Transformers || Oneshots

Wallflower~ Megatron x Female reader (Hanahaki)

Requested by my fwen Multifandoms27

Notes:
• Specially requested for a lil sprinkle of angst, and like girl I tried XD I developed this full plot as I continued to write this request, and in the end nothing really screamed "angsty" to me. It would've been forced, ya know? I hope you like it nevertheless, I still tried to add a little touch of a angsty scene for you, but reeee im sorryyyy
• Strong language and drug use
• Also, creep alert! But he doesn't last long 😉
• F/N = Friend's name
• This is a Hanahaki request!

For anyone who doesn't know what "Hanahaki" means:

Hanahaki is a fictional disease in which a character of choice falls ill due to the dreaded feeling of one-sided love. Hanahaki disease makes the character appear fine, but on the inside they're dying. They cough up flower petals, usually their lover's favorite type of flower. If their lover doesn't feel the same way, or doesn't confess/fix the relationship, then the character will sadly start to perish away, leaving hanahaki in control. If they do confess/fix the relationship, the burning will start to fade and the petals will be no more. They won't perish, they'll blossom.

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Wallflower
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The music was cracked up to it's max volume, The stoned DJ making sure to add just the right amount of base to burst everyone's eardrums. I stationed myself to lean on the wall as I watched the bright and quite annoying lights splash the living room full of color, making a mess out on the "dance floor."

I clutched my red solo cup to my chest, not daring to even take a sip of the dastardly concoction of who-knows-what. Instead I watched the drunk frat boys fumble all over the furniture, and the girls with the slutty outfits check their makeup in any surrounding reflective surface every three minutes. I don't belong here.

Every ten minutes or so the sound of another porcelain statue or ceramic dish echoed throughout the huge mansion of a house, followed by the wave of cheers for breaking that said item.

"Hey wallflower, what brings you here? This ain't your type of place to chill out on a Friday night." Brooke, a mutual friend, said as she turned to me, her own red solo cup filled to the brim.

"Friend dragged me along." I muttered, not really wanting to expose much as my interest just wasn't here. She intoxicatingly laughed as she choked on her own smoke cloud from the Mary Jane roll she kept tucked between two fingers, of course her alcoholic drink in the other.

She hummed as she found interest somewhere else, pushing herself farther from the crowd.

Her trail of smoke was pushed into my face as I waved it away, my pocket vibrating voluntarily after. I found my phone and pulled it out, seeing my friend finally decided to text after she lost me in the crowd.

"Hey, where'd you disappear to?" F/N typed, my thumbs filling in my current thoughts for me.

"Out in the living room. Hey, this isn't really my thing. I think I'm going to get going soon, if you don't mind." I pocketed my phone as I swished the cup around, pouring it into the nearest planter. The probably spiked drink sizzled and seeped into the soil with no hesitation.

"Alright lovebirds, this one goes out to you! Let's shake things up a little, no?" The hired DJ spoke into the static-filled mic, before lowering the pitch of the blaring edge music into something softer, the couples in the room dragging each other to dance as the loners gagged and laughed at the mushy action.

I rolled my eyes as I looked to all the couples whom I knew weren't going to last. The girls complained to their lovers that they apparently needed to know that they had the worst dance partner in the world. The majority of the guys tried to scramble away and watch the beer pong tournament that started in the kitchen by the commotion instead, but their significant others weren't having none of that anyways.