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upsidedownism · 2 years

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[ christopher briney | cis male | he/him | twenty-two ] —— it’s just another typical week in hawkins i guess — isn’t that right, mike wheeler? huh, guess they can’t hear me over heart shaped box by nirvana playing on their walkman, but it looks like they’re headed to work as an arcade attendant. did you know mike has been in hawkins for his entire life? yeah, they’ve been described as a bit stubborn, but i suppose them also being unwavering outweighs the negative. i’ve also heard people say they remind them of late dnd games that stretch to three a.m. with your best friends, cigarette smoke out an open window, ripped jeans and baggy t-shirts of musicians you love, anger and grief often masked as cold and uncaring, a feeling of love that you don’t know what to do with or how to say, and trying to find the better version of yourself that people need you to be. … however, that could just be this weeks newest rumor.

character inspos: zuko (avatar: the last airbender), eve polastri (killing eve), cristina yang (greys anatomy), kaz brekker (shadow & bone), kat stratford (10 things i hate about you), will hunting (good will hunting), elliot alderson (mr. robot), scott summers (x-men), chandler bing (friends), rosa diaz (b99)

full name: michael wheeler nickname(s): mike name meaning: who is like god? age: twenty-two date of birth: april 7th place of birth: hawkins, indiana current location: hawkins, indiana gender: cis-man sexuality: bisexual (repressed) pronouns: he/him religion: atheist occupation: work at arcade palace as an attendant education level: high school financial status: he lives at home still, so he’s doing okay spoken languages: english, spanish

tws: parental neglect, mentions of grief & trauma, lots of repressed feelings. it’s implied that ted has said something unsavory abt gays but non descriptive. mentions of mike getting in fights. ( since he is aged up there’s more headcanons about his time in high school, in season 2 it’s implied that mike was getting into a lot of trouble at school and with his parents, and in season 1 we see him standing up to the bullies so i went off of that knowledge from canon and ran with it here. )

─── ➤ mike is five when he meets his first best friend, will byers, the first day in kindergarten, getting all the nerves to walk up to him on the swings asking him if he wants to be friends. it’s still the best thing that he’s ever done.

─── ➤ mike’s mom makes him bring cookies to the next door neighbours, their names are the sinclairs, and they have a son named lucas that’s mike’s age. it’s not long after mike invites him over and realizes that they have a lot more in common with each other.

─── ➤ mike’s in the fourth grade when he meets dustin henderson, and asks him if would want to sit with him and his friends for lunch. it’s the start of a beautiful friendship between the four of them.

─── ➤ mike is ten years old when he starts to realize that his parent’s marriage is not like most. or maybe it is and they just don’t talk about it. they’re arguing more, voices carry in the house, but he doesn’t think that they realize it does. and when holly comes along mike gets shoved to middle child and he doesn’t know how to talk to his parents anymore. he doesn’t know how to ask nancy if there’s something wrong with their family he always ends up saying something else. this is the catalyst for most of mike’s emotions.

─── ➤ mike is twelve the first time he starts questioning if he likes boys or not. he’s always seen girls and thought that they were pretty but has never gotten the courage to ask them to the snowball, but there’s a guy in his class that makes his stomach turn in a way that he thinks that it shouldn’t. and he can’t go to his best friends because he doesn't think that it’s all that important to talk about. and his dad says something about boys who like other boys and it’s a moot point. don’t talk about it. don’t think it.

─── ➤ mike starts acting out at thirteen, his parents blame it on growing pains. he starts getting detentions and by fourteen he’s forced to give most of his toys away despite the sentimental value because he bad mouthed a teacher to their face. he doesn't know how to tell his friends what he feels.

─── ➤ mike’s mouth has always run hot, his parents dont understand what happened to the sweet boy growing up. his friends want to know why he acts so selfish and mike doesn’t know how to tell them anything. he’s afraid that if he speaks that it just won’t stop. his parents are still arguing and sometimes he sees his dad on the couch and he thinks that this is just what a normal family does. he takes holly for ice cream and sees less and less of nancy who he felt like was the only one who could understand what it’s like growing up in a big house where no one talks to each other.

─── ➤ the bullies used to scare him growing up, but they start to look less and less scary when they say a bad word about mike’s friends to his face. by sixteen he’s earned enough punches to the face to where his parents have just stopped caring, stopped yelling at him. he doesn’t know which is worse. they say things like a lost cause, and we don’t know who you are anymore. mike can’t remember the last time that he felt like himself. and he still doesn’t say anything.

─── ➤ mike will do anything for his friends, but he doesn’t know how to tell them he loves them. he doesn’t think that he’s ever said the word love to anyone before. even if he means it. the word love is terrifying, he’s pretty sure his parents don’t love each other, that the wheeler children were in some form of an obligation. if love is an obligation then he doesn’t want any part of it.

─── ➤ mike is seventeen and his parents ask him if he’s thought about what schools he’s thinking about applying for. he doesn’t know how to tell them that he doesn’t know if he wants to go to school. he has the grades for it despite the detentions. he’s smart enough, his teachers say when they ask him why he keeps acting up. he knows that if he puts his mind to it that he could go wherever he wants, the sky’s the limit. but the choice gets made for him when will byers goes missing.

─── ➤ he’s eighteen when will goes missing. and he feels like the world is going to concave in.

─── ➤ he’s eighteen when he meets eleven.

