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discotreque · 4 years

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LwD 1.10, “No Small Parts”

Well, that was the most fun I've had watching Star Trek in literally a quarter of a century.

I had high hopes for this series. I love TAS, largely because of its wacky outsized concepts that could only have worked in animation—not that they all did work, but the potential was so apparent to me, even as a kid reading the Alan Dean Foster novelizations—and as an adult, there's something about the imagination of Lower Decks's FX setpieces that transcends even the glorious CGI bonanzas of Discovery.

Pause for a confession. I've long pushed back against criticism of serialization in new Trek. That's just how TV is now, okay? Might as well complain about it being in widescreen. But I'm backing down a little, because I've realized there is something about Star Trek that's inextricable from at least a partially-episodic format. And while Picard was telling a different kind of story, I can't deny that my favourite episodes of Disco have been the ones with a mostly self-contained A-plot. After 10 delightfully episodic instalments of LwD, its focus on long-term development of characters instead of a season-spanning puzzle-plot (okay, mostly just Mariner, but we only have 10 × 22 minutes and she is the star) has been downright refreshing.

So here we are, at the end of the most consistent and well-executed Season 1 of a Star Trek series since, arguably, Those Old Scientists. And sure, if they'd had to produce another... yikes, 42 episodes? Then sure, they probably would have dropped a clunker or two—but they didn't, and winning on a technicality is still winning. I'm practically vibrating with excitement for Disco to come back next week, but damn, I'm going to miss this little show while it's on hiatus.

Spoilers below:

Something I've been keeping track of finally paid off this week! (Which never happens to me, lol.) The destruction of the USS Solvang marked the first present-day death(s) of any Starfleet officer on Lower Decks, the only other on-screen killing at all being a flashback in "Cupid's Errant Arrow". Which makes sense, being (a) a comedy, and (b) about typically "expendable" characters: it hasn't been afraid to flirt with a little darkness here and there, but killing people off at Star Trek's usual pace wouldn't just be wrong for the tone, it would be downright bizarre.

But... people die on Star Trek. That's one of the core themes of the show, really: space is full of knowledge and beauty, but also danger and terror, and believing that the former is worth the risk of the latter is (according to Trek) one of humanity's most noble traits. I'm the least bloodthirsty TV watcher I know, but the longer we went with a body count of nil—ships completely evacuated before they were destroyed, main characters hilariously maimed without permanent consequences, etc.—well, I didn't mind per se, but the absence of truly deadly stakes was definitely getting conspicuous.

Turns out they were saving it up for maximum impact. And holy fuck, I've never felt such a pit in my stomach watching a ship get destroyed that wasn't named Enterprise. It felt grim and brutal and somehow both much too quick and dreadfully inevitable—and yeah, it looked extremely fucking cool—and I'd like every other Star Trek property for the rest of time to take notes under a large bold heading labeled RESTRAINT.

Comedy doesn't need to do this, but my favourite comedy does, and in a way that few other art forms can even approach: lower my emotional defences by making me laugh, endear character(s) to me with goofy-but-relatable antics—then BAM, sucker-punch me in the motherfucking feels. M*A*S*H is probably the classic example on TV, Futurama was notorious for it, and even Archer has pulled it off a few times; it's also a staple of some of my favourite standup. I wasn't sure if Lower Decks was going to go there in Season 1—and wasn't sure if they'd earn it—but I knew if they did, that they'd nail it, and damn. Feels good to be right.

Last batch of notes for the season!!! I rambled enough already, so let's do it liveblog-style:

I fucking KNEW they were going to use "archive" visuals from TAS at some point, I KNEW IT :D

"THOSE OLD SCIENTISTS" ahahahahahahahahahahahaha

I like chill and confident Boimler a lot? You can really see—

oh bRADWARD NOOOOO

That opening shot of the Solvang tracking down to the red giant was extremely Discovery-esque... minus the motion sickness, that is

A lady captain AND a lady first officer? That's—oh hey, it's Captain Dayton's brand-new ship. Hahaha, that means they're totally fucked, right?.

Yep! They sure a—umm, wh—shit, okay, but—oh no—no, you can't—wait DON'T

...fuck

FUCK.

Narrator: "And then Amy needed a five-hour break."

[live-action Star Trek showrunner voice] "Gee, Mike! Why does CBS let you have two cold opens?"

Okay, yes, the bit with Rutherford cycling through all the different attitudes in his implant was transparently an excuse for Eugene Cardero to vamp while waiting for something to do in the story, but as far as I'm concerned they can contrive a reason for him to do a bunch of different silly Rutherfords in a row any time they damn well want, because that was classic!!!

EXOCOMP EXOCOMP EXOCOMP EXOCOMP

AND THE EXOCOMP IS PAINTED LIKE THE EXOCOMP IS WEARING A LITTLE EXOCOMP-SIZED STARFLEET UNIFORM

EXOCOMP!!!!!

The slow burn and now the payoff of the Mariner-is-Freeman's-secret-daughter plot has been executed so well. I'm beyond impressed with this writer's room, y'all—they are threading a hell of a needle here

"Wolf 359 was an inside job" would have been a spit-take if I'd had anything in my mouth

...how many memos do you think Starfleet Command has had to issue asking people to stop calling the USS Sacramento "the Sac"?

CAN WE TALK ABOUT HOW THEY'VE DECORATED THE SHUTTLECRAFT SEQUOIA THOUGH

Is, uh, is it weird if I'm starting to ship Tendi and Peanut Hamper a little? It is weird, isn't it. I knew it was weird...

Coital barbs??? I take back everything I said about wanting to know more about Shaxs/T'Ana.

The "good officer" version of Mariner is... kind of hot, tbh! But Tawny Newsome has done such a great job of building this character all season that her voice getting uncharacteristically clipped and martial and "sir! yes, sir!" is also deeply, deeply weird

Ah, so this is literally exactly like when TNG (and DS9) would bring in, and then blow up, a never-before-seen Galaxy-class ship, just to underscore that we're facing a real threat this week, baby. And hey, it fucking worked—my heart was in my throat, omg, for the reveal of the—

PAKLEDS?????????

The fucking PAKLEDS have been gluing weapons to their ships for the last 15 years. GREAT.

(We interrupt the SHIP BEING SLICED INTO SCRAP for an interesting bit of world-building: on Earth, the traditional First Contact Day meal is salmon!)

"I need a dangerous, half-baked solution that breaks Starfleet codes and totally pisses me off! That's an order." I'm starting to think Captain Freeman might actually be overqualified for the Cerritos, y'all—she's REALLY awesome

OH SHIT IT'S BADGEY, this is a TERRIBLE IDEA

"How much contraband have you hidden on my ship?" "I don't know! A lot!"

Awwww, Boims!!!

AHAHAHAHAHAHA, FUCK THIS, PEANUT HAMPER OUT

BADGEY NOOOOO

AUGHHHHH WHAT THE CHRIST DID HE JUST—BUT—RUTHERFORD'S IMPLANT????

RUTHERFORD!!!!!!!!!!

SHAXS!!!!!!

F U C K ! ! ! ! !

ahaIOPugdfhagntpgjrq90e5mgu90qe5;oigoqgw4ouegrw5SP;IAEHURVa IT’S THE TITAN???????????

IT'S CAPTAIN WILLIAM T. RIKER ON THE MOTHERFUCKING TITAN??????????

i'm screaming I'M SCREAMINGGGGGGTGGGTGQER;LBHAOIBVNV;OAPBIJNVagr;h;oagruipuwtnaetbaetgq35ghqet

I'M SO GLAD THIS WASN'T SPOILED FOR ME WTF

I AM WEEPING LIKE A CHILD

...

(Just a brief 20-minute pause this time)

And oh wow, seeing Will and Deanna hits different after Picard too, in a few different ways, which I may even get into later now that my heartrate is back to normal, lmao

Oh, I am always here for some jokes at the expense of the Sovereign class. The Enterprise-E sucked. They should have built a new bigger model of the D and new Galaxy-class interiors for the TNG movies, and I will die on that hill

OKAY, FINE, YOU GOT ME, RUTHERFORD × TENDI WOULD BE ADORABLE AND THIS IS ACTUALLY A PRETTY GOOD SETUP FOR IT

Awwww, Shaxs though :( Congrats on the single most badass death in Star Trek history, dude. The Prophets would—well, the actual Prophets would probably be slightly confused about most of it, but Kira Nerys would be proud of you and I feel like that probably counts for more. RIP, Papa Bear

I am here all damn DAY for the Mariner–Riker parallels, ahahahahaha

Pausing it to record my prediction that Boimler's commitment to not caring about rank anymore is going to last 3... 2...

Yep.

Bradward, how DARE YOU.

"Those guys had a long road, getting from there to here." OH FOR THE LOVE OF—

What a brilliant way to resolve and renew the various character arcs and relationships moving into Season 2! The writers could easily have brought everything back to status quo—chaotic Mariner fighting with her mom and being a bad influence on Boimler, etc.—and done another 10 just like these, but I suspect that wouldn't have been ambitious enough for these writers. What a blast. I cannot wait for more.

Thanks for following along, friends! Stay tuned for my (similarly patchy and amateur) coverage of Discovery, starting next week!

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tendoki · 4 years

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hug prompt 5 with tendouuuu

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angy tendou kinda makes me 😳 ngl. this has a lot of build up? I left the ending VAGUE because it just seemed right yanno? this was fun and cute to write though :)

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Tendou . S - Snapmaps

-> genre: comfort

-> prompt: angry hug (not at eachother)

-> warnings: swearing, reader is lowkey horny for tendou, again I wrote this at 5am and projected my thirst onto y/n so my bad lollll, bad grammar maybe?? dunno

not sponsored by snapchat <3

He was pissed off.

Like, super pissed off. You could see it in the way his shoulders were tensed and how his leg bounced under the desk, the furrow of his brows and dark lines under his eyes screamed 'i am three minutes away from committing a murder'. His breathing seemed to be heavier too; and you guessed you wouldnt get much of a chance to talk to him once class was over if the way his eyes seemed to flicker to the clock every few seconds was any indication.

You werent anyone particularly close to Tendou Satori, though you'd consider the two of you friends if asked. In truth, you never thought you would get this far with him, the guy seemed to disregard anything that his teammates werent already fond of; you were lucky, in a sense, that as Goshiki's tutor you were deemed worthy of his attention.

