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it's us against the world (daniela avanzini x reader)

"i'd thank my lucky stars but it's tearing me apart 'cause you don't see us like i do, you don't see us from my view."

synopsis: the question that everyone always asks daniela is when she's going to tell you how she feels. but no one understands. it's a risk she isn't willing to take, especially if it means losing you and everything you two have built with each other over the past two years. tags: fluff, might get angsty but mainly fluff :) 7th member reader! an: just want to put out there that this is not a REAL portrayal of the people mentioned in this fic. all events are fictional and are for entertainment purposes only. CW: swearing, kissing wc: 5186

⏯ now playing: i do - renee rapp

Daniela realizes she has feelings for you when she’s 19 years old.

“Do you know what time it is?”

Daniela looks at you, her cheek pressed against her knees. She has her legs pulled up to her chest, hugging them in an attempt to keep them warm from the cold breeze. She sits with you on a blanket on the beach. After a long and tiring day of training, she lit up at your idea of sitting by the ocean for a few hours. She ignored your warnings to wear sweatpants and opted to wear your hoodie and shorts for the outing. But as you give her a knowing smirk, Daniela silently regrets her choices. She shrugs in response to your question, shivering slightly due to the wind picking up. You scoot closer to her, taking off your flannel. She picks her head up, opening her mouth to protest but you’re already draping the material over her legs. You pat her knees playfully, wrapping an arm around her shoulder to provide her more warmth. Daniela leans into your touch, resting her head against your shoulder and closes her eyes.

“Don’t say anything smart.” She says, hugging your arm tightly. You hum in response, letting out a soft chuckle. You grab her hand, lacing your fingers together. You whisper, teasingly, “I wasn’t gonna say anything.” Daniela pulls away slightly and scoffs. She jabs a finger into your side and it causes you to bite your lip, trying to contain your squeal. She does it again, and again, wanting to annoy you but you won’t let her win. You grab her wrists, pulling her closer to you. She laughs loudly as you wrap your arms around her, picking her up effortlessly. She ends up being the one squealing as you run toward the water.

“Y/n L/n! You BETTER not!” Your laughter rings in her ears and she wonders if this is what poets mean when they write about love. And she wonders if you feel the same way.

On your days off from training and development, Daniela takes it as an opportunity to simply relax.

She sits cross-legged on her bed, glasses perched on her nose, reading the newest book you got her from the bookstore. She plays with the string of yet another hoodie she stole from you, her brows furrowed as she becomes entranced by the story in front of her. She is about to turn the page but is pulled out of her thoughts when she hears a loud snore beside her. Daniela turns her head, glaring at your sleeping form. You’re curled up on her bed, phone still in your hand. You must have fallen asleep at one point while you were scrolling through TikTok. She notices your glasses have become askew and your mouth hangs open slightly. Your free arm hugs a plushie you brought from your dorm close to your chest and makes Daniela’s glare soften.

She reaches out, slowly taking your glasses off your face and places them on the nightstand. She grabs your phone and plugs it into her charger. She takes another look at you, admiring how pretty you looked even when you were peacefully snoring. Daniela threads her fingers through your hair, her book long forgotten as she looks at you. From across the room, Manon clears her throat loudly and Daniela looks up at her with wide eyes. She forgot her roommate was still in the room. Manon looks at Daniela with a teasing glint in her eyes and smirks. “I took a picture of you two, I can send it if you want.” The Latina rolls her eyes in response, retracting her hand from your hair. She looks down at her lap, her cheeks burning. She mumbles, “Yeah, can I have it?” Manon laughs, cackling as she grabs her phone to send Daniela the pictures. She doesn’t look up when she asks her next question. “Are you gonna tell them?” Daniela glances at you again, checking to see if you were still asleep. Your soft snores answer her question and it makes the Latina smile. “One day. We’ll see.”

You pout as you look at yourself in the mirror, hands on your hips, breathing heavily. You once again made a mistake in the choreography and it’s starting to piss you off. At this point in Dream Academy, you knew there wasn’t any room for less than perfect. There were seven spots to fill and you were determined to be one of them, even if it was the last and only spot. You take a deep breath, preparing to do the routine once more. As you are about to restart the music, you feel a tug on your arm. You look at Daniela, a small frown on your lips. She knows how hard you’ve been working– she thinks you’re the hardest worker out of everyone. There were nights where Daniela would watch you trudge tiredly to your dorm at 3 AM. There are moments in practice when she’d notice a slight limp in your leg. The Latina often worries about you and you have repeatedly told her that everything is fine.

But Daniela would be damned if she didn’t debut with you.

She places her hands on your hips, looking at you softly. Worry radiates off of her and you place your hands on her shoulders, squeezing them gently. You tilt your head, putting on a playful smile. But she sees right through your facade. She knows you too damn well but the least you could do is try to put up a front. Daniela keeps her eyes on you and whispers, “We’re in this together, remember?” You nod slowly in response, but the look in your eyes tells her otherwise. She knows you’re struggling and she is determined to help you no matter what. Daniela pulls away from you, taking a step back. She twirls her finger and points toward the mirror. “Come on, I’m gonna show you.” You raise a curious eyebrow at her, letting out a soft chuckle, “Daniela, come on–” She points toward the mirror again, a fierce look in her eyes. “Y/n so help me God! Turn your ass around so we can figure this shit out together!”

You raise your hands in defense, immediately turning around to face the mirror. She huffs in relief, stepping forward again. She places her hands on your hips and pulls you flush against her. Daniela rests her chin on your shoulder, looking into the mirror. She feels her cheeks begin to burn and she can’t help but feel frozen in place. You weren’t even doing anything, yet it was driving the Latina insane. She planned to guide you, to show you how the choreography goes. But her thoughts run wild, especially when she spots you smirking at her through the mirror. “What?” She whispers, her hands on your hips tightening.

You shake your head, shrugging your shoulders as you look at Daniela’s reflection. “Sorry. I’ve never had a hot Latina this close to me… I was getting nervous.” Your comment causes her to scoff loudly, pushing you. She walks away, her head down to hide the blush painting her entire face. She feels hot all over and she can’t help but feel annoyed with your presence at the moment. You walk over to her, your eyes wide.

“Wait, Dani! I still need your help! Dani!” Why she has such a huge crush on you? She isn't sure. But the way you wrap your arms around her waist and hold her close. The way you look at her as if she were the most important person in your life– she knows it just makes sense to fall in love with you.