─── ➤ his parents know that will going missing is a big deal, but they don’t understand that will is his best friend, they don’t understand that mike will move heaven and earth to find him. but they don’t pay attention enough to realize that mike has been hiding el in their basement.

─── ➤ for the first time in his life, mike feels needed. and it’s an overwhelming feeling to be needed. ( and for the next couple of years he doesn’t know how to tell people that he doesn’t feel real unless he’s needed. )

─── ➤ they fight monsters from a different dimensions that fall, and will gets found, eleven is dead, and he watches her die.

─── ➤ sometimes mike can still feel her. at least, that’s what he tells himself. he knows that it does more harm than good making himself think that she’s still alive because it’s easier than the alternative of thinking that she’s actually gone and he’ll never see her again. on day 352 after he puts the dinosaur he showed el in the donation bin he calls her again and he tells her he had a bad day, that he wishes that she were here, they all do, but mostly him. he doesn’t get an answer. he knows that he should start moving on but mike has never been able to move on from anything. he thinks he’s starting to understand what the word love means, if only because eleven is dead. and it was too late to say how he felt. mike was always too late to say how he felt.

─── ➤ he starts getting into fights with his parents, more explosive one’s. fights where mike can’t take back the words that he’s said. he doesn’t think that he can still blame it on growing pains anymore. it’s grief and anger that he’s never felt before, he knows he’s blessed in that way. but he watched his best friend go missing, assumed dead, and watch el face the demogorgon and die, and will has been acting weird and no one can tell him why.

─── ➤ things get a little better the summer of ‘85, eleven is alive and he has his best friend back. but mike ruins it by opening his mouth and lying. he could blame hopper, but he knows that if he was just honest with his feelings then he wouldn’t have gotten himself in the mess that he buried himself deep in. eleven breaks up with him and he knows it’s not the end of the world but it feels like it. it seems a bit ridiculous given that so many of his friends, including himself, have almost died more than once. but its young love, and he never thought that he was capable of falling in love in the first place. things quickly go to shit with max’s brother billy, and eleven loses her powers, and hopper is dead and it feels like the beginning of the end.

─── ➤ mike has been to too many funerals for people his age. will and eleven move away quickly after. the party starts to drift and mike gets a job at the arcade palace with max. mike knows that he’s been unfair to max. he had never handled changed well, ( and selfishly mike wants to know if people only pay attention to him because he’s always so angry ) , but that summer he starts to slowly open up because he loved el and el loved max and maybe this is one of the only ways that he can be close to her. they don’t have to say anything during their shifts and mike is starting to understand that sometimes silence like this could be companionship instead of resentment like his parents.

─── ➤ spring break is when it all goes to shit again. he’s in california and his relationship with will has changed and he doesn’t know why. ( he thinks back to it now that he could’ve called more. he could have written a damn letter, but mike had never been good at sharing his feelings and it’s been years and you would have thought he would have gotten better at it by now. ) eleven gets taken away from him again and he’s tired of people he loves always being taken away leaving him helpless. ( he’s supposed to be the leader, the paladin, why can’t he ever help the way that he wants to? )

─── ➤ mike does too much thinking in the back of the van, sitting next to will. his whole life has felt so directionless and they keep getting into these dangerous situations and he keeps being a bad friend about it. he finds himself looking over at will when he’s not looking wanting to say everything that’s been on his mind the past few years, wanting to ask if he knows where their childhood went, that this isn’t how they’re supposed to be spending the beginning of their twenties. but he knows that there are things that will doesn’t understand about mike, and so many more that mike doesn’t understand about will. he doesn’t know what to say when will gives him a painting and he cries. he thinks about reaching out to grab his hand but he doesn’t. he stares out the window and tells himself that he should say how he feels, say more than the fact that he liked it, that he’s always liked his paintings, but it feels more than that.

─── ➤ he knows it’s a bad idea from the start, but he’s never been able to tell el no before, and max is in danger and she’s the only one that can stop it. he watches the girl he loves start choking in the tub and for once in his life he actually starts to say how he feels. he loves el. he loves el and he hates that it took this long for him to say it. he doesn’t know how to tell her all the other things he loves about her he hopes that one day maybe he’ll be able to work up to all of that. love didn’t have to be an obligation and she taught him that, it was something that you choose over and over again and they’ve been through too much to let that go.

─── ➤ hawkins splits in half. the town that he thought he hated is broken and he can’t help but feel grief over the place that raised him. the place that gave him so many of his favourite people and memories. and just like before, he has no idea what to do.

HEADCANONS:

trying very hard to be a better friend and say what he means but also you know it’s still mike he absolutely has no idea how to tell people his emotions. he will literally keep it all in until he dies probably

he is still a headass but like . he’s growing. he’s evolving, he’s trying.

helped a lot during the rebuild of hawkins

close to holly tbh that’s his bestie , when his parents are fighting he takes her to get ice cream. they are always getting ice cream.

absolutely devastated that hawkins is the way that it is and has never really voiced this out loud much because like i said he keeps it to himself , didn’t realize until it was falling apart how much he loves his little town

got into mit but declined it and lied to his parents and said that he didn’t get in when he did bc will was missing

he still thinks about going to school but probably won’t for the time being.