Of course, occasionally your mind would slip, sliding down a dangerous path of 'what if?'s and 'why not?'s. Tendou was attractive, in that weird way, where your friends sorta make fun of you for liking him, before they turn and take a second look themselves. He intrigued you, the way he was so observant as to even bag a friendship with the ever elusive Ushijima kun.

You supposed that's why you bothered to chase him after class ended.

You had lost him pretty quickly though, thinking about it, you seriously wondered how in the hell you could lose a six foot, two inch, scarlet haired loudmouth like Tendou, as if slipping into a crowd and being invisible was something he was used to (something else to add onto the 'Mysteries of T.S' list you had compiled).

After escaping the crowd and seeing no sign of him outside, you relented, recognising that this was a losing battle. With a huff, you pulled out your phone to check his snap maps; he'd always turn them on once he got into school, claiming that it was to make sure if he skipped practice then Semi could track him down and beat his ass with no hassle.

Ramen shop

For the better, you were starving anyway. immediately picking up the pace, you took the 10 minute walk it would take to get there.

how did he manage to go so fast? damn him and his stupid long legs

You arrived, and the place looked empty, probably because of the sign on the door, stating that it was closed for the day. Looking down at your phone again, you confirmed that this was the right address, seeing your own bitmoji stood near Tendou's.

Then the door opened, Tendou, in all of his sweaty, (guess he mustve ran) brilliance, looked you up and down, an action you're ashamed to admit caused a jolt in your stomach. He looked suprised to see you here, but seeing your phone lit up with the familiar interface of Snapchat maps, he smirked.

"What brings you here?"

He sounded amused, though you could still hear his aggravation in how throaty his voice was, you werent used to hearing him speak so roughly, and part of you wondered what it would take to hear that kind of tone from him more.

"You uh seemed pissed off earlier, in class? and I wanted to check up on you. Why... are you in an empty, closed ramen shop?"

"Family owned joint, 's empty 'cause we're closed, and its closed 'cause it's empty"

"Doesn't closing it because its empty make for bad business practice? you're not even giving people a chance to enter, Tendou"

He jolted at this, you were usually so formal and appropriate with him, that hearing you challenge his logic so openly and speak without honorifics was unexpected; his shoulders sagged a little, tension easing from his body as a bemused smile made it's way across his face.

"Huh, guess you're right. Well, since ya here how 'bout coming in and taste testing some of our food before we open to the public again, for safety", the last line was spoken differently, as if he was daring you to say yes, like agreeing on a totally-not-date with Tendou Satori would be the worst mistake of your life.

So, naturally, you bit right back.

"You askin' me on a date now, Satori?", using him first name was dangerous, but you figured he'd get the message that you were trying to be playful, while giving him the ultimate choice of what would happen next.

Once again he was taken aback, before another sag of his shoulders and spread of a smile took over his body; he wasted no time in gently grabbing you by the elbow and ushering you inside.

The interior was gorgeously decorated, the tables scrubbed clean and the whole place smelt like heaven, Tendou sat you down on the nearest chair and rushed off to the back, promising to make you a ramen anyone would consider to be 'better than sex'

It was an hour later you still sat in the shop, laughing with Tendou about whatever tiktok trend he had roped his team into this week, you had texted your parents to let them know you were with a friend, not keen on making them worry and get the entirety of the Miyagi police force interrupting your totally-is-a-date.

Things were quiet for a moment, as you sat and drank some pop Tendou had offered you. You took the silence as an opportunity to appreciate the view; Tendou Satori, in the golden light of a 6pm sun, with his hair down in sweatpants and a graphic tee designed off of one of his favourite anime. You had been nervous when he excused himself to change and 'let his hair relax', but now thanked every and any god in existence for giving you the chance to see him looking so dearly delectable.

Your thought process was disrupted, however, when your eye candy spoke;

"Thanks. For coming, I mean. I've had a pretty shitty day and it means a lot to be sat here joking around with you"

He smiled at you, an intimate one, not mocking or sardonic in anyway, you, of course, locked this moment into your mind, committing the gentle red of his bitten and chapped lips, sloping so carefully, to memory.

Then you registered his words, your brows pinching together in concern, as you reached across and grabbed his hand.

"You wanna talk about it? I'm here to listen and I dont have anywhere to be for the time being"

He looked shocked for a moment, scanning your face to maybe check if this was some cruel joke, like he was going to start telling you and you'd laugh and walk away. After a few moments had passed of him studying your expression, he turned, heaving a sigh and standing up to go to the back, presumably preparing another two bowls of ramen.

He returned not long after, placing the bowls on your table, he began pacing, annoyance rushing back to him as he recalled what had him wound up so tightly earlier.

"... and now he's back in town! God, whatever, I just hope his stupid ass doesnt end up in the same classes as me, I dont wanna see that prick's face again", he had been bullied as a child it seemed, a detail that explained most of the contents in your list of Tendou mysteries, the bully was back in town, and your companion had ran into him when he had left school grounds for a moment; it seemed the boy's attitude had not changed, he had recognised Tendou and began layering on the taunts once more.

He was mad again, you could see it in how his shoulders tensed and his mouth now curled into an ugly sneer while venting.

You sighed before standing up, he needed some comfort, and the worst that could happen is that he pushes you away. You could always just excuse it by saying you have an affectionate family or friend group, and that it's just nature by now to give someone a hug when they're upset. Though there was every reason to think that he wouldnt fall for that, and you could make him uncomfortable. After such a huge leap in your progress with him, taking such a big risk is hardly smart or sensible-

fuck it.

But before you could move, his arms instead encased you. His body shook with brimming rage as he burrowed his head into the crook of your neck, bending awkwardly to properly reach. Hesitantly, you reached your arms up, one hand going to rub circles across his back and the other pulling and playing with the red locks of hair by the nape of his neck. The two of you stayed like that for a while, you leaning on the table once your legs got too wobbly to be trusted. Every so often you'd press a kiss to his shoulder, letting him know that you were accepting his affection wholeheartedly, not just reciprocating out of pity.

Despite the hug lasting longer than any other hugs you had given to friends and family, it still felt like it was too soon as Tendou began to pull away, standing back to his full height, though, his arms remained around you.

"Thanks, I needed that"

"yeah, uh, no problem, Tendou kun"

#tendou satori x reader #tendou satori fluff #tendou satori #hq x reader #haikyuu x reader

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purplesurveys · 3 years

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1220

The person you had the strongest feelings for dies, do you care? I imagine so, yeah. I’d check up on her family and help in any way I can, if it’s still welcomed.

Is there something you’re happy about at the moment? I share this all the time in surveys at this point but I’m just really giddy that it’s a Friday evening hehe. Also, I’m seeing Angela, Hans, and (finally!!!) Reena later! We’ll be going to UP to shoot some photos since Angela and Reena are graduating this year and we wanna take pictures with the sunflowers in the campus before they die out. I also never got to take sunflower photos when I graduated last year, so it will be my chance to do so as well.

Do you want someone dead? Wow, no.

Do you ever wonder what your ex is up to? It almost never crosses my mind, honestly.

Have you ever fed or taken care of a stray animal? I’ve fed many of them before, yup.

What is something you tend to worry about? Pending deliverables at work, especially ones that are out of my control.

What is something you do that is unhealthy? Be in front of a screen as soon as I’m awake until the second I turn in.

What is something you do that is good for you? I’m no longer afraid to prioritize myself when necessary.

What last caused you to force a smile? Ooh I’m not sure. I haven’t had to do that in a while, which is a good thing. What was the last video game you played? Was it fun? Probably Mario Kart on the Switch, but it’s been a WHIIIIIIIIIIIIIILE. Yeah it’s one of my favorite series for a reason.

What is something not many people know about you? The fact that I’m obsessed with anything classic Hollywood and I’m a big Audrey Hepburn fan. The topic never gets brought up so I don’t really get the chance to say anything about that interest of mine.

What word describes your basic style? Casual, laidback. I’m more than happy with just a simple t-shirt and denim jeans these days and I think I’m over my jumpsuit/romper phase haha.

Have you ever been told you were going to Hell? It was referred to/threatened to me, but not directly with these words.

Have you ever wanted to kill yourself? It was a regular occurrence before.

If yes, what convinced you not to go through with it? I think overall I was just scared of fucking it up and fucking up my brain for life as a consequence. Also I knew no one was going to take care of Kimi as well as I do, and I would never leave him behind.

Have you ever rejected a guy, only to have him push the issue by asking “why?” and insisting that you just need to get to know him better? Nope.

Is there something that you believe everyone should do and you can’t believe that some people don’t do it (e.g., recycle or go to the dentist regularly)? It’s definitely an Asian thing but it will sometimes hurt my chest when I see people wear shoes in their homes.

Regarding the last good choice (healthy choice, kind choice, selfless choice, etc.) you made, what was your real motivation behind it? I wanted to be kind to myself and finally let go of what had been keeping me from starting to be happy and pleased with where I am and have.

What is something that you have had to practice at to get the hang of it? If you can’t think of anything, that’s okay, what’s something you are currently practicing at and trying to master? This is such a shallow answer lol but I’ve recently gotten into this rhythm game called Rhythm Hive that I found impossible to master at first, but after weeks of practicing I now breeze through all the songs at their hardest level.

Have you ever gone to the store to buy something, like a video game, when it came out at midnight? I haven’t done that, but I’ve watched a movie premiere at midnight - for both times the Breaking Dawn movies came out.

Regarding the last novel you read, was there a romance included? If so, was it central to the plot? Yes and yes.

Have you ever done relaxation meditations or listened to relaxation guides or positive-thinking/healing recordings? Nope, they don’t really work on me. I have my own outlets that help me relax.

Do you have any interests that are also often shared by children? Coloring is one. Also animated movies; I never grew out of those.

Is there something that could be a solitary activity but you really only like to do it with other people (e.g., watching movies, playing video games, etc.)? Definitely eating out. I’ve done it a couple of times before by myself and it does feel nice, but I also always can’t help but think it would be a lot more fun and that I would be much happier if I was sharing the experience with someone else.

Are you satisfied with the interior design or decoration in your home? Or do you think it needs a total home makeover? Ugh god I need to rearrange and upgrade my room STAT. My K-Pop merch are starting to pile up but they’re all currently in just lazy heaps scattered around in my room since I don’t have any shelves or anything to properly display them on.

Is there something that you’d like to own but you can’t find it anywhere? If not, can you a remember a time when you wanted something? Did you ever end up finding it or did you eventually stop wanting it? This is always me with BTS merch...