Daniela sits with you on the floor of her shared dorm with Manon, shoulders touching and shaking with laughter as you finish telling her an embarrassing story from high school. She wipes her eyes, shaking her head at you. You talked about when you tried asking out a girl you were convinced you were in love with back then. However, it ended in disaster with you not getting the girl and instead got a broken arm. The Latina looks at you with a playful smile, her eyes twinkling with happiness. Over the past year, you have become her favorite person. Daniela loves everything about you. It has come to the point where seeing you has become the highlight of her entire day.

Daniela loves how you light up an entire room with just your smile. She loves how you work so hard, yet take the time to make sure everyone else is doing okay. She loves the softer side of you, the part of you coaches and judges don’t get to see. Everyone knows how confident you are, but Daniela is the only one that knows what lengths it took you to get to that point. She takes pride in being your best friend, the person you completely rely on. And it scares her shitless when she realizes that could be all over tomorrow during the live show. Her face falls when she thinks about it, the twinkle in her eye dimming slightly. Like always, you notice. Of course you do. You cup her cheek and smile softly, your thumb caressing her face gently. “What’s up?” You ask quietly. The Latina bites her lip, suddenly feeling very vulnerable in front of you.

She doesn’t quite know what to say. She sits there, looking at you with an unreadable expression. You’re about to ask her again but she raises her pinky, her lip quivering slightly. “Promise we’ll stay just like this after tomorrow. No matter what happens.” You open your mouth to respond but she covers it with her hand, a serious look in her eyes. “Do not make a stupid fucking joke right now, Y/n. I am being dead serious.” Your eyes widen, saying a muffled, ‘I wasn’t!’ behind her hand. She slowly retracts it, eyeing you suspiciously before bringing her pinky back up. You roll your eyes before linking your pinky with hers, bringing it to your lips and kissing it softly. You never break eye contact with her, keeping your gaze on her as you whisper, “I promise I’m not going anywhere,” You tilt your head, a sincerity in your eyes as you continue, “We’re gonna stay just like this even after what happens tomorrow.”

Daniela lets out a sigh of relief. She brings your pinky to her lips, copying your actions from earlier and kisses it gently. She giggles when you pull her into your arms, hugging her tightly.

Another thing about you that Daniela loves is that you never break a promise.

She squeals excitedly as you spin her around in your arms, happiness spreading throughout both your bodies. She holds onto you tightly, smiling widely because you’re debuting. Not only that, you’re debuting together. When you finally put her down, you don’t let go of each other. While everyone else celebrates, you only look at each other. It’s as if this world was made solely just for the two of you. You look at Daniela with a teasing smile, “I guess you’re stuck with me.” The Latina pulls you into another hug. She leans close to your ear and whispers, “I wouldn’t want it any other way.”

It was one thing to live in the dorms with you. But now a whole house? Daniela finds it harder to hide her feelings from you.

After you and the other six girls competed against each other for the solo room in the house, completing task after task for the sake of Katseye content, you came out victorious in the end while the others had to share their space. You sit next to Yoonchae, watching in amusement as Daniela and Manon try to argue with Megan and Lara about the rules. You glance at Sophia, who gives you a knowing look back.

“That’s the POINT of the GAME!” Megan shouts at the two girls standing, the game becoming more intense as it continues. Daniela looks at you, her eyes pleading. “Y/n! Give us some back up!” You widen your eyes, immediately shaking your head. You raise your hands in distress. “No, no. Don’t put me in this argument–” Lara cuts you off, raising a finger, “This isn’t an argument, we’re just clarifying the rules.” Megan peeks out from behind her, pointing a finger at you, “No! Are you kidding me? We’re asking Y/n? They’ll just take Daniela’s side– They always do this!” You sit up from the couch, leaning forward to argue her point. Suddenly, you and Megan begin bickering back and forth, forgetting the entire game.

“Name one time I took Dani’s side!” You sit back on the couch, crossing your arms playfully. You look at the camera with a faux serious expression, “I’ll wait.” Megan begins her list, starting from the very beginning of training and development. You keep your eyes on the camera as she continues, but it has become very obvious that you have lost your argument. Your serious expression begins to crumble as Daniela comes into frame. She sits on your lap, wrapping her arms around your neck. She leans in close to you and pouts, tilting her head to add to her puppy dog expression. “Y/n… Please just say me and Manon get the point…”

You keep your expression deadpan at the camera. “That did not look like the Olympics to me. I don’t even know what the fu- freak you were doing.” Daniela pushes off of you, stomping away from the camera as everyone erupts in laughter. Yoonchae sits on the couch, her ears covered as Sophia covers her mouth, trying to stifle her giggles. Daniela looks at you with a frown, but she knows you won’t take it seriously. She knows you’re just as happy as she is. You look at her, throwing a wink in her direction and it causes her to roll her eyes, biting her lip to contain her smile.

“You know I love you, right?” You yell at her and she flips you off, the action not caught on camera.

But she loves you too. She loves you in more ways than you would ever know. And it tears her apart every time she remembers that you don’t.

Daniela opens the door to your room, not even bothering to knock. She walks inside and flops onto your bed, sticking her tongue at you when you glance at her with an annoyed expression. You were songwriting at your desk before she came in and you were somewhat in the zone. But of course, Daniela had to make herself comfortable in your room. She does this often, going into your room unannounced. She did this at the dorms and has now found her routine doing it at the house. But Daniela knows you don’t mind. She knows you would have already set that boundary by now. She rolls onto her stomach, propping herself up with her elbows and rests her chin against her palms. “Do you wanna get dinner with me?” She hears you snicker at her question.

“Are you asking me on a date?” Daniela freezes for a moment. She looks away from you, suddenly feeling shy. That was not what she was doing and she knew you were just joking, but she couldn’t help but feel a slight aching in her chest. She wants more than anything for it to be a date, for something more with you. But she hasn’t found the courage to cross that line with you. And she isn’t sure if you felt the same way. Sure, you two were always together, always needing to be touching, maybe even making flirtatious comments toward one another. But something Daniela has come to realize about you is that you are always like that. The Latina doesn’t want to admit it, but it irks her whenever you flirt with the other members. She can’t help but stare when you’re sitting in someone else’s lap or when you kiss their cheek after they’ve done something for you.

She hates it even more when you’re like that with Eyekons and she doesn’t know why.

It has become one of your bits lately to flirt with the fans. Whether that be through the Weverse DMs or lives, you never fail to make Eyekons go crazy with your outrageous comments. She remembers one time when you told an Eyekon to their face how they were exactly your type. It took everything in Daniela to not lose her shit on the spot. The way the fan giggled at your words, the way they hugged you so tightly afterwards. Daniela wanted to pull you away and show you exactly who your type was. But the Latina wouldn’t know that information. She would like to imagine she was everything you could ever want in a girlfriend.

But here she was, feeling shy over the fact you suggested that she was asking you on a date.

