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[threegirlsandablog]

The first to fall was her hair, reaching down to her hips. “I just love your long, silky hair.”

Next were her clothes, sleeveless and short. “It suits you much better than those baggy t-shirts.”

Then her glasses, tucked away and replaced with contacts. “Now I can finally see your face.”

Her identity, gone. Changed. “I just want you to be beautiful.”

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“Why do you have so many pairs of glasses?”

“I don’t want to limit my vision.”

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Redemption

Redemption I was awakened by the sound of dense plastic on metal bars. “Rise and shine, maggots!” The officer grinned, showcasing the sizable gap between his front teeth as he sing-songed his usual morning greetings. He smacked his baton against the bars once more, and the sound rattled through my bones, popping my eardrums and chattering my teeth. “Up and at ’em, boys!” When greeted back with tired groaning, an edge crept into his lighthearted voice: a warning blade that sliced the hair just above our napes. “C’mon, c’mon, get up, get up!” The cell was a familiar sight, alive yet not alive with the dim glow of overhanging bulbs that just barely clung to the cracked ceiling and my bunkmate sending me the same glare that caused the scars on his cheeks to curve into smiling crescents. “Alright, everyone into the mess hall. No grub if you’re late!” The correctional officer barked, giving the steel bars a few more hits as rows of orange-clothed men filed out. As the cell emptied, I was stopped at the doors. The officer grinned, words whistling through the gaps of his teeth.“I’d like to have a word with you, Dobson.” The officer fell into line at my back, the sergeant who had been standing at the entrance leading the way as we branched off the main hallway. My eyes remained trained on the sergeant’s back, watching the creases of his uniform rippling through the fabric, my lips sealed shut. I had learned to stay quiet at moments like these. We reached the warden’s office and I was left to stand alone before the tall steel desk. “Am I in trouble?” The words tumbled from my lips without consent, leaving in an anxious, shaking whisper. Did he know about what I did last week in the mess hall? Or what I did last Tuesday in the courtyard? Maybe he knows about what I did to my sleeping cellmate last night? The warden gave off a hearty chuckle, briskly interrupting the trainwreck of thought backing up in my brain. Folding his hands beneath his chin, the man offered a peaceful tilt of his lips. “No, no, of course not. Quite the opposite, actually.” A pause. He brushed a bit of lint from the shoulder of his uniform. “You’ve actually been selected as the beta tester of a new technology a very influential private company has been funding.” He pushed off the desk, leaning back in his chair and looking at me down his nose. “You will be provided any necessities: food, water, shelter, clothing, etcetera.” “What will I be doing?” A gulp caught in my throat. A woman standing in the corner of the room suddenly stepped forward, and with her stark white lab coat, I was surprised that I hadn’t noticed her sooner. “You will be testing the use of a new device. The effects are unknown, so you will be closely examined for a few days after.” A burst of confidence spilled from my lips. “So what, I’m the new guinea pig of some rich kid’s dangerous new toy?” The warden pursed his lips at the accusation, eyebrows twitching as he groped for a suitable response. “Think of yourself as a pioneer, paving the path for scientists all over the world. And if you choose to accept their offer, you will even be payed a hefty compensation for your time.” Another flash of courage sent my heart pumping in fast, sporadic bursts. “And if I refuse?” His reply was immediate. “I believe you would do well to accept, seeing as how we know of the many misdemeanors that have piled up during your time here. You will be taken out of our hands; if not now with this project, then later with the authorities. Wouldn’t you rather choose?” My resolve teetered above a great canyon that reverberated echoes of its crumbling parts. “Fine,” I managed to hiss through clenched teeth, still clinging with failing strength. A simpering grin. “Then I believe we can turn a blind eye to your former transgressions. Now, if you would follow Ms. Hager to the testing center…” . . . “I’m testing out a time machine?” Gawking at the petite woman, fantasies of retro cars and hoverboards filled my mind. “It is a machine that can predict the outcome of millions of scenarios as well as connect it to similarities of the past. With this combination, our goal is to be able to provide the user endless information to lead them to the most beneficial decision. Well, that was our goal.” Smoothing out the top of her tight ponytail, Ms. Hager frowned. “A few years ago, the founders of our project went through financial hardships and had to sell their ownership. A private investor now controls our laboratory: a family of rich snobs funding us as a form of entertainment. We’ve had to completely uproot our former progress, turning what was once an intelligent network of supercomputers into this.” Heeled shoes clicking to a stop, Ms. Hager pulled an item from a display case and looked down at it with obvious disdain. “They believed it would be more enjoyable to live through scenarios and experiences rather than read about them, and so we created this to meet their shallow desires.” “It’s a watch.” I observed with skeptical eyes as she laid the cool metal over my wrist and buckled it from behind. Its touch-screen face was enormous: at least the size of my fist, maybe larger. A wry chuckle was her response. “It’s more than just a watch. This device is equipped with a downgraded extent of the original’s processing capabilities, and can also create a rift that will allow the user to travel back in time.” “I’m not buying it. Does this even have enough power for that sort of thing?” Frowning, I swiveled my wrist around, testing the weight of the metal and looking for bulky areas. “It’s so… tiny.” Mischief lit in her eyes. “I’m so glad you asked!” She scurried out of the room and into the viewing office. I watched through the bulletproof glass as she weaved between rows