Who makes you smile the most? My friends.

What piercings do you want/have? Just one on each earlobe. I’m not looking to have any more.

What's your favorite website? Twitter.

Do you own a fish tank with fish? We never had one, no.

Do you like the movie 300? I’ve never seen it and will probably never have plans to. It’s not my cup of tea.

Do you pop your knuckles? When I feel stressed or when my knuckles feel strained, yes.

Do you have Photoshop? Nope, I have no use for it.

Do you use tinypic or photobucket? Way back in the day. I’m not even sure if those websites still exist.

What’s your favourite song from the 1980s? Heaven Is A Place On Earth.

How about the 1990s? I’m not sure I have one.

Have you won anything recently? Yeah we played this online game over Google Meets with my co-workers just this afternoon, before clocking out. My team won twice.

How often do you make Excel tables? What for? Oh everyday. I work on a handful of sheets every single day at work, but I also like making spreadsheets for personal use haha. Right now the one I’m currently super invested in is my tracker for all the merch I’ve been buying so I can keep note of my pending payments and which ones I should already be asking for updates on.

What was the last baby animal you saw in the wild? Not sure, I’m barely outdoors.

Are you always available or online? Yup.

Do you have dietary restrictions? Or do you just eat what you like? No allergies or restrictions.

Do you prefer gold, silver or steel jewelry? Or no jewelry at all? Silver.

Have you been binge-watching any shows lately? If so, what? Not really. I’ve stopped watching Hwarang for now, but I do have plans to come back to it someday. I guess I just haven’t been in a K-drama binge-watching mood lately.

If you dye your hair, do you do it yourself or go to a salon? I’ve never had my hair dyed.

If you have any, do you like your in-laws? I don’t have any. < Same.

Would it bother you, if your partner had cut contact with their parents? It depends on the story behind it, but mostly no. How close they are with their family isn’t a priority matter for me.

Have you ever wondered whether you were adopted? All the time, especially as a teenager who wasn’t getting any emotional support at home.

What’s the best physical feeling in the entire universe? When you work on something and expect mediocre results and feedback, but it ends up getting praised instead and you feel all the hard work pay off.

Have you ever grown a berry bush? Nope.

Have you done something new to your hair recently? It’s been untouched since the very start of the pandemic. My sister actually suggested that since I had it cut right when the pandemic started, I should wait out till the end of it and see how long it’ll reach. It sounded intriguing enough so now I’m indefinitely growing it out hahaha.

Do you have bad anxiety? If so, do you take any kind of medication for it? I’m sure I have it, I’ve just never been diagnosed before.

One thing you’ve experienced that you thought you never would have? Managing to get over a rough breakup quicker than I ever expected to.

What was the last thing someone said to you that kept repeating over & over in your head? It was when I was leaving Angela’s house yesterday and an “I love you” to her parents rolled out of my tongue so naturally I almost didn’t notice it; and when they said it back in a heartbeat. It’s when I realized that her parents are really like my second parents and that her house is a second home at this point. My heart was filled the entire drive home.

How often do you have late nights out? Never because we still have a curfew.

If you could, would you work from home? Do you think that would make you more or less productive? I don’t have a choice; it’s the set-up we’re required to live in. I’m pretty productive here at home but then again I don’t have a point of comparison considering I got my first job already in the midst of the pandemic.

If you had the ability to change the weather, what would you change it to right now? I would like to bring snow to the Philippines.

Is there something that you really need to do, but can’t seem to get motivated to do it? Upgrade my room and invest in shelves and other home decor/interior design stuff that would make the space more comfy and homey. Right now it just looks like a warehouse with my merch piled up in scattered places.

Most disturbing movie you have ever seen? Eraserhead or I’m Thinking of Ending Things.

Has a life goal or dream ever come true for you yet? If yes, what is it? If no, do you think you’ll achieve it? I have multiple life goals - some of them I’ve achieved, like getting into my dream university and simply getting employed, and some of them I’m still working my way towards, like getting a promotion. Yeah I feel like I’ll achieve my goals someday. I don’t like losing LOL so when I want something I usually put it above everything else.

Have you ever had food poisoning? Yup.

What are you listening to? Blue & Grey by BTS.

Do you think there will be a WWIII? I find it inevitable at some point down humanity's future. People are too hateful for it not to eventually. < Yeah, let’s go with this too.

Has anyone ever asked you if you were emo? No.

Has someone ever liked you that you never thought would? Yes. Tbh I never expect anyone to like me so I’ve always been surprised when I hear about someone who does.

In all honesty, can a person be too nice? Yes, especially if they’re starting to be taken advantage of.

Has one of your friend’s boyfriends ever tried to cheat on them with you? No.

Is mental abuse really as bad as physical abuse? Any abuse is bad. :/

Do you shop at Sephora for make-up? Nope.

Zelda: Twilight Princess or Ocarina of Time? Twilight Princess only because I grew up with it and never got to play Ocarina of Time.

Do you own a rosary? I did - I went to Catholic school. But I lost mine all the time because I didn’t really care for them lol I always had to buy new ones at the school bookstore.

If you were homeless, how would you cope? I don’t know.

#survey #surveys

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surveys-at-your-service · 3 years

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Survey #404

“death doesn’t answer when i cried for help”

The person you had the strongest feelings for dies, do you care? I'd be fucking devastated. It wouldn't feel real. Is there something you’re happy about at the moment? A few things. I'm still on that high of my APAP mask working, like I'm actually getting some fucking quality sleep, and I think I'm noticing the effects of my TMS therapy finally, too. My PTSD has most notably been much more bearable, and my interests are beginning to spread again. Do you want someone dead? No. Do you ever wonder what your ex is up to? I mean yeah, I think that's pretty normal, even for someone without my issues. Have you ever fed or taken care of a stray animal? Oh, many times. What is something you tend to worry about? My health and future. What is something you do that is unhealthy? Sit at the computer for way too long. I'm absolutely certain my vision is as poor as it is partially because of me endlessly staring at screens. What is something you do that is good for you? I'm not afraid to prioritize my mental health. What last caused you to force a smile? I was watching a Mark video for the first time in a while and was just reminded of how much I love and appreciate that moron. What was the last video game you played? Was it fun? Because you said "video" game, I guess I'll exclude computer ones, in which case I'm pretty sure it was Silent Hill 2. Given it's one of my all-time favorite games, of course I think it's fun. It's one hell of an emotional ride. What is something not many people know about you? The fact I was a dancer for many years would probably surprise people once they have a good idea of me and what I like. What word describes your basic style? Lazy, honestly. I dress for comfort, and given that's usually just pj pants and a tank top... yeah, I don't put much effort into my clothing when I'm going most places. Have you ever been told you were going to Hell? She kinda beat around the bush, but yes. Have you ever wanted to kill yourself? On more than one occasion. If yes, what convinced you not to go through with it? Well, I did OD once, but on the other occasions, it was the fear of the unknown that deterred me. Have you ever rejected a guy, only to have him push the issue by asking “why?” and insisting that you just need to get to know him better? Omg no, thank god. I would NOT handle that well. Is there something that you believe everyone should do and you can’t believe that some people don’t do it (e.g., recycle or go to the dentist regularly)? I didn't know 'til a survey question asked it that there are people who don't brush their tongue when brushing their teeth. Like holy shit dude, there are SO many germs on your tongue, clean that shit. Regarding the last good choice (healthy choice, kind choice, selfless choice, etc.) you made, what was your real motivation behind it? Ummmm the nearest that comes to mind is I guess taking my meds? I mean I do that every single day, but it's still a healthy choice for me. The motivation was because I am very serious about doing what I can for my mental wellbeing. What is something that you have had to practice at to get the hang of it? If you can’t think of anything, that’s okay, what’s something you are currently practicing at and trying to master? I really can't think of something for the first half of the question, but I can tell you that right now I'm attempting to force a routine of applying a therapy technique called "opposite action" into my daily life, where you, well, do the exact opposite of what your depression tells you to not do. It is WAY harder than it sounds, but I'm doing it with reading 30 minutes a day! Have you ever gone to the store to buy something, like a video game, when it came out at midnight? Not to my recollection, no. Regarding the last novel you read, was there a romance included? If so, was it central to the plot? The last novel I finished, yes. It wasn't central to the plot. Have you ever done relaxation meditations or listened to relaxation guides or positive-thinking/healing recordings? No, except in therapy when different therapists wanted me to experiment with it during a session. They just don't work for me. Do you have any interests that are also often shared by children? Yeah. Those are the one I'm especially self-conscious about. there something that could be a solitary activity but you really only like to do it with other people (e.g., watching movies, playing video games, etc.)? Watching movies or TV. Are you satisfied with the interior design or decoration in your home? Or do you think it needs a total home makeover? A makeover would be nice... Is there something that you’d like to own but you can’t find it anywhere? If not, can you a remember a time when you wanted something? Did you ever end up finding it or did you eventually stop wanting it? OKAY SO I actually have seen this custom-made once long after deciding I wanted it, but it was RIDICULOUSLY expensive. There's a location in the Silent Hill games called Heaven's Night, and I'd love love LOVE to commission someone to duplicate the neon pink sign of it to hang in my room. Hopefully one day I could still do it. Who makes you smile the most? Probably my cat, honestly. What piercings do you want/have? I've talked about the piercings I have, but I'll talk about those I want. My #1 is absolutely collarbone dermals, but as I've explained a billion times, I want to lose weight so the bones are more prominent for the sake of contrast; you can't really see my collarbones now, so I just think it'd look pretty dumb and random to just have random piercings somewhere around there with no dimension. I also want way more in my ears, dermals in my back dimples also once I've lost weight, my right nostril for the dozenth time (but this time I'll wear a hoop), and while I'd absolutely adore an undereye microdermal as well, it'd be pointless with glasses. :/ What's your favorite website? KM is my pride and joy and really feels like my online home, so despite using sites like YouTube more, that 'ole RP site has to be my fave. Do you own a fish tank with fish? No. I had fish bowls (AWFUL idea) as a kid, but never tanks Do you like the movie 300? Never seen it. Do you pop your knuckles? NOOOOOOOOOOO. I absolutely hate the sound. It makes me cringe and shiver. Do you have Photoshop? Yes. It comes in the Adobe CC photography bundle I have. Do you use tinypic or photobucket? I used Photobucket back in the day. Now I just upload to imgur. What’s your favourite song from the 1980s? You're talking to someone who adores classic rock/metal, haha. How about the 1990s? There are way too many songs to choose from. Have you won anything recently? No. How often do you make Excel tables? What for? Never. What was the last baby animal you saw in the wild? There was a poor fawn as roadkill on the highway recently. :/ Are you always available or online? Preeeetty much. Do you have dietary restrictions? Or do you just eat what you like? I can eat whatever. Do you prefer gold, silver or steel jewelry? Or no jewelry at all? Steel. I'm allergic to silver, and I think steel is more subtle than gold. Have you been binge-watching any shows lately? If so, what? No. If you dye your hair, do you do it yourself or go to a salon? I do it at a salon. If you have any, do you like your in-laws? I don’t have any. Would it bother you, if your partner had cut contact with their parents? If they had a good reason, no. Have you ever wondered whether you were adopted? As a kid I did because I thought Mom was meaner to me than my siblings, lol. What’s the best physical feeling in the entire universe? ........... This question is a setup lmfao. Have you ever grown a berry bush? No. Have you done something new to your hair recently? No. It's been the same for quite a while. I wanna dye it badly. Do you have bad anxiety? If so, do you take any kind of medication for it? I'm diagnosed with generalized and social anxiety, so yeah. I take Klonopin once and day and Ativan as needed for attacks. One thing you’ve experienced that you thought you never would have? HA, the first thing to come to mind was being noticed by Mark by making a viral (in the community, anyway) gif of he and his doggy. I shit you not, I couldn't sleep for three days lmfao. What was the last thing someone said to you that kept repeating over & over in your head? That I gained fucking seven pounds in two months at my last doctor appointment. I wanted to scream. How often do you have late nights out? Never. I'm a homebody. If you could, would you work from home? Do you think that would make you more or less productive? No. It would absolutely make me less productive. If you had the ability to change the weather, what would you change it to right now? Cool with a nice breeze, mostly clear skies, crisp air... That'd be nice right now. Is there something that you really need to do, but can’t seem to get motivated to do it? I say it all the time: finish decorating my room. It's funny, because I KNOW I'll feel more at home and cozy with my bedroom more personalized. Most disturbing movie you have ever seen? Paranormal Entity. The ending was... a lot. Has a life goal or dream ever come true for you yet? If yes, what is it? If no, do you think you’ll achieve it? Not that I can think of. .-. I hope I can achieve some... Have you ever had food poisoning? No, thank God. What are you listening to? "The Man Who Made a Monster" by Dance With the Dead. Do you think there will be a WWIII? I find it inevitable at some point down humanity's future. People are too hateful for it not to eventually. Has anyone ever asked you if you were emo? Yeah. Has someone ever liked you that you never thought would? Maybe? Idk. In all honesty, can a person be too nice? Yes, in some instances. Has one of your friend’s boyfriends ever tried to cheat on them with you? Yes, when I was around 12. And I let it happen. It's one of my biggest regrets. Is mental abuse really as bad as physical abuse? Of course it is. Emotional abuse can cut just as deep as some physical blows, or even deeper. Do you shop at Sephora for make-up? No. Zelda: Twilight Princess or Ocarina of Time? I'm actually not into TLoZ. Do you own a rosary? I did as a kid growing up in a Catholic Sunday school. If you were homeless, how would you cope? If I had no loved ones in my life and no sign of things getting better, I'm honestly preeetty sure I'd end my life.