In Daniela fashion though, she clicks her tongue, getting off your bed. She walks toward you, pulling you out of your chair by your hoodie. You stumble slightly as Daniela pulls you onto your feet and drags you out of your room. You were smart enough to not fight her, and you were even smarter to grab her keys for her before being manhandled out the door. If you were going anywhere with Daniela, she prefers to be the one driving.

“Mami, can you take a picture of me?” Daniela looks up from her phone, ignoring the way her breath hitched when she heard what you called her. You and Daniela were currently in one of the practice rooms together, planning for the upcoming MAMA performance. You two had been bouncing ideas off of each other, building the choreography. They were just ideas of course, but you two couldn’t contain your excitement. After everything you both went through together, you now had the opportunity to truly showcase your skills as performers. At MAMA, of all events. Every time Daniela watched you during practice, she would swell up with pride. You have grown into yourself, becoming much more self-assured. She remembers how insecure you were in the beginning of your journey, afraid of what everyone would think of you.

Now, everyone loved you. And you knew that.

Daniela stands up, stretching. You and her had been taking a break for a few minutes after practicing for so long. You hand her your phone and she pulls up the camera app, pointing it toward you. She couldn’t help the way her eyes widened when you pulled your shirt off, revealing you only in your sports bra. Her mouth goes dry and she tries to play it cool but she can’t deny how mesmerizing you are. You were currently wearing a pair of baggy black jeans and the band of your Kleins poke out just enough for everyone’s imagination. Daniela watches as you adjust them slightly, your stomach flexing as you do so. The Latina takes a quick picture, knowing you’d appreciate the candid moment.

(Also, to send to herself, she admits).

You look up at the camera, unaware of how Daniela blatantly checks you out from behind your phone. For your first pose, you decide to cross your arms over your chest, smirking at the camera. “How’s this?” You ask and Daniela just nods, giving you a thumbs up. “You look hot, baby.” You chuckle, satisfied. She takes a few pictures of you, all from different angles. Daniela directs your poses, telling you which ones to do and what kind of expression to give the camera. Throughout the photography session, Daniela couldn’t keep her eyes off of you. She thought being around you during Dream Academy was difficult. But now being in the same group as you? This was her own personal hell. And the fact you were going to post these photos for Eyekons to see and thirst over? It makes the girl’s eye twitch at the thought.

After a few more photos, and you picked the ones you’d share, you two begin practicing again. Daniela notices how you don’t put your shirt back on once you both get back on track.

Daniela Avanzini never makes a mistake. But boy, was she slipping up for the rest of the night.

It’s a random Tuesday when Manon randomly decides to ask Daniela the question that has been on everyone’s mind for two years.

“Is one day soon? Or are you guys gonna keep having this weird homoerotic friendship for the rest of our lives?” Daniela looks away from her vanity and glares at Manon. “Why would you say that?” The Ghanaian girl rolls her eyes, throwing a pillow at Daniela from across the room. Daniela manages to swat it away, looking back at the mirror to finish her make-up. “Manon! I was literally in the middle of doing my eyebrows.” She hears Manon sigh loudly in response. “Dani… Babe,” Manon looks at the Latina with an exasperated look as she continues, “You’ve been in love with them since you were 19. You’re turning 21 in like, four months.” Daniela continues to ignore her, leaning in closer to her mirror to do finishing touches on her make-up. Manon gets up from her bed and walks over to Daniela. She crosses her arms, looking at the other girl with a disapproving look. “What’s the hold up?”

Daniela shrugs, still not looking away from the mirror. “I’m not ruining our friendship.” It’s a simple response, but it holds a lot more weight than she wants to lead on. Daniela knows better than anyone else how long it has been and she knows it's been a secret for far too long. But to risk losing the best thing that has ever happened to her? She’d rather die. Manon sits on Daniela’s bed, frowning. “Dani, that’s literally not gonna happen. I bet all of the money on our next paycheck that Y/n feels the same way,” She leans closer, whispering playfully, “And I heard the next one is a good one.” Daniela scoffs, placing the cap back onto her lipstick. She sets it down and looks at herself in the mirror one last time. She finds herself lost in thought for a moment as she thinks about the possibility of you loving her back.

She thinks about holding your hand in public, going on dates with you, being able to call you hers officially.

The sound of the door opening brings her out of her daydream. Daniela snaps her head toward the sound and sees you standing at the doorway. You’re dressed nicely, hands in your pocket, as you look at Daniela with a gentle smile. “Ready to go, Mami?” Manon turns her head back to look at Daniela with a raised eyebrow. She whispers, “This whole time you were getting ready just to hang out with Y/n? You’re joking.” Daniela glares at her roommate, standing up from her vanity and walks over to you, pretending the conversation that was happening previously never happened. She holds onto your arm and you two begin making your way toward the front door. Before you leave, you hear Manon shout, “Have fun on your date!”

You look at Daniela with a teasing smile. “Is this a date?” Daniela pushes you in response, covering her face in embarrassment as you lead her to your car.

Daniela lies in bed one night, watching your live that you randomly decided to do. You had asked the Latina if she would like to join, but if she were being honest, she was quite tired of hiding her new hair from Eyekons. The TikToks were fun, but it was becoming such a hassle trying to hide her hair in her beanie. And by the time you asked her, she was already cozy in bed with her glasses on. She giggles softly at something you say during the live, her smile getting wider as she watches you continue awkwardly telling a story to the Eyekons about something that happened today.

The Latina has come to the conclusion that she is undeniably in love with you. And she isn’t sure how long she can keep up with her secret.

Watching you grow into the person you are now, the person on the screen, has made Daniela realize just how amazing you are. At first, when she first started to realize her feelings for you, she thought it was a fleeting feeling. If she ignored it long enough, it would go away eventually. However, the more she tried ignoring it, the more she fell for you. With every silly smile you threw her, every quip and joke, your charming personality, it only drew the Latina closer to you. Even as two years came and went, the relationship between you and Daniela never changed. You promised and it was a promise you upheld with every fibre of your being. And Daniela is grateful that you are still the same person she met all those years before.

She continues watching you, adoration clear in her eyes. At some point, the topic of conversation shifted and you began talking about relationships you’ve had in the past. It makes Daniela grimace slightly but she tries to remind herself that it was only the past. Meaning, they no longer exist in your life. She watches as you nervously rub the back of your neck when you talk about the people you were with in high school. Suddenly, you lean in closer to the screen, a comment obviously catching your eye. You laugh loudly, throwing your head back. Daniela furrows her brow, curious as to what you read.

