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Cal is ENROLLED at MY High School, Golden Sierra High School!

(Using a fake High School name for security reasons!)

(A Reality Imagine!)

(What IF Cal Kestis was a REAL person and he CAME to MY school! Of course, he’s young in this!)

(Made this story two years back…thought I might like to share it since I’m in writer’s block! AGAIN!)

(If you haven't already...read my intro!)

(KINDA LONG!)

Rating: PG for…brief mention of a drug and fluff!

There’s a few reasons why I love and hate it when new people are enrolled at Golden Sierra High School. They’re nice one minute, the next they don’t even care if you’re there anymore. It’s a hit or miss when it comes to me to make friends. It was 8:30 in the morning—I was leaning up against the wall, near the bathrooms, waiting for my best friend Britney to come. Her bus comes late sometimes, and I have to go to class without her. I fidget with my phone popper, starting to become nervous that I’m not seeing her. It’s clear her bus is late…yet again! But a certain guy I notice takes all my nervousness away! I see him walking down the hallway—is he new? I see what he’s wearing—a white tank with a jean jacket, black pants with some rip design on them and Timberland boots. His red fiery hair was combed as well! He was surrounded with other guys though, talking and conversing with him. But from the looks of it, he felt uncomfortable being around them. Part of me felt bad about him. Him and those guys stop near the bathrooms…technically near me!

They continue talking with him, bombarding him, making him feel uncomfortable by the minute. I see another rush of students enter from down the hall…I pick out Britney in the crowd! Finally, she came! Took her long enough. I looked at my phone to see the time being 8:45. Enough time to talk—maybe even go to the bathroom before class starts. Britney is closer now and realizes I’m here. She smiles and comes up to me. “Hey Lauryn!”, She greeted, hugging me. I hugged her. “Hey…how’ve you been?”, I always ask her that question for some reason. She looked around some before replying, “I’m good…how about you?”, “Same…”, I looked behind me to see the red-head standing there by himself now, guys that were bombarding him had left. Now’s my chance! I looked to Britney and pointed to him from behind. “I think I should go talk to him…he seems new, I can tell…”, Britney only took one glance as her face morphs into confusion. She looks back at me with a small smirk forming on her lips, quickly shaking her head.

“Mmm-mm…no…no Lauryn, I don’t want you distracted by this guy…come on!”, She grabs a hold of my wrist, but I gently pry myself from her grasp, rolling my eyes as I slowly walk over to him, ignoring Britney’s call for me to come back to her. I see him on his phone, mindlessly pretending to scroll through Instagram. His eyes averted from that phone and up to mines as a shy faint smile formed. “Hi! I’m Lauryn—you look new…”, I was trying to do my best of not being shy right now as I could feel myself getting hot. The guy gave a small huff of a chuckle and shoved his phone into his back pocket. “Y-yeah…you could say that…I’m still getting used to things around here…”, I agreed with him, turning around to notice Britney waiting on the side for me. Out of nowhere, the bell rang—signaling for us to go to class. “I’m Cal…nice to meet you Lauryn…”, He holds out his hand a little, gesturing us to shake hands. I lightly grabbed a hold of his hand as we shook.

“Heh, you too…I should get going…do you need help getting to class?”, Cal quickly took out this piece of paper from his pocket…it looked like his schedule. His shiny green eyes scanned the paper, his eyes flickering between me and that paper. “Yeah…where’s…256?”,I pointed my finger up to the ceiling. “It’s just upstairs…5th door down the hall to your left…”, Cal smiled and nodded. “Thanks! See ya around…”, He left in a jiffy, taking a short cut up through the stairwells. I came back over to Britney with her having a smug look on her face. “What?”, I asked her. She only shook her head in disbelief and chuckled. “We need to get to class…don’t get any ideas…”, I chuckled too, reminiscing on the moment that just happened. “Okay! Alright…you’re right, I DO need to get to class…will I see you later?”, “Yeah…”, She replies quickly as she hugs on me lightly before making her way down the hallway.

*TIMESKIP: TO THE END OF THE DAY*

The bell finally rung—letting us know it’s time to go home! I rushed out my class and down to the lobby area where I see tons of people were trying to leave the school. I looked among the crowd to try to spot Britney—maybe even Cal! Nothing but random people. I walked down the stairs and was about to leave when I heard a voice call out. “Lauryn! Over here!”, I quickly turned, trying to find who was calling me. I made my way out of the crowds and in the open I see Cal standing nearby, leaning against a pillar. I walked up to him, not helpin myself as I wrap my arms around his neck to embrace him. He stiffened a bit but relaxed into my gesture, hugging me back. “I was looking for you!”, I finally said, releasing myself from him. He looks to the floor, blushing ever so lightly before looking back to me. “Really? I didn’t mean to worry you…”, I only smiled to him in reaction. “It’s nothing…I’m fine…”, Cal chuckles slightly at my answer but his smile soon fades as he straightens up to notice someone was coming. I looked to where he was looking, seeing a group of guys coming over…those same guys that bombarded him from this morning. “YO! Cal! What’s good!”, One of the guys greeted him with the “guy handshake”. “Hey! Umm, aren't you guys gonna leave? What are you doing here?”, Cal had asked, seeing the gut shake his head.

“Naw bruh! I take the city bus…we’re just waitin’ around, y’know? We were actually on our way to go smoke some weed…wanna come with?”, I see the guy look to me, having that look of “what the hell are you doing here?” before looking back to Cal, waiting on his answer. Cal looks over to me, not knowing if he should go or not. To help him out, I slightly shook my head, quickly eying to the floor as some guys from the group were looking at me funny. Cal looks back at the guy, sighing. “Sorry guys…maybe next time?”, Cal holds out his hand for him to take. The guy instantly accepts it. “It’s alright man, take your time…I know you’re new and everything but you gotta adapt at some point…just lemme know when you wanna smoke…”, Cal only nods his head in response as the guys finally leave out the doors. During all this time, Britney never came around. She probably took a short cut and didn’t even bother coming to say goodbye to me! Cal noticed my mood and gave me a soft nudge. “You okay?”, I quickly looked to Cal’s shiny green eyes, nodding my head as I smiled faintly. “Yeah…I’m good…can I ask a quick question?”, Cal nods for me to proceed. “Is it alright if we be friends?”, Cal’s face lights up, nodding his head. “Sure! I don’t mind! Are you, uhm, about to leave?”, I have a nod to him, noticing him leaning back against the pillar. “What about you?”, I asked, slightly confused on why he’s handing around here.

Cal smirks slightly as he crossed his arms. “Don’t worry about me…my uh…uncle—he’s coming to pick me up…”, I looked behind me to see most of the crowds of people were outside now. “You’re not gonna wait outside for him?”, I look back to Cal to see him only shake his head. I could understand that he didn’t want to, not wanting to be around that many people while he waits for his ride. I nodded, quietly agreeing with him. I gave Cal one last hug, feeling him hug back, his hands resting on my lower back just under my bag. It was for a good 15 seconds when I released him, feeling the warmth in my cheeks as I gave Cal one last wave before leaving out of the school and to the parking lot where my dad waited.

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I’m glad I was able to meet someone new for a change…this may become more than I expected!

The End?

