#I'd also think it'd be REALLY FUN if everyone came up front to finish their sketch too for each day

[euclydya]

liek of we do the drawtober challenge we r goig 2 cheat. sooooooo lots

[peakyblindersxx]

whiskey business - john shelby x reader (part 8 of ?)

gif by @thesoldiersminute can i send you a cake or something cause fuCk!!!!!!!!!!! he's beautiful

a/n: to everyone still reading this fic, my sweet angels, ily!! this fic is so near and dear to my heart and @stxdyblr-2k has just done such an amazing job with it i can't even thank her enough. as per the last part, this one is also mostly her, just me editing but i hope you guys love it as much as i did!!! don't worry, there's gonna be a lot more :) and i apologize for being not as active, i'm gonna try to get a couple of requests up that i'm really excited about this week tysm for being patient with me <3

love, abi xxx

read part one two three four five six seven | my masterlist

prompt: ada has some talking to do, and you're not about to deny her.

warnings: fluff, semi-angst, tommy being the cocky mf he is (let's be real, it's only acceptable cause he's so damn fine), john being cute and in love and jesus i am head over heels

tagging: @datewithgianni, @mayaslifeinabox, @deepdonutkid, @springsoulofengland, @lilymurphy03, @operation-spot

You had planned to go to Ada's after work, but she obviously had other ideas. She didn't even bother walking in and asking to speak to you; instead, choosing to bang on the window closest to your desk and yelling at you to "fucking hurry up!" Your boss opened the door for you expectantly, not offering you any protection; he was firmly in the Shelby's ever growing pocket and as long as he could go home to his children, his sickly wife and their six bed in the country, with a full time nurse and nanny, he had no interest in crossing Thomas.

"Ada, I was coming to see you after work, I swear."

"I know. I was going to let you but..." She trailed off. "We need to talk. I don't know what the fuck is going on with you. John said he'd seen you last night and you asked after me."

John had indeed seen you last night. It was strange waking up with him, used to leaving almost immediately after he was finished with you. Your small bed could barely comfortably fit you both, having to intertwine your limbs with John's to not fall off the edge. You had awoken to John pressing a kiss to your forehead before lazily trailing his fingers between your legs, waiting for you to open your eyes before settling between your thighs, tongue swirling around your clit, making you cum before sunrise.

"Do we have to do this in the street?" You practically begged, the shouting having attracted onlookers.

"I wanted to talk to you before anyone else in the family gets to you because I need you to be honest."

"Ada-"

"No, I'm doing you a favour here, so you fucking listen. Right now, between you and I, no bullshit. No tactics. No white lies. You have to tell me exactly what we're dealing with." She looked frantic, scared for some reason.

You nodded, walking her down the side street, careful not to link arms with her. You knew she was doing you a favour; this wasn't about forgiveness or friendship, much more was at stake here.

"To what extent was Thomas involved?"

That took you off guard. Ada read the confusion on your face and sighed impatiently, her subtle plea for you to keep up.

Shit. You remembered your conversation with John, how she thought this was her brother's way of pushing her out of the company.

"Don't spare my feelings. What did my brother say to you?"

"He said it was in our mutual interest that you didn't find out. He didn't care who John slept with but cared who you trusted so I had to trust him. He said there was no point in upsetting you over one of John's conquests who he'd tire of in a month."

"That all?"

"Pretty much, I didn't know Arthur knew. He never talked to me about it, did laugh at Thomas' digs now that I think on it-"

"Did you know Isaiah and Michael knew?"

"I thought they were aware but no one ever talked to me about it."

"Of course they wouldn't." She hissed, frustration causing a nerve on her neck to jump.

Ada and you had spoken for years about the rampant misogyny of her brothers and any men you two came into contact with. Although you were both far more reserved than you used to be as rebellious and adventurous thirteen year olds, you'd both grew increasingly angry at how you were treated. She'd long written off her brothers as womanisers, who saw women as purely sexual and entertaining, objectifying them. You both long despised how they dehumanised women. She was amazed that Thomas had attempted to settle down and managed a somewhat loving marriage, but resented him for his carelessness and need for power which inevitably killed his wife.

"Ada, I just want to say..." You licked your lip nervously, unsure of how to continue.

"You need to talk, Y/N. No bollocks."

"Before last night, he'd never been to mine or called. I always went to him."

The muscle in her jaw tensed.

"You slept with him last night then?" You met her question with silence and she rolled her eyes. "The second he said he saw you I knew you had, he wanted to tell me that he was going to continue seeing you and that he hoped I'd be able to accept it one day."

"We never intended to hurt you. It was meant to be fun at first, but now..." You cut yourself off with a sigh, unable to admit you'd fallen for her brother.

"Isn't fun for me. It's fucking embarrassing." She paused, lighting a cigarette, nervous to offer you one, conflicted within herself. She raised her eyebrow, prompting you to continue, the mannerism so similar to her brother’s.

"It should never have happened. I am never going to be able to fix this, I'm so fucking ashamed for doing this to you, Ada."

She sulked, silently drinking in your words.

"Obviously it's not going to be the same, yeah? I'm really fucking upset. I'm so fucked off with you but Poll's really worried about a coup. She thinks you're being used as blackmail against John to keep him on side with Tommy while he expands."

"Makes sense."

"You're part of a much bigger game, you know?"

You nodded. "Yeah, and I knew I would lose from the start. Fucking tragic, Ada."

"My brothers keep pushing, keep growing the business. They keep chasing this prize but I don't think it even exists."

"If it does, it isn't worth it if this shit is the cost. I didn't mean to play into his hands."

"You couldn't have known." She said with a shrug, " 'Siah thinks John loves you."

"He told me last night." Several times, this morning also. You would never tire of hearing him moan those words into your neck or being yelled from your front door as he left for the office.

"You love him, don't you?" She said bluntly, a statement more than a question, your face suddenly hot with embarrassment.

Everything you'd suppressed for months, everything that you'd hidden, every time you lied smiling, every knowing glance from a stranger, every degrading comment from under Thomas' breath.

"I do, an awful lot."

She pauses, relighting her cigarette, "The worst thing about the entire situation is it could've been fine if someone told me. I wouldn't have loved it, obviously, but-" Ada sighed, rubbing her temple with her free fingers.

"I thought you'd hate me."

"How could I? I'd be more angry that you'd drop your standards for my brother. Seriously? Him? Mate…."

"Come off it, I've always thought he was charming. He's funny, smart-"

"Don't gush over my brother, it's grim. I'm just so fucked off you all lied to me." She peered at you through her cigarette smoke. "If you love him and he loves you..." she pressed her lips together as she tensed her jaw, "I could get over it. If it'd make you both happy. But that's going to take a long time. A long time."

"Ada-"

"Look I have meetings and shit to sort, I have to run." She interjected, checking her wristwatch, adjusting the cap which sat atop her trendy short haircut. You caught her arm before she could turn away.

"Thank you. For understanding."

She shrugged you off, "I don't get it, I'd never do that to you. But you also don't get to choose who you're attracted to. I'm really hurt, but I do love you and John a lot. He mentioned that after last night you helped him, got him cleaned up. I have to believe that you both do love each other. So I have to believe that this is a good idea for you both and not stand in your way."

"I love you, Ada. Can we hang out soon, just us two?"

She shook her head. "I need some time, I'll be in touch, yeah?"

You nod, stretching out your pinky finger. She sighed and linked it with hers, as you'd done since you were children, a silent signal to each other after a fight that you still had the other's back.

"Right, I've got to get back to this meeting, Tom is getting done by Polly for nearly getting John killed. I need to be there in case one of the lads needs patching up."

"Your aunt has a nasty left hook, I'll give her that."

"She'll be pleased you think so, she wanted Tommy to slice you to bits for crossing me."

"Fuck’s sake, thanks for the warning, I'll keep my head down. Good luck with the meeting."

Ada nodded and you watched her walk away, a Blinder suddenly appearing by her side seemingly from nowhere. This city was crawling with them. They clambered into Ada's car as you watched the car disappear into the distance before walking back to work. Thankfully, with your head still attached to your shoulders.

