#like actually completely and totally unexpected. I am not even being sarcastic

[plumdale]

unplanned pregnancy hello 😀

[fuckingdeadbutroyal]

Jasonette July- Soulmate AU- Part 4

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5

!Season 3 spoilers coming right ahead!

A tiny sigh escaped Maris lips as she felt her body filling up with energy. “He ate. I think I’ll be fine in a few”, she told her partner, who was currently swimming next to her. She hadn’t dared to detransform for a day now, knowing that doing so would mean her finally collapsing. The duo hasn’t been wasting time, though. Theyvwere trying to come up with a new plan. Ladybug told him all about her being the new Guardian of the Miraculous, about Chat Blanc and Bunnix. Pointed out how if Bunnix hasn’t turned up yet, that meant that they could handle the situation. Explained why she wouldn’t dare share her identity with him, even though she wanted to, because of how she couldn’t afford to risk him turning into Chat Blanc again. Ladybug told him about her soulmate. Now he finally understood how she had such incredible stamina and... had a hard time agreeing to the two of them staying as nothing more than friends.

Adrien did not disregard their friendship as something unimportant. Knowing that he was Ladybugs best friend and feeling that she was just as well his... best friend, his partner, the person he could rely on the most. It was amazing, unique and so very very important to him.

That didn’t mean he wasn’t hurt, though. He loved her and she liked him, they both knew that. It just was never enough. Not for Adrien.Now was not the time to grieve his broken heart, though. He was used to suppressing his emotions due to Hawkmoths terror. He could keep it together for a little longer.

Now that all their cards were laid out on the table, they were ready to come up with a plan.

“Look. I can’t cast my cure while the akuma is still out there. Creation doesn’t work with destruction working actively against it.”, Ladybug told Chat who, though currently detransformed as Adrien, winced. The word “Destruction” has already intergrated itself as a trigger, setting off a bad reaction in the teenagers mind. Plagg did not like that in the slightest. “Kid, you’ve gotta get it together. Yes I am the god of D-Trigger, but I’m also the God of Chaos and let me tell ya, I can’t sense a hint of chaos on that dusty dirtbag out there.” Adrien smirked, a drained, sarcastical smile forming on his lips. “Are you trying to tell me I have another power you’ve just forgotten to mention?” 

The heroes knew they still weren’t off age and therefore didn’t have access to their full potential. That didn’t stop hope from lighting up in the backs of the duos hearts. They already couldn’t use the other Miraculous power, since all of the previous Miraculous holders were eliminated on day three, due to Hawkmoth already knowing their identities (thanks to what he had done on heroes day two years ago) and him finding the civilian heroes’ hiding places before Ladybug and Chat Noir could even locate their presence in Paris. Searching for new holders was clearly not a good idea. They couldn’t risk throwing someone inexperienced and terrified into a battle they didn’t know how to win yet.

But if Chat could use a new power? 

That would be the element of surprise they needed! Adriens 18th Birthday was just around the corner, there's a chance it could work!

"Nah, he's not in the right condition to try, too young and way too exhausted"

Bye bye little flame of hope.

"But if you were to get some ACTUAL sleep and eat some fucking food? You would totally make it."

"Wait what?", Marinettes eyes were the size of asteroids. They had a chance! She just had to get him to one of those bunkers so he could get some sleep and then..."Then we'll have to go without it. I'm not leaving you alone milady."

Oh, yeah, there was that tiny detail she had forgotten. The two of them were too protective of each other to leave their partner to their own devices and Ladybug entering any building was not an option.The girl let out a frustrated huff, "Cha-" "I understand what you mean, Ladybug.”, Adriens voice was solid and left no room for argument. Batman would have been proud. “But this is not up to debate. I'm not leaving you alone, not while you are in this state nor during any of our battles. It has never ended well in the past and it sure as hell won't end well now."

Plagg' and Maris' annoyed sighs were absolutly identical, which would've made Adrien laugh, if it weren't for their current situation. He knew he was right, though, and he knew she did as well.

Mentally, Marinette was feeling better. Less on edge, more focused. It was surprising to all of them. Of course she still was incredibly tired, even more fatigued than yesterday, which was understandable since she has not slept for about a week now and spent most of her time swinging around Paris, thinking her head off and crying her eyes out while trying to save as many civilians as possible. Nontheless, even though her body was about to shut down, her brain was working at a thousand miles per hour. She knew it was thanks to her soulmate, who was currently fueling the both of them by ingesting loads of energizing substances and getting closer.

Marinette was now certain her soulmate was a man. He was in Paris, in danger and aware of her dependance on him.

Who could he be? How did he get here? Why now? Why hasn’t he ever tried to find her before? 

She didn’t judge him, of couse. Did not expect him to put everything aside just to find her. Who if not Ladybug could understand what it meant to have duties holding you back, chaining you to the ones who claim to love you? (While they only do so because they need her, Marinette believed. Paris didn’t actually love her, no-one cared about her wellbeing unless it was important for their safety. No-one would jump into fire for Ladybug if they wouldn't trust her to sacrifice her sanity to resurrect them. No-one has ever jumped to rescue Marinette in her civilian identity, after all.)

Marinette was spiralling. Memories and repressed emotions suddenly jumping to the surface, reminding her of all the ways she had offered her very self to help anyone in need and receiving nothing in return. She had people who were nice to her, she had friends and family and people who loved her for who she was. Sadly, Mari only just now realised that love wasn't enough. It has never been enough. She would spend many nights awake, working on gifts and projects and helping her friends out or even just simply entertaining them over the phone. What for? Why?!

"Marinette is a saint", her parents would say, "She can do anything." Mari knew that wasn't true. She wasn't almighty. She couldn't even say "No".

That’s where the spiral came to an end. All those thoughts were standing at a cliffs edge, staring down into the abyss right beneath their feet. A tiny step forward, a minimal lean in and she would fall. Where would she go? What would she encounter? Was it okay to do this? Was it okay to change?

For once, Mari felt sure of herself. In a place she would've never thought she'd be, swimming under a god damn Ladybug themed boat in the middle of the Saine. Her mind was clear, certain. She opened her eyes and her mind jumped.

"Well fuck no I can't always do everything.", Mari heard Ladybugs voice, only partly recognizing it as her own.

The black cat duo next to her winced, having been discussing the topic of whether or not Adrien could leave Ladybug alone for a few hours. Not at all have they been expecting the sudden change in the star of their argument.

"Bug...?"

She looked at him, face straight but full of rage. Eyes sharp but full of thought. She didn't need to look around to figure out how to use her lucky charm, instead she had a horrible, unstable and unfinished plan she was absolutely going to follow.

"I have an idea."

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Hawkmoth was nervous. The akuma was stronger than he had expected and definitely much harder to control. He hasn't yet decided whether or not it was a good idea to akumatize a homeless man, especially considering his educational history in architecture and geography.

It was like the Akuma was thinking, not just feeling like all his previous ones did. It could either mean victory or the literal end of the world. Gabriel was hoping for the first option, of course.

Another reason for his nervous state of mind, were the unexpected members of the justice league, who for whatever reason just now decided to enter the battlefield. He hasn't been expecting them anymore, once the first year of his reign had passed without a droplet of attention from Gotham and the rest of the world. If they've never cared before, why now? Did they suddenly have more free time or did they only just realise they were literal vigilantes and could therefore ignore any and all international borders?

Or was Hawkmoth finally on the right track, finally about to win so they sent the last of their forces to come and save his enemies? A grin split his masked face in a horrifying grimace. His secret weapon was still leashed, still waiting for his order. Agreste Senior had the upper hand, this was his time to shine, his time to win.

Finally.

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Much clearer air seeped into Jason's lungs. He even went as far as removing his mask, just so he could properly breathe in something that wasn't poisoned with a literal mist of dust and the stench of death. His heart, no, their hearts were beating faster. Jason stood right by the river. He felt the cold water numbing her legs and reaching for her throat. He felt her dizzy fatigue and her clenching stomach. He knew her thoughts were just as clear as his. It felt as though their minds were finally complete, as if their brains could finally grasp the whole situation. Their body's were so close, they could finally function the way they were meant to. Together, helping one another.

"Red Robin. I found her. The boats are meant for shelter, the akuma can't come out in the open and it’s afraid of water. The heroes must be somewhere underneath those fat kanus."

"Copy."

"I'm going in."

"Hood wai-"

Jason was already underwater, hearing but not listening to Tim's voice.

Red Hood was about to find his Red Lady and no one could stop him.

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Marinette had just finished explaining her plan to Adrien, who was now transformed and ready to move, when she felt it. "He's here.", was all she could muster. Chat didn't have to think twice to guess what she had meant and subconsciously started to brace himself. He couldn't help but think that now really wasn't the time for her soulmate to interrupt. They were at war, which meant that her uninvited lover was putting himself and Ladybug at risk. Risking her safety meant risking Paris safety which meant that over all, Adrien felt like they were being royaly fucked by the Kwami of Timing.

The Duo felt the water underneath their feet moving. (The rivers flow has been stopped right at the beginning of the akuma battle. It was a safety precaution the mayor has ordered after a particularly unpleasant spread of akuma poison. Now, whenever the Akuma-alert went of, the city shut down, sealed shut and closed up. Not a single soul could enter and not a single twig could leave.

The heroes had formerly agreed to that being a great idea, now that they were short on everything, though... let's say they have learned that isolation wasn't always the best solution to their problems.)

Ladybug felt him before she heard him, a weird sense of Deja-vu overcoming her.

He came up behind her. Her spine felt like it was buzzing with electricity.

"Pixie?"

Jason didn't know why he called her that, but it sure as hell felt right.

Another shiver went down their spines. Marinettes reaction caused by her soulmates voice, while Jason's body just seemed to mimic hers even more intensely now.

She turned around.

Their eyes met.

Their scars felt like they've lit up in flames.

Two sleeping bodies were sinking towards the floor of the river Saine.

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— one with the force

the phantom menace i: 1.8k words

AU: What if the Clone Wars never happened, but instead Darth Sidious cast aside the Rule of Two, forging a new way for the Sith and began amassing an army of Sith warriors to overthrow the Jedi and the Republic?

A/N: hello friends! so, i actually posted part one for this series a few days ago, but ultimately decided it wasn’t how i wanted to start this series. i also just don’t want to have to write for the entirety of the phantom menace, lol. however, Rhea’s story will still be the same, a young padawan just abandoned by her master, Dooku, who has left the Jedi Order to chase his families fortune. she still grew up with Obi-Wan, and hopefully we will delve some more into their past together as younglings soon:) this chapter will take place towards the end of the phantom menace, so we will be quickly be on chapters with bearded Obi-Wan!! please comment any thoughts or ideas you would like me to incorporate into the story! reblog if you’d like, and comment below if you want to be added to the tag list i will be starting very soon! again, thank you all for reading!

warnings: angst. mentions of abandonment.

She had once had such future, such promise, and now, she felt as though she were nothing. Being abandoned as a padawan was not something many Jedi experienced often, if at all, and yet here she was, the third padawan of her master, abandoned, alone.

Master Dooku had left so quickly that twenty-one year old Rhea did not have much time to process what the cause could be. She supposed she should call him Count Dooku now. Her nose wrinkled at the thought. What was once a great Jedi Master, was now a man who had wealth beyond measure and power that was rarely attainable.

Had it been her fault? What had she done to have failed him, to cause him to leave the Jedi Order he so dearly loved? She asked the question so many times, but she knew it was better to not reflect on the situation so selfishly.

Surely, it could not be entirely her fault. She recalled how he seemed to wane in the Force, his light turning into a flickering speck over the course of the past few years she had known him. What power he had as a Jedi that once blazed soon became disillusioned, something she could feel each time they spared or sat on the brig of their ship while on mission. He had retreated, growing into something she no longer knew, and when he left it should not have come to such a shock.

But she could not forget the fatherly affection he had for her, the kind eyes he would spare her in the library while she studied tirelessly over the Jedi prophecies and scripts of old.

She could not forget his encouragement, nor his sarcastic tone, nor the way he would lift her up and direct her in the ways of the Force so brilliantly so much so that she felt like some chosen creature, blessed to be taught by such a master.

She could not forget the attachment she held to him, and how it was slowly severed as he began to drift away from the Jedi.

And now, it had ended. Now she knew why the Jedi did not allow attachments.

Rhea Illyria tried to catch her breath but the brilliant purple lightsaber of Master Windu came rushing towards her head, and she quickly had to block it from severing it off from her shoulders.

“Concentrate, Illyria! Your heart betrays you. Let go of your attachments. Focus on the present or fail.”

With her lightsaber still above her and blocking Windu, she closed her eyes, breathing through her nose. Focus on the present or fail. Let go.

Releasing the breath through her mouth, she pushed forward with her saber against Master Windu’s, watching as he stumbled back a few steps before raising her blue lightsaber once more to clash with his.

Master Mace Windu was to train her for the foreseeable future until she was to have her trials. Despite her feelings of confusion, she actually hoped that this could mean her trials would come sooner, that she was one step closer to becoming a Jedi Knight. After all, she had been practically born in the Jedi temple, having no home of her own, having only been a babe who was dropped off on the steps of the temple on a summers day in the pouring rain. The Jedi were the only family she had ever known.

As the new master and apprentice continued to spar, Mace’s comm link beeped, signaling a meeting with the council.

“Jinn and Kenobi must have returned from Naboo. Our lesson is done for the day, my young apprentice.”

Rhea bowed her head respectfully, but also to hide the growing smile on her face. She was glad to see Master Windu jog out of the training area, as he grin began to stretch at the thought of seeing her old friend Obi-Wan Kenobi.

She and Obi-Wan had been in the same youngling clan together. The spent time together, side-by-side training in the art of the lightsaber, meditating on the mysteries of the force, sneaking off to steal baked goods from the pantries, and had lived life together as the best of friends. However, this did not mean that the two were entirely the same, and in fact they often got in trouble for causing trouble, often bickering with one another or just creating some sort of ruckus.

This quickly changed when they became padawans.

Although in his youth a willful-rebel, Obi-Wan quickly became disciplined, determined to follow the rules and make his master proud. Rhea, already a force of nature and dutiful, was placed with Master Dooku, who guided her more deeply in the knowledge of the Force.

Rhea was elated, and could not wait to see the boy from Stewjon, who she could not recall the last time she had seen, but the presence of who she could always feel.

She slowly began to make her way towards the Council’s chambers, crossing through the temple gardens and through a case of stairs, hoping to make it just as the meeting concluded. Rhea made her way through the hall, before nestling herself between one of the pillars close to the doors.

Rhea could feel him in the Council room, the anxiety rolling off of him at his masters words. Something about a boy... Whatever it was, she could feel him growing more tense and frustrated as the situation progressed. It only lessened for a moment, and it was almost as if she could feel him breathing beside her.

It was then that the Council doors swung open and Qui Gon Jinn exited with his padawan trailing behind him. They talked in hushed voices outside the doors, slowly walking in her direction. Moving from behind the pillar, she nodded at Master Jinn as she came into their view.

“Master Qui Gon, I am glad to see you returned safely from your mission.”

“Young Rhea, it is good to see your face once again. I am sorry to hear about our Master,” He commented lightly.

“Yes, it was quite unexpected but I suppose it was the will of the Force.” She paused, taking a silent breath before asking, “Could I perhaps speak with Obi-Wan?”

Qui Gon was not surprised in the slightest. He remembered on the night of his padawan’s Initiate Trials how closely he was to a small girl with brown pigtails and olive toned skin. He remembered how fierce the girl was, how she never once faltered in the ways of the Force. And how she surpassed him as their Master’s apprentice, something which shocked him, considering how he assumed Dooku would never take on another padawan. But he seemed to have a special interest in this youngling girl, whereas Qui Gon soon began to feel weighed down by the ways of his padawan. Obi-Wan was his complete opposite in every way, and did not have the same relation his former master and he had.

“Go on, young ones. Obi-Wan, I will see you later this evening at the Council meeting.”

“Yes, master.”

Rhea and Obi-Wan began to walk side by side down the hall, as Qui Gon went the other way. Taking a look behind their shoulders and seeing that his master was gone, Obi-Wan turned to Rhea and engulfed her in such a warm embrace. The girl sighed, taking in the scent of his freshly washed robes as well as the warmth emitting from him.

“I missed you so much.”

Obi-Wan pulled back slightly, giving her his signature cheeky grin. “Oh really? Are you sure? Because I quite remember you saying you couldn’t wait for me to leave on my next assignment the last time we saw one another.”

She playfully shoved his shoulder, and began to walk away, but he simply began to follow in step, slinging an arm around her shoulder like old friends do.

“It’s not my fault you can be so aggravating. Especially when you’re being competitive.”

“Hey, I totally won that sparring match!”

“You cheated! We agreed not to use the Force, simply testing our abilities with a saber.”

Obi-Wan shrugged. “I would have beat you either way.”

“And why do I highly doubt that?” Her eyes looked up to meet his, an eyebrow raised in a cocky attitude, but she couldn’t help the smile that creeped upon her face. A friendly silence sat between them.

“Care to take a stroll in the gardens, old man?”

“Only with you, dearest.”

Rhea let out an airy chuckle at that. It was the nickname he had so kindly doted upon her as younglings, he at the tender age of twelve and she at the age of eight. The two were bickering about something, who knows what now. However, in the heat of the argument he groaned in frustration when she compared them to sounding like some old married couple.

“Well, fine then, dearest. Why don’t we end this nonsense and retire for the evening?” It had only been three in the afternoon, causing the two to burst into a fit of laughter which ended their nonsensical debate.

The garden looked exceptional that warm afternoon, the sun shining above, casting rays of light that in turn cast shadows from the leaves through the branches. Rhea took in the meadowy scents from the flowers all around them, smiling at the willow tree that they would always sit beneath, either talking or laughing, sharing tears or a stolen pastry. It was peaceful. It was home.

“Why did Master Dooku leave?”

Obi-Wan was never the type to sly away from the obvious. He could feel Rhea’s fear, her confusion. It was a ripple in the Force, growing as each day passed and something he no longer could ignore. It was always so strange how easily he could feel her emotions from parsecs away, but in an even more mysterious way, he felt comforted knowing how his dearest was doing.

Rhea shook her head, turning away from him to stare at the starflowers nearby. “I-I don’t know. I’m so unsure of what reason he could possibly have to leave the Order. It was his life. He was one of the most brilliant Jedi I ever knew, and he abandoned it. He abandoned—”

“He abandoned you.”

She only nodded in response.

“Rhea, look at me.”

When she did not turn, he gently grabbed her chin and turned her face to look in his cerulean eyes. “It isn’t your fault. You didn’t fail. If anything, I believe Dooku failed the Order and himself. But most importantly he failed you. He left you at the height of your training. You are no less worthy of becoming a Jedi because of his failures and weaknesses.”

And she fell right into his arms, silent tears pouring down her face. “Thank you, Ben.”

Although she couldn’t see it, Obi-Wan was glad his face was tucked into her dark hair, so she could not see the blush that boomed across his cheeks at the mention of her coined nickname for him. Instead of being like hers, his was only used between them in moments like this, moments of honesty, kindness, friendship.

But to Obi-Wan, it always felt like something more.

[surveyhoursss]

98.

Prep

I shop at Abercrombie, Hollister, American Eagle, or Aerospatiale.

I am/was a cheerleader.

I'm pretty ditzy.

I wear pink 24/7.

My looks are very important to me.

I can't live without my cell phone.

My hair is always straight.

I say 'like' and 'omigod' a lot.

I laugh 24/7.

I have a million friends.

I always hang at the mall or movies.

I'll only date popular guys.

I listen to rap & pop music.

I have at least one designer bag.

My myspace pics are of me making a kissy face or are mirror pics

It takes me at least an hour to get ready for school in the mornings.

Uggs + Miniskirts = Love

I don't have a job

I wear lots of makeup. (wouldn’t call it lots, though)

I can be stuck up or snobby sometimes.

I flirt with any guy, as long as he's cute.

Total = 5

EMO

I cry a lot.

I go to local shows.

I wear black everyday (typically I always have something black on)

I write sad poetry.

I play an acoustic guitar.

My favorite bands include: Fall Out Boy, My Chemical Romance, or Panic! at the Disco.

I think about suicide or death often.

People have told me to cheer up.

I cry when I see dead animals.

My myspace/Facebook pics are black or white or angled.

I wear many band shirts.

No one understands me.

I don't talk too often.

I look down when I walk.

I wear black eyeliner.

I have an ex I still cry over.

My hair is black

My hair covers one of my eyes.

I always say 'life sucks'.

Total: 4

NERD

I have straight A's.

I wear glasses.

I always do my homework and study.

Lord of the Rings was a massive achievement.

Computer games.

I'm 'teachers pet'.

I've never had a real boyfriend/girlfriend.

I have a bedtime.

I use an asthma inhaler.

I carry a calculator with me.

I bring my lunch to school.

I always follow the rules.

I'm shy around the opposite sex.

I'm always on the computer.

I've never had beer or cigarettes.

I always answer every question in class right.

I correct people's grammar.

I read a lot.

School is very important to me.

I always stump people.

Total: 8

REBEL

I always speak my mind.

I have 0% of school spirit.

F*ck you, I won't do what you tell me!

I stand up for what I think is right.

On spirit days at school, I wear the rival's colors.

Whenever people are doing something, I do the complete opposite.

I won't listen to authority figures.

I always break the rules.

I refuse to compromise.

I'm always arguing with people.

I love debate.

I always do what's unexpected of me.

I don't give a sh*t what people think of me.

If I watch a cruddy movie in theaters, right after it's over, I'll say 'that sucked'.

I'm not afraid to contradict others.

I only respect my own beliefs.

If I don't want to do something, I won't do it, no matter what.

I laugh at compromising people.

I cheer on the rival's sport team to stand out.

Rules were meant to be broken.

Total: 1

JOCK

I'm on one or more sport teams.

I always wear my varsity jacket.

I've won awards for my athletic ability.

I will only date popular girls/guys.

School Spirit

I'm going to a college for sports

I watch sports on TV all the time

I'm muscular.

I play sports or exercise at least 3 hours a day.

Go Team!

I'm a chick/dude magnet.

I eat a lot.

I'm egotistical.

I'm too focused on sports to make really good grades.

I sit at the jock lunch table.

All I talk about with my friends is sports.

I go to lots of sports games.

I'm very athletic

I wear sport inspired clothing.

play at least 3 different sports.

Total: 4

COMEDIAN

I'm funny.

I'm always making jokes.

I interrupt class by making people laugh.

I like to entertain people.

I worship Kevin Smith.

I watch comedies more than anything.

I also watch SNL and Mad TV a lot

I'm sarcastic.

I've been told I'm hilarious.

I always imitate people.

I pull lots of pranks.

I always make sarcastic remarks after everything.

I have to prove myself by being funny.

People expect me to make jokes, always.

I have a lot of pressure to make everyone laugh.

If I don't make jokes, people ask me what's wrong.

Jim Carrey is my idol.

I mostly get along with everybody.

At pep rallies, I'm the one acting crazy and silly.

My teachers or parents tell me I need to focus more on work and less on joking around.

Total: 3

SHY

I don't have a lot of friends.

I don't talk too much.

It's not that I'm snobby, I just get nervous when talking to people.

When people say my name, others say 'who?'

I'm pretty sure mostly no one knows who I am.

People have told me I need to talk more.

I only talk when other people talk to me first

I look down when I walk.