of cluttered desks and stuffed drawers, digging through a supply closet until she returned, wheeling in a stack of what looked like car batteries. She unraveled a thick bundle of cables, plugging in wire after wire until the watch was caught in a web spun with bright orange cords. “When you first open the rift, we’ll be supplying you power through the building’s generator. This is all for your return.” “Won’t this look a bit conspicuous?” I asked, nudging the heavy duty package cart for emphasis. “Less conspicuous than a time machine car going eighty-eight miles per hour, if that’s what you’re thinking. Besides, it’s designed to look like a stack of boxes so that if anyone asks, you can just say that you’re making deliveries.” A smile pulling at her thin lips, she did a once-over then a twice and thrice-over before stepping back. “Alright, you’ll have two hours of free time to roam around and enjoy yourself before you come back. Just try to avoid interaction with anyone, as it could disrupt our current timeline.” She looked up from her frantic note-taking. “Now, is there a specific day you’d like to travel to? You’re allowed to choose.” My answer was instantaneous. “March eighteenth, 2022.” Turning to the row of computers at her left, Ms. Hager punched in a line of code then took a dozen steps back. “Alright. Now to warn you, there are several possible side effects to time travel. They include nausea, headaches, stomach aches, muscle cramps, muscle fatigue, muscle spasms, blurry vision, hearing loss, internal bleeding--” “What?! Wait--” “--brain hemorrhage, broken bones, ruptured arteries and/or veins, affected brain waves, damaged nerve cells, hallucinations, slurred speech, and possible death.” Before I could protest, the watch on my left wrist emitted a shrill sound, the row of computers and their coolers powering on. “Good luck and don’t die!” Ms. Hager yelled, barely heard above the whirring desktop monitors and harsh electronic beeping and the deafening roar of blood rushing in my ears. The white walls around me were suddenly not so white anymore as they fell, enveloping and folding me into their collective darkness. . . . “Get out of the way!” My open eyes were met with an onslaught of light. Furiously blinking away the spots in my vision, I found myself standing in the middle of a busy road. The cars had luckily stopped for me, although not without complaint. Quickly wheeling my cart over the curb, I shouted an apology to the line of people in their self-driving cars. An elderly man on my right raised two wobbling fists, cursing me out as his car drove away. A wave of nostalgia clogged my senses as I walked through the busy city that I grew up in. “This is really the day,” I murmured, mouth hanging open as I gazed around. Everything was the same as it was before. A boy in a t-shirt a size too big for him ran past, soles flapping as his worn-out rubber shoes smacked against the sidewalk. Laughter bubbled from his lips, as if he were so full of happiness that it couldn’t help but overflow and dribble down his chin. “Hey, wait!” Subconsciously, my hand reached out to hold his shoulder, stopping him an arm’s length away. Turning to look at me with hypnotizing blue eyes, I found myself speaking. “I need to talk to you.” The thirteen-year-old shrugged off my hand, taking a wary step back. A caution edged into his innocent tone. “My mom told me not to talk to strangers.” “But I’m not a stranger. I’m you from ten years in the future.” My mouth ran on its own. “This watch brought me back in time, and I chose this day because I really need to warn you about something. Just give me a chance. Please.” Another scrutinizing look-over, and he crossed his arms in a surge of sudden confidence. “Prove it.” I thought for a moment. “Your full name is Douglas Harvey Dobson.” He rolled his eyes. “Anyone could know that.” Amusement lifted the corners of my lips. “Alright. Everyone has called you Dougie since your seventh birthday when you danced to ‘Teach Me How to Dougie’ in front of your entire family. You’ve spent the last six years trying to destroy the hidden flash drives your mom keeps of the video.” There was a silence, torn and punctured by the shrapnel of a dropped bomb. A tentative note lingered in the rubble. “Do I ever find all of them?” “No.” Shared laughter burst through the air, rising then falling in volume until he and I were clutching our sides, breathless and giggling. “So you’re really me?” Dozens of questions passed behind his eyes, falling from his lips in a seemingly endless stream. “Do I become an astronaut? Or a racecar driver? Or a vet? Do I get married? Do I have kids? A house? A dog?” “Slow down.” Chuckling, I ruffled his hair despite remembering how the gesture would irritate me at his age. “I’ll only answer one question.” He pondered for a moment. “Is future-me a good person?” His blue eyes seemed to reflect the sky as they looked up at me with a weathered innocence, at the age where he wasn’t oblivious, but too much of the world was still unknown to him, and the sky wasn’t a bright blue, but an overcast sky with promise of sunshine. The smile dropped from my face. I avoided his curious gaze. “That’s what I wanted to talk to you about.” He frowned. “So you’re a bad person? I’m a bad person?” “No!” The urge to comfort him slithered into my chest like a snake, wrapping itself around my lungs until I couldn’t breathe in fear that those overcast skies might rain. “You--we just made some bad decisions. But that’s okay. I’m here now, so maybe our future can change.” “What kind of bad decisions?” The sun returned to the overcast skies, peeking out from behind the clouds with bright curiosity. “Today is the day we go to juvy. After that, we go to jail.” I ran a hand through my hair, a deep sigh rolling from my tongue. “We do some bad things. We followed the wrong path.” My younger self took a step forward in shaking bravery. It was his turn to comfort me as his small hands awkwardly patted my arm, a hopeful grin chasing the thunderclouds from my irises. “That’s okay. You can just tell me what I did to get in juvy, and I won’t do it. Then we can take the right path!” “Dougie…” A small smile lifted my lips before sobering, a serious expression falling over my features as I leaned down, hands on his shoulders, his gaze held in mine. “Don’t take the tag off your mattress.”