*******

Ada arrived at Thomas' estate, following the swell of shouting voices to his exquisite library. It was eye roll worthy and typical Tommy to choose the location of his post-fuckup debrief to be where he had the best view of the gardens, river and rolling hills. She could bet he'd sit in a corner and stare at the view, zoning out their aunt's lecture.

An armed blinder she vaguely recognised opened the door. Thomas was making a statement today with the armed guards, she noted. Her brothers really were fucked up. Arthur was an alcoholic killer who couldn't understand that Thomas would betray them all eventually, Finn was letting the tokyo and the razor chasers that circled him distract him from keeping the family together, John was apparently in love with her best friend, and finally, Thomas nearly got Arthur and John murdered last night with his foolishness. At this point only herself and Polly were holding everyone together, keeping everything silently moving along.

The door opened, and she was the last to arrive, Polly glaring as she murmured an apology, standing next to Finn. His eyes were bloodshot, grey-purple smudges under his eyes, he'd obviously had a heavy night. The last thing the poor lad needed was Polly's shrill yelling and the blinding sun streaming through the large immaculately crafted windows, which he'd tried to block with the brim of his cap. John caught her eye, acknowledging his sister with a nod, which she returned with a small tight smile.

Ada couldn't bear to think about the reasoning behind her brother's smug interjections in between Polly's rant to Thomas who was listening wordlessly, smoking.

Y/N and John? It didn't make sense. They had a similar sense of humour, sure, but she was far too intelligent for him. He also had a swarm of children, while Y/N preferred a wild night out only staggering home at daybreak.

It made far more sense for Y/N to end up with Michael, or if it had to be a brother, Finn. They were younger, so had less responsibilities and commitments so they could keep up with her. But John? Of course she knew he was believed to be the Casanova of her brothers, he was kind, he was an excellent father, yet he could never keep anyone around long, usually John was chasing someone new after a month or so. That's why the revelation that John had been involved with her best friend for almost half a year had taken her completely by surprise. Maybe that was why she was open to them being together. That had to be it. This relationship was completely out of character for John; she needed to believe that he was serious about his feelings towards Y/N and wasn't going to fuck her over. Because if he did, John would be a dead man.

"I don't know why you're all bleating at me. Yeah, I overlooked some details in the planning of last night's meeting-"

"Such as warning us that they were really fucked off because you'd helped bomb their warehouse." John pointed out.

"What do you want me to do? Apologise? Grow up, John." Tommy snapped back.

"They had loaded guns against their heads, they deserve an apology." Ada interjected, John giving her an appreciative flash of smile. She did love her big brother. Despite the fact that she'd pretty much only been yelling at him for the past month, John never dismissed her feelings and only apologised. It was confusing to admit to herself, but when Isaiah told her that he was confident John loved Y/N, she felt a wave of relief. At least he cared about her; it was the bare minimum but the Shelbys were notorious for not even meeting the bare minimum for acceptable social interactions.

"They didn't fuckin’ get shot." Thomas stated, his voice matter of fact and condescending.

"Do you ever hear yourself speak?" Polly spit back at him. "They didn't get shot this time. But it was too fucking close."

"It won't happen again, Polly." Tommy sighed. "What else can I say? Sorry lads, take the weekend off?"

"It's a good start." Arthur countered, "You're also paying for the extension on my house and my wedding."

"Fuck’s sake Arthur I was joking. But fine. Sure."

"You can't buy your family off." Polly scoffed at him.

"Think of it as compensation, a settlement." Thomas coolly corrected his aunt. "What do you want, John? A fucking farm?"

John hesitates while Finn whispered suggestions to him, Ada meeting his stare, John raising a brow to her in question. She sighed and nodded her approval.

"You can pay off my mortgage Tom, give me the kids' birthdays off-"

"So you'd never come into work then?" Finn cut in, Ada elbowing him in the ribs. She usually enjoyed Finn's remarks but she knew where John was heading; she could barely breathe.

"Tom, you're also to leave Y/N completely alone. If you have a problem with her, you come to me about it." He said firmly.

Arthur and Tommy traded knowing looks, obviously more aware of the ins and outs of his relationship than Ada was.

"Also if you're paying for Arthur's wedding I want the equivalent in cash." He adds.

Tommy shrugged. "Whatever. As long as we can move past last night and focus on today's order of business."

John nodded, satisfied. He knew Tom wouldn't care, but just saying out loud that he was involved with Y/N and having his family aware was a relief. He hadn't realised until he finally admitted how stressful keeping his relationship a secret was. Now, he could stop worrying about Tommy interfering.

Polly rolled her eyes, lecturing the brothers on their lack of moral backbone to allow themselves to be bought off, but dismissed them. She caught Ada's arm in hers on their way out, pulling her far from earshot.

"So Y/N and John are together now?" She asked, her face firm and scowling.

"Polls, I talked with her, she's aware of what she's done. She apologised and meant it. What more can I ask for?"

"Her not to have fucked him in the first place."

"She said that. Look, Polls, they're happy right? John seems happy-"

"He always is when he gets a leg over."

"You know she looked after him last night? Fixed him up after the meeting."

"Meeting? It was a fucking set up." Polly hissed but her face had softened. "She cleaned him up?"

"Antiseptic, bandages and all."

Polly looked subtly impressed, although she'd never admit it. "He went to hers? Not yours?"

"He wanted to talk to her." Ada shrugs, "I saw her this morning and-"

"What do you mean? You bumped into her?"

"I went to her work." Ada admitted, her aunt shooting her an exasperated glare.

"Why do I bother? Nobody listens to me."

"I had to talk to her, I'm glad I did. She reckons she loves him, he told her last night that he loves her, so..."

"We are talking about John? Our John?"

"I know Polls, I'm as amazed as you."

Her aunt huffed, unimpressed. "Are you okay with it though?"

"I guess, I just want them to be happy. I've told them to give me time with it."

"She was a good friend growing up, but people change, sometimes for the better, often for the worse."

"Poll, it's Y/N; she's my best friend. At the end of the day, we'd do anything for each other."

"Sweet Ada, you're going to be so miserable if you keep letting people walk all over you." Polly said wisely, kissing her goodbye affectionately. "I hope you're right. If she makes you cry again I'll kill her myself."

"Thanks, Polls."

She knew her aunt wasn't joking.

[addictofsupernatural]

Mystery Man

Sweet Pea x reader

Summary: When shy girl y/n catches Sweet Pea's eye, he decides to show her some gratitude. The only problem is, she doesn't know it's him.

Word Count: 4825

You didn't really have that much friends. You were a shy person, and it took a bit to get you to open up. Betty didn't care, and saw something in you that she liked. So you became best friends with the core four. People still made fun of you at the artificial school called Riverdale High, but it didn't bother you most of the time since you knew there were people in your life that liked you for the "freak" that you are.

Being shy also made you very observant. When people weren't making fun of you, they ignored you, and being invisible made it easier to witness all that was going on. Of course you did go back and talk about some things you'd hear with Betty, Jughead and Veronica. But that's how you've come to known Sweet Pea.

He wasn't as bad as so many Northside students made him seem to be. Not at all. In your eyes, he was just looking out for his family, the Serpents. It wasn't his fault he was born the wrong side of town, yet people were quick to judge him. He was easily angry, but you saw that it was because of everybody's judgements. You saw that he didn't want people to think he was weak, so he used anger to show people otherwise.

That's why you decided to help him. You figured you should just mind your business, but you felt bad for the tall serpent sitting next to you who was struggling with the equations. He never asked for help since people would just label him as stupid.

He buried his face in his hands in frustration. How was he supposed to pass this class when the teacher is doing lessons that he never learned at Southside High?

He was brought out of his thoughts when he felt a tap on his arm. He turned his head towards you, looking you up and down. "Do you need help?" You asked quietly.

He just stared at you. He didn't know if it were a joke or not. "What?" Was the only thing that came out of his mouth. He then felt more stupid.