I avoid social gatherings, such as games, dances, or parties.

People have tried to help me be more outgoing, but it never works.

I always plan to talk to more people, but I never do.

I sit in the back of the classroom.

I never participate in class discussions.

I hide behind people to avoid being seen sometimes.

I could never be a cashier, talking to strangers.

I talk quietly.

People have called me shy or quiet.

I usually let others decide for me.

If someone is talking about my favorite book or movie in front of me, I don't join in the conversation.

Total: 12

GOTHIC

I wear black.

I don't like to be seen.

I'm very, very pale.

I only listen to metal or emo-ish music. (neither of these is goth, mallgoths XD)

I love creepy, weird movies.

I love gothic cartoons and drawings.

I don't like people.

I only go out during the night.

I have black fingernails.

I wear a long black coat.

I also wear big black boots.

'The Crow' is one of my favorite movies.

I only date other Goths.

I love black humor.

I love pain.

People think I'm crazy.

I don't talk to anyone who isn't as deep as me.

I love to scare people

I laugh at teenyboppers.

People are scared of me.

Total: 3

WEIRDO

I talk to myself.

I say really random things all the time/have to say it out loud.

I fidget a lot.

I still use a wheeled backpack.

People laugh at me.

I walk really funny.

I have a very different sense of style.

I talk in a robot voice often.

I'll stop whatever I'm doing, and break out in a crazy dance if the mood strikes.

I debate stuff with myself.

I hear voices.

I'm obsessed with aliens and the other planets.

I have a fascination with robots and machinery.

I use really big words no one understands, and they give me weird looks.

I say random lines of babbling that make sense to no one but me.

I dart my eyes from side to side.

I always pretend I'm a robot or other weird non-human thing.

People have no idea why I think the way I do.

I have some very unusual, extraordinary talents.

When people ask me if I like something that's trendy, I pretend to be scared or confused.

Total: 3

ANTISOCIAL

I hate/dislike most people.

I prefer to be alone.

When people talk to me, I just give them a death glare.

Actually, most people don't talk to me.

People are freaking idiots and I wish they'd all die.

I live in my room, writing in my diary. On the computer...

I go out my way to avoid everyone.

I never greet anyone.

I despise people who talk too loudly.

I want people to think I'm a freak.

I never talk.

I can't wait to get off this earth.

I always sit by myself at lunch or anywhere else.

I listen to music on full blast on my ipod/mp4 player/headphones to block out the world.

I don't know why I am the way I am.

People have said I'm antisocial.

I use drugs or alcohol to escape the loneliness.

Why bother when people don't like you anyways?

I occupy myself so it won't look like I'm a loner.

I just don't get along with anyone.

Total: 1

SKATER

I skateboard to everywhere.

If I'm not skateboarding, I carry it with me.

I shop at Pacsun.

I'm obsessed with Tony Hawk.

Oh yeah, and Bam Margera.

I always play skateboarding video games.

I have shaggy hair.

I wear baggy pants.

I wear only skater shoes.

I always wear hoodies. (well, much of the time)

I hang at skate parks 24/7.

I'm always learning new board tricks.

Forget school, I want to be a professional skateboarder.

I've been skateboarding for over 4 years.

I hang with other skaters.

I've been hurt while skateboarding.

I've been in a skateboarding competition.

I wear vans.

Tony Hawks games win.

I've met some of my closest friends at skate parks.

Total: 0

GANGSTER/HOOD

I say 'yo'.

I also say 'fo shizzle'.

I wear extremely baggy pants.

Mah chainz hang low.

I hang with my homies, biotches, and Hoe's

I'm a thug.

I only listen to rap music.

50 Cent is my idol.

I don't give a frick about school.

I steal/have stolen before (as a child lol)

I freestyle.

I breakdance.

Gold chainz is tha way to go, biotch.

I'm white but I act black.

All my heroes are dead rappers.

Tupac is still alive.

I party with all my nigs.

I wear a sideways baseball cap.

I wear hoodies.

I wear converse with the tongue flipped out.

Total: 2

BULLY

I always steal people's lunch money.

Geeks are afraid of me.

I get in trouble all the time.

I steal people's stuff to be an a**hole.

People have called me a bully.

I have beat someone up before.

I'm always looking for a fight.

I pick on people smaller than me.

I push people out of the way when I'm walking.

I've never been in a relationship before.

People are afraid of me.

People know not to mess with me.

I'm taller than most people my age.

I pick on people for the fun of it.

I make fun of everything anyone else likes.

If anyone crosses my path, they're dead.

People know not to try and stick up for themselves when I'm around.

I'm one of the strongest kids in school.

Even some authority figures are afraid of me.

People get out of my way when I'm walking.

Total: 0

GAMER

I own at least 2 different video game consoles.

I love Final Fantasy.

DDR & Guitar Hero

I've missed school before because I was trying to beat a video game.

I'm always trying to beat high scores on games.

I even play a lot of computer games.

I play at least 3 hours of video games a day.

My thumbs are sore often.

I spend all my money on new video games.

My boyfriend/girlfriend has to be into video games.

All I talk about is video games.

I've been in a video game competition before

I pay over 30$ a month in online games.

I have bought more than 5 accessories for my console

I know about more than 10 cheats and mods in the game I play most.

I have played at least a complete week in the game I like most.

I wouldn't know what to do in an afternoon without electricity.

My parents often tell the internet is broken or simply disconnect it so I don't spend whole weekends and holidays playing.

I have more than one online account on the same game.

Total: 2

GIRLY

I have long hair.

I wear make up every day.

I carry a purse.

I have to get someone else to come kill a spider.

I paint my nails.

I use perfume.

I keep my nails clean/shaped

I shower regularly

I used to or still do Dance, Gymnastics, or Cheer/Pom

I like to accessorize

I like flowers.

I don't like to be outdoors.

I'm more like my mother than my father.

I like hanging out with girls than boys.

I like going to the mall/shopping.

I watch my weight/ count calories.

I plan outfits ahead of time

People say I have a soft/sweet voice.

I dream about and am already planning my wedding day

I watch dramatic shows on tv, soap operas, reality TV, etc.

Total: 9

BOYISH

I have short hair.

I hate doing laundry.

I like war type video games.

I like playing or watching sports.

People say I have a deep voice.

I'm more like my dad than my mom.

I beat up or tease my younger siblings or friends.

I act tough, it doesn't matter what's going on inside me.

There's only two emotions.

I shower only when I start to notice I stink

I think about the opposite sex a lot.

My room isn't neat.

I bite my nails instead of using scissors/clippers.

My clothes don't match sometimes, but I don't notice or care

I like to play rough with dogs.

I like the movies 300, Transformers, The Dark Knight.

The best way to get the opposite sex to like you is to act like a jerk.

I don't read

I don't ask for help even if I need it.

Total: 3

scored highest on: Shy lmao

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💜Michael and Maria

👽Secan goes

Holy Toledo I am so sorry that it's been forever like forever but I am back here we go can't wait let's get on with the episode.

Michael and Max picking out a Christmas tree is a little strange and funny at the same time. Was Isabel a Christmas Nazi last season Christmas episode?( I really don't even remember there being a Christmas episode last season). I can't believe Michael going to go to a hardware store to pick up Maria for gift what's wrong with this boy. What a brave thing that father did for his child. Throwing her out of the way so she wouldn't get hit by the car. I completely understand Max wanting to help however there are way too many witnesses for that right now. I'm not a fan of Michaels Hair it's way too long right now, it looks like it got longer. If Isabel going to complain about the tree she should have gone herself and picked it out. Oh no now Max is seeing dead people. The guilt of letting that poor man guys going to eat at him.

👽 If I wasn't a hardcore Maria and Michael schipper I could totally ship Brody and Maria yes it's a little gross and weird because she's in high school and he's looks like he's 30. I don't think Maria understands that Michael wants to buy her the best present he possibly could she sees it as him trying to get out of it. I am Kyle and Valencia right now leading over if someone's in my way while I'm watching a football game. Michael is so crappy at buying gifts it's funny I'm so glad that Isabel is helping him out.

That's a cute hat Maria is wearing while she's singing carols. It's a shame that Max can't get over this guilt. I'm glad that he can still go and talk to Liz because right now he really needs someone to talk to. Who knew Brody had a kid not only that one with cancer. It's totally understandable why Max didn't want to heal that guy I don't blame him for not doing it.

Maria showing up at Brody's house like that unexpected oh no you can tell that little feelings are starting to happen. Maria has this look of what if.

I can't believe she got her a bumper for her car he's so unbelievable. I do miss Amy and Jim's relationship they were cute together. I've never gotten a turkey or chicken from me meat department like that. Well that hole interaction was a little awkward.

Oh no Maria is making a life-altering decision of being with Brody and his daughter oh, I don't blame her for wanting something different than the alien life boyfriend that he has now. I'm glad Liz is talking some sense into Maria because she is correct she is only 17 this will change her life forever. I'm so glad that she came to her senses. You could totally see that Liz has an idea it's not a bad idea. You can tell what the idea is without them saying anything. I like that this time around Max is asking for permission instead of doing it without. I completely understand where Michael is coming from I don't blame him for being upset with Max decision.

It's so cute that Tess got the whole house decorated for Kyle and Valenti. There is no way that she's been cooking for 20 hours. I can't believe you only have two chairs in the house that is a little funny and I love that Valenti gets flustered when the name Amy DeLuca is mentioned. It seems like Tess is trying to play matchmaker with Amy and Valente.

That door slam a little too hard not to wake someone up. I'm glad that Michael is going with Max at hospital in Phoenix.

What test is doing is a nice thing to bring laughter back into their family. That is a wonderful gift. Tess did for them.( however don't let that kindness fooya)

Michael looks good with his hair wet back and in Scrubs. I'm glad that Max was able to help some of those kids. I can't believe Michael just ask God for help for someone who doesn't believe in him. It's nice that everyone sings. It was a miracle instead of something else.

👽lsabelle did a great job at picking out pearl earrings. Michael is right he's going to be paying Isabel off forever for those.

I think that this conversation between Max and Liz has been the most Raw conversation they ever had so far because usually it's about alien stuff. I can't believe Michael is going to mass was the other prayer that Michael asked for I know the first one was for them to get out of the hospital. Do we know what special powers Michael has?( Max can heel Isabel can dreamwalk). I love that Isabel is telling Michael that he needs to pay up for the gift.

Well you guys that's the end of the episode I had fun I hope you had fun I'll see you on the other side

💜Maria never give Michael a break. Michael doesn't understand when Maria is sarcastic if you really thought that should be okay with him not giving her a gift on Christmas.

💜 Maria Clueless that the bumper was her actual gift however Michael dumb to think that the bumper would fly as an actual gift.

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Chapter 12

Grand Masterlist

Series Masterlist

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‘Hey! You’ve been pretty busy lately and I think it’s time we head out to Johann’s place today :) you down?’

Emilia texted me as I was still lying down in bed, not really planning on going out and just staying in bed… until now, that is. I haven’t seen my group of friends, besides Yoandri, in a little while. My time has been spent with someone and my thoughts have been.. elsewhere.

I’m just wanting to tell everyone and get this weight off of my chest, but at the same time, I can’t. If (Y/N) ever meets the boys, Richard won’t recognize her, right? He’s only seen her for a few seconds at that party we were at. It’s not like he’ll even remember what she looks like.

I know Chris is dying to meet her, having only heard the little stories I’ve told about her to him. He’s been patient, understanding that I wanna keep it private for a while, but it’s obvious that he’s excited and wants to know who she is.

‘Hell yeah I’m in! What time?’

~~

We all were kind of lounged around Johann’s kitchen while we ate some Chinese food that we ordered. It felt good to see my friends again. We were laughing and talking about the things we’ve been up to lately while I thought about Emilia and (Y/N). Two similar, but totally different girls.

Something’s changed though. I don’t see myself gravitating towards Emilia as much anymore, not like I used to at least. I feel like I’ve been lost in my thoughts recently. I need to get back into the conversation.

“So, Joel, you’ve been pretty busy lately. I feel like I haven’t seen you in forever haha.” Emilia smiled. “What are you and the guys up to?”

“We’re just getting ready to release the new album and working on tour dates.” I took a sip from my drink. “We’ve all been pretty busy, so I’m happy that we’ve got some time off.”

“Last time we saw you was at a party with some of the boys from your band.” Johann spoke. “You left fairly early, bro. We didn’t get to talk as much.”

“Oh, yeah uh sorry about that. Something came up and I had to leave.”

“Was it about that girl you were talking to that night?” Emilia smirked and took a bite of her food as Yoandri looked my way with a knowing look on his face. “Wait, what girl?” Johann asked. “Um.. I don’t..” I could feel my face heating up. “Oh come on! She’s the real reason why you’ve been super busy, right?” I didn’t speak. I didn’t say it was true, but I didn’t deny it either. “Oh my God haha you ditched us for a girl?” Johann laughed.

“Hey, she’s not some girl.” I said. “I’m just stating the facts!” He smiled and leaned on his elbows that rested on the table. “What does she look like?”

“Guys, she’s so pretty and she’s actually real.” Yoandri laughed as Johann looked over at him. “You’ve seen her already?” He nodded as I bit my lip. “Let me see her. I can’t believe you never told me about her.” I took out my phone, going straight to photos and I scrolled until I found a recent photo we took together. He took my phone in his hands and observed the photo as Emilia stood behind him, looking as well. “She’s cute..” He scrolled a few more photos before handing me back my phone.

“Oh my God, Joel! She’s so pretty!” She smiled as I blushed slightly at the thought of (Y/N). “She is, isn’t she?” I glanced down at the photo of when we went to the carnival together and smiled at the memory. “We’ve been seeing each other for a little while now.”

“Well, hey! Let’s celebrate.” Johann lifted up his drink and spoke. “A toast to new relationships and finding love in the most unexpected places.” If I had been paying attention, I would’ve noticed that it almost sounded sarcastic.

At the end of the day, we helped him pick up the place and left on our merry way back to own our houses. I decided to stay behind and talk more with my friend while Yoandri and Emilia had left. It was nice getting to catch up with my friends, it’s definitely been a while. I was currently washing the dishes as Johann popped up behind me. “So… what’s really going on?” He asked.

“What do you mean?”

“Oh come on, Joel. I’m not stupid.” He placed a plate inside the sink and stood beside me. “You were in love with Emilia a few months back and ready to do almost anything for her… what happened?” I shrugged my shoulders and continued washing the plates and cups. “I met someone new and well.. here I am.”

“That quick?” He asked as I stayed silent. I can trust him… right? “It’s not a big deal.” I laughed it off as I finished rinsing the utensils and put them on the clean side of the sink. “Not a big deal? Joel, come on.. is this thing legit?” I washed my hands as I sighed, deciding to come clean to one person I trust. He’s been my friend for a while and I can tell him anything, right? He wouldn’t judge me and I can maybe start to feel some sort of relief by getting this off my chest.

“Can you keep a secret?”

He nodded and waited for me to spill the beans to him. “You can tell me anything, Joel. I’m your friend.” I have to say something. I’m tired of feeling guilty and holding this in. I have to tell one person, at least. “I’m gonna be honest here.. I… I only used (Y/N) to get Emilia jealous in the beginning. That was the only reason why I talked to her in the first place.”

“Ahh see? I knew you were still in love with her.” Johann smiled as I continued. “No, listen. Yes, it was bad intentions at the start and I was head over heels with Emilia, but dude… once I got to know her, I was hooked. She’s really amazing.” I smiled. “She’s so genuine and smart.. she makes me laugh and – ”

“Aanndd that was enough to get you over Emilia?”

“I’ll always love her, yes. She’s my friend but..” I bit my lip. “Whenever I’m with (Y/N), it just feels like it’s just us two and nothing else matters at that moment.” He stayed silent. “Johann, you have to promise me that you won’t tell her or anyone about this. What I did.. I don’t want anyone knowing, especially her. I don’t want to lose what I have with her.”

“Hey, dude relax.” He chuckled. “No te preocupes, you can trust me.”

~~

This guilt is starting to eat me out alive.

I should never have done this in the first place. I should’ve just listened to Richard and leave her be at that party.

But then you never would’ve known how wonderful she really is.

“All things happen for a reason” she said. Maybe… I was supposed to find her. If I never did this, then I would’ve missed out on such a great person… but this is wrong. How this all started was wrong and it’s all my fault. How am I ever going tell her about this? Will I ever tell her? I don’t want to lose her. What we have is amazing and I don’t want to throw that all away. Will she ever talk to me again if she were to find out?

No.. I can’t tell her. I just can’t.

I fucked this whole thing up. I don’t want anybody else. I want her, only her.

I’m not any different from her ex. In fact, I think I’m worse. Using her just to try to get somebody jealous? Yeah, I’m a complete dick. I just didn’t expect for me to... actually really.. really.. like her. What have I gotten myself into? I wanted to tell her that night about everything. To just be able to come clean and hope that she’ll forgive me, but then she brought up her ex and I just couldn’t bring myself to break her heart even more.

I’m happy that I told Johann, though. Everybody else had left and he was there.. it just seemed right? I don’t know, I just really needed to get some relief. Saying it out loud made me feel a little better, I guess.

(Y/N) and I were currently in my car, looking for something to eat until we found a Ricobene’s near by, so we walked in and the sweet scent of food filled our noses. We ordered what we wanted to eat and found a spot we could sit at while we waited for them to call out our name. Her cheeks were rosy from all of the laughter we shared today and I honestly felt like we were on our way to being a happy couple. Like things are looking up for us, despite my biggest secret.

I can’t believe I’m lucky enough to be in the presence of this girl.

“Hey uh I wanted to ask you something real quick.”

“Sure. What’s up?”

“So, a couple of my friends and I are planning on having a little cookout in like a week. It’s just us coming together and having a good time.. and my bandmates will be there too. Well um.. I was wondering if you maybe wanted to come along? If you’re busy, I totally understand and it’s not – ”

“I would love to.” She cut me off. “Really?” I asked as she nodded. “Is it okay with you if I bring a friend or two? I’d like to have somebody there with me that I know besides you.” I laughed. “Of course. The more the merrier.”

I feel a little safe now to finally show her off to my friends. I mean, what’s the harm now? I doubt Richard will know who she is, Johann promised me that he wouldn’t tell anyone and the ones who know are excited to meet her. This is gonna be great, I know it.

It may have started off with me wanting to get with Emilia, but I found someone better and I don’t want to let her go.

“I’ll send you the details then.” I smiled as I saw her get up. “Oh! Hold that thought, they just called our name. Let’s go get our food! I’m hungry.” She laughed as she started walking away, me slowly following after her. I can’t wait to show her off now that I feel less guilty and everyone wanting to meet her. This is gonna be good, I know it.

After we had picked up our food, we had walked out and went back to my car and I drove us to a Drive – In movie theatre. (Y/N) has told me in the past that she hasn’t gone to one of these things in such a long time and wanted to go before they close it. I paid for our tickets and drove us to where there’s not a lot of people parked beside us. We both got out of the car as I opened the trunk, setting up the blankets and pillows I had brought with me. 

“We’re all set.” I smiled as she climbed up, me following after her. “The movie should start any minute now, so we came just in time.” 

She placed one of the pillows behind her back and sat up, reaching over for the food we had just bought earlier. “What? I’m hungry.” She laughed and reached inside the bag, taking out the breaded steak sandwiches. “Hey, I didn’t say anything.” She handed me mine and got herself comfortable.

People were grilling, many brought chairs to sit outside their cars and others were waiting in line to go and buy some snacks. This is such an old school type of date and honestly I am living for it. Soon enough, ‘Spider – Man: Into the Spider – Verse’ started playing on the big screen as people were now getting themselves ready to see the movie.

“I used to come to the Drive – In every once in a while with my family when I was younger.” She spoke. “Really?” I asked as she nodded. “I loved it. There was one time.. haha me and my dad had brought chairs, and these were the type where you could lie back and look up at the sky. We sat outside of the car while the rest of my family stayed inside. In the middle of the movie, I guess my dad must’ve gotten way too comfortable because the next thing I knew, I could hear him snoring next to me.” She laughed. “I tried to wake him up because the people who were next to us could hear him and he just told me that we’re never gonna see those people again and went back to sleep.”

“Oh my God..” I laughed as she leaned against me. “Yeah, that’s my dad for you.” Having her here in my arms.. I couldn’t wish for anything better. It honestly feels like we’re the only two people here even those there’s a little over a hundred of us here.

At some point during the movie, we had completely forgotten about it and just ended up lying down next to each other, sharing stories and stealing kisses. Honestly, tell me… what could be better than this? My index finger and thumb lifted up her chin so she could look directly at me as I leaned in for another kiss. I placed one of my hands on her waist, running my fingers up and down her side. I brought her a little closer to me as she pulled her lips away from my own and giggled. “I’m ticklish there..”

I raised my eyebrow and smirked. “Oh, really? Do you mean.. here?” I tickled the side of her stomach as she let out a laugh. “Joel! S – Stop! Hahaha!” She tried to push me away from her, but I held her in place as I continued, wanting to hear her laugh once more. “Joel! People – hahaha! – People are g – gonna be looking at us – ssss!” I stopped my movements as I let her breathe for a few moments.

“Oh my.. hahaha! Pinche Joel!” She chuckled and moved away as I lifted up my hands again. “N – No!”

“Relax!” I laughed. “I was just gonna do this..” I moved a strand of her hair away as I placed my lips on hers, giving her a quick kiss. “Did you think I was gonna tickle you again?” I smirked as she nodded. “I mean, I can always – ”

“No! Please!” We laughed as I leaned against my elbow, hoisting me up a bit as I looked at her. Her cheeks were rosy from smiling so much and her hair was all over the place… she was breathtaking. I got closer, leaning in as my lips hovered over hers for a few seconds. I could feel her breath against mine as I looked into her eyes. She’s so beautiful…

“Are you gonna kiss me or not?” She asked as I chuckled, leaning down and placing a sweet kiss onto her lips.

Another perfect date. I can’t wait for many more…

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A Darker Blue

There aren’t many times where Y/N thought how proud she was of herself; not because she liked to put herself down but simply because a lot of things weren’t that big of a deal to her. Sure, her family and friends never stopped telling her that, but she never felt like it. 

But this time it was different, because certainly having an exhibition in quite a known art gallery with her own art had to be something she could be very proud of. Especially seeing it completely organised in this magnificent gallery, filled with people she loved the most and just simply people who actually came for her art. It was something she hadn’t felt in a long time, it was something like a dream yet so true that the words ‘’I did this, and I am proud of myself’’ kept circling around her brain waiting for the exhibition to finally be opened. 

Standing there as the owner of the gallery spoke to all the guests, introducing Y/N and her work felt unreal, even to her best friend who was standing right next to her and pinching her palm every five seconds.

‘‘Stop that, would you!’’, Y/N quietly hissed at Alex who just couldn’t stop pinching her, ‘‘Gonna kick you in the balls if you don’t stop.’‘

‘‘Sorry sorry, just- I’m really happy for you.’‘ He said, taking her hand in his and squeezing it lightly with a proud smile on his face.

‘‘Me too.’‘ She whispered. 

A lot of people approached her, saying their praises for her work and its beauty, each telling their own version of the story behind the art and what it evoked in them. It was refreshing hearing so many people say positive critics rather than hearing how broken and painful her art was. 

