotato" for a whole day," Tyler laughed. Taking a seat next to Sky.

Sky's eyes widened, "That was you!?"

Tyler's laugh thickened, resting a hand on his own thigh to support himself before he toppled over, "That was the day I hadn't taken the right medication," Tyler chuckled, "Anywho, who are you?" Tyler questioned, though not demanding just wondering.

"Me?" Sky questioned, "Oh! I-I am Sky! Are you sure you want to talk to me? I don't want you to get bullied too." Sky muttered the last part.

"Oh Pa-Lease! I'm the only other kid in this school who is bullied, fortunately for me not many people know me, I lurk in the shadows," Sky laughed as Tyler did a gesture with his hands.

"But, it's nice to meet you Sky! It's good to have another kid who I can relate with," Tyler stretched his hand out waiting for Sky to do the same, which he did.

The two sat in a comfortable silence, Sky leaned against the cold wall behind himself, fortunately for the two this part of the wing hadn't been taken over by moss, cockroaches, bugs.

Though not for long.

Than the two heard a distant bell, "Aw, I guess our time together has ended. I mean, it doesn't have to end though! I-I mean!" Tyler panicked, trying to recover.

"It's alright! Are you suggesting we skip?" Sky questioned, looking over at Tyler.

"Well, is you want to." Tyler than looked down, head lowed down to avoid eye contact since he must've felt awkward.

"I agree than, let's skip. I don't want to waste my young life doing this everyday! Everyday being bullied and treated less than what I am!" Sky cheered. Getting up off the dirty floor and putting a hand down to help Tyler up.

"What do you suggest we do?" Tyler questioned.

Sky pondered for a second, Tyler and him beginning to walk to the front door to leave. Nobody would care if the least liked kids left.

"Let's get freaky," Sky smiled showing his sharp teeth, Tyler's eyes dilated.

"Not like that!" Sky smacked the top of Tyler's head who chuckled.

Tyler put his hands on his hips, "Than what do you mean!" Sky than chuckled.

"Let's go wreck some stuff! Vandalize something! It's not like there something to be worried for or live for!" He replied.

Tyler sighed, "If we get in trouble I'm blaming it on you,"

Sky shrugged than began to quicken his pace.

"W-wait up!"

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2nd March 2017

The French guys were being ridiculously noisy last night. It must’ve taken Steve ages to get to sleep. They then went down and asked reception to turn the aircon off at midnight. I was furious. I asked them not too because it gets too stuffy and smelly if it’s not on. There’s 8 people sleeping in a small room, why turn it off? I appreciate its cold - put a jumper on like the rest of us. It got to 0200 when I went downstairs and got the remote off reception. It was too hot to sleep. I came upstairs and turned it back on.

I woke up again around 0400 and then 0515 when Steve’s alarm went off. I went back to sleep and got up around 0845 because the two French were stupidly noisy, again. Thankfully, it was because they were checking out.

I went down and had breakfast. The two girls (one from Kent and one from Northern Ireland) were off on a day trip. I really like them. Ruth and Mel met each other travelling New Zealand. Mel is here on a WHV and Ruth followed Mel to Oz for a couple of weeks. She goes back home on Sunday. Unfortunately, Mel is off to Melbourne on Sunday. We would’ve got along so well.

The room was empty so it was time to job hunt again. I played music on my laptop whilst applying for almost everything. I haven’t heard back from my latest interview which is really annoying. I’m being told that I’ve got everything they want, and that I’ve basically got the job and then being ignored. I got into contact with my interviewer to ask for feedback. I was ignored again… I have the experience and I’m good enough on paper, so why not in person?

I applied for jobs from 1000-1300. At 1300 the laundry room becomes open to people staying here and I needed to put a big wash on. I had all of Steve’s work stuff to get washed and dried. I refuse to pay the $3 for the dryer. It all adds up. I got myself showered whilst the wash was on. It appears someone has been using my shampoo and soap so I’ll have to keep that under my bed from now on. You can’t have anything! I got the washing out and put it out to dry all over our bed frames. Bunk beds are really convenient for drying washing. It takes roughly 2 days for the washing to dry because the rooms are so cold.

Washing done, time for a food shop. We were running low on options to have for meals. I walked down to Woolworths and got a fair few bits. I managed to get 8 sausages for $4.50 and 1KG of beef mince for $9. I got some passatta, kidney beans, ground cumin for a chilli con carne that Steve wanted. I got bread wraps, rice and couscous. I managed to pick up a bag of carrots reduced to $1.20! I love a bargain. I got Steve some apples to take to work and picked up some onions too. What I didn’t consider was the walk back to the hostel… My arms were killing me after 5 minutes! The worst part is, both of my hands had bags in and I couldn’t lift my shorts up! I couldn’t put the bags down because they’d fall over and I’d look like a complete tit, I didn’t know what to do. My shorts were falling down round the waist but my bum was eating the rest! I must’ve looked a right treat from behind. It was a stressful walk back. Never mind the 30 steps up into reception and the kitchen. Full body workout.