“If you could date anyone in the group, who would it be? Um… Dani, for sure,” Your words hit the Latina. Her heart begins to beat out of her chest as she continues listening to you, “But, I’m pretty sure I’m not her type though so… That’s kind of disappointing.” You laugh again, but Daniela notices a shift in your mood. The way your smile doesn’t quite reach your eyes. Your face falls slightly but you quickly read another comment as if to hide what you’re truly feeling. It makes Daniela’s head spin and before she can stop herself, she hops out of bed and runs out of the room.

You’re replying to more comments when you hear a banging on your door. You jump slightly at the unexpected interruption, turning around in your seat. You look back at the camera with a sheepish smile. “Hold on, pardon the interruption, chat.” You get up from the chair, walking to the door. When you open it, you smile happily when you see your best friend. However, your smile falters when you notice the Latina slightly in distress. You whisper, “Are you okay? I can end the live…” Daniela only nods in response, biting her lip. You quickly turn around, running toward the camera with an apologetic look in your eyes. “Sorry guys, duty calls. We’ll talk soon, okay?” You wave goodbye, ending the live. You turn toward the Latina with a worried expression.

“Dani? Are you–” She cuts you off, grabbing your face. She presses her lips against yours forcefully, but softly at the same time. The way she kisses you is almost desperate, as if she had been waiting to do it for a very long time. But you immediately respond, placing your hands on her hips because this was exactly what you’ve been waiting for. You pull her closer, your hands reaching up to thread into her hair. She lets out a soft sigh and it drives you even crazier. Her lips move against yours in a rhythm that makes you believe you were meant to be right here, with her. She pulls away for a moment, catching her breath. When you open your eyes, you see a slight daze in her eyes and it makes your heart beat rapidly. “What was that for?” You ask, breathless, a smile playing at your lips as you hear her giggle.

Daniela cups your cheeks with her hands and looks at you lovingly. She bites her lip, “I do…” She lets out a soft chuckle, looking down at the ground for a brief second before looking back up at you with the same loving stare. “I mean– you are. Exactly my type. Literally everything I could want in a partner so…” You tilt your head, your grin growing bigger. “So?” Daniela kisses you again. This time, it was much more gentle. Her hands move from your cheeks to the back of your neck, pulling you even closer. Two years is a long time, but it was so worth the wait.

You’re playing a game with Yoonchae when Daniela walks into the room, throwing her phone at you.

Your eyes widen, wincing when it hits your chest. Yoonchae glances at Daniela, noticing the agitated look in her eyes. She takes it as her cue to leave, pausing the game. She leans toward you and whispers, “I think you’re cooked.” You look at Yoonchae, confused. The Korean girl only stands up from the couch, making a beeline out of the room. Daniela continues looking at you, slightly annoyed. You extend your arms out to her, gesturing for her to come and hug you. “What’s up, Mami?” Daniela ignores your arms and points at you, her expression becoming more serious. “Keep flirting with Eyekons over Weverse. See what happens.” Your mouth gapes open in realization, then suddenly, you begin to laugh.

Daniela was jealous over your messages on Weverse?

Your laughter subsides when you notice Daniela not laughing with you and instead, her expression is even deadlier, if that was even possible. You grab her phone, unlocking it to see the damage you made on Weverse. You had to admit– these were pretty bad. You stand up from the couch, handing the phone back to your girlfriend. You pout, “No more flirting.” Daniela nods, crossing her arms. She murmurs something under her breath but it was too quiet for you to hear. You frown, pulling her into your arms. She keeps her arms crossed as you whisper into her ear, “What was that, baby?” She sighs, resting her head on your shoulder. She whispers back, “People need to know you’re mine.” You chuckle softly, holding her closer. You kiss the top of her head. “I think I can figure something out. You know, without getting in trouble with the boss.” You feel her laugh in your arms and she uncrosses her arms, hugging you back.

You: dany/n truthers

You: are yall in the building?

You: the superior ship so true

You: im lowk a simp for her but that stays between us

Dani: what did y/n say in their dms?

Dani: we’re the superior ship LMAOOO

Dani: they wish <3

an: do you guys get nervous every time i post a new fic bc u think ill break ur heart? i promise im not that mean LOL i hope u guys enjoyed, lmk what u think. fluff bc ive been feelin pretty good lately. <3

requests are open

#katseye x reader #katseye imagines #megan skiendiel #daniela avanzini #manon bannerman #lara raj #sophia laforteza #jeong yoonchae #katseye #daniela avanzini x reader

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codecicle-archive · 8 months ago

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hi ash, could i utilise your mega autism for a moment? would it be possible for you to provide me with some good reference images for drawing Charlie's face ie front and side profiles ect? plus any tips on details you think are important? No pressure ofc! Just thought this might be something you had a lot of thoughts about anyway, if not then please don't go out of your way I am indeed capable of using google, it just takes longer and is less fun than talking to a cool guy XD

YES. YES ALWAYS AND FOREVER. GLADLY. ABSOLUTELY. Here's references + notes under the cut!

First of all, go -> here <- for a guide by razberypuck, which is perfect and explains everything better than I ever could.

Second of all, he has some pretty distinct features of both his face and his body that are important to keep in mind, which is mainly what I'll be talking about :-)

Third of all, not all these features need to be kept, especially when you consider styles and the tendency to drop certain parts of the body or face once you've learned the rules enough to break them. Im just listing them all so people know what features work well with their style and what features don't ^_^

His hair is very messy and fluffy, kinda like cowlicks for his entire head. His front hair typically comes down into bangs that curve towards the right, while the rest goes in every direction possible. (This is also true going back years ago. He just combed it a certain way, so you'd only see the fluffy cowlicks in the back of his head)

Another thing I wanna point out is his Adam's apple, which is very prominent ! I kept ted in the photo to show the difference ^_^

Also! No matter what era you're drawing from, his eyebrows shape a LOT of his face. They're really thick!

3/4ths views to show it more clearly, his jawline is relatively soft! And his old frames are clunky. He has a really pretty hooked nose which curves down towards the tip of it. Otherwise, it's pretty much a triangle! If you're drawing him from the side, keeping the little triangle dip on the side of his nose can help you find the general shape easier.

Also! The above images are really good examples of his mouth. I don't have many notes on this, but if you're going for anything 1 to 1 of him, I'd recommend keeping the curve of his cheeks downward when his mouth is closed, and the curve upward when he's smiling. He has visible cheekbones that make the area around his mouth appear very round

^ this is a great reference that shows everything I've been talking about. 1: triangle on the side of his nose to show the curve from the front 2: thick eyebrows 3: visible cheekbones and small curves around his mouth 4: cowlick hair

Also, he's very buff! Chulked out 2 the max. Some of these images came from me being a major hater over art of him, before remembering people can do whatever they want forever. But I can use it now! Charlie has wide shoulders, natural tummy, and gigantic tits.