You took it upon yourself to grab his notebook and begin to write on the problem he's been stuck on. "Do you get how I set that up?" He shook his head. "So since it has an exclamation mark, it means that it multiplies with all the numbers before it, up to 1. But to make it easier, when you write out the numbers you stop when it's the same as the bottom of the fraction so you can cross it out. That way the bottom is 1 and you don't have to simplify. All you have to do is multiply the rest of the numbers."

You gave him back his notebook, and he continued to stare at you. You suddenly felt really hot and small in your seat. You went back to your own notebook, and Sweet Pea did the same.

By some miracle, the rest of the problems were easy to complete. He looked around at almost the entire class struggling, but he was done. He didn't feel so dumb as he usually felt. He looked over to you. You were done as well, and were doodling on your pages.

"Alright everyone," Ms. Danvers brought everybody's attention to her. "Pencils down. Let's review." She looked around the room, noticing Sweet Pea staring at you instead of the board. "Sweet Pea." He snapped his head to her. "Since you don't find it important to pay attention, why don't you tell us the answer to number 1?"

"Uh, 235." Ms. Danvers looked at him with a mixture of shock and annoyance. She ignored him, moving on to the second question. Sweet Pea smiled to himself before looking to you. You smiled back.

When he kept his gaze on you, your face felt hot and your smile faded as you quickly looked back to your notebook. He internally chuckled at you. He noticed how your hair covered some of your face, and that you had a cute figure that you hid as well with a flannel.

The bell rang and you all packed up. You were about to get up when a hand slammed on your desk, causing you to jump your seat. "Sorry." Sweet Pea said. "Thanks for earlier." He put down a ten dollar bill.

You looked at the bill and slid it towards him. "You're welcome." You then got up and grabbed your stuff.

"I don't want to owe you anything." He held out the money to you.

You sighed, grabbing the money and putting it in his flannel pocket. "If you're being paid to be nice then it's not really being nice is it?" He didn't say anything, so you offered him a small smile. "If you ever need help, you could just ask."

He watched you leave, wondering how someone could be so adorably nice. He decided to sort of follow you around without your knowledge of knowing. You didn't really speak to anyone, except for Jughead and his three friends.

Later at the Whyte Wrym Sweet Pea asked Jughead a question, with Betty sitting on his lap. "So what's with your quiet friend at school Jones?"

Betty and Jughead looked at each other. "I think he means y/n." Betty explained.

"Oh. Why are you so interested in her?"

"I never said I was, she's just kinda mysterious. Why doesn't she really talk?"

Jughead and Betty smiled at each other knowingly. "She's a shy girl." Betty said. "The sweetest you'll ever meet though. It sucks that she takes all that crap from everybody."

Sweet Pea furrowed his eyebrows. "What do you mean?"

"Oh, just the artificial society created by highschool. Her quietness seems to be at the bottom of the food chain." Jughead explained. Sweet Pea just stared at him. "She gets bullied and doesn't do anything about it."

He didn't know how to react. He was angry, but he really didn't have to be. He didn't even know you. "Shouldn't someone be defending her?"

"You mean you want to defend her?" Jughead asked. Sweet Pea didn't say anything, but gave him a glare.

Betty smiled. "Whenever we try to help her she just brushes it off. Besides, she has some personal issues that she has to deal with."

"How do you get closer to a girl like that?"

Both Betty and Sweet Pea ignored Jughead's snickering. "Actions speak louder than words. You should show her that you want to get close to her."

Sweet Pea thought about this. It was a good idea. He wasn't a very outgoing person when it came to talking about his feelings, so this worked out perfectly. "Can you tell me something that she likes?"

The next day you were going through a normal day at school when you opened your locker, finding something out of the ordinary. There was a comic book with a present bow on it and a letter taped to the front.

I heard you love Marvel. Hope you like it, cause I'd feel like a superhero if I made you smile. You should have your hair a little out of your face. It's cute, but what's behind your hair is even cuter. I know heroes usually hide behind a mask, but there is one hero that isn't afraid to show the world what he really looks like. You'll be hearing from me again soon.

You took the note off, seeing a comic book for Iron Man Volume 3, the one where he reveals his identity. Tony Stark was your favorite Avenger. How could anybody know this?

Sweet Pea watched you as you smiled at the gift, putting it in your backpack and happily walking to the school library for lunch with your friends. This was working. Sweet Pea felt proud of himself.

When you got to the library you found an unopened bag of Pop's on your seat. "It's for you." Betty said, a teasing smile on.

"Who's it from?" You asked quietly.

Veronica then spoke up. "He'd rather not have us say." You opened the bag to your favorite order, as well as another note.

You like it? Sometimes you forget your lunch money since a lot of things go through your mind. It's not good for you to skip meals. Eat up! :)

"Are you guys telling him stuff about me?"

"If somebody asks a question, it'd be rude not to answer." Betty said, amusement in her voice.

The next day at school you saw a small box with another note sitting on your desk in Geometry. You first opened the note, with Sweet Pea nervously sitting next to you in his desk.

Make a wish! My wish is for you to like me for who I really am, but I'll let you have this chance. Oh, and as much as I'd love to spoil you, I'm not really made of money. I'd rather talk to you more. 714-xxx-xxxx

You then opened the box, revealing a necklace that had a small rose gold wishbone on it. You let out a short giggle when you saw it. "Make a wish." You quietly said.

Sweet Pea watched in joy as you put it on. You then put the note in your backpack. When you looked around, he turned back to the front of him, trying not to seem suspicious. He then felt a tap on his arm.

"Hey." You said. "Uh, did you see who left this?" He shook his head. "Oh, okay. Sorry to bother you." You turned but quickly turned back to him. "Oh, and, please don't tell people about this. I know you don't know me and shouldn't really care about me, but I'm just saying. Just in case, y'know? I, um, don't want certain people to know about this." You nervously stared at him when you finished your ramble.

"Why not?" He simply asked.

You let out an unamused laugh. As you were about to open your mouth to respond, some River Vixens came up to you. "Aw, what's this? Shy girl got a gift from a crush?" One said as she lifted up your necklace.

The other one went behind you and took it off. "It's cute. I think it'd look better on me."

"Wait, no!" They laughed at your panicked form. "Please give it back. Please." They responded by taking their seats.

You began to shake your leg nonstop. Sweet Pea watched as you kept doing that and tapping your fingers on the desk. "Are you okay?"

"Huh- uh, yeah. Mhm." You didn't look at him.

"You sure?"

"It's called anxiety." You snapped. "So if you want to make fun of me for it too, be my guest." He didn't respond, only stared at you. You buried your hands in your face, then pushed back your hair to look at him. "Sorry." You mumbled.

He nodded. "You should let someone help you with it."

"I don't want to drag someone into my problems, that's selfish." You paused. "Which is what I'm kinda doing to you right now. Sorry."

"You shouldn't say sorry for things when you didn't do anything wrong." The bell then rang and you kept your gaze on Sweet Pea, wondering how someone could be so secretly nice. You brain then wondered, and you snapped out of your thoughts. You shouldn't think of him like that, when there's someone out there who actually has feelings for you.

Later on, you heard a knock on your door about an hour after you got home. You went to go answer it, since your parents were always working. Not they'd answer the door. When they were home, they didn't really talk to you. They told you that they loved you, but you always felt that they were ashamed of you. They were Northsiders, after all, they weren't really proud of having a child that was different from the others.

When you got to the door, nobody was there. You looked down, and there was another box with a note. You opened the box, and there was another necklace. This time, it was a key hole. You then took a look at the letter.

I heard what happened, but it's okay :) Maybe you'll find the key. Hopefully sometime soon.

You then set the box and letter down on your nightstand. You took out the letter from earlier and put the number in.

You ~ Thank you

??? ~ For? 😏

You ~ Everything

??? ~ Do you like the new necklace?

??? ~ I have a matching one of a key

You ~ Why are you being so nice to me?