In the first few hours Y/N even managed to sell some of her art, well not Y/N exactly but a lovely couple actually asking how much it was even though she never had the intentions to sell it; not because she wanted to keep it but rather because she didn’t think someone would ask to buy it from her. So you could say the whole evening was going quite well until an unexpected guest showed up suddenly, storming her evening as he usually would. 

He just stood there, unbothered by anyone, looking at each piece carefully while Y/N watched him wide eyed from across the room. He didn’t look like Y/N used to remember him; his hair was shorter, but not too short, his barely grown facial hair he could never manage was there as well. A white shirt with little flowers hanging loosely on his body while a leather jacked draped his shoulders. 

Y/N wanted to believe it wasn’t him. She really wanted to believe that she was wrong and that it was someone else, because if he had the audacity to show up after-

‘‘Wait, s’that Harry?’‘ Her thoughts were interrupted with a very confused Divya hovering over Y/N’s shoulder.

‘‘It better not be.’‘

‘‘But I mean, he looks exactly like him so it must-’‘

‘‘Di.’‘ Y/N said in a warning tone.

‘‘No but seriously, look at his hands. Either that’s your ring on his finger or someone else has the exact same one, which is qui-’‘

‘‘Or you’re just blind and that’s not Harry.’‘ Y/N turned to face her best friend, looking quite pissed, ‘‘I mean you did forget your glasses at home, so.’‘

‘‘Oh go ahead, humour me.’‘ Divya huffed in annoyance; yes, she maybe was the clumsiest of them all, but she did not need to be remained of that. 

Before Y/N could say anything else, Divya’s eyes widened in terror making Y/N turn around to meet someone’s gaze who was standing right in front of her. Di quickly took Y/N’s hand into her own before coming to stand between the two in a very protective manner. 

‘‘It’s fine Di, you don’t need to protect me.’‘ Y/N chuckled at her friend, squeezing her hand.

‘‘I’m staying right. Not moving.’‘ Di stared into Harry’s eyes trying to act very tough, but her baby face did not help her one bit. ‘‘Not even an inch.’‘

‘‘Hi.’‘ It was the first thing he said after years. A certain kind of light filled his eyes, as he moved his head a little to look at Y/N. 

‘‘Nah, man, you should really go.’‘ Di followed Harry’s movements not allowing him to glance at her friend, causing Harry to laugh softly at how protective she always was. 

‘‘Di, love, it’s okay. You really can let go of my hand. I’ll manage him on my own.’‘ Y/N leaned in and whispered into Divya’s ear. ‘‘I promise, if I don’t, I give you permission to kick his ass.’‘ She added, making Di smirk in victory before leaving the two alone. 

‘‘What are you doing here?’‘ Y/N didn’t hesitate to become snappy, because she really did not want to waste another second since he really had no business being there. 

‘‘I-um, I’ve read in the papers about your exhibition, so I decided to see it myself.’‘ Harry answered nervously, fidgeting with his fingers. 

‘‘You hate the papers.’‘ She said, not breaking eye contact for a second. ‘‘They remind you of tabloids and you hate them.’‘ Her stare became more firm. 

‘‘R-Right...’‘ He looked down at his hands, ‘‘I’ve seen.. on your Instagram.. about it and then.. on-on Di’s stories ..’‘ He was noticeably nervous, considering that the once well spoken and calm boy kept stuttering and making no sense in his sentences. ‘‘And then on the Instagram of the gallery, I saw the other... informations and yeah..’‘

‘‘So basically, you’ve stalked me.’‘

‘‘What?’‘ He quickly looked up, ‘‘No, no! I swear I wasn’t, you just popped up and I just wanted to see what you were up to and.. I-I saw all that..’‘ He tried to defend himself but it wasn’t really helping his case. 

‘‘Ah I see, because everybody tries to keep up with their fuck buddy after they’ve dumped them.’‘ Y/N kept nodding with a sarcastic smile on her face, ‘‘Totally makes sense now.’‘

‘‘That’s not-’‘ Harry wanted to argue with her, and tell her how wrong she was, but he knew she wouldn’t have it. ‘‘You know I’m really proud of you, right?’‘ He looked up meeting her stern gaze, tilting his head a little, ‘‘And I-um, I’ve missed you.’‘ A small but hopeful smile on his face, trying to find something, anything in her eyes. 

‘‘You really should leave, Harry.’‘ Y/N looked down at her feet, taking a step back from him. ‘‘I never asked you to be here.’‘ Looking back into his eyes with pain filling her own. ‘‘I never wanted you here.’‘

‘‘I know I’ve fucked up Y/N, but please-’‘ Taking a step closer, he tried to reach her hand but she just jerked it away and moved back from him again. 

‘‘Hi there, I don’t think we’ve met before.’‘ Someone behind Y/N came into view, extending his hand to introduce himself. 

‘‘Yeah, we haven’t.’‘ Taking has hand for a light shake, Harry added. ‘‘I’m Harry, and you are?’‘

‘‘This is my boyfriend,’‘ Y/N quickly jumped in, panicking inside her. ‘‘Alex. This is an old friend, Harry.’‘ She put her arm around Alex’s pulling him closer to her while he gave Y/N a very confused look. 

‘‘O-Oh, I see. Well I’ll leave you two alone.’‘ Harry pursed his lips giving them a light nod before looking at Y/N one last time, ‘‘It was nice seeing you, Y/N’‘, and turning around to leave. 

‘‘Wanna tell me what was that about?’‘ Alex asked after both him and Y/N watched Harry get lost in the crowd of people. 

‘‘I-I.. I’m not sure.’‘ Y/N turned and looked at him, confused as ever. 

‘‘I mean, I’m flattered, love, but wasn’t aware we were an item.’‘ He smirked at her, knowing well how to poke fun at her. ‘’Didn’t know you’ve promoted yourself.’‘

‘‘Oh my God, please.’‘ She lightly pushed him away from her in embarrassment. ‘‘He’s...He’s just someone from the past.’‘ She added quietly.

‘‘Why haven’t you ever mentioned him or even, how come we’ve never met?’‘

‘‘Oh because Harry and I met before I even knew you. And I didn’t really feel the need to mention him...’‘

‘‘Because it hurts too much?’‘ Alex asked carefully, knowing how fragile Y/N could be and how hurt she was back when they actually first met. 

Y/N didn’t exactly answer him, but simply gave him a small nod. But in the end it was a great evening and an even better night despite the awkward encounter. Some of the art was sold, some of it was gifted but nevertheless, Y/N and her art have been praised not only by the people but the media who came to capture it all as well. 

At the end of the night, as they were locking up the gallery and saying goodbye to each others. Y/N one last time hugged her friends and family before stay with Alex, looking proudly back at the gallery with dimmed lights and her art inside.

‘‘You did good, tiny one.’‘ Alex said proudly pulling Y/N into a tight hug. ‘‘We all are very proud of you, you know that right?’‘ Y/N just nodded against his chest. 

‘‘We’re gonna have a proper celebration some day after this. We lot are gonna get so fucking drunk.’‘ Both of the started chuckling at that thought of all of them drunk in someones apartment. 

‘‘Gonna record it for sure.’‘ Y/N joked, ‘‘Sure is gonna be something to look back to.’‘ 

Little did Y/N know that Harry hadn’t left when he was told to and little did he know that the sight he was going to see was gonna make him vomit. 

Simply seeing Y/N in another man’s arms made him sick, it made him jealous. Even after years of not seeing her, not being with her, she still possessed a certain part of his heart, and quite literally possessed because she could do anything with it and he would still be back for her. 

His plans were to talk to her, approach her and apologise. Not necessarily forgive him because she had obviously moved on, but maybe just maybe he had hoped that seeing him would evoke some kinds of feelings to come back, no matter wrong of him that was to think. But little did he know that he was absolutely right, but he was never going to know that. 

Early in the morning when everyone was home asleep, Harry or Y/N were wide awake in their own beds and it would have been a lie to say that neither fell asleep with the thought of each other in their minds, reliving every moment they had spent with one another; from to strangers to lovers, from joy to pain, from love to heartbreak. 

Running fashionably late was something Y/N was best at, especially when it came to University. This time though, it ended up being quite the... experience.  As Y/N rushed towards the door, she didn’t really look around to notice some guys playing around and she definitely didn’t notice the two ones who were having a water fight. Well, she didn’t until one of the guys ducked and the water splattered her soaking the front of her white tee and her jacket. 

So not only was she late to hand over her assignment but she was completely wet while one of them was laughing his ass off. Y/N wasn’t exactly mad, she certainly was annoyed mostly because of the other guy approaching her with a huge smile on his face, probably trying to contain his laughter. 

‘‘I’m so sorry. Are you alright? I am so incredibly sorry.’‘ His voice was low yet harsh enough to sound like the one you get after waking up. Noticing her wet shirt, he add ‘‘Fuck, your shirt is soaked. I-, fuck, I’m sorry.’‘ His hand ran through his long hair pushing it away from his forehead.

‘‘It’s fine, I just really have to go, so please just-’‘ Y/N quickly said, trying to bypass him. 

‘‘No no please it’s not fine.’‘ The boy moved quickly not letting her pass, ‘‘Let me give you a shirt or something, it is my fault after all.’‘

‘‘No seriously, I’m running really late and the longer I wait-’‘ She had to stop herself because she would end up snapping at him, and he obviously didn’t mean it, ‘‘Please, just, let me leave. It’s all fine, I swear.’‘

Y/N gave him a tight-lipped smile before quickly moving past him and running towards the office to hand in her assignment obviously not caring about the state she was in. 

‘‘Mr. Davies I am so sorry for being late, there was this thing and then something else came up and then-’‘ She stopped her rambling, trying to catch her breath looking at a bewildered professor.

‘‘Should I even ask?’‘ Mr. Davies nodded towards her wet shirt with a concerned look, reaching a hand to take her assignment. 

‘‘Please don’t.’‘

‘‘Alright. Well thank you for handing it in.’‘ He skimmed quickly over the photographs in the envelope, ‘‘You didn’t write the name.’‘ Mr. Davies added.

‘‘The name?’‘

‘‘Yes, the name. Each student named their projects, and yours is missing that.’‘

‘‘Oh right, that. Okay, um, the name for it is No better Love.’‘ The first thing she thought of was one of Hozier’s song she loved, so she used that. 

Mr. Davies simply nodded at her dismissing her from his office. Leaving the office, Y/N let a shaky breath still a bit under the influence of running and rushing around. But of course she couldn’t leave Uni without encountering the guy that literally emptied a bottle of water on her. 

‘‘Hey, hey! Hi!’‘ A familiar voice could be heard behind it, getting closer with each second, ‘’Wait! Hi sorry!’‘ finally catching up with her, he touched her elbow slowly turning Y/N around. ‘‘Hiiii.’’

‘‘Urm, hey.’‘ Y/N raised her hand in a smile wave. 

‘‘Look I know you said it’s fine, but I know it’s not and so please let me get you another shirt because you are gonna catch a cold because of me.’‘ The boy explained himself, obviously sorry for the accident. ‘‘Plus it’s a great shirt; The Rolling Stones? I myself, love them.’‘

‘‘Yeah, um, they’re great, yea’. I’m sure I’ll just be fine, no cold and all that.’‘ It’s not that she was mad, she really was going to be fine, it’s simply just a wet shirt.

‘’No, none of that.’’ The boy said, taking his jacket and hoodie off revealing a plain grey tee with a little pocket on the left side of his chest. ‘‘I’ll just give you this one,’‘ dropping his clothes on the floor he took his shirt of as well, ‘‘I swear it’s clean, put it on just this morning.’‘ 

‘‘Wha-Wait, no, no-’‘ Y/N wanted to stop him from taking his clothes off, but he was already putting his hoodie back on and offering Y/N his grey shirt. ‘‘It’s really not necessary.’‘

‘‘Just take it, yea’? At least it’s gonna make me feel better.’’ A kind smile was on his face, and Y/N observed him for a few seconds, looking at each inch of his face. ‘’I’m Harry, by the way.’’ He added, offering her a hand shake.

‘‘Well, um, thank you, Harry. I’m Y/N.’‘ She smiled back at him, shaking his hand.

‘‘Do you wanna go to a cafe and grab a coffee maybe, or tea? And you should change your shirt in their bathroom as well.’‘

‘‘I suppose we could go for a cuppa.’‘ She answered after thinking for a few seconds, but then nothing could go bad so she accepted his offer. 

Little did she know. 

Going back to the memories, Y/N thought to herself that maybe she shouldn’t have spent the next 6 hours talking to a complete but very handsome stranger. And maybe then he wouldn’t have fucked her over and maybe she still wouldn’t be heart broken over someone from years ago. 

The restlessness wouldn’t let Y/N sleep, so she had to get up and make herself some black tea and simply let her thoughts wonder a tad more while sitting on a balcony cuddled up with a blanket. 

Needless to say that Harry was spending his night the same way; but instead of the balcony Harry was sitting on the floor of his bedroom looking out of the window and thinking of that one time he had visited Y/N’s atelier for the first time. 

It’s been a couple of months since Harry and Y/N first met, and it was safe to say that their little friendship-but-looking-more-like-a-relationship grew a lot as they spent more time with one another with each week passing. But that day, it was getting quite late when Y/N decided to take Harry to her atelier simply because he was nagging her about not painting enough and giving it easily up. 

Upon arriving to the building, they walked inside of a loft apartment that was turned into an atelier for Y/N’s uses. Harry observed each corner looking around and admiring it. Taking a few steps around it and simply enjoying the smell of paint as well as the displayed art that he knew belonged to Y/N. 

‘‘So from what I’ve gathered, you certainly are talented, you have so to say your own safe space to paint in, but what I don’t really get is, why did you stop?’’ Harry turned around facing her, ‘’I mean, I just don’t see it why, so please do explain.’’ He added, crossing his arms over and walking towards her slowly.

‘‘Well I just did..’‘ Y/N avoided eye contact by looking around the room.

‘‘So an art major, might I add, just stopped painting?’‘ Coming even closer to her, he gently turned her head and lifted her chin. 

‘‘Yes.’‘ It was her turn to cross her arms, while looking sternly but deeply in Harry’s very green eyes. 

‘‘Well, I just wanna know. How come.’‘ Their faces were only inches apart, while the tension between the two bodies grew with each second. 

‘‘But maybe that’s really none of your business?’‘

‘‘Weird, considering I’ve asked that question over hundred times till now,’‘ he moved his hand gently, making his from her wrist up to her shoulders. ‘‘And we’re quite close friends if I dare say so myself.’’  It came out as almost a whisper. 

 ‘‘Fair enough,’‘ deciding to play along, Y/N moved her head so close to his that their lips were only half an inch apart, but quickly moving her lips to his ear adding, ‘‘but I mean, we’re not really that close now, are we?’‘ 

Before she had the chance to walk away from him, Harry quickly grabbed her waist turning her around making her quite literally fall against his body. 

‘‘I’d like to think we’re..’‘ he placed his lips just almost against hers, ‘‘pretty close.’‘ He mumbled finally pressing his lips against hers. 

Her lips were as soft as they looked, rosy and sweet; the warmth of her cheeks quickly took over Harry’s semi-cold palms as their kissed deepened with whatever energy they had left in them. Soon the warmth from her lips and cheeks, took over his whole body as the coolness, caused by the silkiness of her hair (a feeling that simply wasn’t possible yet it became physical), fought with the radiating warmth. 

And the whole night turned exactly into that, sweetness and warmth, as they laid upon the white spread out sheets over the wooden floor making love to one another, as yet there have been no strings clarified. Then it turned into soft smiles and little shared kisses as very personal stories and feelings got out with the late hours each night would usually bring. That night, they showed each other their sweet and soft yet vulnerable sides but still refused to admit to themselves that perhaps there were strings and feelings.

It was something like the smallest confession that would save you the trouble, if only you could say it. But then you don’t, because it would show even more off of your vulnerable side which was something you just could not afford. Since vulnerability was something people were most scared of in this world. 

It was one of those nights that Harry kept coming back to with each time he had slept with another woman, and wishing it was Y/N instead no matter how wrong of him that was. Y/N was simply someone Harry could not forgive himself for losing and hurting. There wasn’t much he could do now, although it didn’t mean he would stop trying. 

A long while after their last encounter had passed, even though Y/N would argue and say ‘’Not long enough’’ but it’s still been over two weeks, she found herself in her atelier at 1am sitting on a pile of pillows on the floor while looking through the latest photos she took and observing them closely. 

She had just finished talking to Alex about the whole Harry situation that had started back in the gallery; Alex who couldn’t help but be curious and Y/N who just didn’t want to talk about him but did nevertheless since Alex was one of her closest friends and he kind of did deserve to know. What Y/N wasn’t aware of was that speaking of the devil, he would come knocking on the door. 

The same knock that startled Y/N to death because one, it was 2pm, second, no one had business even coming there and three, she was a very easy person to scare especially late at night. So imagine her surprise after looking through the peephole only to see a mop of perfectly brown little locks who belonged to no other than Harry himself. Debating whether to even open the door, she unlocked the door twisting the door handle. 

‘‘What the hell are you doing here?’‘ Her voice was low since it was quite late, but it came out as a hiss since she was getting irritated by him. 

‘‘I was walking around because I couldn’t sleep, and somehow I found myself in the neighbourhood,’‘ Harry explained himself, trying not to sound as nervous as he was, ‘‘and so I was your light was on, so I, um, here I am.’‘ 

‘‘You were in the neighbourhood, really.’‘ She raised an eyebrow and narrowed her eyes at him; for some reason not believing him, ‘‘You know that you lost the right to be here a very long time ago.’‘

‘‘And you know I am the reason you continued to do art and now get where you are.’‘ He snapped back at her, before he could even think of what was going to say.

‘‘Now that’s just a really low blow.’‘ She couldn’t lie and say that that didn’t hit too close to home, ‘‘And untrue.’‘ She added, straightening her posture and crossing her arms over her chest. Taking a step backwards, she placed a hand on the door trying to close it on him, but before Y/N could do that Harry stopped her by putting his palm over the doorknob. 

‘‘Wait, I am sorry, that.. that really was rude of me.’‘ Pushing the door back a little he slipped through now having the door behind him. ‘‘Can we just,’’ he moved her hand from the handle and closed the door, ‘‘can we just talk, please?’‘

‘‘No! No, you don’t get to do that.’‘ Y/N jerked her hand away from him, completely mad, ‘‘You can’t just waltz in here like nothing had ever happened, demanding we do whatever you say.’‘ It seemed that whether she was talking to him or simply thinking of him, in the back of her throat she felt like crying. 

‘‘That’s not what I’m doing.’‘

‘‘That’s exactly what you’re doing, Harry!’‘ Y/N waved her hands around, ‘‘It’s what you’ve always done!’‘ she argued, ‘’You think you can waltz into my life just like that, make it a fucking mess and simply leave because you felt like it!’’

‘‘Y/N, ple-’‘

‘‘No! You can’t, you can’t make me feel everything all at once and then just fucking drop me like a piece of garbage, because-because you got bored.’‘ Anger filled her veins but tears were just about to form in her eyes, ‘‘And now, after years of not even speaking to me, even a fuck you would have been appreciated more than silence by the way, so now you decided to come back! Come back into my life and ask we talk.’‘ Not a single tear rolled down her cheek but her eyes became red as she was holding them back. 

‘’Hell, even I wouldn’t have the audacity to show up to an exhibition of someone heartlessly dropped like shit.’‘ Y/N added quickly, jabbing at Harry’s heart with each word she spoke as he stood there in silence. 

‘‘It’s not what I did, Y/N’‘ his head was hung low, and his voice small, ‘‘It’s not what I’ve wanted to do, and you know it, my love.’‘ Daring to look up,he looked at her glossy eyes feeling sick in the pit of his stomach. 

‘‘Don’t you dare call me that.’‘ She bit back, ‘‘You’ve lost the right to call me that.’‘

‘‘Right, now only your pretentious boyfriend Alex gets to call you that.’‘ He said in a mocking manner. 

‘‘Oh please, you’re the one to say that.’‘ A humours laugh escaped her lips as she added, ‘‘Only you can be called pretentious after everything.’’

‘‘Does he,’‘ Harry paused for a second, ‘‘does he love you the way I do?’‘ he spat the words filled with a sense of anger.

‘‘But that’s the thing, Harry,’‘ Y/N laughed ironically, ‘‘You never really loved me,’‘ containing the tears back in her throat again, she continued, ‘‘so why argue with me. Why bother coming to my exhibition? Why even come here, to my atelier, when you know I do not want you here. Why bother, Harry, when you never really loved me.’‘ It was hard to have this fight again, it was hard remembering it let along having it over and over again. 

‘‘I fucking loved you with everything I had! The problem was it was never enough! Wasn’t fucking enough for you!’‘ Harry knew that wasn’t the case and yet he said it; he knew that it was his fault their relationship fell apart.

‘‘It wasn’t enough for me?!’‘ Y/N yelled back at him, ‘‘Are you out of your fucking mind?’‘ She added pushing hard at his chest. 

‘‘That’s just utter bullshit, Harold,’‘ slamming her fists against his chest again with almost no power, she continued, ‘‘that’s not what happened and you fucking know it.’‘ Slamming once more against his chest before her forehead fell onto it, ‘‘you fucking know it.’‘ she added with a whisper. 

‘‘I’m so so sorry.’‘ Was the only thing he could say, before putting his hand on the back of her head, stroking it lightly while pressing his lips on her temple. 

The night wasn’t the worst night of their lives, but it was a close second or third. Their argument had been coming up for a while now, but neither really wanted to talk about it fearing with it might bring. But it simply couldn’t have been avoided, actually it could have if only they had talked when things were easier. 

‘‘We-, I just, you can’t keep doing this to me, Harry.’‘ Her eyes were sad, trying to look at him only to have him turn his head away. ‘’It hurts, okay?’‘ Y/N felt small and weak, and it wasn’t something she wanted to feel.

‘‘C’mon Y/N-’‘

‘‘No, but Harry it does.’‘

‘‘I’m not doing anything, Y/N.’‘ Harry ran his hand through his messy hair, letting a breath of frustration out. 

‘‘That’s exactly my point!’‘ Standing up, she came closer to him, ‘‘We’ve been doing this for seven months now,’‘ she waved her hands gesturing the space between them,’‘and even though I am all for not labelling people or myself, this has to be something more than just..’‘

‘‘Just what, Y/N?’‘ He dared to look her in the eyes.

‘‘I don’t know, fuck buddies, or whatever you call us.’‘

‘‘For fuck’s sake, Y/N, not this again.’‘ He slipped off of the chair, walking a few steps away from her.

‘‘Yes this again Harry. I get that you don’t feel... as much as I do, but if this is just us fucking, then,’‘ swallowing hard, she barely could continue but Y/N knew she had to, ‘‘then I don’t want it, Harry.’‘ 

‘‘But it is just that Y/N,’‘ Harry angrily said turning around to face her, ‘‘I mean it’s not just fucking, we do have some fun apart from that but that’s all it is Y/N.’‘ Lie. 

‘‘So what, you never thought that this could be something more?’‘ Tears were forming in her eyes as she was listening to their conversations. 

‘‘I mean, no not really.’‘ Lie number two. 

‘‘So you never felt a single thing for me, not even the smallest one, for the whole seven months we’ve been,’‘ the first tear ran down her cheek, ‘‘fucking?’‘ she added with disgust. 

