Tomboo oneshots <33

Cigarette

Ranboo x OC.. The OC is described as what I think the Jelly bean man would look like irl
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Im smoking in some dingy alleyway. Nobody comes here. And whoever comes here, usually doesnt come back.

But, honestly? I dont really care enough to give a fuck that I might go missing.

Shit's rough. Charlie's always bitching about coming home too late, Matthew keeps rambling about how hes an officer and I have a curfew.

Yeah.. Its 1 AM.

My curfew's at 11 PM..

Yeah, no. Its better to ask for forgiveness than permission... Is that how it goes? Probably not.

I light the cigarette that I had to stash under my bed for.. What? A week now?

Something about it, 'Not being good for your health' even though Tiffany smokes all the time and nobody bats an eye.

Thats probably because im on her close friends list, but oh well.

The breeze of the wind pushes back the warmth of the smoke back into my face.

I breathe it in.

The warmth is comforting, its nice. Its been a while since I smoked.

"Dont you know that smoking is bad for you?"

I roll my eyes. Thats 6th time I heard that this month. Im already annoyed hearing it despite the fact its only the 21st.

I turn my head to where the voice came from.

He's tall with chocolate covered skin; he has these dark red locs that almost cover half his face; I can tell this guy probably just likes the color red due to his jacket also being dark red, paired with dark blue baggy jeans, and, you guessed it, red shoes; specifically red Nikes.

I let out a chuckle.

This alleyway reeks of cigarettes and not many people know about it- you can tell by the lack of vandilizations.

Which means if you knew about this spot; you probably either smoked or just did drugs.. Sometimes both.

"Wouldnt you know?" I say between puffs, only to stomp on the cigarette because it already reached the butt.

"Care for a hit?" He says with a small smile as he pulls out a box of Newports.

Personally, I pefer Altria, sometimes vapes if I feel like it.

"Nah. Im good." I shrugged.

"Suit yourself." He takes out a lighter as he puts the cigarette in his mouth.

He takes a long, slow hit of it before he finally pulls it away from his lips and blow out the smoke.

"Who are you?" I ask, "I usually know all the people who come here."

"Really? Like who?" He challenged.

"Well, Bill's a popular plug around here.. Theres also Moonzy, theyre chill. They usually supply energy drinks or matcha." I returned as I earn a smile from him.

"My name's Jelly."

I let out a snicker.

"Yeah, yeah.. Laugh all you want. I go by JB, though."

"Wheres the B from?"

"My last name's Bean." He sighed.

I let out a laugh- and not just a quick, "Haha! Youre so funny! Now get the fuck away from me."

No, I full on wheezed and laughed until my stomach hurt.

"Alright, alrig-" I let out another laugh before I finally suppress myself, "Tell me, how'd you find out about this area?"

"I moved here from New York. People found out I smoked and vaped and decided that they could tell me the 'hotspot'. Clearly, this is not a 'hotspot' because this alleyway is lame as fuck." JB explained, and I already know who told him about this alley.

It was probably Tiffany.

"Well," I said, "It doesnt have to be boring."

"Yeah? What do you mean?"

"Tell me about yourself. Why'd you move here if your from the 'Big Apple'." I say as I make hand gestures before taking a drag of my cigarette.

"My dad's a scumbag and cheated on my mother with my aunt.. I really didnt see the appeal about her, honestly." He shrugged, "My mom only moved to New York because it was my dad's dream.. So she decided to follow her own dream. So here we are, in LA, as my mom works extra nightshifts as a part-time baker and a part-time barista."

"Sounds sick. What does she sell?" For some reason, I actually find myself interested, which is surprising, knowing Im.. Well.. Me.

"She sells cinnamon rolls, cakes, croissants, and her specialty are 'Princess and the Frog' bignets."

For some reason, I actually like listening to his voice.

And for some reason, Im not immediately just scoffing or rolling my eyes.

"What about you? Tell me about your family."

Fuck. I hate it when people tell me that. Its only ok when I say it.

Ok.. Uh.. How do I tell this guy about my life without sounding like im just trauma dumping?

"So, my parents are dead." I accidentally slip out.

Im fucked.

I might aswell be dead with them, because what the hell.

JB freezes for a second, his eyes wide and his mouth slightly agape before he says something, "You know what..? Continue."

Oh.. So he isnt weirded out by me yet..?

"They used to be pilots so we were loaded. I have a trust fund I get to access when Im 25 and I live in a gated community. I have 2 brothers, both of which take care of us-"

"Us?" He catches, "Who's 'us'?"

"Me and my sister. Sometimes my cousin, Moonzy, randomly just comes over and gives us stuff before leaving. My brother, Charlie, is always saying something about coming home late- we get in more fights than I'd like."

Thinking about my family ruins the mood. I now dont wanna smoke anymore.

Damn. I walked the whole 30 minutes here only for 3 cigarettes..

He proceeds to take out a cigarette.

"I dont have my phone on me right now, but.." JB's voice trails off as he hands me a cigarette with his number on it, "Do you want it?"

I knew that it was wrong, but I took it and stashed it in my pocket.

"Ill call you." I finally said.

And with that, I walked away.

Who knows.. Maybe for once, Ill actually keep my word.

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Its been so long since I wrote.

And I also dont have autocorrect on.