He's visibly wider than Tommy and Ranboo, with a frame closer to Sneeg and James in build. He's strong!! He's really really strong!! I feel like people forget Just How Strong This Guy Is.

Also heres an image from and older post of mine, which I designed while trying to explain why he doesn't look That Different without the glasses (2 me). It's pretty much everything I said above, but summarized in a photo!

source: bro trust me and also source: the final 2 images i could fit on mobile which are 2 random face studies I have of him nearby. I have better one's but i can't find them right now so take these okay bye bye

+ I'm so sorry if this made 0 sense I'm very tired ^_^

#i make yet anothet post just for me 👍#we have mail :]#hope this helps :-)

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yumenoyousei · 8 months ago

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Since I finished posting Awaking in Gotham, here are a lot of notes I have for this universe

(It's like really long)

I refuse (for now) to write in Jason’s POV in this universe because I would have to quote books and that means doing research and reading even more old books I haven't read in forever and I just went nope. So instead here are a few facts about him in this universe:

He was always kind of interested in Shay but just didn’t want to mix a civilian to vigilante/crime lord drama. But when he came back as Jason Todd and saw her Jason Todd video (and with Dick’s meddling) started to think that he could date her and that she'd get it (get him). Got really smitten during her vigilante speech at the gala but was still reluctant because again, vigilante life. He fell a bit more at the cookout and was disappointed not to kiss her in the car (Shay is right, it was totally her fault.)

At the gala, Jason is seen smoking and then doesn’t do it for the rest of the story. That’s because he only smokes when anxious and/or when feeling nostalgic. I wanted to make Shay ask about it but never could find a scene that fitted.

I absolutely love the headcanon about Jason being Mexican and when I first wrote the story I was going to go with it but then I started having ideas about Catherine being Mexican-American (like born in the US from Mexican parents) but Willis being white. So Jason would’ve grown up with a lot of Mexican culture and thought he was half-Mexican. So he would have this guilt towards his Mexican heritage that isn’t really his when discovering that Catherine wasn't his bio mom. I have in my head this whole side story about Maria helping him get back to it and ease his guilt towards it. (I have this scene in my head of Jason and Shay dancing to a classic Latino song and Jason having a moment, remembering Catherine but again, it'd have to be in Jason's POV and 🫠)

Talking about Maria, she was like a big sister to Jason when he was little. Like Shay mentioned, she wanted to adopt him when people at the center realized Catherine had died but she was only 17 at the time. It was always one of her regrets that she hadn't been able to help Jason more.

I keep mentioning Maria and Diego's kids in the story but never took the time to introduce them lol. Mainly because I couldn't decide on names. All I know is that they have twin boys around 7 and a little girl around 5.

As mentioned in the story, Diego is working for the Red Hood, the one Shay asked to pass on the letter. Diego is mostly an informant and doesn’t get his hands dirty (but he will if necessary.) He absolutely adores Shay and Deena and is very protective of them, but mostly Shay because she doesn’t have direct family in Gotham anymore. He’s also super scared she’d put her nose in business she has no matter in and gets stuck.

Diego absolutely knows that Jason is the Red Hood. I had this prequel story where Jason had gotten hurt and Diego helped him and saw a glimpse of him but they both never talked about it, so Jason knows that Diego knows but he trust him. (He did vet him + he was happy to see Maria had gotten married to a good man). Like mentioned in the story, Diego is the reason Jason heard a lot about Shay.

When Shay started crushing on Jason, Diego was a tad worried. When they started to date, Diego did an undirected shovel talk to the Red Hood. Lmao

(Also makes that scene in the cookout when Shay introduce them to one another very funny to me lol)

We don’t see it as much as I'd like because Shay is an absolute unreliable narrator but she is a social butterfly. She’s the type that an event will be stopped at every corner to talk with people (to Jason’s annoyance). She doesn’t view herself as social because she rarely goes to people unless she knows them compared to Deena, who can converse with anyone. By the end of ‘Awaking in Gotham’ she is often asked for selfies and always chats with her fans.

Characters I haven't written about but really wanted to:

The Hoes (affectionate)

They are the group of people in the center who are known to sleep around. Monica is the one who started it all and name them. Very fun to hang around, party with or have a deep convo about love and sex. They always have tea to spill. People come and go but the core has been there for a few years. Deena used to be a more active member. They call Shay an honorary member (because Shay refused to sleep around with the people of the community)

I only mentioned them in my nsfw fic "All For You" but I do plan to mention one member in a oneshot Epilogue I wrote. I have a bunch of little scenes with them in my head and I love them so much! The fact I haven't written a full scene of Shay interacting with them is a real crime.

Anyway, the core members:

the "leader" Monica - pansexual. used to be a stripper and sex worker. enjoyed her job. is very sex open and likes to educate the young about it. sometime after "Awaking in Gotham", release a luxury line of sex toys. One line is based on (of age) Heroes and Villains of Gotham, to the Batfam's horror (people have done it before but hers are so good that it gets very popular, I have an fic idea on this that im not sure Im gonna write)

Renee - bisexual but heteroromantic. is a stripper but never sold sex. also very sexually open. had an on/off relationship with Zee. Used to be way closer to Shay (even if Shay judged her for dating her brother) until Zee died and both got too much into their grief. Are still good friends but it'll never be the same.

* if Zee had stayed alive, they would've eventually gotten together (most likely in an open relationship) and would've had a kid.

Carla - a helpless romantic who has the flair to date the worst man. she's a hoe in spite of herself. Makes terrible decisions. you wanna root for her but she a dumpster fire when it comes to relationships (she'll learn... hopefully). Absolutely terrible at school but very good with people so she works in retail and enjoys it

Julie - bisexual disaster. will sleep with anyone. always managed to get into fights for sleeping with committed people. Used to fight with Renee when she tried (and succeeded) sleeping with Zee. a grad student. Shay lowkey cannot stand her.

Luka - so gay. is a hoe mostly because he is scared of commitment. Becomes great friends with Alex. Admires Jess so much. will absolutely destroy you if you dressed like trash next to him. Undergrad in marketing because of his parents but wants to study fashion

Nick - stripper. Sometimes sell sex. Also bisexual disaster. Was reluctant to join the hoes until he slept with Julie. Had the biggest crush on Deena until she turned him down cause she saw him as a brother. A lot of self-esteem issues. Super smart but bad at school which is why he’s not in college even if he wants to.