#survey #surveys #random questions #lyrics: ''under the graveyard'' by ozzy osbourne

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razorblade180 · 4 years

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Sunshower 6

The day after a party, everyone’s worse nightmare. Even with more to come indefinitely, faunus weren’t immune to the effects of partying too hard. Morning had finally kissed Menagerie and those with jobs were the first to witness or feel the shock of Blake’s Homecoming. Streets and houses were littered with festivities along with plenty of red solo cups. Officer’s were up first to deal with any passed out people that were anywhere but their home. All in all, the first night was a hit; people’s spirits seemed to be through the roof. The wave of pleasure was sure to carry over to tonight.

It didn’t take long for the outside world to start rousing people from sleep; including Ilia. Slowly her eyes open to the dim sunlight hitting them; doing no good for her massive hangover. Things are fuzzy. Not to mention.....aching? Common for downing five too many but this felt different. Since when does drinking hurt your legs? Her right hand rubbed the bridge of her nose as she tried to adjust to being being sober again.

Ilia:(Ugh, where am I? Did I......fall asleep? Am I still asleep? No, too much pain to be a dream. Even my own thoughts sound way too loud...) *rubs her temples*

Ilia:(Okay, if I can survive the white fang then I push through this hangover and open my eyes to the very, very bright lights. Easy as one.....two.....thre-

‘Zzzzzzzz’

Ilia:Was that.....snoring?

Her eyes opened one at a time to lessen the pain. It took a few seconds to see clearly but eventually she did; still, Ilia needed a minute to process what she saw. The interior design told her she was in Blake’s house. The room wasn’t really messy which told her no one had come in during the party. The only visible mess were clothes.....? Her clothes at that. Both hands shot up to her head to feel that her hair was down as well. Finally a gasp was let out as her mind was finally catching up.

Ilia:(I’m in Blake’s house still!!! Not just that, but naked two!? What the actual hell happened last night!!? Party, drank, drank some more, also cried I think? Then I got fresh air with-)

‘Zzzzzzzz’

Ilia:......

Everything in her entire body told her to not look to her left. Pieces of memories she kept recalling demanded to know if they were being remembered right however. Something Ilia knew she most likely was since it would be just her luck. Time felt like it stopped as she finally turned to see the source of the snoring. Sure enough, Sun laid peacefully next to her with his head facing away from her. His short was off and she could spot it near the foot of the bed; along with the rest of his clothes. Brown skin turned white from the shock as freckles went straight to pink from embarrassment. Sun Wukong was currently naked and sleeping next to her who is also naked but now completely awake. Even the hangover took a backseat to this dump of information.

Ilia:.........

Ilia:(Oh fuck.......)

The boy was motionless; almost unnerving motionless. A dark thought started to grow in her head so gently she pulled the cover about an inch down and listened to his heart. Ilia’s nerves weren’t calmed to discover that he sounded and looked find. Now she could focus on major crisis. Leaving. She slid herself out from the side of covers and nearly dropped to the wooden floor. Blaming only the hangover would be a lie for the state of her poor motor skills yet thinking of other reasons why moving was a chore lead to topics she didn’t want to address at the moment. One problem at a time. Right now she needed to be presentable. It took some time but she managed dress herself for the most part. The ponytail was neglected as well as the jacket she wore.

Full stealth mode was happening right now. Each foot gently went in front of the other as she watched him to make sure he was still asleep. There was something unusual about the way he slept that Ilia couldn’t figure out. Oh well. She’d think about it later. Right now she is just relieved to have reached the door knob. At least she was until it started twisting from the other side. Someone was coming in...

Ilia:(No no no no no no no!!!!!!!! Crap what do I-)

*door opens*

Kali:*whispering* Pssst Sun? It’s morn.....ing? Ilia?

Ilia:.......I can explain! Things got crazy and we weren’t thinking! I was dr-

Kali:*covers Ilia’s mouth* Relax, you look like you’re about to faint. I didn’t even know you were at the party. Guess I know why *looks at bed*

Ilia:Please don’t mention this to anyone.

Kali:I wouldn’t even dream of it sweetie. I can’t tell you how crazy parties got back in me and Ghira’s day. My lips are sealed. *steps aside*

Ilia wouldn’t call herself a religious person, but Kali had to be a gift from above. She couldn’t help but hug the older woman as she walked out the room.

Kali:Oh, one more thing.

Ilia:What?

Kali:Blake and Yang are passed out on the couch and Ghira is making coffee in the kitchen so......might wanna use the balcony.

Ilia:I’m getting real sick of that balcony. Thank you.

She made a hard right as soon as she entered the hallway towards the balcony. Ilia was starting to miss simply walking through a doorway. It was time to put her skills to the test. Carefully she hoisted herself up on the railing and looked at the closet tree, then the ground.

Ilia:Should be easy enough.

Her foot slips right as she jumps around she hits the ground below. The only pain she feels is the bruised ego and what can only be described as her brain bouncing around. The fatigue of it all made the ground feel oddly comfortable. She took a moment to stare up at the sky; the shade from the balcony blocking the cruel sun. Soon she’d have to move.

Kali:*looks down* Are you okay?

Ilia:Honestly, not my worst screw up in recent months.

Kali:Fair enough. You forgot your scroll up here by the way.

Ilia:Probably for the best considering what just happened. Kali can you do me favor? I need you to make a call.

xxx

Neptune:.......*sips coffee*

Neptune:Can you walk.

Ilia:Yeah

Neptune:Can you walk well?

Ilia:No......got a feeling I twisted my ankle a little. Among other stuff.

Neptune:And you don’t ask Kali for first aid because.....?

Ilia:I am not going back in that house right now. Just help me up please? My aura will fix it soon enough.*raises arm* Mind being my crutch?

Neptune:I could just carry you on my back?

Ilia:Neptune I need just a little dignity right now so if you could just get under my arm and then stand up please.

Neptune:But your so short. I’d have to be hunched over and-

Ilia:You dined and dash yesterday! Can you please just-

Neptune:Fine! *supports her* happy?

Ilia:A little. Can we go to your motel room? My home is way too far of a walk.

Neptune:Fine by mean. I’d get lost anyways. *starts walking*

Ilia:Thank you...

Neptune:Yep. So.....any reason why you look vanilla swirl with pink sprinkles?

Ilia:It’s been an overwhelming forty minutes since I woke up.

Neptune:Does it have something to do with sleeping with my best friend?

Ilia:*eyes widened* What are you talk- why would I....sigh

Neptune:Not even denying it. Don’t worry about responding to it right now. Just enjoy the fresh air and walk.

Ilia:(easier said then done.)

The duo hobbled in silence for awhile. It would look suspicious if there wasn’t plenty of other people still getting their barrings. Neptune kept his eyes forward to look out for anything. Ilia was busy zoning out. The initial shock of everything had finally warn off and her skin went back to its natural color; except for her freckles. The darker spots were still pink and only getting pinker as she hopelessly tried to think of anything but last night. Blood rushed to her face out of embarrassment.

Neptune:Heads up Ilia.

Ilia:Hmmm? *looks up* Oh......

A menagerie officer stands before them with their hands on their hips; a fox tail wraps around their slim frame as they stare down the two.

Neptune:Who’s your foxy friend Ilia?