(Yes there's a part 2 of this! 🤣)

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Here is a random “cringe” and “all over the place” story I made like 3 years ago and I’m now just sharing it…I involve some big people in it like my old friends, actors, and myself, I put them in parentheses…almost technically like a crossover…if you don’t want to read this kind of story, I suggest moving on, but if you do, then please, enjoy and leave a like if you did so!

You’ve been warned, this is so so long!

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A Heavy Heart.

(Big Movie-like story!)

(VERY LONG)

Rating: PG-13 for….brief violence, brief sensuality and thematic elements!

I couldn’t sleep. Insomnia was taking its toll on me. I looked at my alarm clock with the numbers glowing 4:30. Damn! I have to get up at 6 to go to work. I work at “Sylvie’s Shelf”…a grocery store. I take care of the deliveries that come into the store with the help of my friend Vincent (My old irl friend named Chance). I quickly got myself up and ready for what’s ahead. By the time I was done, it was 5:30! Enough time to say hi to my friends. I just hope they are up and awake already. I called Vincent first…he picked up rather quickly. “Hey Vincent…ready for work?”, There was silence on his end and a sigh. “Everything okay Vincent?”, I continued. Vincent finally spoke into the phone after the few moments of silence. But…it wasn’t him.

“Hello Jessica (me!)…this is Vincent’s mom…I’m sorry but he won’t be coming in to work today…”, I heard her sigh deeply again as she continued. “Vincent…has been in an accident…earlier yesterday….after you two left the store…he sped down the road too fast and got hit by a truck…and that truck was running a red light…and he is now on life support in the hospital…I’m sorry honey…we…can…both visit him after you’re done with your shift…what time do you get off?”, Standing there, I wasn’t sure how to talk to her, as I was still soaking in the information she just told me. I could only stifle out a “5:30…in the evening…” and hung up without hearing her response. I glanced to the clock to see it was 5:45…time to go.

I picked up my keys and hoodie, leaving out the door with my mind feeling frazzled. I was not going to let this incident get in the way of me working…I’ll pretend it never happened. It was a good drive as I pulled into the store parking lot, seeing there were lots of signs posted in the front saying, “Get better Vincent” or “We have faith in you!”. I got out of my car and over to the building. Staring at those signs, I felt a small swell of anger as I tore them all down, making my way inside the store. This was not helping me at all! As I got ready in the lounge, my co-worker, Jason, (Adam Driver who played Kylo Ren on Star Wars), came into the lounge to ask me if I was okay. Since my mind was still frazzled, and I have a small crush on him, I didn’t say anything as I stuffed my hoodie into my locker. Jason walks closer to me to say, “If you wanna talk about it—or if you don’t, I’m right here…”, He slowly takes my hand as I turn to him, feeling him grab my other hand as he gave them both gentle squeezes. I sighed knowing Jason always finds a way to make me feel better.

I nod to him. “Thanks Jason…but I’ll talk when I’m ready…”, Jason nods back and gives me a long hug. Without me expecting, Jason lightly kissed my cheek. I felt my cheeks get warm as I chuckled in amusement of this. Jason smiles, chuckling along with me as he gave me one more look before leaving to the warehouse that was set at the back of the store. Our shift doesn’t start until 8:30—and it was only 8! I stayed in the lounge for a little longer before making my way to the warehouse. It felt weird since Vincent wasn’t around. But there was a newbie taking his place for the time being…his name is Jack! (Heath Ledger who played the Joker, from the Batman Trilogy) I see him sitting outside, waiting for the deliveries to arrive I’m guessing. I look over to see Jason walking up to a tall shelf to organize it. As I walk closer to Jack, my heart suddenly races.

I’m not sure why—maybe it’s my ego? I see Jack clear as day as he is wearing shades. But I also noticed the slits at the corners of his mouth. People had been telling me he likes to wear “clown makeup” and had gotten these scars from his early childhood. Deep inside, I felt kind of bad for him. Without warning, I noticed Jack had quickly shifted his attention from the ground to me as he said, “Well heyyy dollface! Are you ready for work?”, I jumped just a little at how he came at me as I got closer to him, leaning myself up against the wall, nodding to his question. “Hopefully it won’t be too hectic…”, I hear Jack scoff. “You never know…”, I smile faintly to his words as he smiles faintly back at me. I was going through my thoughts when I noticed Jack standing and coming over towards me. “Y’know…we could, uh, keep in touch—you and me…”,

My cheeks felt warm as he licked the sides of his mouth, shoving a folded-up card into my hand. I stare at him as he walks over towards Jason to greet him. I look back to my hand and unfolded it to see it was a number written on a Joker Card—found by playing those card games. Is he for real doing this? I get to text Jack? Just me? Of all women in the world, he picks me? I sighed to myself as I stuffed it into my pocket for later. The truck finally arrives as he started unloading the crates that carried fresh produce and meats. Some co-workers who work at the front of the store came in to get those boxes we’ve taken out of the crates. We were finally on break at 2:30…and our break ends at 3:15.

It's not much of a break—but it will have to do! I’m wandering through the warehouse, and I instantly see Jack smoking at the same exact spot from this morning. I went over to him, standing near him against the wall as I asked, “So—got anything you wanna talk of? Are you looking for a new job? Is this one temporary?”, Jack puffed out some smoke before replying, “Well—I plan on moving out of the dumpy city…and to live free and large…”, He gave me his creepy smile before smoking another puff of smoke. I smiled back in a fake way as I sat near him, crossing my legs. I was daydreaming a little when smoke was blew into my face.

I coughed some as I waved my hand around to waft the smoke away. “Hey dollface—I’m talking to you!”, I giggled slightly, with him giggling along with me, knowing he was only joking around. Time must’ve flown as Jason interrupted our little moment, saying we needed to get back to work. After all the deliveries came in, the time was now 4:30 and the trucks have stopped coming in for the day. Yet, it’s a bit early for some reason. I was putting boxes with canned goods inside on a shelf when Jason came over to me, trying to scare me. I didn’t flinch one bit. I sighed and turned to him. “Y’know Jason, you really need to work on that…”, I gave a little chuckle as Jason chuckles along with me. After a few minutes of organizing and stocking a few things, my phone rang. I picked it up to hear it was Vincent’s mom again. “Hey Jessie’, are you almost off of work yet?”, She talks to me like I was her best friend or something…yet I don’t know her very well. I quickly turned to see the wall reading 5:15. “Oh yeah—I’m almost done!”, I quickly replied. “Okay well—I’m here at the hospital…if you are wanting to visit, now’s the time because doctors won’t let visitors see him anymore…”, My heart felt like dropping out. Not see him anymore? Are you kidding? “Alright, I’m on my way…”,

I quickly hang up and shoved my phone into my pocket. Jason was standing there with a sad empathetic look on his face. “I can take you…”, He said lowly. I shook my head at him. “No, I’ll be fine…thanks anyways Jason…”, I go over to him, standing on my tippy toes to give his cheek a light kiss, returning his gesture he gave me from this morning. Jason smiles and hugs me tightly in return. From afar, I could see Jack was nearby and noticed what he had witnessed. Looking jealous, he gathers up his stuff and leaves. I sighed as I released Jason, seeing him give me one last look before walking off to the lounge as I follow, quickly gathering my stuff as well before heading out of the store to the parking lot, with Jason trailing behind me, going to his car. It was sweet of him to take me to the hospital, but I rather go alone. I’m on my way there when my phone rings yet again—but it was only my friend Janet! (My irl friend Britney) “Hey Janet! Um, why are you calling?”, I can hear Janet sigh a little before responding. “I hope you aren’t too busy…I need help with something…”, “Alright, well let me visit the hospital first and I’ll swing by your place when I’m done, alright?”, “Alright..”,