Last but not least (because omg this is so long) here a note I wrote at work trying to decide everyone's age lol:

(Shay was on another (way more chaotic) memo but she's the same age as Jason)

If you made it here, thank you so much for reading my rambling!!❤️

#dc oc #jason todd x oc #Shay Frank #jayshay #my fic #fic writing #fic notes #it so long im really grateful if you read all of this lol

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aollosjustlurking · 2 years ago

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you know the deal by now, "folklore" by taylor swift is an amazing retelling of virgil leaving the dark sides dripping in past anxceit. today's addition is focussed on "illicit affairs". this one is very focused on an anxceit breakup btw.

TW: unsympathetic deceit? it's from virgil's point of view so it's not very complimentary of janus, but it's also not that accusetory or anything. just kinda calls him a liar, which is sort of on the nose i'd say.

Make sure nobody sees you leave Hood over your head, keep your eyes down Tell your friends you're out for a run You'll be flushed when you return Take the road less traveled by Tell yourself you can always stop What started in beautiful rooms Ends with meetings in parking lots

hood mention everybody! hood mention! this song tells a story of virgil trying to maintain a relationship with janus while simultaneously trying to become closer with the light sides (i see this as just before his acceptance but you could see it as a little bit after as well). whether this secrecy is because virgil thinks it's necessary or because janus thinks it's necessary is up to interpretation.

And that's the thing about illicit affairs And clandestine meetings and longing stares

despite virgil and janus' relationship not being one of adultry, it is still "illicit" due to how the others view them. It's born from just one single glance But it dies, and it dies, and it dies A million little times

the ending of their relationship was a long time coming I think. they are in their very nature not incredibly well suited for each other, i mean lies literally make virgil more anxious, so their relationship had to be a messy one. the idea that it would die a million times before they truly cut it off is fitting.

Leave the perfume on the shelf That you picked out just for him So you leave no trace behind Like you don't even exist

if we stick with the timeline of this being just before virgil's acceptance, it makes sense for virgil to not feel as though he exists in this moment. he's drifting away from the dark sides, notably janus, but also is not accepted by the light sides yet.

Take the words for what they are A dwindling, mercurial high A drug that only worked The first few hundred times

virgil knows he cannot trust the lofty claims janus makes about their relationship because he knows janus. he might've believed more in the beginning, but not anymore.

And that's the thing about illicit affairs And clandestine meetings and stolen stares They show their truth one single time But they lie, and they lie, and they lie A million little times

this would be why virgil believed in this relationship at the start. one moment of vulnerability and truth from janus that gave virgil hope, only to be followed by millions of lies.

And you wanna scream Don't call me "kid" Don't call me "baby"

we've seen through interactions between virgil and patton that virgil does not appreciate being patronized or being treated as a small little thing. additionally i would argue that he has felt this behavior from janus. we know janus has the capability because of how he talked down to virgil in the courtroom episode and how he's treated roman as of late. Look at this godforsaken mess that you made me You showed me colors You know I can't see with anyone else

the dark sides actually seem pretty close. virgil sort of references this when he tell thomas that he should've known how to deal with remus. i feel as though that because the dark sides are outcasted the way that they are, they are able to behave more freely around each other because they understand each other better. the light sides hide things from each other all of the time, mainly emotions and thoughts. what virgil is referencing is the freedom he felt with janus to a certain degree that he no longer has.

Don't call me "kid" Don't call me "baby" Look at this idiotic fool that you made me You taught me a secret language I can't speak with anyone else

additional to the last point, you could tie this to that theory on the dark sides all having a way to communicate directly to thomas without the others interrupting. janus can silence others, remus can draw everyone's attention directly to him, and virgil has that distorted voice we see in "moving on". this could be a "secret language" that virgil can no longer utilize because he is considered a light side now.

And you know damn well For you, I would ruin myself A million little times

despite leaving the dark sides being a major event for his character, virgil seems intenesly loyal. he has that sort of "ride or die" vibe about him. evidence of this could be that even now when he hates the dark sides, he still never refers to them as "dark sides", he always uses the term "others". he will not diminish them to "dark sides". you could argue that this is because he doesn't want thomas to view him as dark, but he has been using the alternative name for years, even before he told thomas his history. this proves that a bit of him is still somewhat looking out for janus and the others, even if just a little.

#idk why the formatting is being weird sorry all #sander sides #thomas sanders #taylor swift #ts #virgil sanders #janus sanders #thomas sanders and taylor swift are my favorite things #folklore #illicit affairs #anxceit #past anxceit #anxceit angst

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allofasudden00 · 3 years ago

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I’ve lost a fair bit of weight and I’ve gotten new clothing, these things have risen my confidence again. And since I am feeling myself I decided recently to draw up a portrait of myself. I posted it to Instagram... but I decided to rip the bandaid off because I quite like how it turned out.

#suddenrandomthings #I look a bit orange #but overall this came out better than I thought tbh #I look worse in person trust me #if this was a side view I'd mainly be nose #My nickname growing was sparrow because my sisters said my nose was like a beak #A bit rude but I like the nickname #self portrait #myart

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its-an-obsession · 3 years ago

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Comfort in the One's You Love

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A/N: Not really happy about how I wrote this, but I liked the idea so I just thought I'd role with it. Definitely not my favorite one I've written, but what the hell? Enjoy! 😊

Summary: You and Rafe have been dating for about a year, but over the course of two months you've noticed that he's been acting distant and more closed off than usual. When visiting the Cameron's, you can't help notice certain things that seem off. Of course it's more worse than you could ever imagine. When your friends - and the whole island - catch wind about what happened, JJ's there to make everything better.

Notes:

Y/N/N: Your Nickname

Y/L/N: Your Last Name

Y/H/C: Your Hair Color

Warnings (let me know if I missed any):

Language

Underage Drinking

Sexual Innuendos

JJ Maybank x-reader

The crisp wind brushed against me as I rode my skateboard on the concrete sidewalk. Cars flew past me, the driver's occasionally waving to me or shooting me a tender smile. My boyfriend's house came into view once I had pulled to the front. Our one year anniversary was today. Rafe and I had talked about spending the whole day together.

We planned on watching our favorite movies, well mainly his, and visiting the restaurant we went to for our first date. The only thing that seemed to seep it's way into my mind was the way Rafe had been acting. He seemed more hostile and reserved then he was at the beginning of our relationship. I've learned not to ask questions when he didn't want to answer.

I had spent over two weeks saving up money to get Rafe an anniversary gift, an expensive watch to be exact; one that he had been looking at on Chapel Hill. Fingers crossed that it works. I hopped off my board and picked up the nose as I stepped foot onto the driveway. A sport cars sat on the driveway, a bright yellow Porsche.