still has no idea who the fuck he is he constantly feels like he’s going through growing pains

feels a lot of grief still??? doesn’t understand why his parents don’t understand him, we love a generational trauma cycle <3 he so badly wants to break it and be better but he doesn’t know where to start

when he was acting out in high school he started smoking and he stopped for a while because he was (temporarily) happy and now he’s back to it lmao i hate him

i have a lot of feelings abt mike but this already long so i’ll just post more headcanons separately <3 </small>

#━━ ❛❛ // MIKE WHEELER ! ¦ i’m sorry are you lonely it’s just the chemicals . 「 about ! 」#hawkinstm.intro

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ouyangzizhensdad · 3 years

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Sorry but to the anon, it's very clear ure very white or grew up in west... for you kind information very few asians first cdrama was untamed. As for me pointing out the difference between western way of making things emotionally and asian things of emotional is very different. For most asian cultures parents are the most important thing ever and this is why the leads with no or one parent is very indicative of what kind of life they will have. In most western dramas it's not as important to keep in contact with parents and in most they dont even introduce them at all. Emotions are felt and shown different in different cultures. I'm south asian, and to me the recarination and second life of main leads doesnt really make it fantasy and sometimes it's what the belief system of the culture is so its accepted. While I've seen ppl being annoyed abt rebirth or soulmate culture in western fandoms of different things I love (j/k/c entertainment or bollywood)

Hi anon,

I have said before that I am white and grew up in the West--I haven’t made that a secret. I didn’t suggest that Asians’ first cdrama was CQL. I only said : “I don’t like speculating too much about anons, where they are coming from and what they’ve consumed as media” which simply meant, I do not not them (or you?) so I can’t tell where they (or you) are coming from. It was an admission that while I’m a little stumped by the argument, I cannot derive a life experience from it alone and do not wish to pretend that I can.

I think where we seem to disagree is that you’ve taken my off-the-cuff point about the rain machine as a wholesale condemnation of a trope. My point is more about how the execution of these tropes, which I know are emotional, fail in actually moving me because of the technical aspects or the care put into the scenes. It’s a commentary about the directing, editing, sound design, soundtrack, the finesse of the storytelling. I can see why this could be read as a White person being dismissive and saying Wow they’re dumb for thinking rain is Sad, and perhaps I should be more careful of my wording even with my shitposting. But what I meant to say is that tropes are basically a function of semiotics and repetition: and how a particular iteration of the trope is done can be successful or fail when it comes to the goal towards which it was used. And it’s not even talking about how signs (ie “rain” in this context) have multiple significations attached to them, the same way colours have different associations within the same culture: again, it requires work to fully navigate these elements and know how to use them to full effect. It’s part of the craft of a creative.

Some of the fault can lie solely on the audience member for failing to grasp the association but some of it has to do with how the creatives wielded the trope. The trope is tool, a framework, it has to be interpreted and integrated into the work. And my point about shows like SHL and CQL is that sometimes their use of tropes feels very much like a crutch: like you can simply add rain to a scene and immediately it will be sad and moving. I think the point of the other anon concerning this is that if people defend the technical aspects/storytelling of shows like SHL/CQL where the primary concern was clearly never about telling the most intricate or well-executed story in the first place, is that it sort of lumps together all Chinese content regardless of their quality or the goals of their creative teams into the argument of “you’re not getting that it’s actually well done because you’re not Chinese/Asian”.

Again, I’m not disagreeing with you that there are differences in cultural works and cultural knowledge. In my other post I was pointing out that crying in the rain is a trope that exists very predominantly in western works as well--although yes, the common iterations of the trope in the West might differ and its effects as well, I’ll concede that--because I think sometimes we get a little too hung up on being different that we might miss where things can be similar or that there are a lot more nuances. With the examples I wasn’t trying to argue that these works are better than Chinese works, I just used the first two that came up to mind (and that I knew would be on youtube) to show how much more care it is possible to read into the directing and technical execution of these scenes, and how much the execution has been tailored to the specific narrative or character moment, to the point where even the sound design is used to pull you as an audience into the pov of the character and heighten the emotional connection--as opposed to the autopsy of the crying in the rain scene in SHL for example, where it’d harder to take a specific camera movement for instance and associate it with an effect or see how they’ve thought about how to specifically film this specific emotional moment instead of just a general emotional moment. I’m sure if I go back and rewatch some cdramas or cmovies I’ve watched in the past I could remember a scenes of people crying in the rain that were better executed and do a similar autopsy than I did for those two examples.

All in all, while I can be wrong and misguided, my point is simply that I don’t think in this case that the wholesale argument of “you weren’t moved because you do not get the cultural context” fully works because it assumes that any crying-in-the-rain scene regardless of how well filmed and directed it is would be inherently emotional for a Chinese audience. It’s an argument that is mostly about film-making techniques, and how it can lead people to be lazy in how they wield tropes, not about the trope itself.