Cop:That’s racist....

Neptune:Crap! I’m sorry!!! You know I kinda thought it was stupid to say out loud but-

Ilia:They’re joking around. Neptune this is Judy. Judy this is Neptune, he’s a bit dumb but I’ve been told he’s pretty valid as a person.

Judy:Haha, he must be if Ghira hasn’t thrown in the ocean yet.

Neptune:He....he does that?

Judy:Only to pests. For the record, I’d play it say and refrain from animal puns or jokes. Any other faunus might’ve gotten a bit rowdy.

Neptune:Noted. So....any reason someone as beautiful as yourself came strolling this way?

Judy:Just helping where I could when suddenly I see Miss. Bomb Defuser strolling by. You haven’t checked in with me in a couple of days. I don’t have to remind you that multiple cops and gaurds are still twitchy about your circumstances do I?

Neptune:Wait, is Judy-

Ilia:Yes Neptune, Judy is my parole officer.

Judy:Come now, you aren’t on parole. It just makes a lot of people feel better if you can be accounted for regularly by the authorities and sometimes help around the place to rebuild your self ima-

Ilia:Judy.......it’s parole.

Judy:........*nods* Yeah I guess it is, sorry.

Neptune:Well if that’s the case I can vouch for her and say for the pass few days she’s done nothing but help organize the party and decided to indulge in the festivities last night. You can even find a copy of all the decorations she’s done at the Belladonna estate signed off by Ghira himself.

Ilia:!!!!?

Judy:Woah, well that makes things easier. Thank you Neptune. I guess you really are valid.

Ilia:You’re telling me.

Judy:Anyways, I’m gonna head out but actually go check in next time so we don’t have to think about sending a search party. *walking away*

Ilia:I’ll think about it.

Judy:Ilia.....

Ilia:Goodbye Judy! Start walking Neptune before we here a long winded speech about the wall.

Neptune:*walks* Judy seems nice.

Ilia:Surprised you barely flirted through that conversation. I was waiting for you to make a mistake like most people do around Judy.

Neptune:Mistake? What mistake?

Ilia:If you haven’t figured it out yet then who am I to tell?

Neptune:*smiles*

Ilia:What?

Neptune:You’ve calmed down from the looks of it.

Ilia:Oh, I guess I have.

Neptune:Good, because we’re here.

Motels were something menagerie was getting used to since Haven. Plenty of faunus has stopped by to figure out if they also wanted to move in and even important figures across Remnant wanted to discuss human and faunus relations as a new organization formed. So a motel half the size of Blake’s home was built a little ways west of the main part of the island. Here people could easily access the beach or look inward to all the people and get a glimpse of what a regular day here looks like.

Neptune took pride and being the first human to have an indefinite stay at the beautiful place; even Ilia hasn’t been around it much. He lead her to his room there was a back porch that faced the sea with a hammock. The room itself was wood furnished with a decent sized bed in the middle and two night standing on each side. The golden brown look of it all gave off a vibe of warm flames and deep heritage. Neptune guided her to the hammock then went back inside to grab some pills and water bottles before coming back out. He didn��t have to say anything before she grabbed both of them and open the lid.

Neptune:I’m guessing your hangover headache was really bad.

Ilia:You guessed correctly. Thank you by the way, for all this. Especially with Judy.

Neptune:Someone had to keep track of supplies since you and Sun made a competition.

Ilia:Makes sense. By the way.....Judy is-

Neptune:I figured it out on the way here.

Ilia:Okay, I was gonna feel a bit bad if I didn’t say something.

Neptune:Trust me, I’ve developed a sense for these things after meeting you. Still, they are pretty cool. Probably knows how to party.

Ilia:Don’t tell your date from last night that, or is she already out of the picture? This room is surprisingly clean for a playboy after a party. House keeping works fast.

Neptune:House keeping only had to dust. Nothing happened in this room last night. I took that girl home after the fireworks because boy was she out of it. I tried calling Sun to let him know where I was but he never answered. That’s when a gut feeling told me to look for high points and I saw you two on the roof.

Ilia:Oh......

Neptune:Didn’t think much of it. Even after I saw him pick you up and lead you inside. There was a little chatter about a spunky drunk girl that told of some creep inside with the help of a monkey faunus so I assumed that you were thoroughly wasted; which makes sense after what you did at the restaurant. Sun was with you and both of you were pretty bummed out the whole night so I thought “they’ll probably go ditch the thing and I’ll see him later.” But then I didn’t......

Ilia:Uuuuuuummmmmmm.....

Neptune:Sun is a big boy and knows the place so I didn’t think much of it. I’d catch up with him tomorrow morning. Tomorrow becomes today and as I reach for my scroll expecting apology messages from him, it’s Kali telling me to come pick you up from the house as quickly and discreetly as possible. Now I hate to make assumptions, but I’ve done my fair share of unsuccessful balcony exits. What they all have in common is what I did the night before to prompt such a hasty exit.

Ilia:What are you? Some kind of jr detective?

Neptune:When it comes to crimes of the heart I find all the clues.

Ilia:It’s not a crime of the heart it’s just.....ugh. *lays down* Gods I feel stupid. What possessed me to think sleeping with Sun was a good idea to push away pain.

Neptune:I know your teenage years aren’t exactly normal but that’s about as normal as teenage thought processes go. He was depressed, you were depressed, tons of alcohol, and common ground found at a late night party. I’m not saying I expected this because I didn’t, but makes sense.

Ilia:You don’t understand Neptune! What happened shouldn’t have happened, but it did and now I just feel....weird. I can’t remember all of last night right now but I remember a decent amount. Things I wish I didn’t.

Neptune:Like?

Ilia:I said things. Personal things I don’t share freely. I was hurt but things felt, okay? Yet so wrong at the same time.

Neptune:*frowns* Do you feel used?

Ilia:No, heavens no. If anything I sort of feel like I used him a little. Which was not my intention.

Neptune:What was your intention?

Ilia:I DON’T KNOW!!!!!! I just remember feeling..... something. Whatever the hell it was....

.........

Neptune:Do you....regret it?

Ilia:What?

Neptune:Do you regret last night?

Ilia:I’m, not exactly sure.

Neptune:Well maybe start there and everything else might fall into place? I’m not saying this isn’t a big deal or anything but trust me when I say this does not have to be some staggering revelation. Beer has a way of blurring that line.

Ilia:Sigh, I’m not prepared to talk to Sun about this.

Neptune:Lucky for you, he normally blacks-out when he gets too drunk.

Ilia:Seriously?

Neptune:Yeah he doesn’t like drinking. I think he only did it because of how upset he was.

Ilia:Oh......*turns blue*

Neptune:Uh oh, what’s wrong?

Ilia:Even if he doesn’t remember, it’s wrong to keep that from him right?

Neptune:Tricky question. Personally, I’d tell him if you feel weird about it. Sort out your feelings on the situation and if it meant nothing to you and was just something that happened then by all means, I’ll keep the secret.

Ilia:But.....?

Neptune:Blake and Sun are only friends with compassionate people, so I know last night meant something to you in one shape or form. I’ll be here figure it out if you want and anything else you might need. That way you can tell him with a clear head.

The more Neptune spoke, the more Ilia had to keep rethinking her description of him. Sun wasn’t just hyping him up whenever he told her that Neptune has more heart than she realized. His words, his smile, everything he did today made that statement....valid.

Ilia:I’m sorry Neptune.

Neptune:For what?

Ilia:Downplaying you constantly. You’re actually really sweet. So I’m sorry.

Neptune:Oh *red* well don’t go spreading that around alright. Some of these girls are really buying the whole cool yet distant act I’m putting on.

Ilia:*snickers* Alright, I guess I can do that. Hey is it alright if I can just lay here for a bit and just relax?

Neptune:Sure, it’ll help get my lien’s worth out of this place. *going inside*

Ilia:How much is this room?

Neptune:Too much Ilia! It’s too much! At least the water is free, I hope.

Ilia:(Funny, forgot to call himself compassionate as well. Maybe that’s why Sun likes him?)

Neptune:*scrolling* Hmm?

*one new message*

Sun: “Hey man, sorry about last night.”

Neptune: “Don’t sweat it dude.”

Sun: “So uh....can I come over? I gotta talk to you.”

Neptune:........

Neptune: “About?”

Sun: “About something that happened last night.”

Neptune:*turns around*

Ilia:*sleeping peacefully*

Neptune: “How about we meet somewhere for breakfast instead? Just to get out and about?”

Sun: “Sounds like a plan. Thanks bro”

Neptune:(Well I guess this is happening now.)

xxx

Sun:*holding Ilia’s scrunchy*......... oh boy.

Part 5

#rwby sunshower #rwby #neptune vasilias #sun wukong #kali belladonna #sun x ilia #rwby sunspots #bmblb

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alkhale · 5 years

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Hello hello miss!... Uh, I think that's how you identify??? If not, please tell me!!! I don't wanna misgender you on accident or something Q-Q Anyways, I've been reading Memo, and I! Really love Hoku, and the way she interacts with the world, and her relationships with everyone, it's just really well written. Plus, she sounds REALLY pretty and I'm weak for that. That aside, are you up for getting ideas for Memo!AUs people've had, or headcanons? If not it's cool, just wanted to ask :> ~ Vira

omg u good, dw anon.

THANK YOU SO MUCH YOU CUTIE, I FEEL LIKE I SHOULD USE AN uwu WHEN ANSWERING THIS ONE HAHAHAHA. Thank you for loving it and thank you so much!! CALLING HOKU PRETTY IS SO SWEET WHEN SHE PROBABLY JUST LOOKS AT HERSELF LIKE HELL YEAH THAT KIIONOHI WAS WORTH IT.

I’m guilty of already having a lot of AU ideas for Memos and I might just start a story on AO3 for a collection of them so they don’t clutter the actual story or I can go more in depth or explore some other things hahaha. I’ll start putting them in little omakes and stuff, but Memos chapters have been hella long so I’m worried about overbogging stuff but y’all seem chill with these crazy counts so i hope u don’t mind

AUs:

- School AU, this one’s just fun shenanigans and I love modern AUs. School Council President Sabo, Ace being Ace, Hot teacher Shanks, for some reason Kid and Hoku both have the same art class in basic architecture and metal welding because he’s a grease monkey and Hoku likes designs. Straw Hat crew in school, Brook’s a popular soul musician. Franky and Robin are teachers.