??? ~ Why are you always so nice?

You ~ .-.

??? ~ You don't care about superficial crap that everybody else does

??? ~ You're always so selfless and don't ask for help when you might need it

??? ~ Why wouldn't I be nice you to?

The two of you talked some more, and you figured that he wouldn't reveal himself to you anything soon. That meant that it was up to you to figure it out. You texted him the next day.

You ~ You're from the Southside

Sweet Pea was caught off guard. It had only been two days of doing this and you were already on to him.

??? ~ Why do you think that?

You ~ Because almost all Northside guys are dicks

??? ~ Lol

??? ~ Wait

??? ~ Almost?

You ~ Archie is sweet

Sweet Pea rolled his eyes. Of course you would think that. Everybody on the Northside seems to love Archie, and he never understood why. Little did he know that you were saying this on purpose.

??? ~ He's not even as innocent as people make him out to be

??? ~ I don't get what people see in him

You ~ So you're a Serpent

Sweet Pea was freaking out now. "Wow." Toni said, reading over his shoulder. "Smart girl."

"Toni, back off." He pushed her away. "Stop reading my messages."

"You really have to hide yourself in order to get a girl to like you?" She teased. He glared at her. "Relax, I'm kidding. You don't have to hide yourself, she doesn't seem like the type of person to care." They both looked at his phone as he texted you.

You ~ Why do you think that?

Y/n ~ If you don't like Archie then you're a serpent

Y/n ~ Don't worry snake boy 🐍🐍

Y/n ~ I'll find the key soon enough

"Wow, you're really making her work to you." Toni said. "Then again, you seem like you're working hard too."

At school you went up to Jughead, asking a question that was to everyone's delight. "Could I have a list of all the Serpents that go to this school?"

He shifted in his seat. "Why?"

"The guy who's been giving me things is a serpent. I can tell."

"Wow," Veronica said. "Mystery man is taking an effect on you. I haven't seen you this giddy before."

"I can give you a list of the Swords and Serpents Club members." Jughead offered.

You nodded, giving him a hug. "Thank you!" He awkwardly hugged back. He then gave you the list after school.

You ~ So I narrowed you down to 16 guys

Snake Boy ~ Good job

Snake Boy ~ Your prize is at your favorite diner

You stopped in your tracks on the way to your house, turning around to and walking to Pop's. "Hey Pop."

"Hello y/n." Pop said, smiling. "You must be here for your gift."

You nodded excitedly. He handed you a teddy bear with a mini Southside Serpents jacket on it. "Thanks Pop." You giddily said. "Could you tell me anything about him?"

"Well, I'm only allowed to say one thing."

"Um, this hair color?"

"Black."

"Thanks Pop." You then took off, texting your mystery man.

You ~ 7 guys

Snake Boy ~ Your next prize is at your door step

It was a Joker and Harley Quinn poster. You happily put it up on your wall. You were excited to learn who this guy was. You just hoped that he wouldn't change is mind.

The next day you walked into Geometry class, sitting down and putting your key hole necklace under your shirt. Sweet Pea smiled. You were enjoying the gifts, and it seemed special to you. Unfortunately he was so focused on you that he wasn't paying attention to the board, and had no idea what to do.

"Um, hey," he tapped your shoulder as you drew on your notebook. You looked up at him and smiled. "Could you help me out with this? Please?"

You smiled. "Sure." You then began explaining the equations to him, and even cracked a joke here and there. You were usually awkward with people when talking to them, but he was easier to talk to. You showed him though your notebook, and Sweet Pea couldn't have been any happier with what is saw.

"Is that a bear with a leather jacket on?" He pointed at one of your drawings. You felt your face heat up and nodded. You hid behind your hair. He let out a chuckled. "That's pretty cute."

He then took a piece of your hair and tucked it behind your ear. You then looked at him. "Why'd you do that?"

"You look prettier when you show your face." Your face felt like it was on fire as you turned to the front. You couldn't be feeling like this with him when mystery man was waiting for you.

Your mind danced around the idea of Sweet Pea being mystery man, but you dismissed it. He would probably be too embarrassed to be seen with you. Maybe he's just a really flirty person.

In PE Jughead gave you a water bottle from mystery man. On the plastic bottle it said hydrate. "This is becoming sickening to watch." Jughead said. "I don't really enjoy being a delivery boy."

"So you're closer to him then." You said. "You wouldn't do this unless you were more closer with them."

"I can neither confirm nor deny this." His smile betrayed him.

"So it's either Fangs or Sweet Pea." You cracked a smile as you said the ladder's name.

Jughead noticed and shrugged. "I guess you'll just have to ask mystery man himself."

You grabbed your stuff when PE was over, taking out your phone to give a quick text.

You ~ 2 guys

Snake Boy ~ Who did you come up with?

You ~ Sweet Pea or Fangs

As Sweet Pea looked at his phone in shock, Fangs was reading over his shoulder. "Hey, it's either me or you. I've seen her, she's pretty hot. Maybe I could have her." He laughed as his friend shoved him.

As you and Jughead were walking out of school, some bulldogs stopped the two of you. "Well what do we have here?" Reggie said. "If it isn't little miss freak."

"Lay off Reggie." Jughead said.

He chose to ignore Jughead. "I noticed that you've been skippin' around school like you own the place, all for some mystery guy." You said nothing, only looked down. "Let me tell you something, whoever this guy is, doesn't like you. I mean, there's nothing to like, really. You will always be the freak that people laugh about, and he's just playing you."

You kept your gaze on the ground, which infuriated one of the other bulldogs. "Hey!" He said, shoving you back. "You listenin-"

He was cut off by a punch from Jughead, which caused another Bulldog with a ring on to punch Jughead, causing his cheek to bleed. You yanked him away, and the two of you began to sprint to your house.

Once you got home you gave Jughead your first aid kit to patch himself up. That was when you thought about what Reggie said. He was right. You would always be the freak, and nobody would like you for who you are. You were too damaged, too different.

"Hope you're not thinking about what Reggie said." Your thoughts were cut off by Jughead. "Look, Reggie's just a dick. Don't ever listen to anything that comes out of a mouth breather."

You smiled at his half joke, but still felt a heavy feeling in your chest and stomach. "Thanks Jug, but I just kinda want to be alone right now." He knowingly hugged you as your eyes began to water. He then saw himself out.

That's when the bad thoughts came flowing into your brain. They were worse that usual, and instead of fighting your anxiety like you read about, you just let it take over you. Once you started crying, you went into your room and curled up on your bed. You stopped crying after a bit, but were still taken over by the bad thoughts. That's when too heard a knock at the door.

You answered it, and saw Sweet Pea nervously standing there with a bag of chocolates. "Hey. I was going to just leave these at the door, but it seemed like this was more serious."

You stared at him blankly. "Are you mystery man?" You asked, quieter than intended.

He let out a small laugh. "Is that what you guys have been calling me?"

You still looked at him seriously. "How do I know this isn't some mean trick?"

He showed a necklace that he was wearing under his shirt. It had a gold key on it. You ran up and hugged him, causing him to drop the bag. "Woah." He laughed. "Didn't think you'd be that excited."

"Come in." You picked up the bag and grabbed his hand, leading him in.

"You sure your Northside parents are okay with a serpent coming into their home?" He asked as you closed the door.

"They're not home, and they don't really pay attention to their freak daughter." You said as you both sit on the couch. "So, I have questions."

"It's only fair if I ask questions too." Sweet Pea said as he got a little closer.

You suddenly became aware of the close proximity and scooted back a bit. "Okay." you said, face flushed. "We'll take turns. I'll go first. Why did you do all these things for me?"

"Because I wanted to get closer to you. You didn't handle being face to face as well, so I figured this was the best way to go." You nodded. "Are you happy that it was me?"

"Extremely." His lips curled up as he looked at your blushing form in a daze. "What do you see in me?"

"Awesomeness." You giggled. "I see that you don't care about me living in the Southside. I see that you're always kind to people, even though nobody deserves you. I see that your really pretty but don't think so. I see that your body is perfect but you cover it with a flannel."