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I woke to sobbing.

Beside me was my mother, trembling and sobbing in her sleep. Reaching over the bed, my father shook her by the shoulders, saying her name, murmuring, “wake up, you’re dreaming.” 

It angered me, hearing him repeat those words. “She’s awake,” I wanted to yell, taking him by his own shoulders and shaking him until he was trembling just as bad as she. 

It angered me because he was the cause for her tears. But my lips remained sealed, and then my eyes, and my ears, until I was no longer beside my crying mother, and all that remained was the quiet darkness.

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Jihyun Kim Imagines

Some imagines because he deserves it and because I never see any

That was a bad pun… Bet you didn’t see it coming, huh?

I APOLOGIZE FOR BEING A HORRIBLE HUMAN BEING AHAHHA

meeting him by pulling him out of the way of a car

he couldn’t see the crossing lights lolol

him treating you to coffee and a visit to the art museum as a thank you for saving his life

him appearing at the same street crossing everyday so you would have to see him on your daily commute and he seems to casually work his way into your daily routine

you being extremely worried about his well-being, especially considering his eyesight

you freaking baby-proofed the apartment

he still walks into the wall

you kiss his bruises to make him feel better

maybe he walks into walls on purpose

maybe you’re onto him and you start putting up bubble wrap wallpaper

you’re stuck in the friend zone for the longest time because he still isn’t over Rika

you helping him when he gets overwhelmed with the lingering guilt and grief of his past

coming home to your shared apartment room to find V crying behind the kitchen counter, making him coffee and coaxing him to the couch so you can cuddle until he falls asleep

not prying about his secrets but heavily dropping hints about always being available to lend an ear

him being either completely oblivious or faking it because he finds it amusing

him calling you his sun, you being uncomfortable with Rika’s old nickname

“The sun is too far away, too easy to burn you. I’ll be your shadow so that I can always be by your side.”

him laughing at your cheesiness but accepting it anyways

him constantly forcing you into embarrassing photo-shoots

“Last one, I promise.” “That’s what you said last time!” “I know, I’m sorry, but the lighting is just so perfect here, you look absolutely gorgeous!”