I put the shopping away and went to the bank. I need to ask how much NAB would charge to send money overseas. I have a few standing orders that I needed to top my English bank up for. Santander charged me £25 to cross my English to Australian! Absolutely disgusting! NAB would charge $22 which is about £15, still disgusting. I don’t know how else to do it? I’m trying to read online but much of it I don’t understand. Martin Lewis didn’t help me either.

I got back to the hostel around 1500 and applied for more jobs. Steve got in around 1615. Unfortunately, Steve has picked up a rare case of Man Flu. He has 0.01% chance of survival, or so he thinks… He has a sore head, sore throat, runny and blocked nose. The severity of it is concerning… We’ve been to the chemist to get some bits but he’s still dying.

We went down to make dinner around 1730/1800. The kitchen was getting busy as we were cooking but there was nobody sitting down, hallelujah! Jackson was cooking too so we spoke to him for a bit. He invited me to the beach today but I couldn’t go as I needed to job hunt. Boo. I watched the Italian guy make homemade coffee on the hob, it was weird but looked good. Strong, but good.

I made sausages, carrots, couscous and salad. Weird mix but the salad needed eating and I fancied carrots. I also wanted to do rice not couscous but Steve complains about my rice. I call it sticky rice, like how Thai’s do it. Steve’s just fussy. Nobody knows how to cook rice.

We went upstairs to chill out. I flicked through a few more jobs and see that one 2 doors down from the hostel is asking for staff. I’m going to try man up tomorrow after work and hand my CV in. It was the first place I tried handing it into, but walked past 6 times before sitting on the wall having a mental breakdown. You can do it brucey, you can do it!

We chatted to our roommate who doesn’t like to wear earphones. He was having to move from this room to another for a couple of nights because he didn’t ask to extend early enough. It’s Mardi Gras this weekend too so it’s extremely busy everywhere. Not too sure on his name but he’s from Basildon! Small world. I told him my Sister’s live there.

It got to about 1945 and we fancied a walk. We went to get a cold drink which was nice. There’s not much to do in the vicinity when you’ve got to be up early. We got back and said hello to our new roommates. They’re a couple from Surrey. They seem nice enough, they’re not here long though. Just 3 days. They’ve been to New Zealand and will be going up the east coast and then onto Southeast Asia.

Mel and Ruth got back in too and we chatted to them for ages. They had a good day at the Blue Mountains and are planning to do Bondi tomorrow. The weather is rubbish this week but they only have one week. It’s raining so hard right now that it’s coming through the bathroom ceiling again.

We chatted for ages and before we knew it, it was 2330. Steve had to be up at 0500 for work (even on his death bed, I know, what a HERO) and I had my first day at work here at the hostel. I don’t start until 1000 though but I’ve got to be up for breakfast and ready beforehand.

Steve is snoring ridiculously loud. It's because he's ill but my god do I want to shove my fist down his throat.

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regrettablewritings · 7 years

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The Roommate Story, Pt.2: Hellectric Boogaloo

It’s finally here, @xemopeachx !!!!

So I know this story jumps around in time a lot but that’s just because of story effect. A lot happened, but the most shocking of it occurred relatively early in the year while the more brow-furrowing stuff happened sprinkled throughout to the end. What this part begins with happened in maybe October.

So Kathryn and Stan have been together about a month, though she was already wondering what he’d be getting her for their three-monthaversary. In the end, this proved to be pointless because she soon got bored with him and decided it would be best to break up with him. I remember it so well: May and I were downstairs in the group knitting circle making scarves. About half an hour in, Kathryn comes, practically skipping, giggling to herself about what had just transpired. I listened, a little disturbed, as she told May about how she dumped Stan in our room, only for him to act like it was a movie and go, “If I go through that door, I’m not coming back!” Which, yeah, is hella dramatic for a month-long college relationship but to be fair, Kathryn apparently went to WikiHow to learn how to break up with him. So . . . really, this entire thing was a little pathetic.

To make matters worse, the rest of us saw Stan around afterwards, eating his feelings. And this is no exaggeration, I mean Allison would be in front of him in line at the dorm dining hall and he would be pouting over his food; he’d be eating sushi in class and whimpering how he doesn’t even like sushi; once time, Allison and I were heading back to the dorm at night and we saw him in the parking lot, eating a large pizza by himself. When we told Kathryn this, she just laughed. (I think he dropped out at the end of the school year but May claims to have seen him at a mall in the nearest big city. He was going through a goth phase. Black lipstick and clothes and everything.)

So after the whole Stan thing, you’d think Kathryn would either avoid relationships or would’ve even been seen as unpleasant considering how she handled things. And for that, you would be wrong: For whatever reason, at least three guys had crushes on her in that semester alone. One of those poor schmucks was Hunter. Everybody suspected such, but he denied it like an elementary schooler whose friends still believed in cooties. It was a little obnoxious.