‘‘Of course I did, I’m not that heartless, Jesus.’‘ He became more frustrated with himself and the whole situation, ‘‘But I just didn’t really think too much into it.’‘ He hung his head low in shame, mostly because he knew he was lying. They were all fucking lies. 

‘‘And while I spent the last few months showing and telling you how much,’‘ she had to stop and brush away a few tears away, ‘‘how much I love you, you never gave it a fucking thought.’‘ With that more tears started to fall down, and her heart slowly started to break. 

‘‘I care about you, okay?’‘  Harry tried to come closer and brush the tears away himself, but she just slapped his hands away, ‘‘I really do, but maybe you’re right. We should keep doing this, since I’m hurting you.’‘ 

‘‘No! Don’t try and turn this back at me, I do not want this to end. Hell, Harry I fucking love you, but I cannot keep letting myself get shattered by you because you want us to go back to fuck buddies!’‘

‘‘But that’s what we’ve always been!’‘ He argued back, ‘‘I mean, like I said, I deeply care for you but that what you and I are! Ever since the beginning I reckon.’‘ Fucking bullshit Harold, he thought to himself. 

‘‘Fuck buddies.’‘ Y/N wasn’t asking, simply saying it as a statement. 

‘‘Yes.’’ He would hurt her eventually, he just knew that, and this was a right thing to do, Harry tried to convince himself. ‘’But I’m sorry for hurting you, and I won’t do it again, Y/N, I promise.’’

‘‘You aren’t just hurting me Harry, you’re quite literally breaking me.’‘ The look she gave him after that sentence felt like the biggest punch to the face. Her sad eyes looking up at him while tears slowly fell down her cheeks broke him.

‘’I know baby, I swear I will make it up to you if you choose to be mine, and believe me when I say that I will make it up to you.’‘ Was something he was supposed to say, but instead this came out, ‘’I-I am so sorry, lovely, tha-that’s all I can say.’’ before turning around and quickly walking out of her apartment and with that her life as well. 

‘‘No, don’t touch me.’‘ Y/N pushed herself away from him, knowing well that she was the one to approach him but not because she wanted to, but because she literally felt weak. ‘‘Leave, Harry.’‘

‘‘I can’t.’‘

‘‘Yes, you fucking can. It’s exactly what you did years ago, didn’t seem to bother you then.’‘ She swallowed the hard lump she felt in her throat, pointing her finger at the door. ‘‘Leave.’‘

‘‘You don’t understand. I can’t, okay?!’‘ He pushed himself off of the wall walking slowly towards her, ‘‘The last time I did that I regretted it more than anything else in my life, and you wanna know why? Because I’ve lost the greatest thing ever, why? Because I was so fucking stupid and scared.’‘ He waved his hands around nervously, trying to take her hand or just get closer to her but she kept moving away from him.

‘‘Aw, isn’t that sweet of you?’‘ Her voice filled with sarcasm, sounding almost evil. ‘‘But s’a tad late, don’t you think?’‘ Suddenly a wave of confidence hit her as Harry’s vulnerability wall was collapsing. ‘’What exactly were you scared of? Me not loving you? Because I surely remember saying it quite a lot to you.’’

‘‘Of commitment.’‘ Admitting it to himself and her for the first time felt a like a huge weight had been lifted from his shoulders, but it wasn’t because Y/N made sure to put it back where it belong. 

‘‘Well that certainly is a shame, Harry. And I’m sorry to tell this to you, but you have to leave.’‘

‘‘Do you really love him, your boyfriend?’‘ He ignored her statement, ‘‘Like you loved me?’‘ He kept pushing her buttons, but Y/N wouldn’t let him as she would push back. 

‘‘Harry, I will not repeat myself again, leave.’‘

‘‘I’m not leaving. So just tell me, do you love him, like you love me?’‘

‘‘If you’re not, then I am.’‘ With that she picked up her jacket before Harry could stop her. 

‘‘What? No, Y/N, stop-’‘

‘‘Leave the key under the doormat or in the mailbox under my last name.’‘ 

‘’Y/N, no, please just don’t leave, okay, I’ll-’‘

But before he could finish his sentence, Y/N was out of the door and the building in a matter of seconds, disappearing into the night leaving Harry with nothing, just like he left her feeling years ago, hopeless and broken.

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*******

Riley couldn’t sleep, after the interrogation from her first meeting with Bertrand- she wondered if she could actually succeed in winning the Prince’s hand in marriage. The tour of the palace with the Beaumont’s opened her eyes wide open. The luxury, the life that others lived. It really was like living in a fairytale.

Walking through the hallways, she tiptoed not wanting to announce her mystery presence to those who were unaware about her.

“Woah what’re you doing out here?”

“What am I doing out here? I’m too excited to sleep.” Drake shook his head, he knew she was naive but he couldn’t help but think about what it would be like to have her in his arms. She was beautiful. Especially after she met them at the club in the black sequin dress. Her waitress uniform wasn’t doing her any justice.

“Can’t wait for all your fairy tale dreams to come true tomorrow at the ball, huh?”

“You don’t have to be a jerk about it.” She originally snapped before winking at him.

“Sorry I didn’t mean to...be like that.”

“Like what? Yourself?”

“Hah. You know what? Come with me.”

Riley hesitated at first, he had been sarcastic with her ever since they had met. Especially on the flight when he threatened to jump out if she broke out into song. Following him through the palace, he led her into the courtyard. Standing frozen, she looked bewildered at him as he pointed to the tree. Drake took one hand and leant against the ancient oak, his fingertips roamed through the barks crevices. They stood surrounded by a riot of coloured leaves, and the cool night air.

“Here we are.”

“You want me to.... admire the tree?” Looking at the tree it was beautiful, like something straight out of a royal portrait.

“Yep. Take a good look.” Laughing at her scrutinising every part of the tree, he shook his head. “I’m ... I’m just joking we’re actually going to climb it. The special thing about this tree is that it’s very close to the palace. So close to that from the top we can make it onto the roof.”

“The roof?” Now I know he’s pulling my leg. Or attempting to break it!

“Trust me. Its worth it. Now c’mon!”

After the struggle of the unexpected climb in a tight expensive blue dress, they reached the rooftop. If she tore the dress, Bertrand could potentially throttle her for being so irresponsible. Riley had to agree with something - it was totally worth it. The view was breathtaking.

“Wow this is beautiful.”

“Glad you like it.” Drake watched Riley’s eyes sparkle alongside the moonlight.

“Anyway I’m going to hang out here for a while.. you’re welcome to stick around if you want to.”

“What’s that over there?” Drake looked over, of course she would notice the balcony of the Prince’s room.

“That’s Liam’s room. Heh. Actually you can get there from here, if you want to surprise him.” Feeling guilty if she went, and left him alone. She debated about what to do.

“I won’t be long. I’ll just say Hi. Surprise him. Will you be here when I get back?”

“Sure.” Drake watched her leave him, feeling slightly heartbroken that she had listened to his advise- but she wasn’t there for him.

****

Riley made her way carefully across the roof, she had to thank her parents for those gymnastics classes enabling her to maintain her balance. All that practice on the beam had definitely paid off.

Seeing the window open, she was grateful that it wasn’t a waste of time. Sliding gracefully and effortlessly through the window- she managed to stick the landing on two feet, avoiding making a fool of herself.

“Riley?” Liam couldn’t breath, thought his imagination was playing tricks on him.

“Hey, I had to see you.”

“I don’t understand.. what are you doing here? Riley. I never thought I’d see you again.”

“But this is a good surprise. I hope?”

“The best. But how did you get here?”

Riley explained that Maxwell and Bertrand had decided to sponsor her for their house and to join the other suitors. Liam shook his head still trying to comprehend if this was reality or some type of dream.

“I knew house Beaumont would likely sponsor someone but I’ve never heard of a noble house sponsoring a commoner.” Riley’s heart sunk, she assumed that Liam wouldn’t use her status against her- especially as his best friend was a commoner also.

“How did you manage it? What convinced them?”

“It was Maxwell’s idea.”

“I’ll have to thank him for that later...”

“And what does a thank you from a Prince look like?”

“Oh just something small.”

“A jewel-encrusted goblet? A prize stallion?”

“Something like that seems a fitting reward. But wait. All that explains why you’re in Cordonia. But not exactly how you landed in my room. You might have noticed that the other noble ladies aren’t exactly here for a receiving line.”

“I suppose not many women show up in your Chambers unannounced.”

“Definitely not and certainly not by coming through my window. How is it that you’re here with me right now in this room, Lady Riley?”

“Well that part was my idea.”

“Your idea?”

“Yeah. Bertrand would probably faint if he knew I’d come here alone... unchaperoned.” Thinking about how Bertrand would react, could he possibly torture her until she understood the meaning of noble lifestyle.

“And so what was your plan now you have me here?”

Creeping closer towards him, she wrapped her arms around him- she could feel his heartbeat increase, as he returned the gesture.

“You tempt me, Lady Riley.”

“I tempt you? And what is the Prince tempted to do?”

Without responding, Liam led her towards the wall- leaning her against it, he didn’t remove his hands from her petite frame. Slowly pressing his lips onto hers to begin with, it soon became passionate. Breaking the kiss, baby blues fixated on each other. Riley noticed Liam’s eyes soon have sorrow in them- asking him what was the matter. He explained that with her she brought out the good in him, unexpected things seemed to occur in a positive way- always surprising him. Riley smiled, telling him too that he was full of surprises. Looking bewildered at her, she described how selfless he was wanting his friends to have a good time on his bachelor party.

“Our conversations always entertain me... but I’m afraid we’ll have to continue this conversation another time.”

Riley looked disheartened, Liam did too. After explaining that she was risking her safety being alone with him there, she slightly understood his reasoning for cutting their time short. It was her first night there- she didn’t want to become court gossip so prematurely. Promising her that he would see her again shortly, he kissed her on the cheek.

*****

Returning to the rooftop, Drake was still there as promised. Staring into the distance. Asking her if she had a good night with Liam, slightly broke his heart when she responded.

“Mind some company?”

“Course not wouldn’t have brought you here if I did. This is my favourite part of the palace. Just me and the stars.”

Leaning back onto his elbows, Riley followed. Both just staring up to the starry sky- admiring the beauty it provided.

“No one else knows about it.. so no one else comes up here.”

“It’s so isolated up here, how did you find it?”

“I spent a lot of time around here when I was growing up. Lotta games of hide and seek with Liam. Funny he never found me up here even though it’s his castle.”

“So why’d you bring me here?”

“I guess it just seemed like something you might like. I mean, whenever all these courtly Royal walls start closing in... being here helps me feel normal again.”

“Sometimes I can’t believe I’m really here.”

“I’ll say. It takes a certain kind of person to pack up and go to a foreign kingdom to try and win over a guy she just met..”

“Is this your way of saying you think I’m completely irrational?”

“I wouldn’t come right out and say it, but...”

“Just say it.”

“Yeah it does seem a lot for someone to do. Well in any case ... if you want to last around here, you better be ready for tomorrow.” Riley looked confused, with all the excitement she hadn’t considered what being a suitor had entitled. Until Drake’s words hit her like a ton of bricks.

“The masquerade ball. You know, all the bowing and curtsying? There’s rules for everything around here.”

“So I’ve been told... but can you show me?” Drake laughed at her before seeing her eyebrows rise.

“I’m serious..” Her eyes pleading with him for more sincere advise.

“Sure I’ll bite.”

Drake stood in front of her gulping. Admiring her beauty as they faced each other.

“Okay pretend I’m Prince Liam and we’re about to dance. You can’t just walk up and shake my hand or something. I’d bow to you and you’d curtsy.” The both did the noble introductions.

“And then? If we’re going to dance...”

“I’d take you in my arms and then...”

“And then..”

“I...”

“And then we dance?”

“Right! We dance. Or I mean, we would. You and Liam would.”

“And the fancy waltz play, so on and so forth.”

“Exactly..”

Needing to let her out of his embrace, he stepped back- gazing towards the floor, placing his hands into his pockets.

“So that’s it. That’s how you dance the Cordonian Waltz. Now we better go, I dont want you getting in to any trouble.”

“Trouble? Why would you get me in trouble?”

“Oh you know. Lady in line to win the hand of the Prince is seen slumming it with the local commoner. People talk in a place like this and it’s rarely good news that they are spreading. Things here... it’s not like how it is in normal life, where you can be just yourself and do whatever you want. Here there’s always someone waiting for some gossip to spread about you...something to use against you. I know what this place looks like... something straight outta a fairytale. But don’t let it fool you. Most people don’t get a happily ever after around here. C’mon.”

Drake led her back towards the tree, going down first- he was waiting for her, a gentleman gesture- waiting to be the hero incase she slipped. Holding his hand out towards her, he wouldn’t have been offended if she refused any help. Unexpectedly she held his hand, a bolt of electricity ran through his veins. Pulling her down safely, he held her in his arms briefly before lowering her down to the ground.

“Hey Drake?”

“Yeah”

“I just wanted to say thanks for everything tonight. “

“Don’t mention it. Riley....”

Riley patiently waited for him to elaborate. But he remained silent, she could see his mind over thinking- but he thought better of it, instead just providing her with a slight smile.

“Goodnight.”

“Night Drake.”

****

“Mommy?” Riley awoke startled, until seeing her twins sitting on the edge of the bed laughing her.

“Riley?” Drake came into the room with a cup of coffee for her, wondering why the twins were laughing at her. The twins re-enacted what was Riley was doing in her sleep.

“I had this crazy dream.”

“Yeah we gathered. You never laugh that hysterically in your sleep.”

“What was the dream about mommy?” Arianna asked, intrigued. Their Mom always told the children about how they met.

“Was it really funny?” Jackson asked, hoping it was one of his mom’s funny stories she would spontaneously make up when they were upset.

“I found it funny, kids go and get ready for the day.”

Drake snuggled into bed, next to his wife holding her tightly- unable to resist kissing her.

“So what was the dream about?”

“It was about when I first arrived here. That first night I met Bertrand, they both took me on a tour around the palace. Then I couldn’t sleep, so I went for a walk and bumped into the grumpy commoner. But you weren’t grumpy. You were actually helpful. You guided me to the courtyard, we climbed a tree and you showed me some breathtaking views on the rooftop. We talked, then you suggested that I sneak into Liam’s room. He was surprised to see me, kissed me against the wall- he was really out of character. Quite flirty. Then I returned to you, you said the rooftop was the place you’d escape to feel normal.” Drake began to laugh, he knew Liam felt something towards her at the beginning of the social season, but he wouldn’t allow risking her safety and kissing her in his chambers.

“But it’s not, I’ve never climbed a tree onto a rooftop. And you know where my secret location is in the palace- the library tunnel. Dance? Me? I didn’t know how to dance until my gorgeous fiancée taught me. That just isn’t my characteristic. I hated noble life, so avoided it at all costs. So no way would I know how to dance the Waltz.”

“I know! We were all out of character, that isn’t us. In my dream I seemed like some slut- doing anything to spend time with you both. I knew you was a marshmallow deep down, but I’m glad we had the slow burn romance. That was what made us the Driley that everyone loves. It was a crazy dream.”

“Maybe so. But I’m glad I was a jerk to you to begin with- making you fall in love with my cynical charm. If i didn’t act like that- I’m not sure if you’d have fallen in love with me. I’m glad it was you who taught me how to dance and you who made me become a noble. I’m glad with how the social season went even with all the drama and the scandal, I wouldn’t change our journey for anything.”

[pinkielord]

Fictober 2019 Day 1

Prompt #1: “It’ll be fun, trust me.”

Fandom: Pokemon (Based off of the events of Pokemon Sun), Homestuck (very slight though like, the homestuck is simply a facilitator for the pokemon)

Ships: Slight onesided Female!OC x Lillie, Platonic Female!OC x Hau, mentioned Female!OC x Female!OC

Rating: T for Teen

Warnings: Death mention, Swearing

“It’ll be fun, I promise.” “Hau. I am the first ever champion of the Alola Pokemon League. Sure, I might not know a lot of stuff about Alola given that I came here what, a few months ago? But, last I checked, specifically meeting up with a legendary pokemon that could smite us right where we stand, because of a weird dream that felt real, isn’t really anyone’s idea of fun.”

                                                          ~O~

To Vriskaya, Alola was…Interesting to say the least. Even when she first arrived here, somewhat reluctantly as she was perfectly fine staying staying in Kanto MOM, however it wasn’t a huge loss because at least she met nice people. Like Lillie, who was so cool and amazing and actually really pretty, and stood up to her BITCH of a mom like a bo-, okay maybe Vriskaya had a little bit of a crush on her, but that’s all it was! Besides, friends are just as good, admittedly it would be pretty hard anyways to go further, as Lillie was all the way in Kanto now; helping out her mom with that therapy thing that Bill guy made. Which would, of course, help get those neurotoxins out of her mom’s head.  And then, there were the dreams. Hell, they usually felt so real, that it was hard to realize that they were dreams at first. One thing about it that was really weird though, was that they didn’t start happening until she met Tapu Koko. She never told anyone before now because they were just dreams, nothing more, nothing less. And that brought it to the present. Where, after being unable to sleep due to missing Lillie already, despite it only have been about two months since she left. Vriskaya decided to talk to Hau, since hey, he missed her too so why not try and see if the two of them could feel better by talking to each other. And after talking about multiple things, including how bullshit it was that it was only until NOW that Vriskaya’s mom had unpacked all of their things, as she had LOADS of time on her hands when Vriskaya was out doing the Island Challenge, she had brought up the dreams. And then it all went sideways.

“I’m just saying, if they felt so real, then maybe they aren’t dreams y’know?” Hau said, shrugging slightly. Vriskaya then laughed a bit at the seemingly preposterous suggestion, “What are they then? Memories of a past lifetime? Come on! They are just dreams! Sure they are lifelike, but hey, some dreams can be.” She explained, because what else could they be but dreams? “Well, they could be memories. You’ve heard that story about the legendary beasts right? Well it could be like that!” He said, thinking of the story he read while in Malie City about the legendary beasts and how they came into being. Vriskaya nodded and then said,”Well, yeah, but! That was a special case, and that was specifically with POKEMON and I’m not even sure what I saw were even of this world! Not to mention, I have never seen a Ho-oh, and I am pretty sure the Tapu do not have that kind of ability. Besides, why would I be having some dead person’s memories? I am just me.” Seriously, other lifetimes? Yeah right! Sure, it was definitely within certain pokemons’  powers to bring the dead back to life, but from another world? Of course not!

And that just got him excited, because of course it did. “Well then, no time like the present to find out what’s up with it right?” He said while getting up, and offering a hand to his friend. She gingerly took his hand, and used it to pull herself up. “You are kidding me right? We’re seriously going to go to the Tapu about this?” She said warily, not entirely sure what was going on inside Hau’s head, and she’s not sure if she liked it. From what she heard while doing the challenge, the Tapu were nothing if not fickle. Which, actually makes sense given that they were fairy types, and sometimes fairy types were like that. Vriskaya’s mind going back to when she met her mimikyu, and how it had been several hours before she had found the little bugger, not even counting how long it took her to catch it. Conversely, Hau’s smile showed that he was definitely serious. “C’mon, you said that you started getting them when you met the Tapu right? Well, maybe the Tapu can shed some light on it!” Vriskaya sighed, she knew that it was a lost cause when Hau got something in his head, whether it be eating 100 spicy malasadas in a row, or challenging her at the league everyday for a month, he would stick to it no matter what.

Hau noticed how it seemed like she wasn’t completely on board with his decision. So then he smiled and said,  “It’ll be fun, I promise.” Vriskaya then replied bluntly, “Hau. I am the first ever champion of the Alola Pokemon League. Sure, I might not know a lot of stuff about Alola given that I came here what, a few months ago? But, last I checked, specifically meeting up with a legendary pokemon that could smite us right where we stand, because of a weird dream that felt real, isn’t really anyone’s idea of fun.” She wasn’t exactly enthused with his snap-decision, but hey, who knows what might happen. “I’m still gonna come but I am not entirely sure who would call what we’re going to do ‘fun’.” She said, doubting his words about it being fun. “Hey! It could be fun! Who knows, maybe you might wrestle with it!” He said, with his seemingly never-ending optimism. And, with that last remark, Vriskaya facepalmed. “Yes, because I could totally wrestle with a Tapu.” She said sarcastically.

She then shook her head and grabbed her bag, so she would at least be somewhat prepared for what might happen. “Though, if we get smote, it will totally be your fault for letting me do this.” She informed him, as if making sure that what might happen would be no fault of her own. “Oh come on, I’m sure it won’t be all that bad! Besides, I think the Tapu likes you so it won’t do that!” He said, patting her so hard on the back that she stumbled for a second. “Geez, those lessons with your gramps sure have been paying off huh?” She said, not expecting him to hit that hard.

The two of them then set off for the Ruins of Conflict, not knowing what exactly would be there for them, though it would probably not be fun in the way Hau meant it. Of course, like good friends, they began to converse between the two of them, and eventually, the topic of conversation made it’s way to Lillie. “Hey, Hau, did you… have a crush on Lillie? Before she left I mean.” Vriskaya asked timidly, as if she was unsure if she could ask about that, Lillie did just leave a few months ago after all, the hole from her leaving was still fresh, for both of them. “I-I, dunno, I mean, she was our friend. But, aw, I dunno! Emotions are confusing!” He stammered a bit while blushing, due to the unexpected question. which was understandable, as emotions aren’t really bound to anything logical. Then, Hau said, “What about you Vriskaya? Did you have a crush on her?” And then it was Vriskaya’s turn to blush, and it was much more noticeable, as even with how long she’s lived here, she still doesn’t have that much of a tan. “L-like you said, she was our close friend, and well, emotions are very confusing! M-maybe, if I had known her for longer though…” She admitted, not entirely sure how to deal with stuff like romance. “However, there’s one thing I think we can both agree on! She was, and is, totally awesome!” She said cheerfully. Hau nodded in agreement, “Yeah, she is really cool! I bet she’s enjoying Kanto right now!” Vriskaya then nodded, “Of course! Kanto is really cool! Oh man, I wonder if she has been to Celadon yet, the department store has some really cool items, like some pokedolls and stuff!” She said, remembering when her mom took her there a few times when she was younger.

Then, after not too much longer, they finally made it to the Ruins of Conflict. “Well, we’re here Vriskaya! Now go in and ask Tapu Koko about the dreams!” Said Hau, as he gave her a reassuring pat on the back, though with less force than he had earlier. “W-wait, aren’t you going to come in with me? This was YOUR idea!” She exclaimed, fully expecting Hau to come in with her since he brought up the idea of going here originally. “Well, yeah it was, but, it’s because of your dreams that we came here, not to mention, you are the champion after all, the Tapu will probably listen to you more because of that. Also you saw it once before so you might have some sort of connection to the Tapu, it is the one who gave you the stone for your Z-ring after all!” He explained. “I…guess you’re right. Though, if I don’t make it back alive, find my ashes and have them sprinkled on top of my favorite outfit, it’s the one that’s hanging on the doorknob to my closet.” She said, preparing for the worst case scenario. Which, when going to meet a fickle legendary could very well mean death.

Vriskaya then took a deep breath, and entered the ruins, with one of her hands wrapped around a pokeball, just in case it challenges her to a fight, which is very likely given this particular Tapu’s temperament. When she made it to the altar she kneeled in front of the altar, and said. “Tapu Koko, I, Vriskaya of Melemele Island, the current Alolan League champion, have come bearing a question for you, as it is something that has left me curious. I have been having dreams ever since I first met you months ago, and these dreams, they almost feel too real to be dreams, they are more like…memories. So I come to you to ask, what are these? Are they simply dreams or are they something more?” She then looked up and for a few seconds nothing appeared. Then, suddenly, like a bolt of lighting striking a tall tree in a forest, Tapu Koko appeared!