he actually just wants to take as many pics of you as possible before he goes blind

him using his sunglasses and faulty vision as an excuse to openly stare at you without you suspecting him

him getting the surgery because he can’t stand the thought of not seeing your face first thing in the morning

him sneaking pics of you making faces throughout the day

he keeps an entire folder of zoomed-in images of your most awkward facial expressions

you getting revenge by taking advantage of his poor eyesight and trying to take awkward pics of him

you failing because he looks too handsome in all of them

you hating how hurt V gets by his own selflessness

you being a huge jerk to Yoosung to make V seem so much better in comparison

him holding you afterwards as you tell him how guilty you feel, him trying to get you to stop but you being stubborn and wanting to help him even if it was insignificant

*cough* Yoosung had issues with you for a long time afterwards, even after you broke down into tears when you first met in person *cough*

you helping him find literally everything

“(Name), dear, have you seen my camera?” “It’s on the table.” “Where did I put my sunglasses…” “They’re on your head, dear.”

you usually wake up to see him staring at you, holding you tightly as if he thinks he’s still dreaming

you like to do small things for him, like putting a post-it note compliments on the mirror and throughout the house

he constantly says he doesn’t deserve you

you constantly remind him he does

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“What’s your name?” She asked.

“Petrichor,” he responded. Her nose wrinkled.

“What kind of name is that?” her eyes inquisitive.

“It’s the perfume of the earth and nature after a thunderstorm,” the rehearsed words ran through his voice.

“Ewww. That smells gross, like rotting leaves. But the puddles are fun,” her candor lit his face. He smiled purely, his mature demeanor taking leave for a second. Finally someone acknowledged the smell of the rotting leaves.

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They disgusted you. 

Always looking over their shoulder, looking into your eyes, looking for a smile to cross your lips. Looking for recognition. For approval.

They never found it. 

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“Is that your engagement ring?”

“Beautiful, isn’t it? Two karats, and looks especially lovely in the light.”

“It’s gorgeous, must have cost a fortune. What kind of diamond is that?”

“Plastic. Got it for fifty cents at a toy capsule vending machine.”

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“Wet garbage is quite possibly the most repulsive thing I’ve ever touched.”

“What about--”

“My sister doesn’t count.”

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Caught in my sunset

As the sun sets I am left alone in the dark, And I can see the trail behind me, wavy row of lights illuminate forward,

Yet I lack to see the ride carrying me away from my sunset,

Tears fell from behind my sunset, But as I watch, the sun colors them, something brilliant

All I know is now they fall, From a place I never knew was even there,

All I fear is that they’ll see them fall.

Yet somehow, someway, My lighted delusion lives,

A madness making me believe that the lights above are true, At the end of the forever lights,

Somewhere the tears will fail to fall.

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Her train of thought is lost. Flying off its rails, it sails high above our heads, lost in the December clouds. It finds its way back and returns with the winter zephyrs.

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High school AUs

I found you mixing dangerous-looking chemicals in the lab after-hours, trying to get a spider to bite you, should I call 911 or the CDC? AU

help me I’m trapped in the mascot suit AU

I don’t care about the cape, if you jump off the roof you’re not going to fly AU

we’re skipping first period eating skittles under the bleachers AU

this bake sale is for a super good cause but we haven’t sold anything yet, I will make you buy a cupcake if I have to shove it down your throat AU

are you really trying to find the library using a map? it’s down the hall to your right AU

you caught me dressing up the biology skeleton I swear I’m not crazy AU

no I won’t make a blood oath, I promise I’ll give back the pencil AU

we got separated from our class during the field trip and now we’re a pair of almost-adults trekking through the forest behind the parking lot pretending to be explorers. you really need to work on your Australian accent, I don’t think it’s ridiculous enough AU

oh hello, I’m the annoying jerk throwing popcorn in your hair while we’re watching the football game, but now that you’ve turned around you’re actually kinda cute AU

I challenge you to a bleacher-sledding race AU

you tried starting a food fight in the cafeteria but I’m the only one who joined in AU

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"I don't think that will fit in a tuba."

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S/he was no longer whole; pried open, hungry eyes feasted upon the sights of her/his innards, entertained by the pain that came with the exposure of her/his inner self. 

S/he was just another trophy to show off. Just another freak show.