#anon ask

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angeltrapz · 3 years

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hhmmmmvnfj asks abt Lawrence? umm in a selfship way: what’s ur favorite gift he’s gotten u? — in a character analysis way, bcuz I’ve posted a lil abt it n u mentioned it in DMs too: if William had survived, bc Lawrence was handling new disciples at that time (like Brad n Ryan), how do u think Lawrence n William would’ve interacted? (esp bc we know William was at least vaguely aware of who Lawrence was pre-trap bc of their connections to John)

dfhskj thank u!!! finally getting 2 this

okay fr the selfship part: mentioned it a little bit when replying 2 the other ask u sent, but it’s a worry stone made out of rhodonite (which looks a lil like this), bc he knows how interested I am in gems + rocks n stuff like that but also bc he wanted me to have smth to fidget with in case I forgot my lil lanyard of rolling beads when we went somewhere! it’s smth I just run my thumb along bc it’s smooth n soft n fits perfectly in the palm of my hand. a lot of times if I’m in an uncomfortable situation I can’t get out of, having that w me helps a lot bc it’s grounding n it reminds me of him 💞💞

fr the character analysis part: KJSKFS YEAH I love getting 2 talk abt that bc I actually think abt it quite a bit. as u said, William and Lawrence have always been vaguely aware of each other on account of being connected thru their interactions w John, the doctor who he felt wasn’t kind/sympathetic enough n the insurance agent who denied his (EXTREMELY experimental, mind u) foreign treatment request. I’m not sure that they ever interacted face-to-face PRIOR to John’s death, but after William survives his test it’s just kinda like... who else does he have 2 talk to that might be able to understand even the tiniest bit what he went thru? he loves Pamela to pieces, of course he does, she’s his only family - but she didn’t see what he’d had to do, doesn’t rly KNOW like Lawrence would.

but I still think he’d absolutely be Cautious, bc even w the desire to be understood n maybe even have someone he could confide in, William knows now that Lawrence has been helping John for quite some time - as we see in 3D and as u said, Lawrence is the one handling new disciples, something that only John ever did; Amanda didn’t have her own apprentices, n Hoffman sure as hell didn’t either. that, n William doesn’t know how much involvement, if any, Lawrence had w his own test - that’s smth that wld haunt him a lil, I think. it’s hard to be comfortable around a person who is not only directly involved w the person who felt it necessary to put u in a trap, but who Also may have been the one to put fucking explosive bracelets/anklets n tattoos on u + SEWN A KEY inside of u, which is INCREDIBLY violating of his bodily autonomy. that could warrant a whole discussion of its own tbh.

but. Lawrence is the closest John ever got 2 having a TRUE successor (which I have conflicting feelings on; my reading of Lawrence in SAW 2004 was not someone who wld have joined up w someone who caused him so much pain, but fr the sake of exploring this, I think tht after going thru something as horribly traumatizing and irreversibly changing as he did, he sought that life of control n routine that he felt he had prior to his game, and well, John could certainly provide that,,,) n William would likely know this. Amanda’s dead, Logan is off doing who knows what n living his life, Hoffman is only doing it out of a weird sense of obligation?, and Jill isn’t rly a disciple, just some1 who’s been dragged into it too. (I think William n Jill actually would’ve gotten along tbh,, it’s a different thing entirely whether William would WANT to interact w her.)

I think Lawrence wld want to be able to reassure William that he had no hand in what happened to him (I don’t even know if Lawrence is the one who fitted the bracelets/did the key?), but he like. wouldn’t even know where 2 begin bc how can he explain that in a way that William could ever rely on? how could he ever convince William that he truly wasn’t responsible when all the other man wld have 2 do is look at all of th ppl he assisted John in securing/operating on? Hoffman was the one who put William in his trap, but Lawrence doesn’t know he’ll ever b able 2 prove that in a way William can believe. n I don’t think he’d expect William to believe him, not at all, but I think Lawrence at that point truly doesn’t have anyone - he and Alison are divorced and she has Diana, Adam isn’t around obviously, John + Amanda are gone, Hoffman doesn’t know he exists, so who does he have? I think he longs fr that sort of connection, even if it Is forged thru smth as terrible as what they were both individually put thru by John - they have tht common ground of being involved in his diagnosis + the way he responded to them (petty fucking grievances... kramer I will literally knock yr teeth in u fucker) n being ppl he considered partially responsible fr his downfall in a way (Lawrence wasn’t “kind enough,” William said no to a highly expensive and experimental international treatment that they weren’t even sure wld WORK). and like, not necessarily 2 the same extent, but they were both physically altered by what they went thru. Lawrence is missing his foot. William has scars + tattoos that he could get covered up, sure, but the experience isn’t going away. the scar on his side where the key was hidden is never going away. Lawrence’s prosthetic is functioning but the fact that he cut his fucking foot off isn’t going away. n that’s not even TOUCHING the lasting mental effects.

so I think William wld be feeling rly lost. he just doesn’t know what to do. he doesn’t know if he can even go back to the life he led b4 (if he does, it’s not for a very long time) n he has a hard time looking Pamela in the eye bc he feels personally responsible fr her having been there too + bc of what he’d been made to do to so many ppl. he feels alone, much more than he ever has before, n that’s saying smth bc his personal life was already extremely solitary bc he felt it was safer for him + his career. no one could possibly understand what he went thru, bc nobody saw it. nobody saw the way he tried so hard to keep every1 alive, the way he tried to help the people he worked with + CARED FOR even if he had 2 put himself thru pain to do it (holding onto those pulleys until his shoulders were almost DISLOCATED fr Addy n Allen, burning himself w the steam so Debbie could get thru the maze, the entirety of the shotgun carousel). Tara + Brent didn’t see him sacrifice himself fr his coworkers, n neither did Pamela. nobody knows. William wants some1 to connect with, n that just doesn’t seem like a possibility given that what he went thru in there is knowledge that only he himself + Hoffman carry.