Then, the Tapu started to speak. But not like actual speech, instead it spoke directly into her mind via telepathy, “Rise Vriskaya of Melemele Island, Current champion of Alola. For the answers that you seek, you must show your worth to me. For you have already shown your worth to those of Alola by protecting them from the one who was corrupted by one who was outside of this world, and by becoming a champion to look up to. Now come!” As Vriskaya rose, she threw out a pokeball that was containing her mudsdale. “Go, mudsdale! Use High Horsepower! to get up to it and then use Heavy Slam to bring it down!” She said, as that was a start of a truly tremendous battle between Alolan spirit and Tapu.

After the battle, Tapu Koko bowed, “You have truly shown your worth to me, not only as what one would call a ‘trainer’, but also as a champion of the Alolan people. Now, for the answer you seek, those ‘dreams’ as you called them are not dreams but instead memories. Memories of a past life, memories of a place that no longer exists.” it told her. “Wha? But, I mean, how?! I am just me! I was born Vriskaya 11 years ago to my mom and my dad, and I lived in Kanto until my mom made me move to here because Dad died and she couldn’t keep up the rent!” She said, freaking out and unsure of what exactly this whole thing was about. Past lives? Places that don’t exist? What the hell does that even mean?! The Tapu nodded slightly, “I can see you are distressed, maybe this will help. now kneel so you can receive the gift of the Tapu.” after it said that, she kneeled and then it floated towards her and placed something akin to a hand on top of her head.

When it did that, everything became known to her. Her name was Vriskaya Serkyam, she was a…troll? And also had a chainsaw that ran on dice? And, she had two friends, one male friend who she cared for a lot, and made sure he didn’t die, no matter what. And one female friend who she probably had feelings for. Their names were Solska and Davenaya. She could also use something called…magic? There was also something about anger, and frustration as well. The three of them were fighting…something, when suddenly an explosion occurred. It was so large and so…different, it felt like every atom in that specific place had collapsed and then… nothing. 

By the time that was over, Vriskaya shakily rose up, somehow seeming just a bit more mature than what she was originally. “T-thank you, Tapu Koko. But, if I may, why was I brought back? That enemy, it destroyed me and my… friends” She asked, curious as to why she had been brought back, after all, she was originally from a destroyed universe, one that didn’t even have any sort of pokemon! “There were some who thought you still had potential left in you, so it was because of them, that you were brought into this world. However, they could only save your soul and not your body, that is why you are like this. They also believed that you would be too distraught if you were aware of all that had happened, that is why your memories were specifically with me. When I saw you when you were saving the cosmog, I felt it was only right to give back some of what once were yours.” It explained.

“Again, thank you for this. I sincerely appreciate it Tapu Koko.” She said, doing a small bow then starting to leave.”Wait! Before you leave, take this.” Tapu Koko said, giving Vriskaya the Tapunium Z. She held it for a little bit before putting it with her other Z-crystals. “You may use it to call upon the power of the Tapu anytime.” it said. “Thank you, I promise I will only use it if I need to.” Vriskaya said, before finally leaving the Ruins of Conflict. 

She then smiled when she saw Hau at the entrance. Thank goodness he was still there. “So…How did it go? Was I right? Were you right?” He asked, bombarding her with questions, since he was definitely worried about her, especially given how serious she was before entering. “Geez, I am fine Hau! And also, I will tell you later okay, since it’s getting pretty late yknow? I’m pretty sure that Hala will notice if you’re not there for your training tomorrow because you slept in from staying up to late!” She said, with a bit of levity in her voice that wasn’t there before.

“Oh man, you’re right! We’d better run so I can make it home on time! But, you gotta tell me eventually okay?” He said, getting a little bit antsy at the mention of Hala’s training. “Now c’mon let’s go!” He said, pulling on her arm, as if to make her go. “Alright, I’m coming, I’m coming.” Vriskaya said, at Hau’s insistence. Once the two made it back to Iki Town, they bid each other goodbye and then went their separate ways. 

Once Vriskaya made it home, she went into her room and started making some sketches for what looked to be three different outfits, each with a slightly different look to them. One being more ninjaesque, while still being a bit formfitting, with a few gear patterns around the front. An outfitthat looked similar to some of the dresses that she had sketched up before, but it was now seemingly mixed with a tuxedo jacket giving it a nice cinched look to it, and it also had some spiral patterns on the arms, and the front pocket of the jacket. And finally, an outfit that at first glance doesn’t look like much, but still has a few flourishes here and there, mainly around the arms and the chest. And they had the titles of “Davenaya”, “Vriskaya Serkyam”, and “Solska”. She then pinned it to a corkboard that had multiple other designs, mainly of poofy dresses, on it. Also, on top of the titled designs, she put down stick notes that say “Do ASAP” on them. For she did not want to forget her friends. Not then, not now, and not ever.

[statemant]

SUNDAY STATEMANTS - NO 1

This post is a solution that I have reached few days ago – due to having almost no time to create posts daily (while I really want to share my option), I thought of making one (longer) post on every Sunday (which I have mostly free – except fashion months) and combine everything that happened in Menswear during the past week – let’s see how It works out. So,

What would be the better start for the new format than Paris Men’s Fashion Week, that has just recently finished (on Sunday according to official FHCM schedule but actually on Monday with JACQUEMUS show).

FACTS

Runway Shows: 60 (according to official schedule)

Presentations: 27 (according to offial schedule)

Total Looks: Around 3500

Yes, when you combine the numbers, there’re fascinating results – there were around 3500 looks offered – just for Men, just in Paris – that is around 12000 pieces of clothing, 3500 pairs of shoes, around 2000 accessories – a lot! Especially considering the fact that few brands produce very identical outfits (in terms of fabrics, styling, vibes) and there’s a rapidly rising competition at Men’s fashion market. Thanks god Paris is the most diversified of them all and I could name like like only 7-8 brands that does not really fit in the schedule (compared to other 50 brands) – either they look similar, or I don’t get them (my problem?).

PALOMO SPAIN   (18 June, 11:00)

The SS 2020 (that already sounds quite major itself) has started on Tuesday, 18th June, 11:00 AM with Palomo Spain (who returned in Paris after previous season’s try in NY) with some beautiful dresses – yes, you read it correctly. Designer thinks that none of the specific garments are made exclusilvey for any gender and that he sees many boys that could rock those chiffon garments – a significant part of the collection that was inspired by Pompeii.

BODE  (18 June, 12:00)

Emily Adams Bode has just recently won CFDA Award (Emerging Designer of the Year) and there she was at 12:00 AM (straight after Palomo) in Paris, sending the collection that was inspired by her family’s history as wagonmakers for Circus in the early 1900s. She literally looked at the outfits from century ago and re-made them to keep appropriate with time.

AMI   (18 June, 20:00)

My favorite Parisian house is becoming bigger and bigger every season (and it little bit worries me to be honest, strange no? Here’s why: what I always loved about AMI is that it’s one-off menswear-only brands that produces timeless men’s clothes in a very affordable prices (and in a perfect quality), everything in the collections always feels modern (with bit of a twist), the styling is always impeccable with unexpected colors combined together BUT! I kind of missed this in the latest collection, shown at Grand Palais, it felt little bit too dark and serious (especially for Summer collection), I’ve missed color and the sense of freshness. I did like what was shown, there is a lot I would wear myself (especially now when Black has become favorite of mine) but I kind of think I could find many of those pieces at other rival brands, I understand that now brand established itself and it just becomes matter of brand loyality, when you decide where to buy regular black trench coat - that’s where AMI is headed now I guess.

ACNE STUDIOS   (19 June, 15:30) 

With Ambition to Create Novel Expressions, Jonny Johansson (brand founder) presented the collection that felt little bit weird for me (a huge brand fan tbh). I totally loved the opening with beige shirt, styled with yellow scarf, but then I did not quite get printed cycling shorts, or lace insets, or pvc details (and bit more, tbh). It was kind of everything but kind of nothing notable (Luke Leith from Vogue Runway agrees), and I felt disappointed, especially after few very, very strong seasons and increasing fame (after so many years on the market). At least, some great blazers were there (thank god!).

J.W. ANDERSON   (19 June, 13:00) 

It’s a second time for Jonathan in Paris, after moving his namesake label from London (that probably made his 2 out of 3 famed iPhones busier than before). As one of the pioneers who pushed gender-fluid shapes since the very beginning of the career, designer has put signature pieces on the runway - including dresses worn by male models. Blazers and coats had wide shoulder extensions and pants included giant fringe insets. Some of the looks could be well-fitted at his Loewe (the show was day after this in the calendar) but this still feels ”harder” and more personal.

Y/PROJECT   (19th June, 14:30)

Y/Project shows feel like a hard mathematical induction, you need a time to realize the logic behind and “solve” it, or maybe you don’t. Glenn Martens once again proved that there’s no stopping of him and he is cementing the brand aesthetic with gigantic steps every single season. For SS 20 (after showing previous Menswear at Pitti) distortion and asymmetric proportions became even more solid and serious. How can you not love the incredible outerwear, tailored blazers, knitwear and jaw-dropping denim pants – each of them proving that you can combine ugly and beautiful in a very smart way. One could analyze every single look in details, but I bet it would take a lots and lots and lots of time. Additional drama was brought by Bizet's "L'amour Est un Oiseau Rebelle" in one of the Parisian churches. It’s clear that brand’s approach to clothes are not welcomed just by fashion insiders or avid trend followers anymore, it’s just for everyone who love “smart”, fashion-forward and beautiful outfits (even if most of them are everything but classic understanding of beauty). There’s always a surprise cut or detail hidden in most of the Y/Project pieces, once you buy the garment, you get the freedom and possibility to wear it on your own way – I’ve seen myself three men wearing same Y/Project pieces in a completely different way in a same day.

VALENTINO  (19 June, 17:30) 

Pierpaolo Piccioli is keeping the youthful attitude with the insertion of loud graphic prints (this time deisgned by Roger Dean) at Valentino Men’s collections (continued from previous season’s UNDERCOVER collaboration) while keeping brand staple shapes and cuts and not following any of the ongoing trends as much, even the VLTN logo was gone this time (which makes me very happy), replaced with single vintage V sign. The signature camouflage sneaker (my first ever most expensive fashion purchase back in 2012) got upgrade shown alongside with new shapes. Long live Mr. Pierpaolo!

RAF SIMONS   (19 June, 21:00)

Raf Simons clearly is not done with America. After leaving CALVIN KLEIN (end of 2018), it’s his second outing in Paris and I think he used this time to digest everything then to express all in his latest collection. It was very Raf, I feel like he was just being honest putting his feelings and thoughts as motifs (likes of: STONED AMERICA, etc) and showing that he was disappointed with America.

LOUIS VUITTON   (20 June, 14:30)

Virgil Abloh has invited guests at Place Dauphine (Remember Carrie Bradshow walking there in SATC) and offered LV branded wooden green benches, crepes and ice creams, alongside with the beautiful collection. It was clear – Virgil has settled at the house in a year, already has several signature shapes (and lots of accessories) and as he mentioned he just (or “just”) wants to present collections that will be consistent, will help more men express themselves (and he has a huge fandom in that area) and he won’t push the exact specific inspirations (remember Michael Jackson case from previous season?). Show featured some mind-blowing floral pieces (in a form of signature harness, hat and various embroidery) modern tailoring (note: the colors), lots of mixtures of work wear with formal wear and many, many bags (some really hardcore shapes). Originally, show was planned around Notre Dame, but it had to be changed due to the recent fire (although the cathedral was still present as a motif on some of the pieces). In a few words – there’s no stopping for Virgil Abloh and his “work”.

DRIES VAN NOTEN   (20 June, 16:30)

I can never describe my exact feelings about Dries. It means and express so much of everything for me. I just let clothes speak themselves – out of this world beauty, that is all things modern, masculine, sexy, sensual, rebellious, stylish - just b e a u t I f u l. Sometimes I cried…

VETEMENTS   (20 June, 20:00)

I, myself predicted year ago that Vetements could go to McDonald’s one day - and it actually happened today. Guests went to Champs-Elysees branch of the restaurant (biggest one in Paris) to see the show that did not really shock anyone but I guess still brought the excitement to them. Show featured all things Capitalism and more - re-worked famous logos (Likes of Heineken, Vodafone, Internet Explorer to name a few), police-branded bombers, signature flower prints and awkward quotes - everything VETEMENTS has became known For. After previous season’s dark extravaganza (my least favorite show of the brand), they kind of got back to the roots and put everyone’s favorite parody and sarcasm backed pieces. Does it felt new? Ofc No, but still you do not get the fashion show at McDonald’s everyday (or at all) and condom as an invitation, so the mission that means making fashion more fun and sarcastic (but still sell it expensive) was again completed. One of the most interesting quotes that Demna Gvasalia has mentioned to Sarah Mower_ is that he always wanted to have his own celebration at McDonalds since 1997, when McD has opened in Tbilisi, Georgia (and I also remember that very day like it was yesterday, how happy I was to hold Happy Meal menu in my hands there) but he could complete it oy now, in Paris. I can’t stop loving the Gvasalias, for making my country on an international map by showcasing its darkest secrets to everyone!

BERLUTI   (21 June, 13:00)

It’s Kris Van Assche’s 2nd runway show at Berluti and we kind of see where he is going - positioning brand as impeccable (quality-wise) tailor-maker with an youthful, modern touch (mostly expressed in vibrant colors of formal clothing alongside with layered styling). Featuring older models on the runway is a message that Berluti does not forget about mature customers but wants them to look modern. Despite the very strong comptetition in this particular niche (Dior Men's and Louis Vuitton Men's in the same holding as Berluti, LVMH), there's always a need for a good (and fashion-forward) tailoring.

JIL SANDER   (21 June, 15:00)

If you thought Jil Sander could not get more sensitive and delicate, here you go with latest collection, as designers Lucie and Luke Meiers (wife and husband) mentioned in an interview with Alex Badia, they are showing their vision of tailoring, how they feel about the it and offering new ways of wearing it and it just feels right! I kind of feel the duo’s takeover at Jil Sander is still underrated and they are actual creators of the modern but absolutely timeless fashion!

SSS WORLD COPR   (20 June, 11:00)

t’s a daddies world! Justin O’Shea keeps the dandy aesthetic and crazy prints on top of his brand, always showcasing at the fanciest locations of Paris - this time at Ritz, casting some really hot models who are actually various sport (boxing among them) athletes and maybe thats why all the extravagant prints felt more real and wearable than before. And I bet many of you saw the O’Shea serving the guests himself by champagne at the start and taking the bow while he was riding a bike - very casual, indeed.

DIOR MENS   (21 June, 18:00)

Mr. Kim Jones was man of the hour (or the season) once again. He killed it 3rd time. With his couture-approach to the Men’s clothing (with continuous revisiting Dior’s women archives, especially Haute Couture alongside with John Galliano creations) and collaboratiosn with the hottest creative minds of the moment, Jones is just writing down history of modern menswear. This time it was Daniel Arsham, whom Kim contacted year ago with a request and to put his unique approach to the Dior pieces. Known formanipulating and reinterpreting existing materials and structures, Arsham has clearly engaged with Dior aesthetics and we have got some really extreme accessories (with Yoon Ambush included in the work). Appears, it’s not first time for Arsham working for Dior – back in 2005, Hedi Slimane commissioned him to design Dior’ Homme’s LA flagship. Wll, I just think of time, when they let Kim Jones take over entire Dior house (with rumors on Maria Grazia heading to Fendi after SS 20 show).

GmbH   (21st June, 19:00)

Did you notice the evil eye? Hard not to! Serhat Isik and Benjamin Huseby literally decided to ”protect” models (and then customers) from the misfortune but making it look fashionable and wearable. Featuring the usual diverse and exotic casting, GmBH presented their best to date (imo) collection at the National Institute of Young Deaf People in Paris. It was all things GmbH does the best - tailoring mixed with sportswear paired with both formal and Asics collaboration shoes - and everything being as vegan as possible. Designer duo rapidly took the spot for one of the most anticipated shows at PFW and with every season they are showing a very logical development in all areas. They’ve easily made some of their signatures well-recognisable: would this be a double-zipper denim or their logo-branded pieces and now the broader introduction of accessories, they will surely strengthen their space in buyers order sheets and customers wallets - and the strange magical effect of the ”evil eye” should actually play the significant role.

SIES MARJAN   (22 June, 13:00)

Sander Lak is the latest designer to move from NY to Paris (a step that has not been effective for Proenza or Rodarte, but still works for Altuzarra) and take Opera Bastille as a location for its debut Parisian show. Starting from knitted jampsuit (season’s trend) continued with beautiful segment of beiges (denim and cotton) and colorful crocodile-effect faux leather outwear, show also included variations on zebra print. Most of the pieces felt quite gender-fluid - all the pieces that were worn by male models could be well put on 6 females that also walked the show. Except SS 2020, show also featured Fall 2019 capsule pieces that will be available for purchase now. It all felt very modern and easily wearable - everything we all need now.

OFFICINE GENERALE   (23 June, 10:00)

Peter Maheo always serves us with delightful Sunday morning breakfasts in Paris – no, there are no croissants or chocola-chauds, but some really chic Men’s clothes. I could spend entire Spring wearing the show’s opening look (mint tailored duo), or the second look, and third, and all of the 45 others. I love how Officine Generale has kept it consistent and doe not tries hard to present gimmicks that you can never wear – I just want them all!

LANVIN   (23 June, 11:00)

After all the past year’s shake-overs at LANVIN , it seems that brand is on the way to settle and reboots itself with a fresh new page. Will this become a successful book tome? Only time will tell, but the foreword looks promising. It was a first Men’s show for house’s new creative director, Bruno Sialelli (who went from Loewe) and what he presented to audience made everyone think about only one thing – holidays! Staged around one of Parisian public pools, the show featured everything (and more) you associate with holidays – nautical stripes, bucket hats, sailor collars and even sleeping bags – white and blue shades dominated. LANVIN men now also wears printed sequin dress, azur intarsia knit jacket on a naked body and lots of baggy jumpsuits – and it all feels very young and naïve.

ALYX   (23 June, 19:00)

Can we call it the coolest show of the season? It just amazes me how Matthew Williams managed to put the brand on top of the current fashion industry in such a short time. I guess the quality that you can feel all around the brand and a dedication that Matthew and her wife Jennifer Williams (who walked the show actually) put in their brand (they have moved from NY to Ferrara, Italy to oversee brand’s production in the local factories). The collection featured sharp and sophisticated shapes. Started with classy suits and quite sexy (women’s especially) looks, show continued with signature streetwear vibe, but it also felt very, very sophisticated and elegant (and that’s not wrong for streetwear, at all), outerwear was to die for - crocodile effect rubber-like coat just nailed it!

CELINE   (23 June, 20:00)

With the second standalone Men’s show under the label, Hedi Slimane has presented “nostalgia for things I probably have never known” (read embroidery on a tote bag). It was classic Hedi (and it’s now a definition of particular style, not a single designer aesthetic), classic 70’s but felt still modern for me (and many argue on that). There’s clearly a huge market for what he is doing and with Saint Laurent making shifts to detach itself from Hedi (and CELINE as a brand), sales should be heading to the desired peak (LVMH plans to double brand sales with the help of Hedi in a short time).

JACQUEMUS   (24 June, 17:00)

Do we need to say anything more on this show?

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it was a season of SS 2019 (in June 2018) that made a huge breakthrough in Menswear – that was when Kim Jones and Virgil Abloh both had a debut seasons at Dior and Louis Vuitton and when Raf Simons returned to Paris – the craze that you could feel in Paris those days was insane, that was when everyone agreed that Menswear has its notable importance and it’s only gonna rise with every new season – with SS 2020 being fantastic continuation for that.

Oh and almost every designer mentioned how they are trying to be more sustainable, nature-friendly, gluten-free, etc…

[angelkurenai]

Shave that thing - Jared Leto x Reader

Title: Shave that thing

Pairing: Jared Leto x Reader

Warnings: None

Summary: Imagine your celebrity crush, Jared Leto, crashing your interview and not being able to stop flirting with you.

A/N: This has been waiting some time now in my PC. It was written after someone - some time ago - asked for a fic based on a recent gif of Jared and now I know it’s not that recent but oh well. This beard thing is gonna haunt us all forever.

“Welcome, welcome Jared!” Ellen said with a big grin as she hugged the man “It's so great to have you here!”

“Thank you!” he grinned “Thank you, Ellen, it's always a great pleasure!”

“And what a surprise, wow, did you-” she looked at the audience “Did you guys see that coming? I didn't! This was sounexpected!”

“You're such a wonderful actress, Ellen, you deserve an award for this!” you giggled, shaking your head with a blush as she smirked at you. Having your favorite actor crash your interview was one thing but having said favorite actor – celebrity crush crash your interview just as you were gushing about him to Ellen was an entire different one and you were still left in awe and shock to act like a normal human being.

“Oh please, I think I need it, with two Academy Award winners here I feel like I can't compete with you!” she laughed as you got up to greet the blue-eyed man.

“Fyi, I'm probably the only person in this entire set that didn't know you'd be here.” you laughed nervously and he gave you a bright smile.

“If it makes you feel any better I didn’t know up until a couple minutes ago whose interview I was crashing.” he shook your hand and for a moment you felt your heart skip a beat.

“Good to know.” you also couldn’t fight the wide grin “If I don’t act like a human being at all its because I am trying to keep the fangirl under control or my brain is not functioning properly.” you confessed and his eyebrows shot up in interest.

“I see there is actually a reason why she brought me here now.” he breathed out and before you had the chance to question him, Ellen spoke up.

“Please Jared do take a seat, don’t start flirting with my guest. Not now at least, you have all the time backstage, that’s what I called you for.” well trust your good friend to reveal her true intentions.

Jared laughed and you did blush slightly but both took a seat on the small white couch next to each other.

“So Jared, to- to fill you in on what was happening a couple minutes ago before you showed up: she-” she glanced at the crowd grinning before looking back at you two “Gushing over you, nonstop. I swear I brought up nothing, I made a very simple an innocent question without any intentions other than doing my job and she just was rambling on about you. Pretty- pretty much the same way you do about her all the time, you know?” she said with a grin and you hid your face behind your hand, especially when you heard the man next to you laugh.

“Yes, yes Ellen that is true. I do tend to ramble about her and you know it firsthand and of course I can’t nor will deny it. I do actually call myself a very big fan, I mean who doesn’t simply love this woman?” He asked the audience that were fast to respond with clapping and cheers.

“Of stop it, I am already blushing fifty shades of red.” you laughed and he merely grinned more at you.

“Oh I am just being honest! But let me-” he glanced at the audience who cheered loudly at his words and maybe look he gave you “Let me ask you, Ellen, what oh-so-innocent question did you really ask her?” he asked with a hi t of mischief in his voice and you laughed nervously. You were too embarrassed to be happy that he actually knew you as an actress and above all spoke about you.

“Simple, simple just, you know, who is the actors she would love to meet the most and why. That is all!”

“And what a coincidence, coincidence you knew neither my answer would be Jared nor that he was just backstage on your own show!” you scoffed, shrugging as you looked at Jared who was merely laughing with all this.