"Since when did Rafe get a new car?" I thought, carrying my board. A thick grey stripe was on the hood of the neon yellow Porsche which extended from the top to the emblem at the front. I knocked on the front door and waited for Rafe to open it. My foot tapped on the porch as I reached for the red velvet box from my backpack.

The front door opened up, revealing a disheveled looking Rafe Cameron. I could hear voices in the background. "Hey, what're you doing here?" he questioned. "I uh, I wanted to give you, your-" I started, but was cut off by a girls voice from behind my boyfriend.

Rafe turned to her and told her to go back to the room. He looked back to me with my brows furrowed. "Who was that?" I asked, peering over his shoulder slightly. "Oh, the maid," he answered. I nodded in response, not wanting to get any more information. Rafe watched me as I glanced back at the parked car in the circled driveway. "When did you get a new car?" I asked. He followed my glance, catching sight of the yellow Porsche.

He scratched the back of his neck with a hand still holding the door knob. Rafe cleared his throat and turned behind him then looked back at me. "Oh, that's uh-that's Sarah's. Dad gave her it as an early birthday present," he answered. An awkward silence settled between the two of us, something that didn't usually happen.

"Isn't her birthday, like three months away," I said, laughing but earned a raise of a brow from Rafe.

"Hey, now's not really a good time. Why don't you come by tomorrow?" he said. I opened my mouth to speak, but yet nothing came out. My brows furrowed again, my heart clenching at the sound of his statement. "Okay. Yeah, I'll uh see you tomorrow," I replied.

Rafe gave me an unconvincing smile and closed the front door with the girls voice from earlier erupting. I could hear giggling from the other side of the door. Without hesitation, I grabbed my phone and dialed Sarah's number. "Hey, love," she greeted, using her nickname for me.

I smiled as my spirits rose slightly but dropped once I remembered what was happening. "Hey. I'm at your house, giving Rafe his anniversary gift," I answered. Sarah shushed the boys with the help of Kiara of course.

She brought her attention back to me, telling me to continue speaking. I let out a sigh and set my skateboard onto the concrete driveway. "Listen, has Rafe had anyone over since this morning?" I asked. It went quiet on the other end of the call with Sarah trying to figure out what to say next.

I stood on my board, preparing to ride away from the house once my friend replied. "I mean he had someone come over, but I left before I knew who it was," Sarah answered. I nodded as if she could see me respond. "Okay, thanks," I stated.

"Everything alright?" Sarah asked before I could hang up the phone. I quickly told her I was fine then ended the call. This wasn't the first time that Rafe had canceled our date.

Just last month Rafe had told me, he needed to cancel our movie date because something came up with his dad. Of course, I said it was alright; already knowing that if I asked anymore questions, Rafe would get all secretive and push me away just like he always did. I ignored my inner thoughts while I strolled towards the side of the house.

"Can't believe I'm about to do this," I muttered. My back pressed against the brick wall of the Cameron's household. I stopped walking, peering into the window beside me. There Rafe Cameron and the girl from earlier stood in the frame of his bedroom.

His hand rested on the side of her face, his free hand resting on her bare shoulder. My heart dropped to the pit of my stomach. I quickly whipped my head back and bolted away from the brick wall, carefully that the two wouldn't see me.

The front door tore open with Rafe calling my name. He must've noticed me from the window. My so-called boyfriend roughly grabbed me by the shoulder and turned me around to look at him. A small tear slid down my tanned face I looked at him. "What the fuck, Rafe?" I said.

His hookup - or whatever - stood at the front door, leaning up against the frame with her arms crossed. Rafe ran a hand across his jaw as he looked at me. "Y/N/N, it was nothing, okay?" he said.

"Really? Rafe, she's wearing your clothes. There are literal hickeys on your neck, and I sure as hell know those aren't from me," I argued, "Your hair is all over the place. There's a brand new car in the driveway, which is not Sarah's might I add."

Rafe's jaw was clenched while he looked everywhere but me. I could sense he was searching his head to try and figure out some sort of explanation that would soothe the situation. A long awkward silent settled between my cheating boyfriend and I. "You could've just told me. We could've just settled this earlier," I spoke, breaking the pause.

He remained silent after my response. Rafe didn't try to stop me when I hopped on my board, heading straight home. I felt my throat grow sore as I tried to withhold my tears, not wanting to cry in front of people that passed me. I wasn't prepared to explain to some random person what just happened.

They were sure to figure it out soon enough. I already knew that I was going to be bombarded with questions once I got to the chateau. Rafe and I were supposed to visit The Shore for a late lunch, but of course that wasn't happening anymore. When I arrived home JJ was sitting on my front porch, flipping through his phone.

My best friend looked up from his cell phone, greeting me with a large grin. He got up from the rocking chair. "Hey, what're you doing here?" I asked, walking up the front steps. He leaned against the pillar and slipped his phone into the pocket of his swim shorts.

"Why didn't you just use the key I gave you?" I inquired, pulling my own keys out to unlock the front door. He chuckled and ran a hand down the back of his neck. "Forgot it at John B's," JJ answered. His smile got bigger when I softly chuckled, trying to do my best at convincing him that I was alright.

JJ Maybank always seemed to figure out what I was thinking. It was a blessing and a curse. Guess that's what happens when you've been friends since third grade. "You alright? You seem quiet," JJ mentioned as I opened the front door. I nodded in response and set my purse on the kitchen counter.

He didn't push even more, realizing that I didn't want to answer truthfully. JJ knew that I would open up when I was ready. "I'm gonna get changed then we can head to John B's," I stated, walking towards the steps. My childhood best friend sent me a wink and plopped on the living room couch.

I felt my cheeks rise to a light shade of pink at the sudden action. I ignored the feeling and stepped into my room to get changed. It had been - what felt like - a long day, and all I wanted to do was to change into some clothes and hangout with my friends. I found my favorite pair of jean shorts and a black tank top.

The charm bracelet Rafe had gifted me for my birthday stayed around my wrist. It didn't take long until I unclasped it, dropping it into the bottom drawer of the jewelry box. JJ was still sprawled out on the sofa when I walked out. "Ready to go?" I asked, taking my bag from the granite counter.

JJ jumped up from the patterned couch with two thumbs up. I laughed and followed him out to his truck. The two of us sat in comfortable silence, watching the houses and thick trees fly past the truck. JJ tapped his fingers on the steering wheel as his favorite song played on the radio.

He happened to glance down at my arm that rested on the seats rest. JJ furrowed his brows at the missing sight of the bracelet. "You aren't wearing Rafe's gift," he commented. I hummed in response and looked up at him. JJ motioned towards my arm once he was stopped at a red light.