As he said that, he pushed hair out of your face and gently tugged on your flannel, causing one side to be hanging off your shoulder. You got closer, putting a hand on his cheek. "It's your turn."

He leaned into your hand. "Why were you happy that it was me?"

"Because I was starting to gain feelings for real you, and I felt like I was betraying mystery you because I had feelings for him too." He looked down to your lips. "I figured out it was you. What's my prize?"

He leaned into you, pushing his lips onto yours. He put his hands on your waist while you put yours in his face. When he finally pulled back from the mind blowing kiss, he asked, "Would you like to go out with me?"

"Do I get to call you my boyfriend?"

He laughed. "Of course."

"Are you sure you want to be with me? Damaged and all?" You were nervous, and this made Sweet Pea just fall deeper for you.

"You're not damaged, you're actually perfect. You just don't see it, but it's okay because I do. If you're going through something I'll always be here for you. Truth is, I'm the broken one here."

You shook your head, kissing the side of his jaw. "I don't care about your baggage, I care about you." He then pulled you in for another amazing kiss as you felt him smile.

The next day at school you confidently walked in with your key hole necklace. As you were looking you for friends to tell them the amazing news, three River Vixens came up to you. "Well what do we have here?"

Your smile faltered a bit. "I think Mr Fake Secret Admirer gave it to her." Another said.

You held onto it. You were not going to let them get this one too, it was too special. "That's none of your business." You sternly said.

The three of them laughed. "Aw, shy girl does have a voice after all. Look tiny, you will never have a man who loves you, so you should stop trying to convince people that someone fell for your loser ass-"

Her voice faded off as the three of them stared up at you. You then felt two arms wrap around you, and you smiled, turning around into your boyfriends arms. "Morning."

"Morning." You said back. He then tugged you into a kiss, grabbing your face and deepening it as the three others watched. When the two of you pulled back you had your arms around his neck. "Did you like the chocolates?"

The two of you were almost nose to nose, you staring at him as he happily stared at your lips. "Yeah, I ate a little when you left. How'd you know those were my favorite?"

His hands left your cheeks to slide onto your hips. "I have my ways." He then looked up, pulling back a bit to eye the three Vixens. "Can I help you?"

You didn't look at them, only played with the key necklace he was wearing. They noticed how the two of you were matching necklaces. "She's paying you, isn't she?"

He then laughed, eyeing them up and down. "You girls have boyfriends, do you?" They were all silent. "Yeah, thought so. Maybe when you guys stop being assholes to other people, you'll understand why we're so happy."

He then put an arm around your shoulder and walked away with you. "Wow." You laughed.

"Can't let them talk bad about my girl. No flannel?"

"No, figured I should stop hiding so much. You like it?" You smiled, and Sweet Pea almost melted. You were just too adorable.

He pulled your waist closer to him. "I like you."

"I like you too." You both kissed, but stopped when Sweet Pea felt a hand clasp his shoulder.

"So you managed to pull this off." Fangs said. He then stepped towards you. "Since I was your second choice, does that mean that I can have you if things don't work out between the two of you?"

You giggled, already liking this guy. Sweet Pea found this less funny, and decided that everybody should know who you belong to. "Come on." He said grabbing you and putting you over his shoulder.

"Sweets!" You and Fangs laughed as he began to walk away with you. "It was nice to meet you Fangs!" You called out as he watched you being hauled around by your boyfriend.

[jokerhappylover]

The punchline - Arthur practicing his act

This text is supposed to be a text written by Arthur Fleck after praticing his act. I hope you like it!

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Today is the day. I'm gonna be on Murray's Franklin show.

The first thing I did was practicing my act. I watched a episode of the show sometimes and tried to imitate the guest. I entered, I heard the applauses and waved at the audience. I shake hands with the another guest and Murray. I was imagining that they were there and I was talking to Murray. Just by imagining him there next to me I got nervous, I didn't even know what to say, I'm still not sure.... So many thoughts were running through my mind at the moment I pretended I was shaking Murray's hand and sitting. What will he think of me? What do I say to him? Will he like my jokes? What about the audience? Will the audiencie like me and my jokes? Oh! The jokes... Do I enjoy the moment and tell other jokes before the BIG ONE or do I just talk with Murray and make it my first (and last) joke? oh I just want to make a good impression!!... Then I sit. More thoughts. How do I sit? Legs crossed or not crossed? Am I looking good? Am I making a good impression? It's harder than I thought... I felt under pressure and that made me even more nervous, the audience had already finished applauding! I heard Murray saying something. I said "Hey Murray, thank you so much for having me on the show, it's been a long live dream of mine"... How does that sound? I had always looked up to him, he was like a father that I never had, and a huge inspiration to me as a comedian, and I loved his show and many times it was what I had for entertainment, sometimes watching his show after getting home was what would made my day less worse, I would would have fun and laugh at his jokes. I loved his jokes, and I'd always get them and laugh at the right time. I wouldn't just pretend I got the joke and fake laugh to fit in.

So what I said was really true! But I don't think it would be enough, Murray would still have no clue who I was and how a big fan I was of him... But I hope to have a moment with him before the moment when the show would start so I could talk to him. Seeing him mocking me on his show was terrible, and to be honest I'm not just upset with him, I'm also disappointed and hurt. Words like that hurt, even more when they come from someone like him... Why would he say that? Why would him make fun of me? Is that who he really is? Does he think I'm a freak like many other people do? I know he's a comedian but he made people laugh at me, he made fun of me in front of everyone, for my laugh, something that I couldn't even control... That moment at Pogo's was hard to me, it was my moment to be on a stage and share my jokes with people, but I got nervous and couldn't stop laughing it didn't matter how hard I tried, but when I finally managed to control it I did my best to make a good impression and tell good jokes, to be a good comedian, but I think not even Murray liked my jokes... He direspected me as a comedian. Am I a freak AND a bad comedian to him?... Anyway, I still want to tell him some things, and who knows making him know me better will make he change his mind about me? I want to be special, and I want him to remember of me... At least liking me or not, he will for sure remember of me, but I want him to LIKE me.

Then I tried to say something else, maybe I would think of something even better to say. I came up with "Hey Murray I've been- " I couldn't say the rest, I think I lost my thought or didn't like how I sounded... Then I decided to go to the jokes. Murray says something and then I say "I'm sorry, what's that?", he repeats it, it was something funny. I answer "Ohh that's very funny Murray!... You know, I'm also a comedian, would you like to hear a joke?"... FINALLY! I finally managed to say something that sounded good and it was a perfect way to start with the jokes. Murray didn't even have the time to answer, we both just heard the audience answering, they were really exictied! It felt so good to hear their reaction! I said: " Yeah? All of of you?! Okaaay..." And yes, this one is gonna be a good one! Get ready to hear it!

"KNOCK KNOCK!"... Ops, had they already seen the gun? I smiled like nothing had happened and tried again. "Knock.... KNOCK KNOCK!" and here we go! I didn't even have to tell the punchline, the sound of the gun was the punchline itself. Then, the applauses I was waiting for my whole life, I just never thought it'd be the last thing I'd would hear. But people will remember me, Murray will. My life is the joke, and the punchline is the end.

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[rainyrowan]

Sunkissed - Chapter 2

description: Wedding of the century rolls around as the previous college clique, along with the rest of their family members, stay in preparation for it. During this time, Riley meets Lucas, a gorgeous, green-eyed wallflower who happens to be immediately taken by her. Little did she know, he has a deep secret. One that will either change her views on him forever or make her feel closer to his world.

word count: 2,801

pairings: riley x lucas

Song: Troublemaker by Olly Murs (Ft. Flo Rida)

chapter two; lucas

"Please stop!" I pleaded. As much as I've begged for him to stop, he wouldn't. He kept going.

He began walking towards my mother. Her eyes were filled with so much sorrow and fear that it was too painful for me to even look at her. She quickly scurries over to me. "Lucas, listen to me. You need to leave, okay? Aubrey is in the basement downstairs. Take her with you and go as far away from here as you can." She whispers, but he then grabs her from behind and pushes her up against the wall.