“I- I sense a hint of… sarcasm perhaps?” she questioned and you brushed her off with a shake of your head.

“Me? Sarcastic? Never! I don’t understand what you mean when you say that my picture is used as a definition of sarcasm in the English dictionary!” you said playfully, cracking a smile when everyone laughed.

“I’ll tell you-” she chuckled “I will tell you that I don’t know about sarcasm but when I ask for a definition of "Jared Leto’s biggest fan” your image immediately pops up! And likewise for your biggest fan, it just shows Jared!“

"With- with a big poster of me hung on his wall I presume? And hearts drawn all around too?” you glanced at him with a raised eyebrow as he doubled in laughter.

“No I actually have heart stickers!” he said in between his laughter and you couldn’t help but giggle yourself.

“I love drawing so I just drew mine!” you looked at the crowd and shrugged.

“Speaking of-” Ellen couldn’t stop herself from laughing “Of fans, as I was about to ask you (Y/n), you have mentioned you are also a 30 seconds to mars fan, in fact you broke the internet with a small video you made of you listening to Walk on Water and I wanted to know uh what was your reaction to listen to it for the first time, seeing as it was a brand new song after all these years?”

“You are just looking for ways to embarrass me while he’s here, don’t you?” you motioned to Jared who just grinned.

“Oh please don’t mind me, just go ahead and be honest, I would love to see how this turns out.” he grinned, resting his chin on his hand.

“Alright then.” you giggled “Uh being completely honest here, I kinda flipped out. It was different but as a person that has lots of musicians as friends I absolutely understood it. And in all honesty I didn’t mind at all because I ended up loving the song so much I couldn’t think about anything else! It is empowering, just like almost every song of theirs that I have heard, and it makes want to change the world! I- I honestly just think I broke the replay button!” you laughed awkwardly.

“You- you once told me there was a funny story concerning that song I think, am I right?” Ellen asked and you hid your face behind your hands.

“Ellen!” you whined “What have I ever done to you? Why do you want to embarrass me?!”

“All I did was ask a question!” she laughed and you heard Jared chuckle next to you.

“What kind of story?” he leaned closer to you and you didn’t even dare look him in the eyes.

“Alright-” you sighed in defeat “But nobody’s going to tease me about it. Uhm” you cleared you throat, shaking your head with a nervous laugh soon afterwards “I think you said something on either instagram or snapchat about uh shaving your beard if- if it reached a certain amount of streams or views on YouTube? Something like that. So I was uh at my studio at the time, I have like a mini one at my place, with all the computers I had there and the computer I have for personal use and I think a tablet too? Yeah, that too. And my phone of course with like a thousand tabs on each one playing Walk on water. There was no sound except for one cause hey I wanted to listen to the song too!” you chuckled.

Glancing at Jared who was giving you the fullest of his attention “So uh my friend came over and she was like- she paused and stared at me, I was really engrossed in all of it that I just looked at her and asked in all seriousness "Do you have you phone with you? A tablet or computer maybe?” And she was hesitant to say yes but she did, fetched her phone and all. And I was instantly like-“ you laughed "Good! Great, that’s perfect! Go on YouTube and type Walk on water, listen to it as many times as you can, we gotta shave that beard!” and I was so passionate about but she merely kept silent, giving me that WTF-look saying “What are you doing here?” and I just looked at her in he end and was like-“ you shook your head with a laugh ““What? I swear I’m not on drugs! And no, this is not some new kink of mine!” and she-“ you giggled when the entire audience and Jared himself burst in laughter.

"And she just believed me and did as I told her because according to her it was that ‘Jared time of the month’ and all.” you shrugged sheepishly, glancing at Jared who only was still laughing behind his hand.

“I'll say-” Ellen spoke up “Because Jared is obviously unable to speak, you're the first person I've ever seen to make him laugh this much! And he doesn't laugh easily, let me tell you! Jared are you- are you alive there? Because I feel like you're not really breathing right now.”

“A- a little bit.” he wiped tears from his eyes.

“A little bit? You're almost blue!” she exclaimed and with a giggle you spoke up.

“Well, he just wants to match his shirt and eyes, don't judge!” and it only caused him to erupt into a new feat of laughter.

“She- she totally gets me.” he snickered, wiping a few stray tears from all the laughing.

“A beginning of a new friendship it seems huh?”

“And perhaps more!” he winked at you and you giggled.

.

..

…

“Whoa! No flirting on my show, just go backstage!”

“Deal, come on (Y/n)!”

[surveys-at-your-service]

Survey #164

“on my forehead, a birthmark; remove it with a kiss of the knife, even if it causes me to die.”

Do you look like your mom? I'm told I do, but never seen it? Then again I'm bad at noticing subtle facial differences. When was the last time you overslept? I never have a time I need to get up now, so, couldn't tell you. What would you do if you could do anything without failing? Hm. One thing? That's tough. I guess... ride a rollercoaster without getting sick or, y'know, dying? I really, really wanna experience the adrenaline, but. Name something that happened to you that was completely unexpected? Bitch I don't even think my mother believed I would get over Jason. I feel like anyone who knew me well would've thought I'd never actually heal. Do you judge people that have multiple piercings? As if, when I want a lot. Have you read the Bible? Little of it. Do you think it’s cruel to keep an animal in a cage while you’re away? Depends on the size of the cage, if they're destructive when alone, and how long you're gone. Are there any lyrics to describe your current crush/relationship? "If I'm James Dean, You're Audrey Hepburn" by SwS screams. Do you ever receive comments on your weight? Not unless it's a doctor and I ask or if I'm asking Mom if I look like I lost any. Is there anything that you do just to make other people happy? Sometimes. When you need a temporary escape, what do you do? Go to sleep. What was the last lie that you believed in? I dunno. How long did your last feelings of heartbreak last? Like a year and a half. Do you ever have difficulty opening pill-bottle caps? Rarely. Are you uncomfortable with being photographed? No. How vivid are your memories? They can be extremely vivid while others are totally blurry. What is the worst question that someone could ask you? If I was offered a certain cold medicine. Or if someone asked about my left wrist. One would probably make me cry, the other would bury me in embarrassment. Have you ever ridden in a car with someone who was high? The driver. I was fucking terrified. That gets your ass in jail here. Who is the best hugger you know? I dunno. Sara and Girt both give great hugs. Juan did. I just like hugs okay. What is the next concert you will attend? Mom and I are desperately gonna try for Metallica in January. She literally cried and laughed hysterically when she found out they were coming; it was the sweetest damn thing I'd ever seen. Always told her we're going before she dies, and I plan on ensuring that. It's her dream. The tickets are just unsurprisingly more expensive than the average concert with who they are. What is the longest you have ever slept? Around 12 hours. Have you ever had to be put to sleep for an operation? Yes, tubes in ears and cyst removal. Have you ever had to clean up someone else’s vomit? No, and there is no fucking way I ever could. Human or animal. I would puke. Do you have any friends that are more than 2 years younger than you? One off the top of my head. Have you ever kissed some one with braces? No. Have you ever been able to do a split? Nope, not even when I was in dance. Are you intimidated by the last person you know talked badly about you? Embarrassingly, to some degree. Now in my defense, I'm afraid of most people, but she is a witch that fires straight for your insecurities, and I think it's pretty clear that I'm extremely sensitive. Have you ever cried in school? In the bathroom, I know I have, but I think I probably have teared up in class. What is the most times you have thrown up in one day? I dunno, maybe 4+ when I've had a virus? Last person to say your name? Mom, probs. Are any of your siblings married? Two are, no clue about Tiffany. Do you think the last person you kissed has ever lied to you? I'm aware she has, but I'm sure I probably did too when we were both asshole kids lmao. Who was your closest friend 4 years ago? Are you still close to that person? Colleen, and no. Have you ever liked someone else when you already had a boyfriend/girlfriend? What happened? It was one of the reasons I broke up with him. Is there a certain song that never seems to get old, no matter how many times you hear it? I will always be in the mood for Manson's "Third Day of a Seven Day Binge." Do you like to have croutons in your salad? Ugh no. Which do you find more irritating - sunburn or bug bites? Sunburn. What shape/type of fry do you like best [waffle fry, curly fry, steak fry, sweet potato fry, tater tot, etc.]? Hmm maybe curly. What’s your favorite type of bird? Barn owls. How many friends do you have on Facebook? 114. What pet names do you use with your significant other? OH GOD. "Honeybee," "pretty woman," "love(ly)," "sweetie," "hun(ny)," "babe," "baby(girl)," and yeesh probably more. Do you carry any means of protection on you while out in public? No, but I do plan on getting pepper spray once I'm more independent/on my own. Would you ever pick up a hitchhiker? Nooooo I ain't dyin' today. What is something that most people wouldn’t know about you from simply looking at you? I was once in great shape oops. What’s your longest road trip? I can't recall if Florida or NY was longer... Do you have any videos on your phone? If so, of what? Yes, the video that Sara sent me of Jem reaching for her. Actually the most precious thing I've seen. Do you think that your bedroom is a reflection of your personality? Or would people look at your room and misjudge you? Sure. Who would you really like to become better friends with? Yeesh, a lot of people... Mostly old friends. Do you personally know anybody who has more than five tattoos? Yeah. How big is your bed? Queen. Have you ever been to a bachelor or bachelorette party? No. Do you think it’s important for children to have a father figure in their life as they grow up? Gave some thought to this, and no. It's preferable to have two parents, but who says gender really matters? Just give the child two caring, unwaveringly supportive adults that can both teach them different things. Tbh I think having gay parents would allow you to grow up more open-minded anyway. Do you include your middle initial in your signature? Only if I'm supposed to. Have you ever imagined how it would feel kissing a certain someone? Yeah. Have you ever taken a picture with Santa when you were little? Yes. If you could have one more pet, what? One more python morph. Something you want to buy real bad? A drawing tablet. Something you would NEVER buy? Traditional mouse traps came to mind first. Inhumane as all hell. Now those that get them caught in a box, sure, because it in no way harms them. Just take them outside, asshole. What do you think will happen when you die? Hopefully, go to a positive afterlife of peace. It'd be amazing if you saw Heaven as you've always pictured it, but who knows how that works. I just about actually pray that you see loved ones again. Could you wait until marriage for sex? I could, yeah, but I'm pretty sure I dropped the abstinence thing. How would you describe your sense of humor? Dry and incredibly sarcastic. Do you share a middle name with any of your siblings? Yes. Do you currently have any bruises on your body? No. Can you cry on command? If so, have you ever used it to your advantage? No. Have you ever seen a lunar eclipse? A good number, yeah. A solar one? No. :c Do you know anyone who writes huge essays when they message you? Yeah, I don't mind! Show interest in talking!! Do you think your first love still loves you? Definitely not. I don't think he has a spot for me anywhere in his heart, really. Are you someone who has to analyze everything? Hi, I'm Brittany. What’s the last thing that scared the hell out of you? Mom popping up at my door talking when I had NO clue she was home. Do you have any awkward music downloaded on your iPod? I have "Daddy" by PSY can I jump off a bridge now. Have you ever been to church? What was it like? Yes, and it's something I've never enjoyed since being a little kid. Even in my more religious phases, I didn't enjoy it. It's boring and revolves way too much around "God is in control of everything," which sorry, don't believe so. Has a member of the opposite sex ever seen you naked? Yes. Do you use an umbrella when it rains? No. What articles of clothing have you been wanting to buy/did you buy recently? BITCH let me be small enough to wear gothic-looking corsets like I am TURNED ON. Were you ever a flower girl or ring bearer in anyone’s wedding when you were little? No. If you could either be fire resistant or breathe underwater, which would you rather be capable of? Hmmm fire resistant, I guess. Have you ever bought fake money and tried to make it pass for real? No. Have you ever had to sell something for a school fundraiser? Yup. If you have any piercings, who did them? Claire's and then two parlors here. Do you know someone who had completely changed for the worse when he/she started hanging out with another person? If so, who? HAHAHAHA JASON. He got closer to the ego-fueled Dillon, and then he began to change. Have you ever been pulled over, but just let off with a warning? No. Do you like mash-up songs? Occasionally. What do you consider to be a bad grade? For me, a low B. Would you ever consider adopting a child with a severe mental illness? If I wanted kids, probably not. I don't think I'd be the appropriate guardian for one with severe disorders. Have you ever pole danced before? No. Have you ever seen a live bat? Yes. Has a pet ever stolen food from you as you were eating it? Probably. Are you more comfortable kissing a boy or a girl? No preference. Have you ever kissed someone and hated it? He kissed me, but it was legit awful. Who in your family is the hardest to please? Grandma. Would you ever pierce your “private” areas? *holds out holy cross @ parlor* What type of humor do you find funniest? CLEVER. And, surprisingly, self-deprecating if you cast it as confident. I just like when people are able to joke about themselves. NOW, this is a sense of humor to be careful with of course, but some can use it hilariously. What types of things fascinate you? WOWIE SO MUCH!! Caves, outer space, how spiders design webs, lightning bugs, abandoned buildings and shacks, animal behavior (especially w/ social species), witchcraft, the paranormal, and... wow, so much more. The universe is just incredible! What kind of place would you want to raise your children? Answering for if I actually wanted them: Out. In. Nature. It's a shame how reliant we are on technology - myself included -, so I'd want my children to know true fun and knowledge is found outdoors. Teach them an appreciation for the outdoors and the creatures we share this planet with. So I'd definitely want to live out in the woods more than I naturally do. Has your father met the boy you currently love? *girl, but yes. Haven't directly asked him, but I'm quite sure he likes her. Would you rather spend a whole day with your mom or your dad? Probably Dad. He's easier to get along with, very fun, and then I just don't get to see him nearly enough. What serial killer do you find most disturbing? Don't know much about any, but I know Charles Manson was all kinds of fucked up. Have you ever written or received a suicide note? Written. Do you have the same color hair as your siblings? Yes. Do you have the same color eyes as your siblings? Only Bobby. What is your favorite type of cat? Persian. What’s your opinion on tattoos in the workforce? How about piercings? JUDGE BY WORK ETHIC, NOT HOW THEY FUCKING LOOK. Do women breastfeeding in public make you feel uncomfortable? Why or why not? If you have a problem with a mother feeding her hungry child naturally, I don't want to know you. At all. This is a "controversial" topic where it is only black and white: You're either an ignorant ass, or an intelligent human being that knows what the hell breasts are for. Who in your life makes you the most uncomfortable? My sister's husband, probably. He's against just about everything about me, and his judgment is pretty damn intense. I don't go to church, my hair "isn't feminine" like it "should be," and I'm in a gay relationship. I'm aware he doesn't like me even though he tries to put on a nice face. Is there anything that you do just to make other people happy? Ha, shave my legs. What band would you most like to meet? Lemme meet Ozzy before he passes away 'cuz I need to THANK HIS ASS, plus he cracks me up. Do you have a least favorite day of the year? Not particularly... Well, I realized this year now that I'm healed that Jason's and my anniversary date gives me anxiety. I look back at just how demolished I was and wonder what it would be like if I never got help. 99.99% sure I'd be dead by now. Do you want someone you can’t have? No, I have her. :''''') When was the last time you wanted to punch someone in their face? Over a week back. I legitimately wanted to punch her. When was the last time you totally broke down? It's been awhile. Has a friendship ended recently that you wish had not? No. Do you ever listen to country music? It is rare as fuck if I actively look for a country song. Would you have sex with the 5th person on your text inbox? WELL, she's a minor, so, but she's also not my type romantically. She's a lil sis to me. Are you attracted to the last person that kissed you? Yes. If you could seek revenge on someone would you? No. What are you listening to right now? "Mutter" by Rammstein, ahhhh it's gorgeous & I wanna make a character influenced by the concept. Are you afraid of death? Not really. Do you think you have to be skinny in order to be beautiful? Fuck off. Have you ever drooled in public? Maybe? I don't recall a situation. Have you ever been bitten by a dog? No. Would you ever shave your head? The one and only situation I could see myself doing this is if my child had to have this happen for cancer or something and they were self-conscious, so I'd do the same. Have you ever drawn a picture with sidewalk chalk? Yeah, I used to love playing with chalk. What is the worst possible way to die? Maybe burning alive. Or getting slowly eaten alive. Have you ever burnt yourself with a lighter? No, I don't mess with them. They scare me. Would you ever meet someone you met online? Already have, and there's more I'd love to meet. Have you ever kissed the TV? Not to my memory. Would you rather visit a sunflower field or a pumpkin patch? Sunflower field. Have you ever found a four leaf clover? Yes, the day of or a couple after Dad left. I found a patch of them, actually. When you’re being kissed, do you like it when they hold your face? Yeah. Explain why you stopped kissing the last person you kissed? Well she had a plane waiting for her lmao. If you were on life support, would you want to be taken off? YES. FUCKING PLEASE. DO NOT LET ME SUFFER LIKE THAT. Who was your first kiss? First person I romantically kissed on the cheek was Juan, Juan was the first to kiss me, first *actual* kiss was Jason. What’s your favorite form of dancing? Modern. Make it some sorta creepy and creative shit. What’s the most disturbing thing you’ve ever been through? Hmmm. I guess uh. Obsessive and invasive thoughts? Have you ever been to a race track? (horses) No. Are you good at braiding hair? Don't even know how to. Or are you into PETA and all that? They're too extreme. Have you ever hugged someone for over a minute? Yeah. Would you ever get a tattoo on your collar bone? I already have one, but I don't even want it anymore. I have ideas I like more for them. It's my ohana one, but that's not really a suitable one for me? Family via blood, you're an ass? I'm not associating with you. "Family" by intense friendship, that ends if someone turns into an asshole too. Probably gonna end up getting it covered. Do you check your texts right away when you receive them? Yeah. Is there one person you look at and automatically smile? Sara and Mark. No seriously, there will probably be at least a small one there. Do you wake up cranky? Rarely. I can be if someone wakes me up, though. I'm generally okay when I wake up naturally. Do you get offended if someone repeatedly checks their mobile phone when you’re out for lunch or dinner? Like non-stop, I'm not offended, I just think it's pretty rude. Who is your favorite character from Friends? Don't watch it. How would you deal with a significant other who cried all the time? Try my absolute best to help them. What is your favorite flavor of Monster? I hate that stuff. Tastes like poison. Have you ever ran from the police? No. Have you ever written on someone’s face in your yearbook? Ha ha yup. Do you have any trophies? Yeah, in "treasure boxes" as we call them for sure. Would you cheat on someone for revenge? Or if they wouldn’t find out? No, I hate that shit. So petty. Rate your self confidence: 1 being insecure and 10 being cocky: Like... two or three. Does your family have a secret? Not that I know of. When/where are you most likely to sing? In the car. Are you in shape or more out of shape? HA. Do you have sympathy for those who hurt you? I guess it depends. Do you spend too much time at home? I'm just about a hermit because I have *nowhere* to go. I don't hang out with people, don't have a car. It sure is fun. Do you require visual assistance (i.e.; glasses or contacts)? I have glasses. My vision is atrocious without it, right eye especially. Ever held a newborn animal? Kittens, yes. Have any unpleasant public transit stories to tell? No. Are you afraid of failure? Yep. Have you been called a bad influence? Only by Colleen's mom, that I know of. Apparently me hanging out at the house and talking to and helping his mother whenever she needed it as well as always smiling at him was just awful for Keegan. What about Chinese food? Love it or hate it? Not a fan. All I ever like are fried rice and eggrolls. Do you get stage fright? When I was a dancer, I really didn't. Now if I was alone, probably would. Any current family issues? When is there not at least slight issues. Nothing big, though. Who is the last friend you spent time with outside of school? She's not my friend anymore, but Colleen. I haven't hung out with a current friend in many, many months. Do you think that people have the power to make their own lives better? YES!!! Literally never forget this. What is the biggest problem in your life right now? Extreme loneliness. What is the last movie you watched all the way through? Slender Man. Have you ever had a friend with benefits? No. Do you feel like nobody understands you? The only two that I believe certainly do are Sara especially, but also Mom. What’re your plans for today? I have therapy at four, got a shitload to talk about, and after that I have to take my files there to vocational rehab. Maybe drive around to look for photograph opportunities if Mom's up for it. That's it. Do you have a common first name? Very. I'm thankful it's a name I actually like, though. Do you know anyone with a lazy eye? Knew someone. Do you like spicy chips? Omfg YES. What’s the last movie you watched at a friend’s house? *former friend, Shrek. Her son loves it so we watched it almost every time I was over and bitch no complaints. Do you have any tattoos on your arms? Two, then another if you count my shoulder. Do you own a tea pot? No. Can you remember your parents’ birthdays? Mom's. I remember it because mine's Feb. 5th, then all I need to know is August as hers is August 5th. I know Dad's is in April. Did anyone see you kiss the last person you kissed? Well we were right outside an airport.

[majesticmarais]

Pinky Promise | J.A

Requested? yes by anon!

Summary: Y/n and Jack get in an argument after Jack continues to distance himself

Warnings? Swearing but what else is new, CHEESY AF

Word Count: 1.7k

Tags: @averysgarl @adorkableavery @seavveywdw @lovableherron @averys-headass @jackaverybabe @jackaverysboo @samithepixie @im-on-something-different

A/N: It’s been a lil while since I’ve written an imagine so I hope you enjoy!! I was on spring break so I was busy and I’m spending some time with my boyfriend before he heads back to LA so I’ll probably have more time to write soon, my motivation isn’t all there, anyway I’m rambling ENJOY THE IMAGINE! Also if you guys want more sad imagines since I know y’all liked the Jonah one leave me requests!!

I stood outside of Jack and I’s favorite lunch spot. The place where we always met up when we needed to talk about things, catch up after tour, or just spend a few hours when we wanted to be somewhere other than one of our houses.

I stood beside the bench, not bothering to sit on it since Jack was supposed to get here any second, no need to get too comfortable.

The warm California sun felt comforting as it shone against my skin, the light breeze rippling through my shirt as I watched people passing me along the sidewalk, each person so different from the other.

I pulled out my phone and checked the time, Jack was usually never late. Maybe he’s just in traffic.

**

After having stood outside for ten minutes, I decided to make my way into the restaurant, sitting down at the table Jack and I almost always sat at. As I tapped my fingers on the soft dark wood of the table, I stared out the window, expecting to see Jack show up, the bright sun reflecting off of his messy curls.

I sat there for almost another 30 minutes before ordering on my own, expecting that Jack had forgotten, and that he wasn’t showing up.

Jack had been pretty much blowing me off for the past few months. Now that he had better things to do and better people to spend time with, I always seemed to be a second option to him, or even a last option at that. It made me feel like he didn’t care any more, and I was losing the boy who I’ve loved for years, and who was my best friend and my rock.

I tried calling him and was sent straight to voicemail, the loud beeping sound making me cringe slightly as I furrowed my eyebrows, trying not to sound too annoyed as I spoke.

“Hey, Jack, it’s Y/N. Remember me? Yeah I guess you forgot we had lunch plans today so yeah I’m gonna eat and go home, talk to you later,” I muttered, placing my phone down slightly more aggressively than usual as I sat in silence, waiting for my food as the clinking of other people’s utensils against their plates mixed with their conversations filled the room.

My food was placed in front of me and I thanked the waiter politely, looking across at the empty chair that sat in front of me, one that was usually filled by the loud and happy presence of my best friend.

“Oh Jack,” I sighed to myself, picking up my fork, “why do you keep disappointing me?”