With that, I hung up and arrived at the hospital. I’m walking up to the receptionist to ask where my friend Vincent is. “Oh, he is just down the hall to the left…”, I gave her a thank you and proceeded down the hall. Vincent’s mom was sitting out by the door when she noticed me. “Took you long enough to get here…”, She got up and gave me a light hug, also adding that I could go in. As I did, I see Vincent, laying almost lifeless on the hospital bed. I sat next to him in a chair, gently grabbing onto his limp hand. “I’m sorry Vincent…I should’ve been there…”, “You should have, but there was nothing you could’ve done…”, A voice startles me from behind. I turn to only see a doctor checking out Vincent’s X-rays. “Oh, sorry, I thought I was the only one in the room…”, The doctor only shook his head and made a flinging gesture with his hand. “No, no it’s alright…I’m Doctor Bridgeworth by the way…but you can call me Stanley…”, (Tom Hiddleston who plays Loki). I stand and shake his hand to greet him.

“Will he be okay?”, I ask, sitting back down in my chair. “He’s quite stable for now…but he might have to stay on life support just for a few more days…other than that, he should be fine in a couple of weeks give ‘er take…”, I gave a slow frustrated sigh. Stanley noticed my mood and patted my shoulder, giving it a small squeeze. “It will be alright…a couple of weeks go by very fast…”, He gave a wide smile as he left out of the room, on his way to tend to other patients probably. After the visit, I went straight to Janet’s house, wondering what she could possibly want help with. As I entered her house, I saw everything was in disarray! “Janet?”, I tried calling out her name. No answer. I take a look around her living room, seeing her coffee table was flipped over, couch pillows littered onto the floor, her lamp laying on the floor also. “Janet?!”, I yell out her name this time. Still no answer. My heart starts racing. I rush to where her room is but as I just opened the door, a guy wearing clown-like makeup and purple colored attire was standing there with a knife quickly pointed towards me.

He suddenly realized who I was as he lowered it. I realized who he was too—Jack! “Jack? What are you…doing here?”, Jack only giggled to himself as he slowly stalks around Janet’s room. “Well, y’know me…just taking care of some business…”, He licked his lips and walked over to me. “Where is my friend?”, I growled to him, standing in front of him, making sure not to let him walk away without an answer. His eyes flicker on me from head to toe before answering, “She’s in the bathroom…”, He points over my shoulder to a door that was behind me. I quickly go over to open it, finding her tied up and sitting on the toilet seat. I went over and released her from the ropes around her waist and ankles. She hugs me tightly in return. She then stands to take a small handgun that was hidden in the waistband of her pants, pointing it directly to Jack. Jack only shot up his hands in a jokingly manner as he laughs faintly. “Janet! No! He’s okay…he just thought you were a bad guy or something…”, I look to Jack, seeing that he liked my excuse by his lips curling into a smile.

Janet lowered the gun with a sigh. “I’m…NOT having that psychopath be here for the night…make him leave Jessica, please!”, She begs me, giving me a little push on my arm. But I had cut her off, telling her to go fix up her living room a bit. Seeing her walk away, I grab Jack’s hand and led him outside. “Come on Jack!  I know you’re better than this…”, Jack only licked his lips in response and giggles. I sighed frustratingly and tried to walk back into the house but Jack grabs me by my arm to stop me. “What’s the matter doll, hmm? I’m just having a little bit of fun…it’s not like I’m causing chaos…”, I only looked at him blankly. Jack inches a little closer to me. “Look, Jessica…as long as nobody is hurting you…I’m not hurting anyone…”, He was caressing my hand that he was still holding. Without myself thinking, I quickly hugged him as I felt him instantly hug back, but I told him to go. “See yah at work doll face!”, He tells me as he skipped into the shadows. I sighed to myself as I go back inside to help Janet with her house.

It took forever but we managed to fix up the living room and some of her room as well. It took as long as midnight had arrived. I was half-asleep on the couch—I could still see and hear my surroundings a little. I watch through my half-opened eyelid, seeing Janet open the door as Jason slowly enters. I could see Janet putting a finger to her lips, signaling Jason to be quiet as she points me to the couch I’m lying on. I only see Jason respond with a nod as he hangs his coat up to dry. Janet walks back to the kitchen as Jason comes over, squatting down in front of me. I squeeze my eyelid back shut as I feel him softly caress my forehead, giving me a light kiss for comfort. After what felt like hours—but I might’ve passed out, I woke up to check my surroundings. All was dark except for a lamp light near my feet. I sat up fully, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. I look to the clock on the wall reading 3:45. Nowhere near time to get ready for work. I stand as I make my way to the kitchen. Jason was there drinking on some decaf—but his presence startled me. “Oh, Jason…I thought you were asleep…and yet, you usually sleep on your breaks!”, I sat myself next to him as I hear Jason sigh. “Well, not tonight…”, The feeling of concern swells up inside me as I replied, “Why? What’s wrong?”, Jason sighs again. I got up to hug him around his neck, trying to make him feel more at ease. I feel him hug back, squeezing my arms firmly, having a tight hold of me. After chitchatting and staring contests, we eventually got ready for work as we both drove, following each other to the store. Janet works too but she works as a receptionist in an office building not too far away from where I work.

I got out of my car after I parked as I made my way into the store. As I dropped my things off in the lounge, Jason comes up to me, wrapping his arms around my waist from behind. “Jason what are you doing?”, I ask him. Jason gives my cheek a peck as he says, “I don’t know, just felt like doing it…”, I giggled at his response as I gently force his arms off of me, giving him a playful push as he give me a playful push back. As we made our way to the back, Jack was already here, stacking boxes here and there. As soon as Jason walks off to check for the truck’s arrival, I went over to Jack to greet him. “Hey Jack!”, I punch him softly on the shoulder. Jack only grinned and turned to face me. “Hey doll…nice to see you showing up at work…”, I rolled my eyes and quickly hugged him. “Don’t let your boyfriend see this…”, He added. I got out of the hug to notice his voice thickening with light jealousy. “What, are you jealous or something?”, Jack looked embarrassed and turned back to face the boxes he was unpacking. “Jack, it’s okay, you can tell me…”, I tried placing a hand on his shoulder, but he flinched away. “No…no it’s noT…”, He only said that as he walked off to another pile of boxes that needed to be unpacked. Feeling bad, I continued to onward with my shift.