but Lawrence knows. he understands n he's the one 2 kinda make that offer, to just be like “u don’t have 2 trust me right now, or even ever, but I understand n if u want some1 2 talk to, I’m here.” bc what does he have to lose? Adam is gone. Alison n Diana are gone. he’s by himself. and so is William, though he has Pamela. they’re both men who went thru smth unspeakably terrible bc a dying man wanted 2 play god n they came out of it much worse off than they ever were b4 John “helped” them. n William is just like. how much worse could it get? after Jigsaw, what could possibly be worse than what he’s already gone thru? so he’s just kind of like, “okay, we can work this out, I can’t say I trust u right now but maybe I can in the future. we can do this together. we can help each other.” n that’s how they end up meeting for coffee or breakfast/lunch/dinner every so often (coffee meets are at least weekly), n it’s just kind of like. the reassurance that some1 has seen the very worst parts of u and are still around. the relief of knowing someone sees u and knows how hard yr fighting to rebuild a life that’s been shattered into a million tiny pieces. n they’re struggling against that current together, and maybe it starts in a place of “I have no one else so I might as well chill w u,” but eventually William and Lawrence kind of fall into this uneasy friendship. they’re there for each other. William calls Lawrence when he has a nightmare that keeps him up fr hours after, shaking n w his heart beating out of his chest bc he doesn’t want to remember. Lawrence spends th night at William’s place every now n then bc he can’t be alone w his thoughts n the phantom pain in his leg just won’t quiet. they meet for coffee. they have breakfast sometimes. Lawrence has clothes n a toothbrush at William’s and vice versa. they’re in this together.

n maybe that escalates into more (which I believe wld only happen after they get 2 a point where they’ve discussed, at length, John’s legacy n who exactly would be continuing it + if anyone WLD be, n after Hoffman is “disposed of” in a sense), but even if not, they both know they Have Someone who looks at them n doesn’t see them as a monster, not the horrible person John thought he needed to “fix.” they both carry scars, both physically n mentally, frm what they went thru. they’re both struggling to get their bearings + Lawrence is still coping w what he’ll need to do after John’s (and eventually, Jill’s) passing. it won’t be easy, but they’re not walking alone. they’re wading thru the mud together, hand in hand, and fr William n Lawrence, that is enough.

#yes I also hc William as trans!!! not rly mentioned directly but putting that here #thank u thank u!! LOVE getting 2 talk abt stuff like this #saw #william #lawrence #I had. way more thoughts on this than I thought I did oops #long post #asks

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clickbait-david · 5 years

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The Boy Is Mine - David Dobrik Imagine

summary: in which david throws a party and a lot of stuff happens.

word count: 2,100

warnings?: none today

a/n: i wrote this a couple weeks ago and i really don’t know how i feel abt it but i hope ya’ll enjoy

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The party David had thrown was now in full force, and people were dancing, drinking and doing anything to get into David's vlog.

You had been standing across the room from him, leaned up against the wall as you talked to Natalie and Corinna sending him a small smile when he looked over to only receive a wink back from your boyfriend.

It hadn't been until now that you had realised that the two of you hadn't spoken since people had begun filling up his house but it was pretty nice, having spoken to separate groups but you couldn't help but notice how good he looked as Joe had been talking to him.

He had been absently swiping his tongue across his chapped lips as he focused on what Joe had been saying and all you wanted to do was go over and press your needy lips to his. However, you held yourself and continued speaking to the girls nodding your head along to the song that was loudly playing in the house.

"Girls I want to get drunk," You said out of nowhere as they just laughed and you told them you'd speak to them later as you went off to find Heath and Zane, knowing full well if you wanted to go crazy they'd be the people to see.

"Zane, pour me one," You shouted as you found Zane in the kitchen pouring drinks, as he gave you a cheeky smile before nodding and passing a cup over to you as the two of you downed the drink, and he poured another.

- - -

It had now been an hour later, and you wouldn't say you were drunk but more so the tipsy kind where you stumble over yourself, and you were now craving to see your boyfriend whom you hadn't spoken to all night.

Assuming he would still be in the same spot he had been over an hour ago you had been surprised when he wasn't stood there anymore and neither was Natalie or Corinna so you couldn't ask them where he had gone to.

Although you spotted one of your friends Matt and hoped he would know where he would be. "Matt" You gushed as you walked over and gave him a big smile glad to have been able to find one of your friends.

"Hey Y/N what's up, it seems someone has had a bit to drink" He laughed as you just gasped and denied it, although you both knew you were very much lying.

"Matt have you seen David, wanna see his pretty face" You sighed a pout on your lips as you looked around and he was still nowhere to be seen.

"Oh Y/N I haven't, I did see him near the living room about an hour ago, but since then I have no clue," He said giving you a small smile.

"Oh Okay, I'm sure he's somewhere around here. Thanks though Matt" You said giving him a quick hug as appreciation before deciding that your best bet would be to walk around the house and hopefully find him.

You went to all the rooms of the house, to only not find him until you opened the door to his backyard now seeing Him and Suzy speaking, a spark of jealousy hitting you when you thought back to what you had seen on your twitter feed about someone saying they thought Suzy had a crush on Dave.

Although you knew Suzy was a sweet girl and you had nothing against her knowing she could crush on whomever she wanted but now being drunk and the two of them being out here alone, other then a few people minding their own business you had began to feel jealous. A feeling you didn't often think around David.