I couldn't bear to see him do this. Again. "STOP HURTING HER!" I yell. He turns around and stares at me with his bloodshot eyes. In that very moment, I was ready for whatever would happen next. He lets out a drunken chuckle before taking a swing at me.

Like always, he doesn't stop. He only kept going.

Punch.

Kick.

Hit.

"No," I whimpered. I couldn't take him. I was too weak."No..."

"NO!" I suddenly jerk up, panting. I feel the sweat dripping down from my forehead. "Just a dream," I whisper to myself repeatedly. The same dream I've been getting for the longest time.

I glance over at my clock. Too early. I graciously plopped back down and wrapped myself in my covers.

I think I had a good ten minutes before someone came knocking on my door.

"Lucas," a voice from behind it says softly. Knowing who it is and why I'm being awakened so early, I ignore it.

"Hey, buddy. It's six-thirty, we've got a flight to catch." I feel a hand rub my back, but I still continue to ignore. "Fine! If this is how you want it-" All of a sudden, I hear footsteps skid across my floor before a crushing weight falls on top of my chest.

"Ow!" I cry as my eyes flung open to see my Aunt Rachel seated on top of me. What a goof.

"You know, that really wasn't necessary!" I say looking up at her.

"Um, it really was! I've been trying to wake you up three times already." She exclaims, getting off.

We're supposed to fly to California today in preparation for my Aunt Rachel and Uncle Jack's wedding. It's safe to say that Aunt Rachel is very, very excited. Apparently, they're hiring these two wedding planners, who were their close friends from college, to help them plan and run everything. However, their timing isn't really the best. Due to Uncle Jack's schedule complications, they had to move the wedding earlier than anticipated. Earlier as at the end of this week. How they're going to plan this whole ceremony in one week, I don't know. But, I'm quite certain that with Aunt Rachel around, they can surely do it. She's always been a believer of the fact that if you really put your mind to something, you can accomplish it. And she has. I've seen her done miraculous things with this mindset. She's someone I surely look up to.

I finally find all the strength to pull myself out of bed. "Is Aubrey ready?" I ask.

"Yes, sir. As a matter of fact, we all are. So, if you don't hurry, I will literally beat your ass!" She jokes, leaving my room. I let out a chuckle as she shuts the door behind her. She may be my aunt, but she treats me like a little brother on a day to day basis.

I quickly peel off my sleepwear and put on a pair of jeans, along with a black hoodie. I then grab my stuff before leaving the room.

The smell of freshly cooked bacon and eggs greeted me as I entered the kitchen.

"Good morning, Lucas! Your food's right over there." Uncle Jack points over to the plate next to my little sister, who is currently inhaling her breakfast. I laugh at the sight. Can't blame her, though. Uncle Jack never fails to delight our taste buds.

"Hi, Aubrey," I say, setting my bags down and taking a seat next to her. Still chewing, she smiles up at me in response.

I dig into my delicious meal as Uncle Jack sits in front of me. "You know, you didn't have to make us breakfast. We could've grabbed Starbucks at the airport or something."

"Well, I just-"

Out of nowhere, Aunt Rachel storms into the kitchen, picking up all our stuff. "Okay! I'll be bringing our bags downstairs since the cab will be arriving any minute now. Hurry up and finish your food! We don't have all day, so chop chop!" She yells. Before I could even offer any help, she's already out the door.

"As I was saying, I feel bad for leaving you two with all that craziness." Uncle Jack jokes. I let out a soft chuckle.

Uncle Jack mentioned something about this huge conference going on for his company, which takes place this week. So, he won't be coming to California until two days before the wedding. He really tried getting out of it, but it just impossible. I felt bad for him, of course, but all I could really think about is how on earth are we all going to survive this crazy week.

Aunt Rachel pokes her head into the apartment door. "Cab's here!" Uncle Jack quickly dashes over to her and grabs her arm. He spins her around so she's facing him, then plants a kiss on her lips. Smooth.

"You think I'd let you leave without saying goodbye?"She gushes.

"I guess it'd be a little out of character of you if you did."

"I'll miss you," He whispers, pulling her into a hug. "Take care."

"You too." She pulls away and kisses him once again. They're honestly so perfect for one another. Why didn't get married sooner?

Uncle Jack then picks up Aubrey and showers her with my more kisses. "You have fun, my little princess." It means the world to me that he loves her, loves us, this much. From the very first day we moved in with them, Uncle Jack, in particular, seemed far more understanding of our situation.

"And you," He turns to me. "I know how you are with others." I already know where this is going.

"Look, the people you're about to visit- They're our family. They mean more to us than anyone would ever know. Please don't push them away, shut yourself out, or anything else along those lines. They're special, so I expect you to keep an open mind throughout this trip, alright?"

He's not in the wrong for saying all this. Past experiences have allowed me to disconnect from the world, even with the people around me. I just find it so hard to trust people. Only ones I've ever really trust are them. They were my only family after all.

I purse my lips, offering him a slight nod.

"Good." He says, pulling me into a hug. He pats my back before letting go.

"Alright, I don't want to keep you guys for too long." Uncle Jack smiles. "So, take care."

Once we've all said our goodbyes once again, we finally head out the building and into the taxicab that had been waiting for us. Aunt Rachel gives the address to the driver before we head straight to the airport.

- - -

California isn't really that far from Seattle, which is pretty convenient on my end because Aubrey absolutely hates plane rides. She threw a massive tantrum at first, but I managed to tame it. I spent the whole two hours of the flight trying to calm her down but cradling her in my arms whilst telling her multiple stories. Nothing too bad.

Once we exited the gate, a woman instantly spots us and starts running towards us. Aunt Rachel dropped her bags and ran towards her as well.

"Angela!" She exclaims, pulling her into an embrace.

"How are you, sweetheart? What have you been up to?"

"The usual. Oh, no big deal, but I also got engaged!" She pulls away to show off her hand with the engagement ring Uncle Jack gave her. They both squealed.

Angela then turns to smiles at me. "You must be the infamous Lucas Friar. I've heard a lot about you." Great. Someone else who knows about my awful past. She pulls me into a hug as I shoot Aunt Rachel a despising glare. "Sorry!" She mouths silently.

"Infamous, I am," I mumble, pulling away. I already hate this.

Angela turns to Aubrey in awe. "Oh! Who might you be, you gorgeous one?"

"My name is Aubrey." She says sweetly. Angela places her hands over her chest, turning to Aunt Rachel. "She's adorable!"

Aunt Rachel smirks. "Takes after me, obviously!"

"Well, we better get going. Cory and Topanga are really excited to see you." Angela says. She offers to carry Aubrey's stuff as we walk out of the airport and into the parking lot.

"Oh my gosh. I miss them so much," Aunt Rachel beamed, getting into Angela's minivan. "How are they?"

Sticking the key in the ignition, Angela laughs. "They're doing great. And Riley, oh my goodness! She's growing up to be an absolutely beautiful woman."

"You're kidding?! Last time I saw her, she was only a little baby!" Aunt Rachel gasped.

"It can't be that long! She's practically running the flower shop!"

"Who's Riley?" Aubrey asks out of curiosity.

"Honey, Riley is the daughter our friends," Aunt Rachel explains.

Angela turns to look at me. "Yeah, and she's about Lucas' age." She winks. Everyone in the car giggles. I silently roll my eyes.

The last thing I need is to have a thing with some California girl that I would probably never see again after this trip.

- - -

One thing that I worried about before this trip was how much I'd miss the city. I was pretty much born and raised there. I've never really gone anywhere else. Although, I have to admit- The drive to Cory and Topanga's, made me realize that it wouldn't be much on an issue. Apparently, they live alongside the beach, so the drive only consisted of beautiful beach scenery.

I focus on the clear blue water glistening as a handful of children run around the shoreline, ready to jump into the water. Other kids would stick around the far end to build sandcastles. Aubrey would surely have fun. I thought, planning to take her as soon as we've settled in.