Once the end of the day came, I was busy packing up my things in the lounge when Jack came in. He went over and sat in this chair that was nearby. I suddenly get the courage to say, “I’m sorry Jack…I didn’t mean it that way…”, Jack sat there for a good minute before getting up as he stood near me, closing my locker door for me. “If you were going to be sorry, you should have said it in the first place…”, “Well, I am!”, I quickly hug on him, the second time, as I feel him go stiff for a minute, but he was able to relax into it and hug me back. “D’you wanna come over to my place then? Hmm?”, He had asked me as he was stroking my back in small circles. I was just about to answer him with I heard Jason had barged in to take notice of our little moment. He stands there, his face forming into anger. “Jason! What are you doing here?”, I asked, pushing myself out of Jack’s arms, moving him to the side a little. Jason only grabs his bag and leaves with a huff. I hear Jack giggle to himself as he walks over to his locker. I slumped into the chair Jack was sitting in earlier, feeling confusion swell in my brain. “What’s wrong dollface? Hm?”, I only stared at the floor, not answering him. He takes notice of my silence as he walks over to me, squatting down in front of me. “Doll—it’s all okay…in the end, it wouldn’t matter, Jason will dump you and move on to some other chick…he would then bcome a worthless piece of—“, “I know Jack! I know…”, I only smile faintly at his words, looking up to see him. Jack matches my smile as he caresses my cheek.

Out of nowhere, he kisses me on my forehead and leaves. Well, that caught me off guard! As I’m driving home, my phone rings. I picked it up to hear it was Vincent on the other end! “Vincent! Oh my God, are you okay? I thought you were still on life support!”, Vincent was silent, but he only said, “Meet me at the hospital…”, He then hangs up. This is not like Vincent at all. By the time I got to the hospital, it was 8:15. I got out of my car and rushed to the lobby. As I am, flashbacks of me and Jack appear in my mind out of nowhere for some reason. My heart sinks, feeling like he may be here and holding him hostage like he did with Janet! I booked my way to his room, pushing the door open to find Vincent by himself, sitting up and relaxing, being on his phone. He noticed me having a worried look. “What’s good, Jessica!”, He threw both of his hands, throwing peace signs. I chuckle at that as I rushed over to hug him tightly. “I’m so glad you’re okay!”, Vincent hugs me back, rubbing my back in a soft manner. “I’m glad you are too…”,

After the visit, I went home to find my bedroom a mess! Did Jack do this? Was he still mad? I was starting to clean up when Jack appeared from the shadows. “Nah ah ah…I made this mess for a reason…”, I shoved my bag into my closet. “For what? So you can make me change my mind? It’s not working for you!”, Jack inched closer and held my face in his gloved hands, but not too tightly as I struggle in his grasp. “I need you to know somethin’ dollface…”, Without hesitation, he mashed his lips upon mines as I can’t help but quickly melt into. It lasted 6 seconds until he pulled away, with me being released from his grasp. I stand there, feeling confused yet again. “What was that for?”, I asked, with Jack still having his arms around my waist. He didn’t say anything for a few moments as he was staring at my features. “Well, isn’t it obvious? I see that blush on your face…I see the way you look at me…”, I only smile and wrap my arms around his neck to embrace him, feeling him embrace me back. Afterwards, Jack helped me clean up my room before falling asleep on my bed, feeling Jack tuck me in with a kiss to my forehead.

When morning came, I stirred up to find a paper note lying next to me on my nightstand. I sat up and took it reading:

“ ’morning dollface! I had put you to bed last night, I’m guessing you’re already aware—but just to let you know I’m not coming to work today…I got some unfinished business…I’ll see you around though!

-J :) “,

I sighed to myself what Jack had wrote. Today would be the day I’ll have to suffer through without Jack. But at least Jason will be there. IF Jason will be there…it depends. But I eventually got up and ready for work. Just slipping on my jacket, a folded-up card slips out of it. Jack’s number! I quickly pick it up, having this sinking feeling that I should take it with me as I shoved it into my pocket. As I’m driving, I was trying to call Janet, but she wasn’t picking up. She’s been silent for a while. I hope she’s okay! I parked my car in the parking lot and went inside the store. It wasn’t open just yet as the isles were empty and there were no customer cars, just employee cars. I sadly turned to look out of the window to notice but to also notice Jack’s car missing in the lot. I memorized the color of it. A mix of blue and purple with flame design on it. And it was a Camero! I was still looking out of the window when I felt a hand was placed on my shoulder. I turned to see it was Jason. “Oh! Hey! Jason…look…I’m sorry about yesterday…I can explain!”, Jason only smiled and nods, but I can tell Jason was still angry and that something was wrong…with him! Without a word or warning, I got hit on the head by a large book of some kind. I felt myself fall onto the floor out cold.

When I work up, my vision was blurry but cleared up enough for me to see I was being held hostage, in a store warehouse. “Some tactic, huh?”, I said out loud, feeling Jason’s presence was behind me. I writhe around, feeling the ropes tied around my hands and ankles, no using getting out of them. “Nobody and can hear you, nobody and save you…”, Jason’s words flew out of his mouth. Those words were unrecognizable. Nobody? Not even…Jack? Then the idea hits me…I remember Jack giving me his number a few days ago…I still have it on me! If I could just call him to let him know, he’ll come rescue me! I cleared my throat to say, “Can I at LEAST—have my phone call? Please! Before you do anything else?”, Jason walks around me, as if he was trying to read my mind to see if I was calling for help or something. He walked around some more before releasing my restraints. “Only one…”, He told me, handing me my phone. As he left to give me privacy, I pulled out Jack’s number, which was that Joker card and dialed in the numbers. Yet, I had a feeling his number would come in handy at some point. A few rings rang in my ear until I hear him pick up. My heart starts pounding in my chest, as I think Jason might be listening in. “Heyyy dolly doll…I’m kinda busy here at the moment—“, “Jack! Listen to me! I need your help! I need help! Please! I’ve been captured! I…”,

I tried to be quiet as much as I could but before I could get my last sentence out, Jason barged back in and snatched up my phone. He then smashed it into the hard concrete floor. Guess I’m going to have to get a new phone later! “You’re going to regret it!”, He slaps me without warning, but he did it so hard, I collapse to the floor. I tried sitting up, but Jason kicks me back down. I wonder what happened to Jason…what did he do? Was jealousy taking over him? All of a sudden, he knocks me out with one punch…not sure with what.

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Jack’s (The Joker) POV:

I quickly got her message. She was in trouble. And I knew that Jason was no good. I shoved my phone back in my coat pocket and rallied up some of my men to go look for her. One came back and told me where she was. She was located in this warehouse—of the store I reluctantly work at. I gathered my mend as we all piled into a truck to leave. As we came upon the store, nobody was there except Jessica’s car and that lying prick’s car. I hopped off the truck and strode inside. My mend searched the store for any signs as I searched for dollface. I went inside the warehouse, and there she was…laying on the floor, out cold. I quickly went over to her and checked her out. Her face had a red spit on it, her breathing was labored…I have to help her in some way and fast.

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Back to my POV:

Everything was black, I didn’t know how long I was out, but I woke up and I was in my room. I sat up to take a look around—clean, organized and dark. I slowly stood to my feet, going over to cut on one of my lamps so I could see more better. I was about to sit at my desk when I noticed a sticky note posted on the edge. I picked it to read:

“ I was able to find and save you dollface—don’t worry, you are safe, and Jason is taken care of…I’m not sure for how long…catch you around!