- MODERN AU. I have so many ideas i wanna hash out for different Modern AUs, hahaha, i’m so attracted to these and was this close to writing it out instead as its own kind of story but Memos won over.

ASL+Hoku living together and their daily life (together its HASL like hassle and that’s exactly what it’s like with these idiots)

Started to live together once Ace and Sabo were in their third year of high school, it’s been awhile now. (Hoku’s family passed away when she was young, Garp was doing marine work stationed in Hawaii and took an interest in her but before he could find her, she went to live with ‘someone else’ until he managed to shove her in with Luffy, she’s technically an emancipated minor)

Ace is a construction worker/part time fire fighter and picks up all sorts of odd jobs and errand runs.

Whitebeard took him in on several occasions when stuff happened. Ace is super close to the group even though they’re lowkey high profile crime bosses. Marco’s a doctor underground and professional, Thatch is a chef (whitebeard’s crew always sends gifts and visits and hooks them up with deals at random places)

“Ace! Can you call Marco? I think Hoku’s anemic again.”

“I swear to god, put down that phone he’s going to give me all those pills and I don’t wanna pay the hospital bill–”

“But it’s free.”

“God damn it.”

Sabo works for a high fashion brand design/political activist group (somehow these two meshed and Dragon runs both so)

Hoku and Luffy are students almost finishing up with high school.

Sabo is designated most put-together-has-his-shit-ready, if you can’t find your paint brushes Hoku, ask Sabo. Ace, Sabo put ur laundry away already. He’s usually in charge of meals and making sure the bills get paid. (Their apartment is spacious but a little dingy and random stuff breaks or falls apart but Ace and Hoku are really handy and always fixing shit)

Ace can only make pasta and grilled foods. He’s great with the barbecue. Luffy can’t cook. Hoku cooks pretty damn well but she’s clumsy in the kitchen so she tries to cook before Sabo or Ace get home and they scream something about her cutting off a finger and needing stitches again

House is always decorated with flowers or something nice like a painting or photos or tapestries. Hoku always does that.

They have a small garden plot by the apartment complex. Hoku and Sabo take care of it. Ace and Luffy eat from it a lot and run out animals trying to steal the tangerines from the tree Nami’s adopted mom gave them as a house warming gift.

The three of them fill out a lot of her pages in her sketchbooks and easels. “Is that Sabo again?” “Yeah, he fell asleep reading and he looks too perfect so I wanted to draw it.” “That kinda pisses me off.” “Me too, we’ll do something about it when I finishl.”

Her art classmates are always super eager to see her stuff and ask about the hot older guys in her drawings and please ask them to model. Hoku relents. Ace comes in to model because he gets paid. That’s a story for another day.

Hoku has regular poker nights for awhile now with a group of people Ace and Sabo didn’t think about (they always thought it was the girls or some friends like their friend group) until one night Luffy goes to hang out with the others and they’re like?? Hoku??? and Luffy’s like?? Hoku doesn’t do poker nights with us you dummies.

This sends them into a panic attack and Sabo has Hoku’s location at all times because he did something permanent to her phone (Hoku does not know this) and they visit (stalk) her at one of her poker nights. Find out its in some weirdly shady fancy club body guarded by a bunch of ridiculously macho looking guys (it’s actually Daz, Vergo and some others) They stake out and froth at the mouth, nearly dying when they see Hoku walk out surrounded by GIANT MEN DOUBLE HER SIZE AND AGE, HOKU HONEY, WHAT? It’s Crocodile and Doflamingo, usually Mihawk, and sometimes Jimbei comes.

Hoku’s like ?? I’ve played poker with these guys for forever. (They’re big crime syndicates and totally into illegal business and Sabo knows this and Ace is ready to murder) but apparently Hoku weaseled her way in and she’s a good player so they have fun and like gambling with her. They always suggest taking her to Vegas with them because they’re high rollers but Hoku’s always like nah i got school and work.

Sabo and Ace after herding her home try to convince her to stop meeting with them and Hoku’s just like lmao no and takes out huge wads of cash from her pockets. “They’re ridiculously rich and I win a lot.” They also pay for a lot of good food and Hoku’s not about to pass that up. (She sneaks leftovers for Luffy all the time ((but the older men already know and usually just have shit boxed up for her anyway)))

“But they’re older men and dangerous!”

“It’s not like I’m going on a date with them. It’s just gambling.”

“You like older men!”

“Oh, yeah, huh.”

Law and Kid are classmates and Luffy and Hoku hang out with them a lot when its not with their crew and Ace and Sabo are always like cant you hang out with better people. Kid and Law never feel welcome in their house but Hoku’s just like dw if they bother u i won’t talk to them and then they get upset and yada yada. Doesn’t stop Ace and Sabo from being super mean looking and scary. Kid and Law are hard to ward off, unfortunately.

Law’s studying to be a doctor, well on the way. Kid’s a mechanic and works at a shop and does street racing. Hoku wants to design a car interior for him.

People always say Sabo seems like the prim and perfect gentlemen of the three and he’ll make a good husband and they just laugh and Hoku tells Koala and she laughs because they always wave their hands and say nah nah, Sabo’s secretly the most sneaky and lowkey scary/sadistic/a tease out of all of them, don’t let the pretty face fool you

(and he really is, sometimes he makes Hoku beg for the pretty cakes he brings home from work from clients because he thinks its cute when she’s trying to reach them over his head)

Shanks is a famous traveler/explorer, always known for doing crazy stuff and his team of explorers climb mountains, explore caves, travel all around the world and take beautiful shots and Hoku and Luffy always tune in. Shanks saved Luffy once from a freak accident and he’s his hero and Hoku has such a hopeless crush on him.

Modern AU where Law is Luffy’s partner in college for a project and he goes to Luffy’s house. Hoku’s a TA for Shanks and stupidly stupid for him and Law meets her and feels things.

Modern AU where Strawhat crew goes on a road trip.

Monsters AU. Hoku’s a ghost.

Hanahaki AU. Red flowers.

Marines AU.

Genderbent AU.

Some other ones but i gotta go finish that essay i mentioned hahaha, hope these were fun! the modern HASL one ran away with me

THANKS FOR LOVING IT

#Memos #Memos Au #one piece modern au #Hoku #Ace #Sabo #Luffy #Law #straw hat pirates #Kid

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kara-dolan · 5 years

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Coachella -Day 1 ~Part 1~

A/N ~ hola it be a while since i have posted but whats up hahaha i am so so sorry ive had writers block and ms. vivi aka @notanotherdolantwinsblog was moving during the time she agreed to help with this so once both of our lives calm tf down things will return to normal scheduling.

Word Count~ 4,309

Warnings ~ Soft feels, Fluff, Fun, Flirting?, Possible use of cannabis aka weed

Summary~ Fun and music festivals with your best friend? What could possibly happen? Oh right running into anyone and everyone you adore looking absolutely devin with sweaty bodies touching and bass booming under your feet. But what adventures are to come when Y/N and Viviana come face to face with Coachella ?

“Viviana I can’t believe you actually got tickets for Coachella. I can’t believe the house you got for Coachella weekend. I can’t believe that we are here!” I say excitedly gripping her arm.

“Bitch, I can’t believe that we might run into the Dolan Twins!” she says to me smiling.

“Okay yes that is a huge plus but, Day 1 will be the most exciting especially since it’s the first time we’ll be going!” I say releasing her walking up to the house.

She shook her head at me and opened the door revealing the Greek interior architecture. I walk in setting my hand bag on the ground taking everything in.

“Holy shi- is this real life right now?” I questioned looking up and spinning around to view everything.

“If you think this is amazing just wait till you see the backyard and bedrooms, not to mention the bathrooms.” Viviana says.

I looked at her and smiled then found my way to the stairs that spiraled up to the bedroom I was staying in. It was completely white with a sliding door that led out to the balcony that overlooked the backyard. Below me I saw the pool that had a huge baby blue clam bed next to the pool with a pearl shaped pillow that was silver and sparkled in the sun.

“V, I am never leaving.” I say looking away from the pool and up at the view of trees and mountains that were decorated by the sun’s beautiful rays and wind causing them to sway.

“Okay, sure, you say that every time you visit a new place. Watch once we get to Coachella you’ll never want to leave there either. Speaking of which, we have to get unpacked and set up for tomorrow after that we can get pizza and just chill.” Viviana says walking out onto the balcony.

“Ha. Yeah, I fall in love with places too easily. But, have you seen the view and the trees? It’s so beautiful. We should camp outside tonight and just watch the stars.” I say leaning against the railing watching the beautiful scenery.

“You’re fucking crazy. There’s bugs and animals. No way in hell am I sleeping out here, especially the day before Coachella starts. I am not getting dirt in my pores and you shouldn’t either,” she says stepping away to go back inside.

I sigh and look down pushing myself off the railing and going inside to unpack.

It took about an hour to get everything unpacked an organized, I had brought makeup and wigs, so I didn’t have to dye my Y/H/C hair and damage it. I also brought any and all facial cleansers because we were going to be in the desert for 3 days. I had hung all 3 outfits up in the closet and folded extra clothes I brought because no way in hell was I not going to shower and be forced to wear glitter covered outfits for the week that we were going to be staying at the house. Y/F/N and I had gotten walkie talkies set up on a private channel to find each other if we got lost and 3 cases of water so we could take 5 bottles of water with us for each day. After everything was unpacked and organized I made my way down the spiraling stairs and through the living room and into the kitchen where V was sitting at the island scrolling through her phone.

“Hey, you order the pizza yet?” I asked going to the fridge to get a water.

“No, I was waiting on you. I did see some updates on Twitter though, involving the twins and well, the drama is crazy.” she yawned out.

“When is it not though? Like honestly people need to leave them alone. But let’s not get into it. I’ll order a pepperoni and Hawaiian pizza and set up a movie.” I say after taking a drink of water.

“Sounds good. I’m getting blankets and pillows to fort up the living area.” She yelled to me running upstairs.

I smile and pull my phone out of my pocket and order the pizzas.

After the pizza arrived, we watched a random movie as we ate in the fort. Halfway through the movie and one pizza gone we fell asleep surrounded by pillows and blankets. The next thing I knew my phone was going off at 6 am which resulted in Viviana hitting me in the face with a pillow followed by groaning which signaled me to turn it off. I grabbed my phone and stopped the alarm. I made my way to my room and changed into some shorts and a loose tank and pulled on running shoes. I quietly made my way out of the house and into the woods near the park for a morning run.