You had been standing there for about a minute completely lost in your thoughts before you dazed out and realised neither of them had noticed them yet, and you hadn't been looking for David this whole time not to bother even seeing him.

"David" You called out a huge smile on your face that you had now been able to speak to your boyfriend. "I haven't been able to find you" You spoke a pout on your lips as you reached where he was and wrapped your arms around his neck pressing a quick kiss to his lips before you took your arms off his neck and turned to look at Suzy with a smile.

"Hey Y/N" Suzy said a small smile on her face as you could see her fidgeting with her fingers now that you had arrived.

"Hey Suzy," You said your jealousy dying down a bit as you had gone to your common senses, but you had still felt that small tinge in your heart. "What were you and Dave speaking about," You asked although you knew you didn't have a right to know.

"Oh, nothing important to be honest," She said, looking at you awkwardly as if she didn't know what to do. "Just two friends having small talk" She smiled crossing her arms from the fresh air which you had begun getting cold by as well.

You just nodded as David let out a small chuckle looking down at your face, as he had known why you had been so invasive into his conversation. However, he hadn't understood why you had been worried about Suzy, from his prior knowledge the two of you were good friends.

"I better go back inside otherwise I'll freeze to death" Suzy spoke with a small laugh as you just laughed along with her, glad to finally have some alone time with David as she walked back inside.

"I've been looking for you" You once again had a pout on your lips as you now faced him and had your arms around his neck there is barely any space between you as you just admired his pretty face.

"Well I'm here now aren't I" He laughed swiping his tongue against his lower lip after the words left his mouth.

"Don't do that" You whined as you couldn't help yourself and pressed your lips against his as you felt him chuckle on your lips before kissing back.

"Do what?" He said after pulling away and crossing his arms with a cheeky smile on his lips. "Also someone seemed a tiny bit jealous" He spoke a smirk on his lips as you bit your lip not realising how obvious you had been.

"Hey, I was not jealous" You spoke playfully smacking his chest. "And so what if I was, I hadn't spoken to you all night, and when I finally found you, you were off speaking to another girl" You muttered as he just smiled at you.

"You have nothing to worry about Baby, Suzy is genuinely the most harmless person, and I know you're a bit tipsy right now, and Sober y/n would also know you're overreacting" He laughed a gasp leaving your lips as he told said you had been overreacting.

"Whatever, I never overreact" You spoke feeling a cold air pass by you, and you wondered why you were still outside now. "Can we please go inside, It's freezing out here, and I want another drink" You spoke and didn't let him respond as you grabbed his hand and pulled him inside and towards his kitchen pouring yourself a drink and downing it in one go.

"Be careful there, don't want you to be too wasted" David spoke playfully as you just stuck your tongue out and decided that one shot of vodka wouldn't hurt anyone as you also poured that out.

"Want one?" You asked already knowing the answer as he just shook his head laughing as he watched your face turn to one of disgust as you downed the shot. "Ew, I don't know why I always take vodka shot they're fucking disgusting" You laughed as you held onto David's arm as you had now both been walking away from the kitchen.

"David Zane's being crazy, some good clickbait" Heath spoke drunk as he pointed towards where Zane was pulling a crazy stunt as David got out his camera and began walking towards where Zane was as a large group of people started surrounding them as David was now lost to you in the crowd.

You couldn't help but feel sad that David had been gone from you again, and sure you knew it was his job to film the guys for content, but you hadn't seen him all night and wanted him to yourself.

So as you downed some more drinks, it wasn't long till you were properly drunk and now you didn't care who you would be interrupting you wanted to see David.

And yet it seemed like the millionth time tonight that you hadn't been able to find your boyfriend whom frequently had a large crowd around him.

"Natalie" You whined extending her name as you frowned and stomped your foot like a toddler who didn't get the toy they wanted. "The fuck is David, you saw him?" You sighed doing another once over of the place to see no sight of him. "I swear to god he always does this and disappears when I want to be by his side" You whined once again.

She let out a small laugh, having always enjoyed the drunk side of you come out because you became the most clingy and needy person ever. Not that it was terrible or anything, just adorable. "Sorry Bubs, I have not" She spoke as you just nodded and decided to vacate yourself next to her until you found him.

So as the minute turned to an hour you began to feel your eyes close, head resting against Natalie's shoulder as you heard her speaking to someone about how people were starting to leave but you had been too tired to open your eyes.

- - -

Minutes had gone past which felt like hours, but alas it had not been that long.

"Hey Baby" You heard the voice you had been wanting to hear as you snapped your eyes opened and now saw for yourself that the majority of people had begun leaving David's place. "Heard you've been looking for me" He laughed an appreciative smile sent to Natalie as he placed your arm around his waist and guided you to his bedroom saying he would be out soon to his close friends which still stood chatting in his living room.

"I love youuuuu" You gushed as you now sat on David's bed the door now closed as he was grabbing some spare clothes you had left at his place.

"I love you too" He laughed as he was now stood in front of you the clothes he had grabbed for you in one hand as the other hand was being pushed through his hair. "How we going to do this" He laughed as he put the clothes beside you.

"I'm too drunk to dress, help me please" You begged to lay back down on the bed as exhaustion had hit you before he grabbed you and helped you to sit up again.