-J “,

I sighed to myself, sinking into my chair more. At least someone has my back! And yet, I never knew Jason was plotting against my back this whole time…I wished someone, or something warned me about him sooner! I took a moment before exiting my room, feeling my eyes were becoming heavy. I entered the living room to see Janet was here along with Vincent as well. They were both chilling on the couch. And they both must’ve heard what happened to me. Janet rushed up to hug me as soon as she noticed me. Vincent noticed me too as he gets up and walks over to me. “Damn! What happened to you Jessie’?”, Vincent questioned me as Janet released me so he could hug on me.

He had let me out of his embrace so I could answer. “It was Jason…he attempted to kill me…I’m sorry…I put you guys through so much drama already…”, Janet shakes her head and grabs me in for a second hug. “No Jessica! We are your friends…we want to help you when you need it…Jason should be the one who’s sorry…”, I only smiled and sighed. As Janet had let go, I asked, “What do you think about Jack then? Can he stay?”, Once I had said those words, Jack appeared out of nowhere and was smiling his creepy smile. But Vincent got freaked out and pulled out his gun he had in his waistband and shoved it in his face. “Nah ah ah! You wouldn’t wanna do that! We wouldn’t want a mess on this floor, now would we?”, Jack was shaking his finger back and forth, doing this habit of licking the sides of his mouth. I quickly reached for Vincent’s gun and snatched it out of his hands, tossing it to the couch. “Vincent! He’s okay…he won’t hurt you…”, Vincent only hissed a swear word, smacking his teeth as he takes his gun from the couch, flopping himself onto it. Janet was silent during the little moment. She then sighed and turned to Jack who was stifling a giggle but turned serious once he noticed her. “I always thought you were a monster and a psycho…but since you are so keen on keeping Jessica happy, don’t mess this up for yourself…but if you try as so much as lay a finger on her, I swear to God…”, “I know—I know…kill me and uh, pulverize me…I get the jist’ dolly…”, He shot up his hands in reassurance, showing a gleaming smile.

Janet only huffs and makes her way outside to the driveway. Vincent does the same. I sighed to myself and flopped onto the couch. “Don’t get yourself rattled up dollface…at least she’s allowing me to be here and not to, uh, kill me…”, I chuckled at how he said that as he sat himself next to me and rubbed on my thighs gently. What was he trying to do? I sat up straight to look into his eyes. He looked into mine. From what I can tell, he did want me around—he was trying to protect me—he wanted me—only me! In a sudden instance, without more thinking, I pulled him by the collar, capturing his lips with mine. He hummed surprisingly into the kiss as he wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me in. We were interrupted after a moment when Janet had barged in, looking outraged. I quickly got out of Jack’s lap and stood up saying, “Janet! What’s wrong?”, Janet noticed what we were doing but ignored it. “It’s Jason—we just heard word that he’s wreaking havoc at the store…”, It was only 10:30 pm…and things were about to go down.

I looked over to Jack, as he looked like he was ready to fight with someone. I only nod in agreement to leave as we all left to the store. As we got there, several police cars surrounded the building. Luckily, the police weren’t around the entrance, keeping guard, so we allowed ourselves in. We headed down to the warehouse, where there were still no cops around, just destruction! Jason was throwing boxes everywhere, blood stained the floor from him throwing those boxes, getting cuts and splinters. I managed to take a leap of faith and confront him, but a whisper of “Jessica, don’t!” came from Janet’s mouth. I sighed and continued walking over to Jason, who was hunched over against the corner of the wall.

“Jason? I wanna talk…please…”, Jason whips his head around as I saw his face—it was red with tears strolling down his cheeks one by one. “NO! DON’T you even DARE TALK!”, Before I could get a word out, even though I was feeling speechless, Jack quickly got in front of me and held a black rifle-like gun to Jason’s forehead. He probably got that from the storage room. “Time is ticking Jason…are you gonna apologize or do I have to do it for you?”, He clicked the gun against his forehead, loading it. “Jack! Don’t! I can get something out of him, please!”, I begged as I tugged at Jack’s coat. He only flinched me away and kept his gaze on Jason who didn’t look afraid and positioned himself on both of his knees. Without hesitation…BAM! BAM! BAM! Blood spilled out of his head and splattered everywhere. I heard Janet and Vincent gasp from behind. Jason falls lifelessly to the ground, not moving. My eyes were beginning to blur with tears as I buried my face into my hands. Jack drops the gun to the floor and squeezes me into a tight hug. He held me light that for a good minute until I was able to stop crying. The police then came in and dragged both Jason’s body and Jack away.

6 hours later, when Jack was put into prison, I was wanting to stop by for a visit on my way to Janet’s, just so I can see him one last time. They sentenced him to life, but something tells me Jack won’t stick in there long. I was waiting at a table in the visitation room when a buzzer rang, and two doors opened to reveal Jack and two guards behind him. He still had his clown face paint on, but it was a little faded. And his clothes were replaced with an orange jumpsuit. I gasped faintly as I got up to go hug him. Since he was in shackles, I only felt his head snuggle into my neck. The guards evidently broke up our hug and told us we have 5 minutes. I sat across from Jack as he gave me his wide smile. “Miss me, dollface?”, I only nodded and said, “Yeah…it’s weird…but something tells me you’re not gonna last long behind bars, are yah?”, I gave a small smirk towards him. Jack shot one back and shook his head lightly, sinking into his chair. “Don’t worry…I got a plan up my sleeve…and before you know it, I will be with you again…”, He licked the insides of his mouth after saying that. I stifled a chuckle as I repositioned myself in my seat. Jack did the same.

“I only want to ask you one question Jack…hear me out, please…”, Jack went serious. “Alright doll…anything…”, I sucked in a breath and asked the question. “Is it true you protected me cause you…love me?”, I looked down in embarrassment, already regretting the words that came out of my mouth. But in the corner of my eye, I noticed Jack’s lips curling into a smile. “Well, yeah…I guess you could say that…I loved you from the beginning…with my heart…”, I smiled at his words, letting those words seep into my mind. I eventually stood up, having a feeling those 5 minutes were up by the way the guards were looking at us. “Alrighty…I guess I’ll be seeing you Jack…gotta go now and visit a friend…”, Jack stood too with the guards already at his side, taking him away, dragging him to his cell. “Remember dolly doll…I’m getting outta here…even if it takes a heavy heart…”, He called that out over his shoulder as he disappeared behind the doors. I stand there thinking, “A heavy heart? Really? I hope so, cause we got stuff to catch up on after you escape!”, With that, I left the prison and onto the road to Janet’s house, waiting for Jack’s return!

The End!

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If you made it to the end, congrats!!! I did not know it was THIS long…it seemed so short typed up on my pad…if you like it, then I thank you…I don’t expect myself to make a part two to this so…hopefully you enjoyed!

You can't choose not to be angry, but you can choose not to take your anger out on other people.

You can't choose not to be sad, but you can choose to manage your sadness in a constructive way.

You can't choose not to be jealous, but you can choose to work through it in a healthy manner.

You can't choose not to be anxious, but you can choose not to make it someone else's responsibility.

Controlling what you feel is an impossible mission, but you can and should work on controlling how you act on your emotions.