As we drove closer and closer to the beach, I also happen to spot a ton of girls. I don't really think that much of them. As a matter of fact, I try my very best to avoid them as much as possible. Back in the city, a lot of them would practically throw themselves at me. Sometimes I wonder if they've still got their dignity or if they even had it in the first place.

Most girls here on the beach were either sunbathing or taking photos. Although, there was one who caught my eye. She obviously stood out since she was doing neither of those things. Even though we were close enough to where I could still get a good look at her, I couldn't capture a glimpse of her face.

Unlike the others, she was sitting on a rock by the shoreline. She had on a maroon sweater as her long brown curls flowed behind her. She was staring off into the ocean. She also had a camera by her side. Probably a photographer. I think to myself.

We finally pull up in front of what seems to be a flower shop called The Floral Boutique. According to Aunt Rachel, The Floral Boutique is a family business which is currently run by Topanga.

My eyes then fixate over to Ever After, a bridal shop which looks like it's connected to The Floral Boutique. From what I've heard, both Angela and Topanga co-own this business together. Topanga must be some kick-ass woman for being involved with two businesses.

With our bags, we all walk into The Floral Boutique. Behind the counter, a man looks up at us with a smile. "Well, I'll be damned!" He exclaims.

"Cory!" Aunt Rachel yells, offering him a hug. "This is my niece, Aubrey, and my nephew, Lucas."

He bends down to shake Aubrey's hand. "Nice to meet you, sweetheart!"

His gaze then leads to me. Cory stands up and folds his arms. "What are you, like 20?" He asks.

"No, sir." I laugh. "I'm 17."

Cory gasps."BOYZ!"

I tilt my head in confusion as he brings his face closer to mine. "What are you doing?" I mumble.

"Just examining your facial structure," He answers casually. Once he steps back he turns to my aunt. "He's too perfect! He shall remain five feet away from my daughter at all times." Riley.

Angela scoffs. "Don't even, Cory."

"Yeah," Aunt Rachel says. "Lucas is a wonderful guy."

I press my lips together. I don't know why everyone's insisting on anything, rather, why we're even talking about this. I truly have no desire to start something up with anyone this week.

"Rachel?" Someone calls out from the back room. All eyes fall on her as she approaches us.

"Oh my god. Topanga." Aunt Rachel says with a smile.

Based on appearance, I could already tell that she is a bad-ass woman. She just seems so... Strong. Like a fierce Amazon warrior type.

After a few short minutes of rekindling with one another and greeting Aubrey for the first time, she turns to me. I've never really met her, at least I don't think I have. About ready to introduce myself, she stops me.

"You're Lucas Friar."

"We've met?" I asked.

"Well, you probably don't remember me," She pauses. "But, yeah. We have. A long time ago, though. You were probably about this tall." Topanga levels her hand by her hip. Then her eyes fall on me once again. "I know all about you," She says casually. Okay, so does everyone know about me?! I slightly clench my jaw, planning on making a comment on that fact. However, Topanga speaks before I could.

"You're really brave." She smiles before walking back to everyone else. No one's ever told me that before. Because I've had such a horrible past, no one seems to want to fully acknowledge anything about it. If they do, it would usually be more of a negative remark, which is why I definitely preferred it being that way. Although, I do feel just slightly better about myself after hearing Topanga's comment.

Everyone follows her and Angela as they offer to give us a tour of both shops. I quietly tap Aunt Rachel on the shoulder.

"Hey, is it okay if I head off for a bit?" I ask.

"What? Lucas-"

"Please, I want to go explore the beach." I plead.

"Well, alright." She says hesitantly.

I subsequently slip away from everyone and head out of the shop. The scent of saltwater lingers through the air, which evidently brings a smile to my face as I make my way down to the shore.

As I was walking, I glance at three girls who were staring at me, giggling. Not wanting to have to deal with any more of that, I throw my hood on and hang my head down. I continued to walk like this whilst my peripheral vision focuses on the sand beneath me. This goes on for a bit before I bump into someone. I look up and I couldn't believe my eyes.

It was her.

The girl in the maroon hoodie. Well, now looking at it, a Harvard hoodie. She was standing right in front of me.

"Oh, I'm sorry." She apologizes.

For a moment, I am unable to breathe. Instead of responding as a normal person would, I just looked at her. My gaze fell upon her chocolate brown eyes, that I surprisingly found quite mesmerizing. This can't be happening. Snap out of it, Lucas. I shake my head.

"It's okay," I mumble before heading off. For some reason, I still felt her stare. I had a feeling she was still watching me. I kept walking long enough so that when I turned around to look back at her, she was already heading her way.

What just happened?

[bubblefrogkpoppinhoes-blog]

Can I have a scenario with all of GOT7? A lucky fan got chosen to spend a day with GOT7 but that said fan wasn't told yet (her ticket from their concert was drawn out from a lottery) and when they get to her house she's dancing around to their music and singing in broken Korean (she's Australian, this is in Australia)! I'd love to know how they'd react?! And have a little story about it? It'd be super cute xD maybe a certain band member takes a liking to her?

Firstly I deeply apologize for how long it has taken for me to get to this request being away for a week and then having things happen that have taken a stab at my mental health have prevented me from doing them, but I’m okay now and here I go with your request :) thank you for your submission and I hope it’s good, also i’m glad you want it set in Australia because I live in Australia and I am Australian so this is perfect haha XD