"Okay stand up and turn around" He ordered and you did as he said, he then unzipped your dress as it fell to the floor him grabbing the shirt and bottoms helping you into them before then letting you get into his bed as he walked to the side of the bed you had been snuggled into.

"come to bed," You asked or more so begged as he had to shake his head as you grabbed onto his shirt and made him fall onto you. "Please" You spoke looking into his eyes as he just smiled at you.

"I promise I won't be long, the sooner I get back out there, and everyone leaves the quicker I can come back to you" He spoke as you just nodded and he got back up. "Goodnight Bubs, I love you" He whispered as he pressed a kiss to your cheek before walking towards the door and turning off the light as you fell into a deep slumber

It wasn't long until everyone left, people now tired and David could finally go and see his girl who was now very much passed out.

He managed to get changed and got into bed beside her with the light still off as he wrapped his arms around her and fell into a deep sleep himself.

Him being completed and utterly endeared by the girl sleeping next to him.

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Healing // Lee Jeno

spinoff to this

the prompt: could you imagine healer!jeno treating you after you tripped and scraped your knee bc he wasn’t looking where he was walking (he was too immersed in a medical textbook) and bumped into you etc etc

words: 1981

category: fluff

warning: heart attack mention, blood mention

author note: war flashbacks to when my anons all attacked me with fluffy thoughts abt healer jeno. this is for you guys.

- destinee

All his life, Jeno had been obsessed with the art of healing. The thought that a few rare plants mashed together and boiled could literally stop a person from dying was so amazing to him. When he was old enough to go to a trading school, he didn’t choose knight training like every other twelve-year-old. He chose healing.

He wanted to become someone others could look up to. Someone who could take care of others and make them feel happy and safe. So, as the only student who chose healing, he worked directly under the castle’s healer, Mr. Kim.

Mr. Kim was Jeno’s biggest inspiration. He had taken care of the king and queen, and had even delivered the crown prince. He had stopped a plague from starting by simply reversing it and having the entire kingdom drink a special blend of tea for weeks. He was amazing. Filled with knowledge of all kinds, he knew which plant you were talking about even if all you could do was give him the shape. All the information was formatted into his brain like a second instinct. Jeno wanted the knowledge of Mr. Kim.

To get this, Mr. Kim told Jeno that all he had to do was read. Read, study, and memorize until it felt like he was going to explode from all the information he was learning. Also, repetition was key. He was to be quizzed weekly on the things he had studied, all while retaining the practical information Mr. Kim had given him. For three years, Jeno had worked his hardest without giving up once. This is what he set out to do, and he was going to do it no matter how hard it got. People were depending on him.

Especially when Jeno turned sixteen, for Mr. Kim suffered a heart attack and died instantly. There was nothing to do, and no way to save him. Jeno, as the only healer left in the kingdom, was put in charge and given the title of the new castle healer.

He had no time to grieve, really. That was okay, since Jeno really didn’t want time to catch up with him and find him sobbing in a corner. Instead, he threw himself into studying even more. Any time he wasn’t helping someone, he was studying. One of his current obsessions was finding a common way to prevent sudden heart attacks. If there was a way he could make a tea blend to give to hardworking adults that would heal their hearts, he was going to find it. He was going to use every piece of information Mr. Kim had left with him. He was going to make his old mentor proud.

Jeno was lonely sometimes. His parents lived far away in the village, and he didn’t see them as often as he would’ve liked to. He had friends, a group of boys ranging in the highest rank of a prince to the lowest rank of a servant. There were seven of them, all loyal to each other as friends. Prince Jaemin was perhaps Jeno’s closest friend. The prince himself was lonely, as many people heard the rumors of him leaving a mysterious lover behind in the village.

Jeno and Jaemin leaned on each other a lot during their eighteenth year. Jaemin came to the Jeno’s clinic to escape the realities of royalty, and Jeno was able to study for a while as the prince labeled vials and stocked shelves.

Jeno never stopped studying. He never stopped finding new ways to invent news potions and pastes in an attempt to make his own medicine for heart attacks. So far, he had only succeeded in accidentally turning his tongue purple. How that happened, he had no idea. Still, he kept working towards his ultimate goal. This usually meant he could be found walking around the castle, his nose in a book filled with medical terminologies not even the king could understand.

You were a lady-in-waiting with a restless heart. Your mother wanted you to be the future queen, so you were never allowed outside of the castle. You were barely allowed in the courtyards, to be honest. With all of your lessons and fittings, you had no time to go off and do your own thing like the people you always read about.

Adventure novels were your favorites. Stories of men and women who refused to let anyone boss them around. Instead, they broke away from the norm and went off to fight battles much bigger than themselves. You wished to become one of those people. As soon as you were eighteen, you were going to move to the village without a word to your mother. You were going to live life without expectations and duties. Perhaps you would become a fishermen, or a shop owner. Perhaps you would go back to school and become a knight.

It was the weekend, and your mother had slept in. That was how you found yourself prancing around the court barefoot, your hair unbrushed and looking anything but ladylike. You greeted all of the officials and servants with happy greetings as you danced by, feeling the freedom that the wind offered you. You weren’t paying attention to anyone, which was perhaps the reason you were bumped into from behind. You were pushed to the floor, a stinging pain creeping up your legs as your knees hit the stone ground.

“Oh my goodness, I am so sorry. I was reading and I didn’t see you. Are you okay?”