Malleus lovers, come get your food

bitches love him for his asexuality and their mentally ill behaviour

"Who's Hotter?" One Piece Fandom Wars

The Impossible Order | Ch. 6

Summary line: Mr. Min is a stoic boss who will never outwardly show appreciation for you. Not until you’re gone does he recognize how much you do. And what you do matters to him.

ceo!Yoongi | best.friend!Hoseok | romance, fluff, angst, and stuff

Loosely inspired by Secretary Kim and this third bullet point of the prompt list

Start from the beginning | Last chapter

~•~

-          Hi, Y/N. Would you be able to get more coffee for Mr. Min? He’s having a very bad day. (Jungkook)

-          His dad came by today…I’m not one to gossip, but I think you should know. (Jungkook)

-          His dad just told him to drop Genius Design and go be the Chairman of Min Snacks. (Jungkook)

-          Y/N, Jungkook says you get him the coffee every morning. Send more (Mr. Min)

-          Y/N, why are you back to ignoring me (Mr. Min)

-          Don’t toy with me, Y/N. You need to bring me some more coffee (Mr. Min)

-          Hey, Y/N! Yoongi seems to be really on edge today. I hate to bother you, but do you think you can send some coffee over? Thanks! (Seokjin)

-          Trust me, Y/N. I need coffee today (Mr. Min)

-          Please (Mr. Min)

-          I won’t hesitate to come to your house for coffee (Mr. Min)

-          Y/N, Mr. Min is coming to your house to get coffee… (Jungkook)

You sigh as you look at the messages after you turned your phone back on. Despite not blocking him anymore, you still felt the need to give yourself a break from his demands throughout the day. In addition to these texts, you’ve received 8 calls from Mr. Min, 3 from Jungkook, and 2 from Seokjin. You should have known. Mr. Min may be a little bit pushy lately, but it is understandable for him to feel a little unsteady.

You’ve been by his side for at least 6 years; 8 if you count the years you weren’t only his assistant, but Seokjin’s intern as well. You leaving all of the sudden is like him standing on a four-legged chair for so long and one of the legs has been hacked off with no warning. So, not that he is right in his way to bombard you on your PTO, but you can understand if something like this might make him feel desperate to get that leg back.

In addition to that, his father. Over the years, you always knew that his father supported his work, but every time you see his father, you can sense some form of bitterness. It’s alarming, but not to the point where you feel completely blindsided.

It’s no wonder his coffee needs were high last night. You do feel bad for the day he had, but not to the point of letting go of his actions and behavior tonight. The fact that he brought up Hoseok was out of bounds, never mind the fact that he wasn’t supposed to be there in the first place anyways.

You go to your music production desk and look for another blank usb. You tend to keep a bundle of small storage USBs for anyone interested in a copy of your music, provided of course, that the file is encrypted and there’s no chance for others to steal the music. The only factor of Mr. Min’s behavior tonight worth redeeming is the fact that he was interested in your music.

Say what you will about the guy, but he’s the most innovative, tasteful person you know. If he has interest in your music, it means your music means something of value. Despite your career ended up in a different direction, his take to your music tells you that your talent is not depreciated.

With everything going on in the past week and a half, this is the first time that you feel your heart feels just a tiny bit lighter. All because someone likes your music. And not just anyone. He is Min Yoongi: youngest of the top 100 most influential people in the world.

That’s worth a copy of your music and an extra 10 cups of coffee for his day no matter how upset you were by his comment.

~•~

Normally Yoongi can drink however many coffee cups he wants and still fall asleep in the same hour. It’s like a superpower. No, it’s more like he just got used to the caffeine. At this point, it’s a habit he’s conditioned to depend on; in another word: addiction. But last night was one of his harder nights to pass.

His conversation with his father kept replaying in his mind over and over again. And when he tosses and turns, the end of your conversation with him is replayed in his mind.

It’s not necessarily that anything his father can do or say to change his mind, as he is his own man, but he’s more upset that his father wanted him to leave his own company at all. It wasn’t like his father didn’t want him to leave in the first place. When Yoongi first started working in his father’s company, he was just a project manager. He did a pretty good job. But his father always pushed his achievements of building his own company from the ground up; honestly, it wasn’t very subtle. Yoongi knew his father wanted him to do something with his talents the same way his father did. And he took to that very seriously. And now his father decides his son should come back to the company he left?

And you.

He’s never felt more of a jerk towards you than he did last night. It was completely left field of him to come at you, especially about your personal life. And it is because of his selfish intrusions have led you to reveal a very dark and personal struggle. It is completely your business; regardless of who this Hoseok person is in your life. Regardless of the man’s identity, it is completely reasonable for you to be gone. And now that Yoongi knows, he should just back off and let you deal with your personal matters. As a boss, it is his job to not only be conscious of business development, but also make sure that his employees are in a healthy state to work.

Despite these thoughts going through his head all night, considering himself to have made peace with the events of yesterday, he still tossed and turned until 3am; and for three hours, all he had was some very light and shallow rest before his biological clock told him it is the time he regularly wakes up.

Perhaps he can take the day off. Never mind. Despite it to be Sunday, he was still Mr. Min; and Mr. Min has several virtual meetings to go through with a few of his employees and clients. But lucky for him, he can work from home on Sundays. Jungkook will be sending him the energy report soon but he just might tell Jungkook to postpone the meeting with the board about the energy project until Monday.

Mr. Min rolls out of bed, not necessarily because he’s ready to start the day, but there’s no point in him staying in bed any longer.

He drags himself to the kitchen and is a little stunned to see five egg carton tray cup holders, each filled with 4 large cups of coffee sitting on his kitchen island. Next to the last tray, he sees an index card sized card note with a USB on top, Double the amount. He recalls yesterday that you did promise to give him double the amount today. But it’s only 6am right now. He wonders when did you come in and how did he not hear you? Because the cups are still steaming.

~•~

Yesterday the Jubilee had finished all the pieces and put them into place. Today is the day the Princess will come grab the final product so Mr. Min and Jungkook goes down to the workshop to inspect the piece.

When they arrive, Seokjin is already there checking every side and cut of the Jubilee.

“These crown jewels are perfect.” Seokjin carefully picks up one of the pieces with his white gloves to show Mr. Min the Jubilee. Someone hands Mr. Min white gloves so that he can also inspect it himself.

“Very good. Give it a last-minute polish and then bring it up to the presentation room.” Seokjin nods to Mr. Min’s directives and takes the Jubilee back.

The presentation room is meant for high-profile clients to see the merchandise in all its glory as well as a room for the seasonal showcase of new products; and for this company with its prominence, it’s nearly a ballroom.

Mr. Min and Seokjin stand next to the showcase glass with the Jubilee in it. The princess with her security entourage enters the showcase room in all her royal honor. Mr. Min and Seokjin bow and maintain their position until she walks up to them.

“Princess, may I present, your Queen’s Jubilee.” Seokjin gestures to the showcase behind him and the princess steps forward to marvel at the jewels. The Jubilee gift the Princess has requested is nearly every jewelry and accessory imaginable along with a new set of crown jewels, that means the crown, the scepter, and the orb; all a complete set for the Queen to adorn on the day of the ceremony this Saturday. Nearly every inch of each piece is encrusted with jewels and the silver and ceramics have been molded to resemble a dragon wrapping the orb and scepter. In addition to the tourmaline and topaz that the Princess has specifically chosen to decorate the flower design to signify their national flower, the blue poppy, they’ve also added diamonds, rubies, and emeralds; all to signify the colors of their prayer flags as a symbol of blessings for the Queen. In the back, is a silver plate with the number 25 in Tibetan to signify her Silver Jubilee mark.