I sat on the couch in my apartment, watching reruns of my favorite show in hopes to distract myself from Jack forgetting about me once again. I wanted to hate him, but I couldn’t. I knew that he could do almost everything and I would go running to him with open arms the second he asked.

The coffee mug I was holding warmed up my hands as I watched TV, a tingling sensation appearing in my usually cold hands, making me shiver slightly at the feeling.

Breaking the comforting tranquility of my small, empty apartment was the loud sound of the doorbell, making me jump slightly at the unexpected sound. I set my mug on the table and stood up, sliding my feet along the wooden floors as I made it to the front, opening the door to reveal none other than my best friend, Jack.

I stood there silently, staring at him as his eyebrows raised in the middle, his lips parted as if he were about to say something, but we stood there in silence, the tension between us so thick you could cut it with a knife. 

“Y/N, I’m so sorry. I totally got distracted and didn’t realize what time it was and I just, I’m so sorry,” he rambled, clasping his hands together in front of him.

“Whatever, Jack, I don’t want to hear it,” I muttered, trying to shut the door on him but was interjected by his arm, making me let out a sharp exhale.

“Seriously, Y/n, I won’t do it again, can we just reschedule for tomorrow and be cool?” he asked.

“No, Jack, we’re not ‘cool’,” I snapped, “you’ve been blowing me off for months. Months. I seriously don’t think you give a fraction of a fuck about me anymore so if you want to just stop being friends completely just do it. It would hurt a lot less than me constantly trying to find a way to keep this friendship alive. I thought I mattered,” I ranted angrily, my hand still on the door frame, ready to shut it at any second.

“You do matter!” Jack retorted. “Obviously I care about you, Y/n, you’re my best friend. I just lost track of time!”

“Well clearly I don’t matter enough for you to actually commit to plans to see me. You’re not doing a very good job of being a best friend,” I snapped back, feeling my heart speed up as I stared at his face that I could always read perfectly.

“I’m busy, Y/n! Why does this matter to you so much anyway? You’re still my best friend I just can’t see you as much anymore and I’m sorry that living me dream is getting in the way!” he said, a tone of anger filling his voice now as he took a step closer to me, making me inch the door closed.

“It matters because I don’t want to fucking lose you, Jack!” I said back, my voice raising.

“You’re not losing me! You’re overreacting!” he replied.

“Am I?” I asked sarcastically, “Jack I would do anything for you. I bend over backwards for you constantly and break all my fingers for you and you barely lift one up for me. I have been in love with you for years and lately I’m lucky if I even get a text from you now that you’re off with better people!” I yelled, regretting my words instantly once they left my mouth, noticing that Jack’s eyes had widened.

“You what?” he asked, probably wondering if he just misheard me.

“I-I-nothing, just go Jack I don’t want to do this anymore,” I sighed.

“I’m not leaving,” he answered, his eyes piercing into mine.

“Fine then I will,” I scoffed, pulling my shoes on that were right next to me as I pushed past him, running out onto the street, not looking behind me, wondering if I really fucked up this time.

My legs dangled along the edge of the cliff that Jack and I used to always go to. I stared down as the waves splashed against the shore, the water making the rocks down below seem shiny as the sun reflected off them.

I wiped a tear from my eye and took a deep breath, taking in the smell of the trees and the water around me.

This was mine and Jack’s spot. It was like our sanctuary. We stumbled upon it one day a few years back when we were just adventuring together, and we instantly fell in love with it and began meeting there all the time. If we needed to talk, cry, or just escape from the bustling world a bit, this was where we went. It was just Jack and I here, now I wasn’t sure if there was a Jack and I at all.

Breaking me from my thoughts was the crunching of footsteps on branches behind me, causing me to jump and flip around, seeing Jack walking towards me, his arms up as he pushed tree branches out of the way of his face.

I turned back to face the water, looking down at it again, knowing he was getting closer. I felt his presence beside me as he sat down, his feet dangling along the edge right next to mine.

“How did you know I was here?” I asked, playing with my fingers as I averted my gaze from Jack.

“This is our spot. I had a feeling you would be here. Plus, I wasn’t that far behind,” he shrugged.

“I’m really sorry again, Y/n, I know I’ve been a really fucking shitty friend to you lately, but I really want to make it up to you. Please let me. I shouldn’t have told you that you were overreacting and I should have listened instead of being a defensive douche. I’m sorry,” he apologized profusely.

“I’m sorry too, I didn’t want to fight I just felt like I was losing you. I meant what I said by the way, about you know, so if that ruins things then I guess that’s fine,” I shrugged.

I continued staring down at the rushing waves, feeling Jack’s hand on mine, interlacing his fingers. I finally got the courage to look up at him, squeezing his hand gently.

“I’m in love with you too,” he said.

“Liar,” I mumbled.

“I’m not lying, Y/n, even though I know I haven’t done a good job at showing it,” he answered.

“You’re being so cliché,” I chuckled slightly, looking back at the water.

“Remember when we used to come here all the time?” he asked once he noticed my mesmerized gaze.

“Yeah,” I nodded, “It’s one of my favorite places in the world.”

“Anywhere next to you is my favorite place in the world,” he answered.

“So cheesy,” I chuckled again.

“I try my best,” he shrugged.

“I’m so sorry I’ve been so shit lately, Y/n. It’s definitely not because I don’t care. Life is so hectic and some days I don’t even know how to deal with it. I won’t disappoint you again,” he said.

“Promise?” you asked.

“I promise.”

“Pinky promise?”

He chuckled as he stuck his pinky out, linking it with yours as you both touched the pads of your thumbs together like you always did since you’ve known each other.

“Pinky promise,” he whispered, “forever.”

[haechanhearts]

Unexpected

best friend! hoseok

Summary: you’re being constantly hassled by the most popular guy at school to go on a date with you, and hoseok comes to your rescue. But this leads to maybe a certain realization of feelings. 

Pairing: hoseok x reader?? namjoon x reader??

genre: kind of angsty?? but remember I can't write angst so kind of fluff too

word count: 2.2k not edited (longest thing I’ve written on here)

read part one here

(this made me realize how much I love writing imagines and I should do it more often) 

“Y/N! So all I’ve been hearing around school is that you’re dating Hoseok! And you know that I don’t like rumors so I wanted to go to the source,” Hye, a friend of yours, asked.

The thing with Hye is, although she is probably the sweetest person you’ve ever met, she can sometimes get bothersome. But you know better than to be rude to her for simply asking a question. You also didn’t want to lie to her because of how kind she is.

“Well, technically, yes. We’re going on a date this Friday, but it isn’t anything serious. He’s a really good friend.” You respond while closing your locker. You assumed the conversation was over as you started walking to your next class but Hye started walking beside you.

“A friend that you, you know, like-like!” she exclaims while playfully elbowing you. Slightly shaking your head, you let out a sigh. 

“I don’t know, maybe! I just want to see where this goes, because we’ve been friends for as long as I can remember and I don’t want to put that in jeopardy,” You say, not realizing you might have shared too much information.

“I totally get it, y/n! But Hoseok is a total catch! And he’s also super sweet, so if it doesn’t work out, I can assure you that you guys would still be best friends!” Hye tells you.

You knew that she was right, and you knew that you both loved each other too much to let something as silly as that break you apart. What you didn’t know was why you were doubting this whole relationship fiasco. You knew everything about Hoseok as he did you. You loved him dearly, but you never thought about dating him until he brought it up. You wanted to give it a try because, as Hye said, Hoseok is a catch and you knew that. Something was holding you back from jumping at the opportunity to go on a date with Hoseok. 

Eventually, Hye left you to get to her class, and you were strolling down the hallway, definitely in no rush to get to class. Mostly paying attention to your phone, you didn’t notice that you passed Namjoon and his clique.

“Hey, y/n!” you hear Namjoon say behind you. You also hear the click of his shoes, signaling that he was jogging towards you. Turning around quickly, you didn’t realize the proximity of Namjoon and you accidentally bump into his chest. You let out a small squeak of surprise when a sharp pain was felt throughout your nose.

“Oh, uh sorry y/n! I didn’t mean to bump into you,” he quickly says.

“Ugh, it’s fine. What do you want?” You ask him, slightly annoyed with good reason.

“Well, I just wanted to let you know that you look very pretty today,” Namjoon says, while looking into your eyes maybe hoping for some type of reaction.

“Namjoon, I’m wearing school uniform. This is what I wear everyday. I style my hair the same way and I do my makeup the same way. Today is no different than any other day,” you tell him, a little exasperated.

“Well, um, you look good everyday?” Namjoon says, but unconfidently.

Turning around, you start to walk away but not before saying, “And Namjoon, dial it down with the cologne, why don’t you?” You hear a small chuckle from Namjoon before you walk into your classroom.

On Friday night, you started getting ready for your long awaited date. You have to admit, you were very excited. For one, the new French restaurant seemed very nice and secondly, Hoseok continued to tell you how amazing this date would be. He was excited as well, and you were glad. 

You were all dressed and ready. You spent a good hour and a half doing your hair and makeup. You looked good, that was for sure. Heading out, you and Hoseok decided to meet each other at the restaurant because you both had after school plans. You arrived at the restaurant and you were admiring everything about it. 

The second you walked in, the scent of the cooked food filled your nose and a sudden smile was shown on your face. You ask for a table, and patiently wait for Hoseok to arrive. A few minutes had passed, but you weren’t worried because you arrived a little bit early. You occupied yourself by looking through your phone. After about twenty minutes, you decide to text Hoseok since he hasn’t arrived yet. 

You [ 6:23 p.m. ] : Hey hoseok, I was just wondering where you were... um i’m at the restaurant so 

Hoseok [ 6: 36 p.m. ] : y/n I cant be on my phone much but i’m sorry! The meeting is lasting a lot longer than expected and the co captain and I need to stay! Rain check?

You [ 6: 37 p.m. ] : oh that’s fine... we can come another time

Hoseok: [ 6: 37 p.m. ] : I’m so sorry y/n

Letting out a loud sigh, you grab your bag and head out of the restaurant. Deciding that you didn’t want to go home just yet, you go into a small coffee shop near the restaurant. You were definitely bummed out, but you understood that it wasn’t Hoseok’s fault. Keeping that in mind, you made sure you didn't get angry or upset. 

You order a hot tea and take a seat at the nearest table. The coffee shop was very cozy and welcoming. Adding hot tea to the mix was even better. If anybody saw you right now, they would probably think you were extremely over dressed for a café. Looking out the window, you notice that the sun was almost completely set, only the very top of the sky illuminated. 

Getting too distracted by the scene right outside the window, you didn’t know that someone had taken a seat in front of you. 

“You look a little too fancy for just a coffee run” A familiar voice says. Snapping your head forward, you’re met with Namjoon. He had that silly smirk on his face and his dimples were showing. 

“Namjoon, I’m not in the mood right now,” you say softly, propping your head up with your hand. You fidget with the cup in front of you, mindlessly.

Namjoon suddenly dropped his smirk and tilted his head slightly. “What happened?” he asks. He seemed genuinely curious and almost worried.

“It’s not a big deal. And I don’t think you even really care,” you respond. 

“No, I do care. You look upset, and I don’t want to see you upset,” he says.

“I’m not upset. I just- You know how I had that date with Hoseok today? Well, I was waiting at the restaurant and he told me that he wouldn’t be able to make it,” You finally let out.

Namjoon didn’t look at you with pity or sympathy. Really, he was looking at you the way he always does. “I’ve been stood up many times, and it really isn’t fun,”

“No, I didn’t get stood up. Hoseok was in a soccer meeting, and he had no choice but to stay longer.” You defend. 

“Sorry, Y/N. You got stood up. Intentionally or not.” Namjoon says while shrugging his shoulders. That dumb smirk found a way back to his face.

Scoffing, you cross your arms and ask, “Wow, you just love pushing my buttons, don’t you?” 

“What I love, is when you make sure the whole world knows that you aren’t to be messed with. When you stand up for yourself. That’s what I love.” 

Surprised by his answer, you slightly tilt your head and furrow your eyebrows in confusion. 

“Did I, Kim Namjoon, just make YOU speechless?” He sarcastically asks.

Chuckling a little bit, you say, “No, you didn’t. And you never will.” 

“You know that if we went on a date, I wouldn’t leave you alone, waiting at a restaurant just because of some sports meeting,” 

Thinking about what Namjoon said, you didn't get a chance to respond. The baristas eventually called Namjoon’s name to which he asked if would be able to sit with you still. You said yes because, to your surprise, you were actually enjoying his company. He sat down across from you, once again and began another conversation. He made sure you didn’t think back to your failed date. You were grateful, to say the least.

Later that night, when you finally arrived home, you wanted to rest. Hoseok hadn’t texted you for the rest of the night, which was strange for him. You didn’t stress about it though. You knew you would talk to him about it sooner or later. 

Looking through social media, you see a few pictures of Hoseok and you together throughout your account as well as his. You have been best friends with Hoseok for as long as you can remember. You had pictures from when you were six years old with him. Hoseok was someone so special to you and you knew that for sure. 

“What am I doing?” you ask yourself out loud. You decide to call Hoseok and talk to him about what happened. After a couple rings, he finally picked up.

“Hey y/n! Um I just wanted to say that I’m really sorry for what happened earlier today. I understand if you’re upset but I just wanted to apologize,” He says, the second he answers the phone.

Thinking for a moment, you say, “Hobi, don’t worry about it. It just. It got me thinking about us. And how amazing of a best friend you are. And how much you mean to me,” 

“You’re going to say that you don’t want anything to change. That I mean so much to you that you can’t lose that,” He says while letting out a sigh.

“Hoseok, I’m sorry. I- I love you too much to do something that might ruin something so special to me. We will always be together and I don’t want that to go away because something messed up while we tried dating. I hope you understand,” You tell him.

“It’s fine, y/n. You know that I’ll always respect your decision. And you know that I love you very much. Too much probably.” Hoseok says, letting out a breathy laugh.

“I love you too much, Hobi.” 

“Not in the same way I do,” you hear him say under his breath. Pretending you didn’t hear that, he continues, “Ok, well I’ll let you rest. Sweet dreams, y/n.”

“Good night, Hobi.”

A few weeks had passed since that phone call with Hoseok, and everything was back to normal. You and Hoseok were as close as can be. Two peas in a pod, if you will. It almost was like that night never happened. Everyone in school knew that you two “broke up” even though you were never together to begin with. Somehow, this set off a reaction of many, many girls coming to Hoseok, asking him out on a date. He declined the first few but eventually agreed to some. They never worked out though. 

You definitely looked at Namjoon differently after that night. You saw a different side to him that you hadn’t seen before. Whenever Namjoon saw you in the halls, he continued to tease you but you learned to make the best out of it, which led to you teasing him as well.

One day, you were rushing to the library during your free period. It surely was a regular occurrence. Quickly walking passed the rows of lockers, you hear someone call your name. 

“Namjoon, do you think this can wait? I really need to study for next period,” you ask.

Quickly, Namjoon is at your side, speed walking with you. “I want to talk to you, though,”

“Sorry, maybe later” you lower your voice while entering the library. Taking a seat, at a table in the corner, Namjoon sits right across from you. 

“Now can I talk to you?” He asks.

“Yes. Only if you can do it without making a sound and distracting me,” you say, basically responding with no.

“Y/N, will you go on a date with me?” He suddenly asks. Your head immediately shoots up at the question. Looking at Namjoon, you see that his eyes look hopeful and his mouth is formed into a small smile.

“I’m getting a strange wave of deja vu,” you jokingly respond while squinting your eyes a bit.

“So? What do you say, y/n? I know that you don’t see me the same way you used to. I really like you. Like really, really like you.” Namjoon says. 

Quickly looking around the room, your eyes catch Hoseok’s. He was looking at you and Namjoon. You look at Hoseok for a few seconds, almost asking him if you should say yes. Hoseok put a thumbs up and gave you a smile with pursed lips. He nodded his head softly, giving you reassurance.

Turning to Namjoon, you look at him and give him a large smile. “I’ll go on a date with you!” 

The second Namjoon heard these words, he got up from his seat and pulled you into an embrace, and you gladly accepted. Turning your head slightly, you take a glance at Hoseok, only to see him focusing on the book in front of him, with his eyebrows furrowed. Not thinking much about it, you let go on Namjoon and say, “I’ve liked for a while now, too.” 

Namjoon hugs you again, seeming so excited and happy that you said yes.

You were excited too, and you knew that Namjoon was someone who you could really trust.

-ok hopefully you all enjoyed! It is definitely longer that the previous part but I wanted to fit in as much as possible. lol I think this was the most angst I’ve written which is funny bc this really wasn't that angsty at all

[huntertales]

Part Four: Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell. (Family Matters S06E07)

Episode Summary: Dean becomes suspicious of Samuel’s motives. Sam, however, isn’t sold on the idea that their grandfather is doing anything wrong, leaving the reader stuck in the middle of who to trust. When the reader and the boys go along on a hunt with the Campbells, things go terribly array. Warnings: Demon!Reader, mentions of seizures. (I am not a doctor. There is a brief mention of it. That’s it. But I am 99.9% sure I’m totally wrong about everything that I just wrote. Take no offense.)  Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader Word Count: 5,133.

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The Winchester brothers have dealt with their fair share of demons that liked to cause a little trouble and raise some hell. Ruby, a black-eyed bitch who fooled all of you into doing exactly what triggered the apocalypse, was the worst of them all. Each of them were the exact same. Greedy, manipulative, each of them weren’t afraid to get their hands dirty for Lucifer. But not every demon shared a soft spot for their father. There was one demon that could see past sweet talk Lucifer was preaching to his children. Crowley was one of the very rare exceptions that you found yourself trusting...just enough to see what he could offer you.

Once upon a time, Crowley used his abilities of being King of the Crossroads to save his own ass from extinction if Lucifer got his own way of ending the world. He went as far as trying to help you stop yourself from becoming a demon, a problem he helped create  by sheer accident. He was a businessman, after all. He looked for any opportunity to keep himself on top and hell nice and populated. Bagging the souls of Ella Y/L/N and her daughter was a very big deal. Little did he realize his own arrogance would be his downfall. He tried with you and the boys to change fate before running off, never to be heard from again. Until this very moment. Something was going on here. And Dean didn’t like this situation one bit.

“Hello, boys.” Crowley greeted the brothers when they finally tore their gaze away from you. You pushed yourself up to your feet and brushed off the invisible dirt off your clothes. Blinking, your eyes went back to normal, but the cruel smirk on your lips never left. “What an unexpected treat. I wasn’t expecting see you so soon.”

Normally this was the part where Dean would give a sarcastic remark or ask what the actual hell was going on here. Dean only managed to blink. For once in his life, he didn’t have anything to say. He felt overwhelmed with what was standing right in front of him. You were supposed to be human. There was no way possible you came back from the cage as a half demon. You took all the possible precautions to make sure this never happened again. You stabbed yourself with the demon knife. You went to hell with an angel’s grace wrapped tightly around your dark little soul, the same kind that Crowley himself had given you. It might have been Lucifer’s last trick in attempting to turn you, but it was supposed to work. Apparently it didn’t.

Sam didn’t feel any emotional reaction to what he was seeing. All he had was questions as to why he was seeing a demon like Crowley make his way to the five of you. And how he didn’t know that you were still holding such a darkness inside of you. Before Sam could ask what was going on, his grandfather only seemed worried about getting his nephew back in one piece.

“Bring Christian back now.” Samuel ordered at the demon. Crowley looked at the hunter with a bit of a funny expression, pretending not to understand what the man wanted. “My nephew. The one you just crammed a demon into!”

“No, I had him possessed ages ago.” Crowley said. You looked over at Samuel to watch as his expression began to drop ever so slightly from the realization of what was going on here. And what kind of trouble he put him and his own family into. “Samuel, really. I keep an eye on my investments.”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa. Can someone tell me what the hell is going on here?!” Dean questioned the demon. He had too many questions to ask from what was quickly unraveling. He pointed his machete at his grandfather, deciding to start with him first. “You two know each other?”

“Not in the biblical sense.” Crowley said. “More of a business relationship, I’d say.”

“Someone drew the short end of the stick when it came to making deals with demons.” You said, giving some insight to what was going on here. You crossed your arms over your chest as you looked at the older man. “He’s Crowley’s bitch.”

“It’s not what you think.” Samuel mumbled, trying to defend himself to his grandsons before they could get the wrong impression.

“It’s precisely what you think.” Crowley said. This situation was black and white, with trouble all over it. “That Alpha’s he’s caught me is getting him a gold star.”

“Since when do you give a crap about vampires?” Dean asked the demon.

“Since, uh...What’s today? Friday?” Crowley pretended to think for a long moment to answer the man’s question as he walked over to the older Winchester. He pointed a finger at the man’s chest and looked up at him. “Since, let’s see, mind your business.”

“You may as well share with the class, Crowley.” Sam said, following the demon as he began to walk himself out. But the man had questions of his own that demanded answers. “We know you’re looking for Purgatory.”

“So you heard about that?” The demon wondered.

“Yeah.” The younger Winchester said. “You wanna tell us why?”

“Isn’t it obvious? Location, location, location.” Crowley answered. All of the hunters tried to think of what a demon like Crowley would need to find a place like he. He rolled his eyes, deciding to explain himself a bit better for their tiny brains to understand. “I’m a developer. Purgatory is vast, underutilized and hell-adjacent, and I want it.”

“What for?” Dean questioned him, yet again.

“Best shut your gob.” Crowley said. “Don’t question management.” Dean scoffed, “We aint’ your employees.”

“Of course you are. Have been for some time, thanks to gramps. Oh, and remember that little deal Y/N and I hatched up for a little bit of angel grace? I didn’t do it out of the kindness of my heart. We had specific rules.” Crowley said. The brothers didn’t know who they should have been angry at first with from what they were hearing. Their gaze slowly wandered over to their grandfather when Crowley continued speaking about him. “I don’t keep Captain Chromedome around for his wit, do I? Samuel knows things. More than any of you, actually. Walking encyclopedia of the creepy and crawly.”

“And what about Y/N?” Dean asked the demon. “What do you want with her?”

“I get to relieve some stress when all the dirty work is complete." You answered the man's question, making his gaze follow over back to you. "Crowley needed someone to get these Alphas to spill where Purgatory is. And I was itching to practice with all the fun things I learned in hell."

“But I knew she wouldn’t do it willing, so I took the liberty of making a few exceptions to our deal. Her demon side is totally and completely loyal to me. And only me.” Crowley explained the situation that had been going on here for the past year and a half. Dean stared at the demon with a glare so vicious, it was almost like the older Winchester wanted him to drop dead. “Don’t get your knickers all in a twist. Her human side belongs to you. I have no desire for it. You three are so hung up on family loyalty nonsense, Samuel said jump, you’d get froggy.”

“Yeah, well, game’s over.” Dean said. His lips stretched into a grim smile when he began to think that this situation with you could have been easily solved. Cas would know what to do to make you human again. “You’re not the first demon we’ve broken deals with.”

“Afraid it’s not that easy.” Crowley said. “Not if you want to see Sam’s soul again.”

“You’re bluffing.” Sam muttered underneath his breath.

Crowley looked over to the older Campbell, “Tell them, Samuel.”

Samuel suddenly felt himself being thrust into the spotlight when he felt several pairs of eyes on him, demanding the truth. His own flesh and blood looked at him, hoping what the demon was saying was nothing but a bunch of lies. The hunter wanted it to be. But it wasn’t from what he admitted to. “He pulled us back. Me, Y/N and Sam.”