You pushed yourself into a sitting position and looked at the person who had pushed you. Suddenly, it was as if the wind had been knocked from your lungs. He was handsome. Not quite in the way the prince was, with playful glances and bouncy steps. No, this was a softer type of beautiful, and you found yourself liking it so much more.

He offered you a hand, which you took, stumbling a bit. You then pulled up your skirts and looked at down to see blood running down your legs slowly. “Well that can’t be good…” you said casually.

The boy let out a laugh at your unbothered voice. He simply gestured for you to put your skirts down. “Follow me. I’ll get you cleaned up.”

You followed, not quite sure who this strange boy was. Nevertheless, when he smiled at you, you felt he could be trusted. “Who are you anyways?”

“Oh, I’m Jeno.” He offered his arm to you, since you were struggling to walk. “I’m the castle’s healer.”

“Really? I thought it was a man named Mr. Kim.”

“It was.” Jeno scratched the back of his neck nervously as the two of you walked towards his clinic. “He passed away a few years ago.”

“I’m sorry,” you said, patting his arm in consolation. “That must’ve been hard on you.”

“It was, but over the years it’s gotten better.” Jeno pulled you into his clinic, toward the small bed nestled behind a heavy curtain. It was the bed Jeno had slept in for years, but it also served as the only bed in the clinic. If there was a patient, Jeno slept on the floor. He helped you sit on the bed, since it hurt to use your legs. “I’m still so sorry about this.”

“It’s okay,” you smiled at him. “It was an accident.” You lifted your skirts above your knees, and Jeno looked away, his cheeks slightly pink.

“Then, I’ll go get some paste that’ll close it up in no time. How does that sound?” Jeno offered you a shy glance.

“Sounds great,” you said. “However, you should hurry. Once my mother finds out that I snuck out, she’ll kill me.”

“Are you a lady-in-waiting?” Jeno looked surprised. “I’ve never seen you around before.”

“I’m usually busy with lessons, and my mother doesn’t like it when I go around the courtyards. She says it’ll give me ideas.”

“What ideas?” Jeno asked as he searched through the many shelves lining his walls. He finally extracted a jar of light green paste. “Here it is!”

“You know, she wants me to marry the prince. I don’t want to marry him. The usual lady-in -waiting drama.”

“You shouldn’t have to marry someone you don’t want to. Besides, Jaemin doesn’t want a lady-in-waiting.”

“Tell my mom that,” you said.

He bent down in front of you and extracted some paste using a wooden tongue depressor. “By the way, this might hurt so I’m sorry if it stings. It’s the skin pulling itself together.”

You nodded and braced your hands on his shoulders as he spread the paste across your wounded knees. The pain hurt just as bad as the actual scrape, and you felt tears sting the corner of your eyes. “Why does it hurt so bad?” you hissed.

Jeno grimaced. “I need to work in the formula, don’t I? It works, though. Also, when is the last time your trimmed your nails? Because the depth they are reaching in my skin is amazing.”

You released your grip. “Sorry. Although, it’s your fault for making such a painful remedy.”

“You can hold my other hand,” Jeno offered, reaching his hand toward you.

You took it without complaint, squeezing it as he applied the paste to the other knee. He apologized again, feeling his hand lose circulation from how tightly you were squeezing it.

“It’s okay,” you squeaked. “I’m not good with pain in the first place so maybe your paste isn’t so bad.”

“Oh, your pain tolerance is low.” Jeno frowned, “I should make a pill for that. Maybe a little taffy that will give you a better pain tolerance.”

“Maybe you should,” you agreed as he brought out a roll bandages and began to wrap it around your knees.

“By tomorrow morning, there won’t even be a scar,” he said, proudly pinning the bandages in place.

“Thanks,” you said. “I should be able to hide it from my mom until then. So, I don’t need to return for a checkup?”

Jeno looked down, a soft smile on his lips. “No. But you’re always free to come back and see me if you want. You know, the prince comes here to get away from his responsibilities. I wouldn’t mind it if you did as well.”

Your blush matched his as you climbed off the table. “I might just have to take you up on that offer, Jeno. Now, what do I pay you?”

“Hmm?” Jeno was too absorbed in the excitement of you returning, that he almost hadn’t heard your question. “Oh! No need to pay me!”

You frowned. “Well, I shouldn’t get healing for free. How about this?”

“How about wha—” Jeno stopped mid-sentence as you leaned forward and planted a kiss on his left cheek. “—Oh, yeah, that type of payment is okay, I suppose.”

You giggled. “I thought it would be. I’ll try to come by tomorrow and you can tell me about all those weird terms in your book.”

“Oh, you don’t want to hear about those,” he said.

“I do,” you insisted. “Trust me. I want to learn more about you and what goes on in your head.”

“Really?”

“Why do you sound so surprised?”

Jeno shrugged, “No one really cares about my studies. They all ignore me and say I should’ve been a knight.”

“If you had become a knight, who would’ve taken care of me?” you asked innocently.

Jeno smiled. “You’re right.”

“Keep working hard, Jeno. I believe in you. I’ll bring lunch tomorrow so don’t eat too much beforehand, okay?” You began to leave, satisfied with his short nod.

“Wait!” he stopped you.

When you turned to face him, he smiled brightly, his eyes turning into crescents. “Is it like a date?”

You looked down bashfully, “Yeah. It’s a date.”

~the end~

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