“I am very satisfied. I praise your employees for their wonderful design and craftmanship.” The princess smiles at Mr. Min in which he bows again to accept her compliments.

“I’m delighted to hear your satisfaction.” Mr. Min replies.

They walk over to the table nearby which her security guards prop up the suitcases full of cash for the price of the Jubilee.

“Our resident gem expert, Jung Ye Rin, and our high-profile jeweler security, Kwon Soon Young, will be accompanying your jewels back to Bhutan, until after the ceremony when the jewels will be secured.” Mr. Min explains to the Princess as they watch his two employees carefully take the Jubilee pieces out of the showcase and into their travel storage.

“Seokjin will come on Friday and attend the ceremony as well.”

“As will you?” The Princess asks, “and if you come earlier, I can give you a tour around my country.” Well, he can’t really say no to a personal invite.

“Of course, Princess. I will be attending the ceremony, unfortunately, due to the demands of my company, I am unable to stay long. Seokjin and I will be there the same time. We are both coming down on Friday and leaving after the ceremony.” The princess nods in understanding, however her distant looks does show a hint of disappointment.

“Well, I hope when you attend, we can still spend the most time together.” A princess has dignity, but never gives up.

~•~

“Oh my God. A princess really likes you.” Seokjin laughs as he claps the back of his friend.

“Why are you so excited?” Yoongi shrugs him off as he replies to an email from one of his associates.

“I don’t know. Maybe because it’s you that a princess is interested in? Maybe because it’s like a drama?...Okay, yeah. It’s because it’s you. Yes, yes. You are one of the most eligible bachelors in South Korea, if not the top one, but…come on, did you ever think you’d catch the eye of a princess?” Seokjin walks around the table to get back to his chair.

“No.”

“Exactly! You’re you! You have no romance at all. No romance, charisma, or charm.” Seokjin throws his hands up and collapses on the chair with dramatic flair. Yoongi turns his head to look at Seokjin. “For the ladies, of course.” Seokjin quickly adds.

“Not because I have no confidence in myself, but I simply do not imagine these things in my downtime.”

“What downtime?”

“Exactly.”

~•~

Since your last lesson of turning off your phone, you choose to simply silent it for the sake of dance practice. At the end of the dance practice, you put away your equipment and check your phone. Nothing too urgent; just Jungkook giving you a few updates.

For the past two days, Mr. Min has been pretty quiet with his demands. Guess there’s a silver lining to telling him some personal matters.

While you’re gone from work, you sort of fell into a routine. Get up, do some work-related updates. go visit Hoseok during the day, play the practice videos, come home, take a shower, feed Yeontan, go to the dance university, dj for dance practice as well as record their dance practice, come home, get dinner and sleep. Not that doing things for Hoseok wasn’t great, you just start to feel like routine isn’t for you. At least work gave you a new challenge every day.

With this realization in mind, you chose to do something out of routine. As much as Hoseok is resting, you might as well use your PTO for yourself as well. Some self-care, some relaxation. You should commit at least one part of each day for yourself. Today will be eating dinner outside and going to a bookstore. You haven’t picked up any voluntary reading for a while now.

~•~

This happens to be one of your most favorite pastimes. Earl Grey tea, noise-cancelling headphones, going to a well-lit bookstore to pick up some good reads, or read while you’re there.

As you slowly go down the aisle, your peripheral vision has a familiar face bent down at an angle to get your attention.

“Y/N?”

“Namjoon!” You pause your music and pull your headphones down to rest on your shoulders.

“You look like a female version of Yoongi for a moment.” Namjoon comments with a smile. You curve one side of your lips, “Please.”

“I’m, like, half serious.”

“Haven’t seen you in nearly two years. What are you up to?” You change the subject. You don’t really see the compliment of being similar to Mr. Min.

“What are any of us doing here?” He raises his eyebrows in a playful manner.

“Are you talking about in the bookstore or are you having an existential crisis?”

“I could be both.” You shake your head and chuckle, “How are you, Namjoon?”

“Things are alright. I’m just chilling. Waiting for Seokjin and Yoongi to grab some dinner.”

“Nice.” You recall Jungkook spilling the tea on Senior Min wanting Mr. Min to be the chairman. Doing so means Namjoon and all his hard work is pushed away. You feel so much pity for Namjoon, but knowing Mr. Min, he would never let that happen, so you shouldn’t feel too nervous for Namjoon.

Speaking of your boss…

You see Seokjin and Mr. Min’s head bobbing their way down the aisle of books. Seokjin looks excited to see you as he makes a gentle wave. Mr. Min doesn’t really express much, but by the looks of his eyes, he’s surprised to see you.

“Y/N! How’s your break going?” Seokjin asks as he walks up to you. Namjoon looks at you, realizing why he felt like it was such a surprise to see you out and about so early in the evening. Normally at this hour, you’d still be in the office, hence you being here proves you’re currently off.

“Ah. Well, doing stuff…” You trail off. Seokjin immediately recognizes your boundaries, unlike some people.

“Well, then. We won’t disturb your PTO. See you later!” Seokjin guides his friends away and you wave them goodbye.

What’s it like for other people when they see their boss in public?

~•~

“I knew I felt like something was weird! I haven’t seen her in so long because she’s always working late.” Namjoon exclaims, facepalming his forehead.

“Yeah, I don’t think I’ve really seen her ever take a vacation day. Unless she capped her hours and she’s forced to.” Seokjin remarks.

Yoongi does his best to stay silent on the matter. Knowing what he knows, he doesn’t want to be a part of the conversation. She didn’t want to let him know why she called out, let alone, letting other people know.

He was surprised to see you though. He would have thought that you would have wanted to stay beside your…friend or whoever he is to you, for the duration of your time. Also, he was…almost a little…scared? To see you. No, not scared. But something else he can’t point out. Since you outed your reasons to him, he felt the importance to stay away and let you deal with your things; and despite the fact that you got him coffee the very next day, doesn’t mean you weren’t still mad. He doesn’t know if you’re still mad.

“Namjoon,” Yoongi turns to his friend to change the subject, “Hey, so I need to tell you something.”

Yoongi explains to him what happened on Saturday with his father’s conversation. All the while Namjoon doesn’t look at Yoongi, taking in what he’s saying. Seokjin inhales sharply, unsure how Namjoon will react.

“Thanks,” Namjoon grimaces, “I appreciate your honestly.” No one said anything for a minute, just letting the atmosphere sink in. Namjoon sits up and stretches his back, “It’s not really surprising; it’s understandable, if you try to think like a father, I guess. Maybe. But I’m still disappointed.”

“That’s understandable.” Seokjin nods.

“Don’t worry about me though. Maybe it’s just time for me to recognize where I can be valued more. How about you, what are you going to do?” Namjoon looks at Yoongi.

“I’m not going back. That’s all I know.” Yoongi knocks back a shot of soju. Namjoon nods expectantly.