I found myself at an overlook. The view was impeccable with the sun rising and colors blending together, putting me in a trance. The trance was broken when I notice movement below, a tall broad figure jogging through the hiking trail. The figure belonged to a man, as the sun rose more his golden shoulders glistened with sweat, his hair flopping with each step. It was like the trance from the sunrise was transferred to him. I couldn’t stop watching him until he disappeared deeper into the trail.

“What the hell was that?” I asked myself. I shook it off and ran back towards the house. By time I got back it was 7 am and I was drenched in sweat. I took a shower once I got back. After my shower, I put on my first Coachella outfit. I was wearing a white tank top with strings that tied in front of my chest with high waisted black shorts and a hunter green jacket. I put on black ankle boots and accessorized with a necklace that reached my waist.

Once I was dressed I applied my makeup, natural smokey eye and maroon lips. I put on my pink Ombre white high pony wig and grecian leaf new forehead crown. I went to the kitchen and saw Viviana wearing a black crop top with maroon jean shorts and black knee-high boots that had fishnets underneath. Her hair was loosely curled draping around her shoulders, she had dark smokey eye and a light pink lip.

“Okay, V. I see you.” I squeal out and she looks at me and laughs.

“Stop… we have to get going soon if we want to make it on time.”

“Okay. Okay. I am so ready to see Kyle perform today. Oh my gosh and The Neighborhood, St. Vincent, SZA, and The Weeknd. Just today is going to be crazy.” I say while packing up our bags for Day 1.

“For sure, not to mention how many social media stars and celebrities we will be seeing there.” V says taking her bag. I nod.

“We should get breakfast on the way there. I mean it is only 9 am. Coachella gates don’t open till 11.”

“You just want to go to an acai bowl place to see if you can run into Grayson” She teased.

I rolled my eyes and smiled.

“Maybe it’s a little true but if we run into Grayson we also run into Ethan…” I wink and nudge her. She laughs and grabs her car keys.

“Fine, you win. Using my love for Ethan against me. That isn’t fair.”

I scrunch my nose at her and smile. After our playful teasing ended we headed out and went to the closest acai place. Once we arrived we saw girls squealing and crying. I looked over at Viviana and raised my eyebrow while smiling.

“No. We are getting the acai bowls and going.” She scolded me.

“Ugh, fine. I won’t go and ask them if they are acting like that ‘cause of the twins. Mainly ‘cause I already know they were here… thank you, Instagram… but fine let’s get the bowls and go.” I replied rolling my eyes.

“You’re entirely something else. In a good way.” She reassured me.

“Thanks, I guess.” I say while laughing.

We were waiting in line to get the acai bowls when I realized everyone was staring at us.

“Well this isn’t awkward or anything.” I mumbled out.

“What?” she questioned.

“We are the only ones dressed like this here. Seriously, everyone is wearing normal clothes. We need to hurry up and get the hell out of here.” I say looking around getting uncomfortable.

“Why? We look hot. Stop trying to cover up. Let them stare it shows them what they can’t have.” She says making me loosen my grip on my jacket and letting it slip down my arms. “Okay. I got this. We got this.” I say smiling and nodding.

We got our acai bowls and left. We were about 5 mins away from Coachella grounds and we had finished our acai bowls. Now we were just blasting music and getting hype as we got closer to the festival. We pulled into the most available parking spot. Once V put the car in park I got out throwing my bag over my shoulder and adjusting my VIP wristbands.

“I can’t believe were actually here...” I say shutting the car door.

“Neither can I. Now let’s go before we miss any performances!” She shouts while pulling my arms and entire body towards the entrance.

“Okay! Okay! I can walk on my own!” I laugh out.

“I know just hurry the hell up!” she shrieked out and took off running. I shook my head and ran after her, I finally caught up at the entrance because we had to scan our wristbands.

We were finally inside, I grabbed at V tapping her like crazy.

“Look, Look, We’re here. Oh my gosh we’re here” I screamed out.

We ran to the Sahara stage until it was time to head to the main stage. When we reached the main stage Los Angeles Azules were performing and we saw Bryant recording some of the performance on his phone. I look over at V who was already looking at me. We walked closer to Bryant but not close enough for him to notice, we stood there enjoying the performance.

“We literally just saw the Yodeling Walmart Boy perform with Whethan and now we see Bryant right here. What is happening?” I whisper to Viviana. She laughed.

“Life. Life is happening and giving us this amazing opportunity.” She whispered back. “Opportunities?” I question at the last minute when she bumped into me causing me to stumble back only to be caught by someone.

“Oh my gosh I am so sorry. My fri-” I stopped once I saw who caught me.

“It’s fine.” He said chuckling. I stood up.

“Sorry, again. Thank you for catching me though.”

I turn my neck to glare at V who was smirking.

“No problem. Not everyday I get to catch a beautiful girl from falling.” He flirted which made me look back to him.

“I think I did fall though… Umm… sorry. Bad attempt and now I am making a bigger fool of myself. Bye.” I say nervously while laughing a bit while turning to walk away.

He grabbed my right hand with his left spinning me around.

“You aren’t making a fool of yourself. I’m Grayson.” He smiled down at me.

“I know, but I’m Y/N and the person behind me is my best friend Viviana.” I say looking up at him through my lashes.

He smiled down at me and I looked away and as soon as I did Bryant came over

“Hey Gray we should go find E and get more photos.”

“For sure. Y/N want to come?” he asked me. I looked at him bewildered.

“You mean like go with you and Bryant to find Ethan?” I questioned. He smiled and nodded “That’s the general idea. You can even bring um... V- Vivi-”

“Viviana.” She interrupted him. “We would love to go with you. Right Y/N?” she nudged me “Oh yeah. Totally, for sure.” I mumbled out.

“Great. Yo, Bry, Y/N and Viviana are going to come with.” He shouted towards Bryant.

Bryant smiled and nodded, we all began walking away from the main stage to find Ethan. We found him by the food trucks drooling over the acai bowls.

“Ethan!” Grayson called out to him pulling his attention from the trucks. He ran over to join us “Yo Gray. Who’s this?” he asked.

“I’m Y/N. Just met Grayson when my friend Viviana “accidently” bumped into me and Grayson caught me” I said smiling a bit while air quoting.

“Oh cool. I’m Ethan.”

“This is Viviana or V. By the way.” I say pulling Viviana’s’ arm.

“Oh. Hi” she waved shyly. I heard everyone near the main stage start chanting Really, Really, Really, Yeah,

“V, we got to go. Kyle is performing now!” I grab at her arm. “Sorry guys. Just been waiting all day to see him.” I yell over my shoulder as we run to the main stage.

We reached the main stage finally.

“Y/N are you stupid you just left Ethan and Grayson. We aren’t going to ever see them again.”

“I wouldn’t be too sure about that. Grayson loves SuperDuperKyle.” Ethan whispered between us which made me jump.

“E you can’t just scare them like that.” Grayson said coming from behind me smiling. I laughed and rolled my eyes.

“Glad you guys could join us” I smiled at him and started jumping and chanting with the rest of the crowd.

“Don’t Wanna Fall in Love” played and I looked at Gray and smiled.

“Yo, you gonna show us some moves, possibly the same ones from the warehouse?” I asked him.

“I remember that I gave him so much shit about it.” Ethan said laughing. I rolled my eyes.

“You did great. Just ignore him.” I looked at him placing my hand on his shoulder.

He grabbed my hand and spun me around in front of him, he gripped my waist and rested his chin on top of my head. We swayed to the rest of the set until iSpy came on and we had to move to avoid a mosh pit. We gave up on finding a new spot, so Grayson offered to go get ice cream for us, I decided to wait with Ethan and Viviana. I was listening to V and E talk about which bands they were excited to see, I left them alone to talk and headed over to the food trucks to see if Grayson needed help. When I saw him, he was talking to a girl.

“Hey, I know you from YouTube. I love your videos and they’re super inspiring.” She said to him awkwardly laughing a little.

“Really? Thank you so much that means a lot.” He replied to her smiling, “Want anything?” He asked her pointing to the menu.

“Oh my god no. Of course not. Thank you” She said sweetly.

“Oh okay.” He said, and she gave him a hug which he returned.

“See you around” he said.

“Yeah see ya” she called out as she walked off.

I walked over to him and smiled at him.

“Hey, why are you looking at me like that?” He asked.

“Okay, it’s kind of weird…but, I like seeing how you interact with fans.” I explained.

“It’s an amazing experience I appreciate you guys. If I can make you guys happy even just taking a picture or talking to you it is completely worth it.” He says while paying for the ice cream. “Grayson, you literally just looking at us is enough to make us happy” I giggled out. He laughed and handed me the ice cream he got for me

“It’s kind of shocking to hear that. Not entirely used to this still.” I smiled at him.

“I mean majority of your fan base is female which you should know from tour. You’re attractive and athletic and you have a great personality at least from what I can tell from your videos and well now that I’ve met you and hung out with you. I honestly can’t believe that I am here… That I even got to meet you…” I say staring up at him losing my words.

“Yeah… I don’t meet a lot of people who are quite like you though.” He finished looking down at me. I laughed breaking the gaze.

“I bet. Not a lot of girls would walk away from you to go and enjoy a music performance like 4 minutes after meeting you” he grabbed my hand as we walked back over to Ethan and Viviana. “You’re not going to do that, again right?” He asked.

“Hmmmm… I don’t know. If I do what are you going to do about it?” I ask cocking my eyebrow while smiling.

“Guess I have to stay close then.” He let go of my hand and draped his arm carefully around my neck pulling me closer towards him and I wrapped my arm around his waist.

“Yo, Gray. Where we headed now?” Ethan asked him taking note on how close me and Grayson were.

“I don’t know. Where to now, Y/N?” he inquired.

“I kind of want and need to see The Neighborhood.” I say looking up to Grayson licking the ice cream from the cone.

“Alright, The Neighborhood it is. Let’s go.”

We walked back over to the mainstage where Kyle was performing, and The Neighborhood was now setting up. Bryant met back up with us from taking photos of other YouTubers that were here.

One of the first songs they played was Scary Love which I adored and sang along with every word. Grayson just watched me the entire time and spun me around a couple times. Ethan and Viviana were exchanging numbers which made me think about giving Grayson mine. He noticed my dancing falter and pulled me into him. I stumbled into his chest in which he took the opportunity to hug my waist as I collected myself.

“You okay?” He asked me. I nodded.