"Oh! It broke while I was at work," I answered, "I'll get it fixed."

All JJ did was nod in response. I just hope he didn't ask any further questions. However, I should know by now that JJ doesn't take no for an answer. "Thought you were gonna go to that Kooklandia restaurant," he thought, glancing at me then to the road ahead of us.

I shrugged and looked out of the window to find a family of three playing in the front yard of their unique house. JJ sighed and ran a hand through his messy blonde hair. "Rafe was preoccupied with something, so we had to cancel the reservations," I answered.

"On your anniversary?" JJ said.

"On our anniversary," I repeated, nodding along. He scoffed and shook his head. JJ's hair tossed slightly when he shook his head. JJ pulled the truck down John B's street, meaning we had exactly four minutes until the others would ask me more questions. "You'd tell me if something was going on, right?" he asked.

"Yeah, of course," I replied. JJ smiled and pulled into the pebbled driveway of the chateau. Pope and John B stood across from one another, passing a football back and forth while Kiara and Sarah sat on the hammock with drinks in their hands.

My four friends looked away from what they were doing and smiled when JJ and I arrived. I opened the passenger door with JJ following pursuit. Sarah and Kiara moved over so I could sit in the middle of the two of them. "I'll go get you a drink," John B said, giving me a fist bump.

Pope picked up the football and went to help JJ grab some stuff from the truck. "Hey, did Rafe tell you whose Porsche that was?" Sarah asked, taking the last sip of her drink. I swallowed the lump in my throat and nodded my head. "Whose was it?" Kiara inquired, sitting back so she could face me.

I looked up from the ground and huffed, despite my lip beginning to quiver. Pope and JJ each grabbed a bag of groceries and walked into the chateau which left the two girls and I outside. "Um, Rafe and I broke up," I shakily spoke. Both of them sat up straight and looked at me with raised brows.

"That Porsche belonged to some random girl. It looked like he had been cheating on me for awhile," I continued speaking. Sarah threw her arm around my shoulders and brought me to her side. Kiara rubbed my back in a soothing motion. Sarah waved her hand when John B stepped out of the screened in porch with my drink.

It felt like forever until I pulled away from Sarah with my cheeks puffy from tears. Kiara set her drink as well as Sarah's onto the ground below the hammock. "Something tells me I should've seen it coming," I added, earning a kind smile from the two of them.

Kiara set a sisterly kiss on my forehead. Sarah fixed the strap of my shirt that had dropped from my shoulder. "Don't say that. Sure Rafe's an asshole, but - Y/N you always see the best in people. Rafe just isn't someone who is good?" Sarah said, trying her best to make me feel better.

"Thanks?" I spoke. Kiara chuckled and swung her legs over the hammock. She stood up and knelt in front of me, taking my hands into hers. "What Sarah's trying to say, is you shouldn't blame yourself for something that you can't control, alright? This isn't your fault, got that?" Kiara said, "Rafe is stupid to pass a chance on the Y/N train."

Her smile got bigger when I laughed at her cheesy statement. Sarah tucked a strand of hair behind my ear, setting a hand on my lower back. "Now, John B's throwing a kegger tonight, and I don't know about you, but I could really use a drink," Kiara said, bringing me up from the hammock.

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(Time Skip: Four hours later - Third Person View)

The sun had set and the moon hung loose in the dark sky. Teenagers spread across the boneyard, dancing with their friends or their significant others. Y/N felt so much better then she did about four hours ago. She wasn't sure if it was the alcohol, but she wasn't complaining.

Her arms swayed above her head to the music coming from some Tourons speaker. Sarah and Kiara had stayed by her side the whole night, keeping a close eye on their friend just incase something bad were to happen. Luckily, neither of them had caught sight of Rafe and his posse. JJ, Pope and John B stood near a small bonfire, teasing the Kooks and Tourons that passed by.

As usual, JJ's attention was always on the new Tourons that were attending the keggers; but now since JJ had heard that Y/N and Rafe had broken up, his attention was only on the Y/H/C haired girl. "Dude, you awake over there?" John B asked, nudging his best friend's shoulder. JJ stumbled a bit and looked at JB with raised brows.

"You've been staring at Y/N like she's going to poof out of existence," John B said.

JJ rolled his eyes and glanced back at the girl to find her stumbling over to the keg. He cursed underneath his breath, telling the two boys that he'd be right back. JJ grabbed Y/N's cup before she could get more. "Yo, pretty boy!" she exclaimed, "Give it!" JJ set the red Solo cup onto the ground and held Y/N up straight.

"Oh! JJ! How you doin'?" Y/N slurred, smiling.

"I think you're done for the night," JJ said, ignoring her drunk glare. He motioned to his friends that he was taking Y/N back to the chateau. He wrapped an arm around her to help her walk, but she still managed to stumble over pebbles.

Within about ten minutes, JJ had successfully gotten to the chateau. He withheld his laugh as Y/N began humming the tune to her favorite song. JJ's grip on her tightened as he pushed open the side door of the chateau. Y/N felt a gurgling sensation at the bottom of my stomach.

JJ Maybank didn't hesitate to lead his best friend over to the bathroom. JJ let go of Y/N just as she leaned over the toilet, practically puking her guts out. JJ rushed over to her to hold her hair back. Y/N coughed and laughed, pressing her back against the coolness of the bathtub. “Never, ever let me drink again,” Y/N muttered.

Her best friend couldn't help but snicker in response to Y/N's statement. JJ reached over and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, making sure it wouldn't fly in her face. She girl covered her mouth and hovered over the toilet once more.

“Damn, thought you liked me Y/L/N,” JJ said, laughing.

Y/N responded with a flip of her finger, giving her best friend the bird. She leaned back with her arms resting on her bare knees. The two of them fell into a comfortable silence. Y/N glanced down at her wrist, her mind wandering over to the missing charm bracelet.

The corners of her mouth lowered into a frown. Her finger ran down the side of her wrist where the bracelet once was. Y/N felt a single tear slide down her face. "R-Rafe and I broke up," she mumbled - stuttering - but JJ could still hear. He sighed and moved forward to join Y/N's side. He looked at her with a sympathetic smile.

"I'm not asking for pity. I'm just stating the fact that it-it actually happened," Y/N spoke, voice cracking slightly. JJ took her hand into his and lightly kissed the top, making sure he didn't make her uncomfortable. Y/N swallowed the lump in her throat and wiped her tears away. "Is there anything I can-" JJ started.

"Just be here for me, please," Y/N interrupted. He nodded and lightly kissed the top of her head, putting an arm around her shoulders as he continued to hold her hand. The two sat on the cold tiled flooring in each other's arms until Y/N was ready to stand up and go to bed.

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