“So Namjoon, guess what? We met the Princess today again.” Seokjin wiggles his eyebrows to change the subject. Namjoon grins and looks at Yoongi.

“So…has she asked for your hand in marriage yet?” Seokjin and Namjoon laugh with each other while Yoongi just shakes his head.

“I hate you all.”

“Hey, man. She’s beautiful and nice.”

“And she’s in another country.” Yoongi reminds his friends.

“So, are you saying if she weren’t in another country, you’d ask her out?”

“No. She’s a princess. She’s got duties and I’m not cut out for royal business.”

“Okay so if she was a normal citizen in South Korea, you’d ask her out?” Namjoon inquires.

“No.”

“Come on, man. Real talk. What kind of woman do you want?” Seokjin leans in.

“No.”

“Oh! Okay, I’m sorry. What kind of man do you want?”

“I don’t have time for a woman. And even if I had any time at all, there’s no woman that can keep up with what I do.” At that, Seokjin raises his eyebrows and bites back a grin. He glances behind Yoongi at Namjoon who shares the same look. Seokjin tries to hide his grin and subtly shakes his head.

“Okay. So, someone who keeps up with your schedule, knows your problems and can share your burdens, and has an in-depth understanding of your quirks. Well damn. If that’s the case, and she’s all up in your business, how are you going give in the relationship? Can’t just expect someone to hang around all for your own sake. Women needs love, care, protection, and affect – “

“And how would you know? You don’t date either.” Yoongi shoots back

“I date!” Seokjin protests.

Namjoon waves him off. “Hey, focus,” Namjoon turns back to Yoongi, “He makes a point though. You’d be a pretty lousy boyfriend if all you want is someone to trail you and be your assistant.”

“I don’t want an assistant.” Yoongi raises his voice, much louder than intended.

“Okay. Great. So how are you going to prevent that? Because it doesn’t sound like you’d do much for her.”

“You guys are bringing up a nonexistent girlfriend for me right now. How did we even get here?” Yoongi urges for the subject to drop.

“Because one day you’re going to actually discover who she is. And when you do, you’re going to realize how much of an asshole you can be to her if you’re not careful.”

~•~

Yoongi takes off his jacket and plops on the couch; his face is a little red from the amount of soju he had tonight.

He’s bothered by Namjoon and Seokjin’s chastising; like he’d really be a bad boyfriend. Not like there’s even someone able to keep up with him. You are, but you’re his assistant; and he’s already made a point that he’s not trying to date an assistant. No offense to you, but the dynamics between you and him is boss and assistant; it’s not a realistic dynamic for a couple before they are a couple.

As these thoughts run through his head, he feels maybe a little bit of an asshole; making it sound like it’s a matter of class. He tries to rephrase himself in his head. Besides. It’s not like he’s the highest and mightiest of them all. He has a princess chasing after him and he doesn’t feel worthy. And she’s not his type.

Normally in public events, when he knows he’s bound to run into some ladies who aren’t his type, you’re there to fan them away. Don’t know how you do it, but with you by his side, he worries so much less about most things.

These thoughts bring him to think about the Jubilee ceremony coming up. You’re not there to shoo her away, although that’d be pretty interesting to see how you help him reject a princess.

He looks to his phone but shakes the thoughts out of his head just as fast. He can’t bother you at a time like this. He kind of promised himself to give you the space you need right now. It’s the least he can do.

Next Chapter

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A/N: With everything going on in the world, I’ve been more than distracted, sad, and stressed to write. But here I am. Because I don’t want to stop writing and you’ve waited for a month. And I’m an impatient perfectionist. Which means I just finished writing and I haven’t even proofread. I’m posting now and will likely go back and edit my grammar on and off. Everyone, stay healthy. For those part of the protests, or if you’re an essential, etc., stay safe. Anyone who is not in any of the above categories, stay safe anyway.

Ok is it just me or is the “The Magnus Archives to Pathologic” pipeline absolutely a real thing

not that I like j k rowling but it's funny that she wrote this book and was like "it has this thing in it with historic mythological precedence and it has a name used in said precedence" and someone else was like "ok, but ✨️alliteration✨️" and subsequently ruined the lives of several million americans

DUNGEON MESHI OST ART I OWE YOU MY LIFE

is it just me but i feel like everyone who likes queen also likes harry styles??? 

i made a diagram to help support my claim

i know you mentioned not being offended, but you seemed pretty offended by the end of it 😂

my question was answered in the first few paras where you mentioned your real life doesn't resonate w what the plot of the book is, so i'm glad my question was answered

as for the rest of it, oof

like i don't remember saying that you shouldn't write something that deviates from my preferences, nor did i say i want the two in otte to have a happy ending and live happily ever after, my question was simply why write something that puts you through emotional hurt bc you know that would make it difficult for you to complete when people could potentially end up wanting more, which again, was answered, idk where you got the 'cookie cutter' ending idea from, because again, i never said anything about that, also bc otte doesn't even have an ending to begin with lmao

i never asked you to not write a fic that doesn't fit my standards nor was it an attempt at that bc i'm an avid reader of angst and would love an angsty ending if there's going to be one at all, all i was wondering about a complete book

half of your reply wasn't even what i was looking for?? it was simply unprovoked and hurt me a little because i try to put forth my question as respectfully as possible nor would i encourage you to stop writing bc i like your fics, i could expect a lil niceness too right? or does that irk you too 😂😭??

the hashtags apart from the first few paras were rude for no reason, especially when i made it clear i wasn't tting to be offensive and it never was my intention

thanks for answering i guess

also, another question, is there a posting schedule for the 'slut war' book? or would it be like bd?

i was annoyed, not offended!! and i've also slept on it so am a lot more chill about it now. you caught me at a bad time and that's on me, so I'm sorry for being a bit defensive with it all. if i'd have waited until this morning to answer it then yeah, you probably would have gotten a different answer.

that being said, tonally, your ask came across a bit rude to me--it questioned my motives in a way that I didn't really get, and made me feel like i was a bit stupid for publishing in the first place. it might just be your typical way of typing, but it's the kinda way i type when I'm fighting with someone lol, so it had my back up!! especially that final little lmao!!

you've also gotta bear in mind that I don't really have much of a presence on tumblr and that the otte was published 9 months ago, when my presence was even smaller. i really didn't/dont have reader expectations. it felt like you were calling me ingenuine and that's a shitty thing to be made to feel like!! especially when I've always been very open/honest with you guys about things!!

the story to me is done. it was never intended to be a fic!! or to have a resolution!! that's what I meant by people wanting a cookie cutter ending--you wanted something different to what was written. the ending is the ending.

i think i always strive to be kind, and I definitely wasn't trying to be unkind--but I'm also not a doormat and I do have feelings too, so even if you didn't intend for it to come across rudely, it kinda did and I responded accordingly.

the last thing i want is to leave a bitter taste in peoples mouths, though, so hopefully we can chalk this up to a misunderstanding/bad timing/me being a little reactive.

as for slut war--yes, it will be like bd!! I'm trying to commit to having the first 5 or 6 chapters ready for upload by the time bd is done so that we can have a steady couple of weeks of updates as we get into the story. it'll be shorter--a little over standard novel length, probably around 140k!