For whatever reason, though, May had a small crush on him. And for another reason I couldn’t place, she admitted this to Kathryn, who then mumbled something about Hunter “being her friends.” Because you see, Kathryn has a bit of a complex where she collects friends in an effort to create a sense of self-importance. Her literal method of befriending was turning to a stranger in class, going, “Hi, I’m Kathryn, let’s have lunch!”, and then proclaiming them besties after only knowing them for a week (I’m not exaggerating any part of this, I can promise you). So the moment anyone “imposed” on her and her believed ownership of friends, she’d get possessive.

Since the crush was already so minor, it was easy for May to dissolve it once she realized that Hunter was a complete suck-up for Kathryn and served as a two-faced messenger. She never told Kathryn that the crush was dead; why bother? The reason I tell you this is because every December, my school hosts an annual arts expo featuring displays and performances that span between the theater building and the fine arts building. At some point, May caught up with me and was trying not to laugh over what she had to say: Apparently, Kathryn found her just to tell her, “Hey, so . . . I know you like him but I think . . . I mean, I guess Hunter and I are together now. Sorry.” Mind you, Kathryn never displayed even the vaguest interest in Hunter before. Even when she knew he liked her. So she literally got with Hunter to keep him from becoming May’s. (They broke up maybe two months later. One of my friends found Hunter on Grindr last year, soooo . . .)

Once again, we must jump around. This time to October-November. At that time, I’d been dating a guy for nearly a year. However, I’d noticed that lately he was becoming scarce despite living ten minutes away. At that time, I was undergoing what I now recognize as seasonable depression (I’d never had it before, I never knew I could get it) and when you add that with the fact that my dad and stepmom back home were divorcing, I was getting especially moody. Numbskull boyfriend decides to attend a concert the day of the one-year anniversary, claiming to have forgotten it, despite making a big deal about lasting longer than four months earlier in the relationship. Then, when I call him out on how shitty he’d been making me feel, he decided we needed to take a break.

When I was ready to confront him a month later in November, he broke up with me in a parking lot behind a dumpster in the cold rain as I began to have a panic attack of sorts over just how much shit I was putting up with. (I’m still hella pissed about this relationship, so imagine how bad I was that night.) So after all this, I’m in my room, crying my ass off to May and Allison. Kathryn is there, awkwardly packing because at this point in the semester, she realized I wasn’t fucking with her anymore and she began to spend nights with her friends at the honors dorm on the literal other side of campus.

According to May, she’d just gotten me to calm down. I was finally breathing, albeit as well as anyone could after crying for nearly an hour. This exchange, in her recollection, occurs.

Kathryn: Regrettable, I just wanted you to know –

Me: *starts begging for her to stop talking because I’ve finally calmed down when --*

Kathryn: I’ve wanted to kill myself before –

Me, who has had suicidal thoughts before and was already in a very bad mental state where I wanted to stop existing: *releases a banshee-like scream and resumes crying*

And yet, throughout all of this, this was not the crowning achievement of douchery. Oh, no. That occurred during fall break. Once more, take my hand, let me lead you back to October . . .

It is Fall Break. I can’t go home; that’s where the divorce is. I can’t stay in a car with my boyfriend for two and a half hours; I will likely get upset with him and breakdown over how much I feel he’s been ignoring me. I stay on campus with May, whose family lives in Maryland. Kathryn leaves Wednesday night. It is set to be a restful break.

. . .

That is, until the smell. I don’t remember when it crept into my awareness, but I just remember thinking, “That’s odd.” I did my laundry and dishes, I take out the trash, I sprayed as much Febreze as I could without bringing on a headache. I hesitate to open the window because it’s cold in early October. I get sick the next day anyway.

And y’all, it was a bad kind of sick. Not vomiting or anything, but a sore throat. Stuffy nose. Hallucinations. I’ve never had hallucinations before, no matter how sick I’ve gotten. I was out of commission until Saturday morning, when I finally had to open the window to air everything out, smell included. After doing some chores and walking around town for a bit, May came to my room and sat at Kathryn’s desk as we talked. It’s been a pretty okay day, I dare to think as I cast my eyes downwards. It is through this action that my sights fall upon Kathryn’s wastepaper basket. She didn’t clear it out before she left. I can tell because of the napkins, crumpled up paper, the familiar purple wrappers . . .

It’s the purple wrappers that catch my attention. I know what they are, but my recovering mind does not allow me to do the math. As such, my conclusion is, “Aw, crap, we’re syncing.” Confused, May follows my gaze, only to create a horrified expression.

“YOU IDIOT – SHE’S BEEN CHANGING HER PADS IN HERE!!!”

. . . Wut.

Sure enough, amongst the purple (pad) wrappers are rolled up pads. Several of them that we could see. I fucking beatboxed the word “bitch”, I was so flustered and horrified. And that was what officially made me cut off all ties to this bitch.

She moved out in December after realizing I wasn’t going to interact with her anymore and I avoided her as much as possible. However, she may be somewhat more obsessed with me than I her because any time she saw Allison or May afterwards, she would ask about me (ex: When Allison went with friends to get a nose-piercing, she asked if I got one, too; when she saw May and May mentioned living off campus, she asked if I was living off campus, too).

She graduated this year, so now I’ll never have to see her ass again.

The fucking end.

#storytime #roommate from hell

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