“What?” Sam asked, sounding shocked at what he heard. “You knew?”

“No. Cas said it takes big-time mojo to pull that off.” Dean said, thinking he found the lie that the demon was trying to spin. “And you’re a punk-ass crossroads demon.”

“Was a punk-ass crossroads demon. Now? King of hell. Believe me, I’ve got the mojo. I snap my fingers, Sam gets his soul back. And if you two play along long enough and do what I say, Y/N returns back to normal. Or you can run your big mouths like a bunch of preteens, tell Y/N about her split personality. But if she finds out what she does in our free time, the consequences aren’t pretty.” Crowley said, giving the brothers the gritty details. “How does shoving Sam back in the hole sound? And Y/N....well, I haven’t decided yet. I know it ends with her dying and SAm seeing the favorite Michael and Lucifer again. Can’t imagine what it’s like in there. And I can imagine so many things. Y/N’s given me a nice visual.”

The set of rules were easy enough for even the dumbest of idiots to follow. And the boys were no strangers to keeping secrets from each other. But it was them devoting themselves to Crowley that made their skin craw uncomfortably. “So, we clear? Me Charlie, you angels. Job’s simple enough. Bring me creatures. Aim high on the food chain, please. And when it comes to Y/N’s extra curricular activities...Ignorance is bliss. Everybody wins.” The demon looked at each of you, taking the glares as a sign that the hunters understood the rules. “It’s been a pleasure. See you soon.”

Crowley disappeared from sight when the rules were set in place, leaving no room for anyone to think of a plan. The four hunters stood in silence for a moment, Samuel feeling overwhelmed with guilt of the things he kept from his own family as the boys shared a look of concern at what they heard. Gwen, however, felt like she was the last person being told anything. She looked over at you and stared for a few seconds. She would have never suspected you were harboring a dark side. She didn’t know if she should attack you. Or try and figure out what was really going on are. "What are you?" Gwen couldn’t help herself but ask.

“What does it look like? I'm a demon." You said. Your eyes flickered back to the malevolent black color Gwen only seen in things that she was told to hunt. She instinctively reached for her weapon, but three pairs of eyes warned her not to. “Like Gramps over there, I made a deal with Crowley. But this was before any of us were brought back from the dead. I needed something to make me human...ish. I didn’t want to go all the way. I liked being different. However, little miss goody two shoes asked to have all her human emotions along with all these nifty demon powers. I could’ve done without. Beggars can’t be choosers.”

"So you're willingly working with Crowley? Someone who help put Daddy Dearest into the cage?" Dean asked. He felt a bit odd talking to you with a side he'd only really seen once. And that was something he never wanted to see again. You answered him by shrugging your shoulders. “What’s with the change of heart?”

“It’s not like I have a choice. He’s got me trapped in my own skin. Torturing those Alphas is the only thing I have to look forward to. But don’t worry. I’ve worked out the fact that Lucifer can rot in the cage where he belongs. I’m...the improved me. Let's just say you and I both want the same thing.” You told the older Winchester. He looked at you with a confused expression at what you meant by that. Your lips stretched into a faint smirk as you looked at the three other hunters. “I’ll see the four of you around. And you might want to be ready. This part can be a bit dramatic.”

You blinked again to make your eyes return back to their normal shade. The boys wondered if you would return back to your old self as well. But they were mistaken. Your eyes rolled up into the back of your head as your knees buckled out from underneath you. If Dean wasn’t standing near you, your body would have fell to the ground. He managed to catch you just in time. Dean tried to somehow wake up, not sure of what the hell was going on anymore. But you wouldn’t budge so easily.

“Leave her be, Dean. She’ll be fine in a couple of hours.” Samuel reassured his oldest grandson. Everyone looked over at him, all with the same degree of disgusted glares at what unfolded. The man let out a quiet sigh and turned his attention to Gwen, who looked ready to rip the man apart from all the secrets he kept from her. And the fact that she'd been working with a demon, of all things. “Nothing changed between all of us. We hunt. Period. Don’t worry about Crowley, I’ll take care of him.”

Gwen stared at the man for a few moments. Her lips pursed out as she contemplated for a long moment to say something. But she chose not to. She exhaled a breath as she turned around to listen to Samuel’s request of bringing the van around and helping get things packed up. Samuel ignored the two lingering stares as he started shoving all sorts of objects back into his duffel bag. Sam stepped forward, deciding to ask his own grandfather a few questions from what he just witnessed.

“Working with a demon, huh?” Sam asked. He stared at the man who he’d work side by side with for months. If Dean wasn’t here, the younger Winchester wouldn’t have hesitated in putting a bullet in his grandfather’s head. “You’re not who I thought you were.”

“You don’t know anything about me, son.” Samuel said. He grabbed his duffel bag from the table and started to head to the door, but was stopped when the younger Winchester got in his way.

“So, what’s so important that you’re the king of hell’s cabana boy, huh? Or the fact that you neglected to tell any of us about what he did to Y/N.” Dean said. He shifted your unconscious body so he was now carrying you. He stared at his grandfather as he raised a brow slightly, wanting to get to the bottom of this. "What'd he offer you? Girls? Money? Hair?"

“I got my reasons. Now, if you boys want to make a move, go ahead. I’m not gonna do anything to you.” Samuel said. “You boys...you’re my family. I'd do anything fo you kids. Why do you think I've been trying to keep Y/N away from all of this? The less she knows the better. All of us are gonna have to start doing things we don't want. But the way I see it, you've got two choices: Put a bullet in your grandfather, or step aside."

Sam didn’t hesitate when he pulled out his gun and pointed it at his grandfather’s head. Dean shook his head, knowing it wasn’t the right thing to do. Sam knew his brother wanted him to be honest with everything that he was thinking to see if it was right or wrong. But Dean would have agreed there was a price to pay for lying “He sold us out.”

“I know. Let it go.” Dean mumbled. He knew right now wasn’t the time for his grandfather to get what was coming to him. There’d be a time and a place. But right now wasn’t it. The both of them had much bigger problems to deal with. “Get out of here.”

Samuel slowly looked over at the boys for a moment before he did what he was told. The brothers watched as their grandfather disappeared from sight, leaving them stuck in a situation that was worse than Sam without a soul. Now you were dealing with the aftermath of hell, and stuck with another personality that only came out when Crowley wanted. The real kicker was that you had no clue what was going on. Sometimes ignorance wasn’t always that blissful.

“So, what now?” Sam asked the most important question of all.

“We can’t work for Crowley. And there’s no way I’m letting this whole Y/N Jekyll and Demon Hyde go on any longer than it has to.” Dean said. Sam looked at his brother, asking if he was sure about that. “I don’t think you understand. What happens if Y/N figures out somehow what’s going on? Demon's bone you every time.”

“Oh, no, I get it. I do. Believe me. Just running the math here. Do we have another choice?” Sam wondered, trying to be logical about this situation. Dean suggested the possibility of stabbing Crowley in the throat. “And get my soul back how? I’m sure Cas can figure out a way to fix Y/N back to normal again. I’m just saying. Seems we gotta play ball. At least for the moment.”

“I guess you’re right.” The oldest Winchester mumbled. “I gotta say, I have done some stupid things in my time, but punching a demon’s clock?”

“Look. Just until we find another way. Then, when all of this is said and done, we track Crowley down, give that son of a bitch what’s coming to him.” Sam’s said. The younger Winchester’s plan sounded like a good one at the time. But his brother began to grow hesitant as his gaze fell down to you. There were so many risks playing this game. And it was what they were going to have to do if they wanted to bring down the new king of hell. Only if the both of them were going to be on the same page. “You with me, Dean?”

+ + +

The boys decided it’d be best to check into a motel to play it safe, making sure to book the usual two rooms. But Dean didn’t see much of the one that he was supposed to be sharing with his brother, he hadn’t left your side since he gotten you comfortable in bed. It’d been a few hours since they’d wrapped up things with Samuel and found out the secret of what really was going on here. You hadn’t come back around after your little fit. Dean sat himself down on a chair right across from the bed and fixed himself a drink, thinking he deserved it after tonight. He tried passing the time by praying to Cas, but the angel was silent tonight. Dean decided that he would have to wait for another night to bug the poor guy.

Dean was halfway through his drink, no more than a few sips left, when he saw you finally coming back around. He pushed himself up to his feet when he saw you slowly shift around in bed, and he was sitting right next to you before you even opened up your eyes. He shifted himself slightly out of the way so you had some room to push yourself in a sitting position. You rested an arm behind you as the other rubbed your eyes, feeling like you were waking up from a deep slumber. You dropped your arm to your lap and blinked, ever so slowly, you began to inspect your surroundings. The first sight you were greeted with was of Dean's concerned expression that changed into a warm smile.

“Hey,” You mumbled, your lips stretching into a lazy smile as you looked away from him when you quickly noticed that you were in somewhere completely different. It wasn't hard to figure out that you weren't in the warehouse anymore, but in a motel room. Your throat felt awfully sore as your thoughts began to feel a little bit less cloudy. You began to think about the events leading up to finding yourself waking up in bed, but nothing made sense. Your head didn't hurt like the usual times of someone bashing your skull. You just felt tired. "What happened?"

"You tell me. One minute you're fine, and then the next you were out like a light.” Dean said. You furrowed your brow slightly in confusion as to what must have happened. You began to think for a moment, trying to remember the events leading to unconsciousness, but there was nothing. It was like your mind was wiped clean of a memory. Unless...you let out a quiet sigh as you closed your eyes, knowing well enough what happened. “Samuel told me a bit of what’s been going on with you and these little episodes you’ve been having since coming back.”

“To be fair, it’s been a long time since it happened.” You said, looking back over at the man as you began to expect some kind of disapproving look from him at what must have happened. It wasn’t the best time to choose a fainting spell while you were hunting an Alpha vampire. You suddenly sat up in bed, a memory crossing your mind about what must have happened before you blacked out. “Wait! What happened? Where’s the Alpha? Is everyone okay?”

“Everyone’s fine, that vamp’s somewhere getting what he got coming to him.” Dean reassured you from thinking the worst happened. You wanted to feel like the situation was easy as that, but the look on the man's face told a different story. It was like he was told a bit of bad news, and he was trying to figure out a way to break it to you. You narrowed your eyes slightly on him as you mumbled his name, wondering what was going on. "Y/N, what exactly do you remember about tonight?”

“Uh, I remember Samuel and the Alpha...that creepy looking cage." You mumbled, recollecting on the memories that still felt a little blurry in your memory. You began to piece everything together slowly before you remembered something else that was still confusing. "There was something about Purgatory. And Samuel wanted to find it. Which doesn’t make sense. He’s never mentioned it to me. Is that why he was so obsessed with finding all those other Alphas?”

“Not exactly.” Dean said ever so quietly. You looked at him a bit funny when the man grew apprehensive. He looked around the room, down to his cup, before back to the wall. He finally moved his gaze back over to you when he changed the subject. "Y/N, how long have these blackouts of yours been going on?"

"Ever since I came back from the cage. It's not really that big of a deal. Now, what's going on with those whole situation?" You asked him, not sure why he was reflecting back on a subject matter that, to you, didn't seem all that important. If only you knew. Dean gave you a serious expression, you rolled your eyes. You decided that it if you wanted your relationship to improve, the truth would be a good place to start with. "When I was little, I used to get these small fits where I’d zone out for a few minutes before I’d snap out of it on my own. My mom wasn’t really that concerned, until, she couldn’t get me out of one. She took me to all these special doctors Nobody knew what was going on with me. Some thought I was faking it, that was, until one day I just...blacked out.”

"Why didn't you ever tell me about this?" Dean asked, you shrugged your shoulders.

“It was something that I thought I grew out of. My mom had a history of epilepsy in her family. A lot of the doctors thought it was something called absence seizures. Basically you just stare off into space before coming back around. They thought from everything that happened to me when I was a kid, from the moving and my dad suddenly passing, my episodes were a lot worse than most. I stopped having them when I was about six. But now that I'm human...I think I'm getting them again." You explained to him. Dean took the information in, and before he could suggest anything stupid, you quickly brought the conversation back to what you were most concerned about. "What's going on with Samuel? Why does he want to find out where Purgatory is?"

"He doesn't. Samuel's been working with someone else. And they've got a hand so far up the old man's ass, he's been doing just about everything this other guy wants." It was Dean's turn to explain what he learned while you were out of it. He wanted to tell you so much more, but he bit his tongue, afraid of the consequences. So he told much as he could. "He's been working for Crowley. for this past year. Sam didn't even know."

“Wait, what?” You asked. You were just confused as he was from the information that you were hearing as your mind went straight to the same theory Dean had at the time. “What, did he offer Samuel a full head of hair if he did? I mean, that is the jackpot of souls to make him look good. But why would a crossroads demon like Crowley want to find it?”

“Oh, did I forget to mention? Dude got a mighty fine promotion. He was a punk-ass crossroads demon. Now? Punk ass king of hell.” Dean said. Your mouth parted open slightly as you looked at him with a funny expression, not sure how you wanted to react. But the man wasn’t done talking, it seemed he had another bomb to drop on you. “On the bright side of things, we figured out who brought you and Sam back from the dead.”

“Who...Oh. Oh, no." You mumbled underneath your breath, seeming to understand who was to blame. Dean watched as your facial expressions began to change from confusion, all to looking like a deer in headlights. He swallowed slightly as you began to remember what you did before to cement a chance to make yourself human. He was expecting for you to come out with the truth that you weren’t supposed to know. You rubbed your temples as you shut your eyes, turning the direction of the conversation into something he could handle. “It only makes sense. I opened my big, fat mouth and promised to do whatever his royal highness wanted. This isn’t good. And as usual, Y/N screws things up.”

“You can’t blame yourself for everything, sweetheart. You didn't know. Besides, I think Samuel's not telling us everything. There's more to this than he's leading on. But Sam and I agreed on one thing. We'll play along for a little while until we find a way to get his soul back. And once we do, it's lights out for Crowley." Dean said. Your lips stretched into a faint smile, but you let out a sigh from what was unraveling. One minute you were looking for answers, but when you did, oh how things could change. He reached out a hand to tuck a piece of hair behind your ear, the simple act of kindness took you a bit by surprise. "I'd wish you told me sooner about everything.”

"I know. I'm sorry about that, like the billion other times I've said. I really do mean it. I should have just came out with the truth. And that's what I'm going to do from now on. If we want to get everything back to normal, it's the truth." You said, deciding that the past few days was another rock bottom that you and Dean hit. The both of you agreed that you still loved one another, and you wanted things to go back to normal. And in time, they would. "No more lying, no more secrets. We're going to be brutally honest with each other. Even if it kills us."

Dean winced slightly at your poor choice of words, but you didn’t notice. He finished the rest of his drink and pushed himself up to his feet. “I can agree to that, sweetheart. And I don’t know about you, but it’s been a night.” He said. “I should let you get some rest, I'm sure tonight was hard. We'll pick things tomorrow."

You nodded your head in agreement, trying to keep things normal as possible between the both of you. Dean thought to himself about getting a drink as you followed in his actions by getting up from the bed. He looked down to see that you were standing right next to him. It was funny how a simple way of how the fluorescent light was hitting you and your messy bedhead made you look beautiful, just enough to make his heart race. Maybe it was out of fear for the promise that he was already breaking. Maybe it was the fact that you really did love him, and he'd loved you just as much back. And with the simple slip of the tongue, you could be taken away from him.

"Remember, Dean..." Your voice broke the man's concentration away from the back of your head to see that you were staring at him now. Dean could feel himself inhaling a sharp breath at the sight of two inky black eyes staring back at him. What was even more frightening was the gash that went from ear to ear, dripping of blood. Your lips stretched into a haunting smirk  from his reaction as you slyfully winked. "Snitches get stitches."

Dean swallowed as he blinked, hoping what he saw was just some trick his mind was playing on him. And it was. He saw you standing there with a concerned expression and a normal eye shade He let out a breath and shook his head, mumbling that he needed a drink. Without a thought, he bent over and kissed you on the forehead, muttering into your hair of how much he loved you. Dean headed back over the table to fill his glass, leaving you to feel a sense of relief for yourself. Things were improving, you told yourself. It would only a matter of time until everything was back to normal.

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Could I have the NDRV3 boys reacting to another boy asking them out? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ I'm not really creative so add a small twist or something

Hello! I just took this as my first ask, this seemed like a really cute thing to do and I love writing gay stuff for the boys! I hope this is sufficiently good and all. Thanks for the request!(Everything’s under the cut, since it’s pretty long!)

Shuichi Saihara:- Shuichi clearly looks anxious and distressed after the confession. Even though he’s accustomed to far crazier things, being the Ultimate Detective and all, he is still at a loss of words whenever romance and love comes up.- He blushes and pulls his detective hat down as he moves his head away in embarassment. - But… Shuichi knows that someone’s expecting an answer from him.- “This is one of those times where I have to be more assertive again… I need to believe in myself and face this situation head-on! This can’t be any harder than convicting a culprit, after all!”- He faces the boy again, taking off his hat entirely and holding it with both hands. Shuichi finally speaks up.- “I… I really like you, too. But, to be loved like this… I’ve just not expected it.”- Shuichi starts smiling bashfully, pressing his hat to his chest.- “Thank you so much. Yes, of course I’ll accept your proposal!”Kaito Momota:- Kaito is shocked at hearing the confession. The Luminary of the Stars has such a great destiny ahead of him, but despite all that, someone actually revealed his feelings for him?- And yet, he himself is too scared to reveal his own feelings to the one he loves? No. Kaito just can’t leave it at this. He has to do something!- “It’s not that I don’t want to be with you, but…”- Kaito stopped himself mid-sentence as thoughts rushed through his head.- “What the hell is that kinda start? Did you ever not follow your dreams because you thought you couldn’t follow through with them? Who’s the one that always says that the impossible is possible? Don’t you just want to make him happy, no matter what? Now man up and tell him what you’ve always wanted to!”- “No buts! We two are going to be a couple no matter what lies ahead!”- Kaito notices that he’s gotten tense and clenched his fist. He calms down, grins, and looks the boy into the eyes.- “…So, I guess I can’t call you my sidekick anymore, now that we’re going in a relationship and all… But… you’ve earned that promotion… and my heart.”Ryoma Hoshi:- Hoshi stares into the air after hearing the confession. He then speaks up to say what he has already told the boy many, many times before.- “You do remember that I am still a murderer, an ex-convict, a lost cause, and thus someone you shouldn’t be with, correct? Because it seems like my efforts to keep you safe from me are just falling on deaf ears.”- He was not wrong. The boy is absolutely intent on staying at Ryoma’s side as his partner. He is not going to let go because of something like that, no matter how many times the former Ultimate Tennis Pro said it.- “You are a seriously persistent one, I will give you that. And you really want to walk the path of your life with someone like me, who doesn’t deserve someone as loving as you, even though I’m pushing you away even right now… This really is what love is all about, isn’t it?”- Ryoma sighed. He took on a livelier, more determined expression than before.- “I can’t believe a fool like you has managed to make me so happy, to start making me feel my life has purpose again… I am forever in your debt.”Rantaro Amami:- Rantaro feels insecure after the confession, but as per usual, he hides his true feelings behind his own smile. - “You know, I don’t know what to make of this situation. You sounded really serious, so… I don’t think you were making a joke. It seems like you really are serious about this, aren’t you?”- Rantaro looked down, sighing. His smile then changed to his radiant, genuine one, as he blushed with excitement.- “To hear this from another boy… What have I gotten myself into again? It seems like no matter where I go, there are some very unexpected things waiting for me… That you, of all people would love me back? I couldn’t even begin to guess that one. You seriously got me.”- Rantaro seems to be a lot more relaxed again, having finally gotten his own feelings off his chest. But something is still on his mind…- “Well, I hope you’re aware of what loving me entails for you. I hope you don’t get homesick easily. As the Ultimate Adventurer that still travels the world to find his sisters he’s left behind, like the big brother he is… We’re gonna be out for a long time. But maybe that’s exactly what you’re in for, isn’t it?”Gonta Gokuhara:- As the confession was finished, everything was silent for a short while. Then Gonta jumps up at the realization of what has just gone down.- “You… you really love Gonta? But… you are not lady. It’s always lady who is with true gentleman, right?”- …It seems like Gonta just hasn’t really grasped the concept of sexualities yet. He starts thinking about it all… No, he also just listens to his own feelings.- “Gonta really like that boy, but… Is that what true gentleman does? No. There can’t be any wrong with that. There is no way love ever wrong! Gonta must tell him that Gonta loves him, too!”- He has finally decided. Gonta smiles happily as he gently hugs his new love.- “Gonta… understand. You may not be lady, but Gonta want to treat you like true gentleman treats lady! If no gentleman ever do that before, then Gonta just be first and show them! That’s Gonta’s goal!”Kokichi Ouma- Kokichi… doesn’t look particularly surprised at the confession. He starts talking in his usual sarcastically humourous tone.- “Nishishishishi~ You know, it was totally obvious that you’ve fallen in love with me waaay before you went out of your way to tell me.”- It is uncertain whether Kokichi was actually aware of the boy’s crush all along… or if he is just bluffing as to not suggest cluelessness. In any case…- “Well, as for my own opinion on this whole thing…”- Ouma’s expression and tone changed from his usual nonchalantness to something that looks surprisingly serious, considering it’s from him.- “I think being with you… would be pretty fun.”- Everything was silent for just a short moment. And then he just starts talking again in his usual joking tone, as always.- “I really got you right there, didn’t I? You know, you must really like mysterious types considering you actually fell for me. But now that we are closer than ever, do you think I will finally lay myself bare towards you? Kehehehehe~”Korekiyo Shinguji- After the confession, Korekiyo looked like he was very much lost in thought. For some reason, the normally very composed and almost eerily relaxed anthropologist was… not just his thoughtful, polite self aiming to find the best response, but also excited to think about it, even. - After a long while, he finally spoke up to muster his response.- “Yes, there is no doubt that this confession was sincere, full of feelings. You would truly give himself up to be with me, there is no doubt about it.”- Korekiyo pauses. He takes the suspense of the situation all in. And in that moment, his feelings completely solidify. There is only one response he can possibly give. Even though he still wears his mask as always… He is definitely lightly smiling beneath it, no question about it.- “As would I to be with you… You have got such a radiant spirit. There has been no one whose feelings have ever felt this beautiful to me. And such a strong love has no boundaries.”Keebo- During the confession, Keebo started to blush intensely, and it only got worse as it went on. At the end of it, he falls into a weird, trance-like state. …Did he seriously just crash?- The boy panicked and nervously tried looking for a way to wake Keebo up again. But eventually, Keebo started responding again on his own.- “I… I didn’t understand. I have been looking and looking for a reason as to why you’d love me… But I just couldn’t find it.”- So Keebo was just so concentrated at finding a response to the question he himself had that he didn’t respond anymore. That’s… a relief.- “But, then I realized… I think I finally understand. Love isn’t something that’s always reasonable. It’s just a feeling that occurs, and sometimes you just don’t know why… Just as I’ve been experiencing lately…”- Keebo looked down and started smiling with his usual pure smile.- “I… am so glad that I was finally able to understand love, and now I’m even able to experience how it is to share it with someone, even though I’m a robot… Thank you so much! I promise that I will always stay by your side!”