A Day With Got7

You had only gotten back from the concert at Luna Park a couple of days ago but the vibes were still so strong, you couldn’t believe you had been so close to those beautiful boys faces. So you decided to dedicate today to Got7 and only Got7, you had started the early morning with rewatching all of Real Got7 (at like 12am, you were very serious about it being an all day Got7 day). It was now about 7am and you had just finished watching them all (you might have rewatched them too well as you felt like you had analysed them in extreme detail ha) and now you decided dancing was needed for early morning, then you can worry about breakfast. You were only in your underwear and an oversized shirt so you felt that your body was free to break out those on point moves that you practice all the time to impress the baes. You put your Got7 playlist on shuffle and you’re ready for anything it throws at you. Due to how loud you have it on and your intense singing (broken but passionate korean) you couldn’t hear the home phone ringing. Your mum picks it up and is told that Got7 would be around to pick you up very soon. Your mum comes and knocks on your door, of course you can’t hear her so she just yells “Hey someone very important is coming so please get ready and look presentable”. All you heard was presentable and thought she was talking about one of her business partners so you don’t bother and you decide to keep dancing and singing. The doorbell rings and Got7 are let in, you having no clue. Your mum offers them a seat and drink and tells them that you should be ready any minute. Mark asks if they are able to surprise you, your mum considers it for a little but eventually lets them as she thinks you have listened and will be ready (your room is down a long hall that is far away from the lounge room where your mum is so she wouldn’t know that you haven’t followed instructions). As your mum shows them the ways the boys sneak hoping that you don’t hear them. they could hear faint beats that sounded like their song ‘Just Right’, they giggled to themselves and proceeded. Your mum knocks on the door again and says “Dear come meet the special guest I hope you’re ready”. You choose to ignore as no business people can ruin your Got7 day. Suddenly the door creeks open, your standing on the top of your bed, hair a mess, shirt not exactly cover everything,music blaring and packets of food overflowing the bin from your Real Got7 marathon. The door bursts open and you cannot believe your eyes. You stand starstruck on your bed looking at the boys in front of you and your mum standing at the door with a big smile. “SURPRISE” the boys yell. You blink a couple of times, poke Jackson's face given it was the closest and then you realize the state your in, you quickly jump behind your bed screaming in joy, blushing like crazy from embarrassment and in disbelief of what’s happening. The boys laugh like mad, you grab your blanket from behind you and smother yourself in it as you can’t bear to face them like this. Your mum turns down the volume of the music and Mark walks over to your blanket self. They open up the blanket that is over your face and smile at you. You silently ask “Um.. What are you guys doing here? Weren’t you meant to be heading back to Korea?”. Mark answers “Obviously you weren’t informed ha, but we are here to spend the day with you, we drew your ticket out of a box and you won, we hope that’s okay and your not too startled” His beaming smile was all you could think about. “Of course that’s okay, however if we are going out I might need a little time to get ready” You said shyly, still with bright red cheeks, “We understand, we can wait for you outside” Mark flashed a smile and then explained it to the rest of them, you could hear giggles but they then said see you soon and went out with your mum who continued to be the boss ass host she is and make them feel comfortable as they wait. You could not believe it, you were graced with their beautiful faces again and better yet you get to spend the day with them, talk about a great Got7 day. You got your act together, speed cleaning your room just in case they came back there, cleaned your face and put some delicate makeup on, you picked out some dark denim skinny jeans, a baggy light pink jumper, black combat boots, hair in a high ponytail with baby hairs flying and a black backpack with mickey mouse ears on it. You felt as ready as you’ll ever be, so you headed out to them. As you walked out you saw the boys turn their heads and look at you in awe. Jackson said “Is this the same person?” in both English and Korean and everyone cracked up, your face went back to blushing. Got7 escort you outside, your mum says goodbye to you and then you hop into the mini bus Got7 have been traveling in. You were seated next to Yugeom and Bambam, this made you feel a little better as you were around their age, a couple of months older then Bambam actually. You have no idea where you guys are going but regardless you were excited and couldn’t wait. Yugyeom says something to Bambam that you don’t understand but you then hear Bambam laugh and then turn to you. In his best English he says, “So Yugyeom thinks you are very cute and would like a photo with you”. You open your mouth in shock and look to Yugyeom and then blush some more but manage to nod your head and say “If I can have one to”. BamBam laughs and tells Yugyeom. He gentle slaps Bambam also in embarrassment but agrees. He pulls out his phone and so do you and Bambam, you all manage to get a photo with all of you in it and for the last one that was yours you see Bambam wink at Yugyeom and Bambam grabs your phone and takes photo of him and Yugyeom each kissing you on both of your cheeks. Your days couldn’t get any better, all you could think is eeeeepppp. Bambam laughed and said sorry but you mustered up courage to say no, thankyou in Korean. They were both impressed. After trying to calm down you realized that judging by ow long it was taking you were heading to the center of Sydney, as you lived in a suburb of Sydney. Finally you were at the destination, you were at the zoo. Jackson went to you and said “I apologize if you have been here before, but we haven’t and we thought it would be fun”. You couldn’t refuse his smile and you said “That’s okay, I’ve been here a few times so how about I show you all around?”. Jackson’s face was beaming with joy and he nodded and went to tell the rest of the members. Everyone was excited and so you lead them into the zoo. Once inside JB stopped everyone, he then walked to you and said “Sorry, can we introduce and you introduce you?” his English was adorable, you nodded your head. So everyone introduced themselves in English the best way they could and then you did the same. They were thrilled to finally hear your name and Yugyeom and Bambam looked guilty as you were older then them and they did something like that to you, however you didn’t mind (obviously ha) and just giggled at their embarrassed faces. You all began walking around the zoo, looking at various animals, Jinyoung was walking next to you and was trying to ask you basic questions that he knew in English, it eventually got to the question do you speak any other language. Luckily for you your school had made you study Japanese and you continued to study it, even through your HSC, so you answered him in Japanese. He was highly impressed and ecstatic as he could speak better to you in Japanese then English, he let everyone else know and everyone, especially the non English speakers were really happy. You then passed a sign indicating that the splash show (can’t remember what it’s actually called but it’s the one with the seals and dolphins etc and you get to sit around them and there is a splash zone :) was in 30 minutes, you decided you would take them there. Everyone desperately wanted to sit in the splash zone and so you agreed, risking ruin of makeup, but this was Got7, you would do anything to make them happy. Youngjae was sitting next to you and you could see worry in his eyes, you asked him what was wrong and in Japanese he replied “I’m alright, I am just nervous about being splashed and ruining my clothes you know?” you couldn’t help thinking how adorable he is and you said to him you would protect him if water is splashed. He smiled happily at you and you both continued to watch the show. A evil seal decided to dive right in front of you, you stood in front of Youngjae and manage to cop all the water, protecting Youngjae. You then sat back down soaking wet, no hope for your make up. Youngjae looked shocked, he grabbed your hands and said thank you very much. It looked like you had saved his life. After the show you excused yourself to freshen up whilst everyone went over to get food at the kiosk near by. After you had gotten out of the bathroom you saw Mark waiting for you. “Have you had lunch?” you asked him. “Not yet, I was waiting for you” he said. You tried your best to hide your blushing and you said thank you to him, as you were walking over together he stopped you, hand on shoulder. “Are you sure your having a good day with us?” He asked very sincerely. “Of course I am, you don’t have to worry at all Mark” you gave him a very sweet smile and he looked very relieved, who knew he would be so worried for you. It was coming to the end of the zoo trip and the boys decided to go somewhere for dinner. You suggested an Italian restaurant by Circular Quay. The boys were so pumped and you directed the way. At dinner you found out so much more about them then you every thought you could, you couldn’t believe how much there was that you didn’t know, you were sooo going to write a blog post about the things said later, of course the ones that could be said. They also found out a lot about you and they all asked so many questions, JB even asked if you had a boyfriend which made everyone laugh, you said no and then everyone was in shock. JB stated “How you are beautiful?” The blushing came back to you and everyone laughed again, Jinyoung nudged Mark and Mark hit him back looking just as embarrassed as I was. ‘No there’s so way’ is what you thought to yourself,’there is no way a member of Got7 could like me’. After your dinner it was time for you to go back home. You had had the most amazing day you could every ask for, as you were sitting next to Jackson you took this time to deeply thank him, him representing the rest of Got7 for the time being. “Hey Jackson, I wanted to really thank you for today, it was definitely the best day of my life, I got to know so much about you guys and you guys got to know a true fan. I couldn’t be happier and I am deeply grateful to you guys, you even paid for the whole day, I don’t know how I can ever repay you but truly thank you, I love you guys” Jackson giggled a little, you were confused but then he said “This is our payment to you, you bought our concert ticket, you support us in every way possible, you have dedicated a whole part of your life to us, so don’t thank us, we should be thanking you, we love you more than you might even love us” you felt like you were going to cry but then you said “Now that definitely can’t be possible, did you see me this morning?”,You both cracked up laughing and he gave you a big hug that was incredibly warm, it confirmed that what he said was real. As you got home you became very sad, you didn’t want to say goodbye to this day but you knew you had to. You said your big thank you to everyone in both English, Japanese and very simply in Korean. Everyone said thank you to you and asked to get pictures with you to remember the day. Luckily you had some photos from the whole day as you asked for them but this would be with everyone, your mum happily took them for you as she was outside, everyone huddled together and you couldn’t be happier taking these photos. Eventually everyone came to you for hugs, individually everyone came and gave you a tight warm hug that you would never forget. Mark was last and as he walked over, grabbed your hand and gave you a note, whispering “these are my contact details, please keep in contact with me, I had an incredible time today”, you couldn’t believe it, never mind moving. He gave you the most loving hug out of everyone and planted a kiss on your cheek, it was so sincere and sweet that you thought it was a dream. He squeezed your hand, smiled and then took his leave. You were in too much shock but you were able to wave as they left, smiling to all those sweetie pies. As you and your mum walked into the house she asked how today went, you simply looked at her and said “I have never had a better day then today”. You walked into your room, put your bag down and flopped onto the bed, squealing and carrying on like a goose as you couldn’t believe what had happened, how could anyone be so lucky. You were so glad you could go to the concert and were lucky enough to be drawn out for this amazing experience. Today was the best day of your life, now to write a tumblr post about it and text Mark, hopefully things go well there :)

(This is like my dream omg haha)

Well that was something haha, I hope you enjoyed it and it was okay haha.

~Admin Bubble