“Yeah, why do you ask?” I retorted reaching my arms around his neck. He chuckled.

“No reason…”

I pulled away from him when I heard Daddy Issues come on.

“Hey, Grayson can I borrow y/n for a minute?” V asked pulling my hand. He nodded, and I stumbled trying to keep up with her as she dragged me away

“What is going on?” I questioned her.

“Okay so Ethan and I were talking, and I somehow talked him into coming back to the house later tonight, but he wants to bring Grayson too. I was wondering if you could keep Grayson busy while I try to get closer to Ethan?” she pleaded.

“For sure. Like it’s honestly so weird how close we have gotten in just the past couple hours that we’ve been here, and we haven’t even had a ‘get to know you’ talk it is just a comfortable thing as if we’ve known each other for years. I wouldn’t necessarily call it keeping him busy though as much as just hanging out with him and getting to know him more.” I respond.

“Ahh yay! You’re the best.” She squealed while hugging me then running back to Ethan.

I smiled and rolled my eyes I looked around for a little before making my way back to Grayson, when I got closer to the main stage where The Neighborhood was performing Sweater Weather I noticed Grayson wasn’t there anymore and neither was V or E.

“Okay. Don’t really know what to do. I literally just saw V though.” I thought out loud.

“Yo make sure you get some of those cotton sticks!” I heard Ethan shout from behind me. I turned around so quick.

“Ethan what the hell are cotton sticks?” I yelled to him while laughing noticing the same girl who was talking to Gray earlier laugh.

“Cotton candy.” He said smiling like a 3-year-old getting called adorable.

“Okay then… Where’s Gray and V?” I asked him.

“Ryan met back up with us so Gray is with them by the disco ball trash can. I am on my way back to them. Come on.” He said nodding his head over towards where they all were.

“Ethan wait up!” the girl called after him in which he made a confused face.

“I’ll see you when you get over there.” I say walking away slowly just listening in on the conversation.

“What’s up...?” he asked.

“The sky, pfft… you’re the best youtubers who’ve lived on planet earth.” She said after a small awkward moment. “Oh, oops... That was cringe.”

At this point I was half way out of earshot.

“Are you enjoying ‘Chella’?” he questioned.

“Heck yeah. It’s awesome.”

I stopped listening when I saw Grayson adjusting the part of his ripped jean armband.

“Hey, there you guys are. Kind of wondered off for a while. Sorry.” I say which made Grayson look up from his armband.

“Hey. I was going to look for you, but V said you would find us.” He said pulling me into a hug. “Well okay then someone missed you.” Ethan chuckled wrapping his arm around Viviana’s waist.

“I mean can you blame me?” Gray asked.

“Oh my gosh. No. Stop. Both of you.” I say pulling away from Gray laughing.

“Oh, by the way this is Ryan. Ryan this is Y/N.” Ethan introduced us.

“Hey. I actually know who Ryan is. You guys have collabed before and it was fucking hilarious I loved it.” I blurt out.

“The amount that Y/N watches your old videos is crazy.” V interjected.

“Hey! They’re funny, leave me alone. You freaking binge watch them with me you have no room to talk.” I defended.

Grayson and Ethan laughed at us

“Oh yeah., you guys want to laugh? Cause I have things I can say that will make you cringe instantly.” A teasing smile played on my lips after I spoke those words. The twins exchanged a worried look.

“Here are your ‘Cotton sticks’ Ethan.” Bryant returned with at least 8 of them and his camera. “Bryant do you want some help with all of that?” I asked, and he nodded.

I took a couple of them and handed one to V.

“Cotton candy yum.” Grayson said taking a bite out of one that was in my hand from over my shoulder.

“Hey! If you wanted one you could have just asked.” I smiled at him holding one out for him to take.

“Nah, I like it when you hold it.” He licked his lips and grinned.

I was going to respond but Ethan came over and took 3 of them from me leaving the one Gray bit from.

“Well okay then…” I say as Grayson takes another bite. “Damn I might as well just hand feed the cotton candy to you” I joked.

“That’s a fantastic idea.” He said while smiling at me, I shook my head

“Are you serious?” I asked raising my eyebrow.

He nodded while grabbing a piece of cotton candy and holding it against my lips I shook my head no.

“I’m not eating that.” I laughed out

“Yes you are” He grinned now

“No… I’m really not. Grayson, I mean it. Oh my gosh stop.” I backed away from him while laughing.

I ran around our group as he chased me playfully, he ended up grabbing my waist from behind and spinning me around.

“Grayson!” I managed to yell out in the middle of my fits of giggles.

“What?” He asked putting me down, so I could face him. Once I turned around, my eyes immediately made contact with his and I was entranced. He wrapped his arms around my waist pulling me closer not breaking eye contact until he looked at my lips. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pressed my lips gently against his while standing on my tippy toes. He placed his hands on my waist ho

lding me steady and kissed me back.

We were in our own little world, unbothered and carefree smiling into the kiss.

“Grayson!” Ethan screamed which made us break the kiss.

“What E?” He asked annoyed.

“You know we can’t do that. Not here. Fans might see.”

“He’s right Gray… Look me and Vivi will go and check out some more bands. We can meet back up during the Weeknd’s performance.” I say placing my hand on his shoulder.

“Come on bro.” Ethan said dragging Grayson away letting my hand slide down his arm.

Vi pulled me back to the main stage where Vince Staples was setting up to perform. We were having fun dancing around like no one was watching which they weren’t, after the set we went to use the bathrooms.

“What are we doing after we leave?” Vivi asked.

“Well I know for sure we are going to go home but maybe on the way stop for some In-N-Out.” I answered.

“In-N-Out sounds amazing.” I hear Grayson suddenly say from behind me as he wrapped his arms around my waist and resting his chin upon my shoulder.

“Grayson, we talked about this.” Ethan warned pulling him off of me.

“Right sorry E.”

“Okay so I guess you guys are coming with us after to get In-N-Out too?” I questioned. We all agreed to it after me and Vivi went to the bathroom and were walking back to the main stage to see SZA perform.

On the way back to the stage I tripped over my own feet and stumbled into a bleach blonde girl wearing a two piece purple bikini.

“Oh my gosh I am so so sorry-” I say going to help her up.

“Wait… you're Tana Mongeau-”

#dolan twins #ethan dolan x reader #grayson dolan x reader #fanfiction #grayson dolan #ethan dolan #y/n #tana mongeau #tana mongeau x reader #bryant eslava #Viviana #notanotherdolantwinsblog #coachella 2018 #i am so so sorry this is this late #smut will most def be in next chapter tho

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sea-dragon-pride · 5 years

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☕☕☕☕☕ (KIDDING, 🌟🌼🌗❓!)

☕☕☕☕☕ WELL IF YOU MUST KNOW,,, my deepest darkest secret… my BIGGEST shame… is that I can’t get Calico’s cats to like me. I KNOW! I’m a fake druid, but I try talkin to them and I chase them around and they’re not havin’ ANY of it. The cats on this boat are anti-Tiller ghskgh;skgsgds

(ALSO THIS GOT LOOOONNNGGGGG, so I’m putting it under the cut, I’m So Sorry For Getting Carried Away)

🌟When your OC loses all hope, who do they turn to first? What helps make them feel better? What calms them down and reassures them? Why?

I think when all hope is lost, I would always turn to Roy! I know I should probably say something like my real dads but I haven’t seen them in so long and I never want to worry them with things they don’t need to know about…. Roy always knew how to keep up a brave face, and somehow had a plan for everything, even when failure seemed inevitable. All the Sea Dragons for that matter, made me feel that way! I could never stay in a sour mood after an evening meal with Bingo or Codec, or hell, even Skiff! They’re practically my family and I know they accepted all parts of me into their ranks, so I can’t help but feel better if we’re all together. Though nowadays, that’s not an option, so… to calm down I usually like to hang out in the crow’s nest and chart stars. You can see the sky and the ocean for MILES, when everything is so grand and beautiful, things can’t seem so bad. Something about being up there reminds me that life is always moving, like the ocean! So if things are bad now… then they can’t stay that way forever, because that time will have to move somewhere else, somewhere in the past. On a simpler level, I really appreciate hugs and snacks. I’m the perfect form for cuddling! It’s not bragging, it’s a fact!!! So if I’m ever sad, just squeeze the life out of me and I’ll feel better.

🌼 Write a short drabble from your OCs POV meeting their LI

I see the red sails being raised at the end of the dock. Black skulls with a sun burst pattern decorates a number of them. The whole ship is made from stained black wood with red trim. The wood even smells burned.

Jeez, these guys are the ostentatious types, huh?

Everyone looks like they’re bustling about, doing the prep work for an extended time out at sea. They’ll be expecting me anytime now, but when have pirates been punctual?

Okay, okay, new boat, new story, don’t sweat the small stuff. No one can ask you too many questions if you just keep up your overly-friendly small talk. These guys are supposed to be more dangerous than the last crews, which means a bigger haul. Roy’s counting on you.

I look around the main deck and spot an older woman with an intricate braid and a wide-brimmed hat. That’s gotta be her. I run up and say:

“OH! Ahoy there!!! I’ve never been on a ship this big before wOOWW! Love the color scheming, it really brings out the whole ‘murder-y’ vibes you guys seem to be going for haha! You must be Captain Rhea!”

The older woman looks perplexed (like they usually do), and responds: “That would be me, aye. Though I don’t remember ordering for an interior decorator aboard my vessel.”

“Hehehe no! But you DID send for a navigator and that’s me! Tiller Jakobie, at your service! I’ll tell ya where ya are, where ya goin, where ya wanna be, and how to get there! I also brought my own maps!” I lift them out of my bag proudly. These babies took ages to chart, but no one appreciates map craftsmanship nowadays.

Rhea sighs: “Ah, I did put Beremy in charge of recruiting didn’t I? Remind me not to do that again…. But yes, unfortunately, our last navigator has seemed to desert us for his own misadventures. If you’re the best we can do for such a short time, then so be it. Boys, get her set up in a room, I have business to attend too.”

Yeah… the misadventures of their old navigator mostly involve spending the next few weeks in the brig of The Quick Silver. If Franz is on guard duty, the poor guy will have to listen to him while he practices new songs. Hehehe that’ll make him WISH we threw him overboard!

I turn to my new alleged crew members: “SO! Miss Captain said something about accommodations? Do you guys have room service?? OH! What about those complimentary little soaps??!! Where am I stayin!! You’ve got a five star suite for me, right?”

Most of the reactions are as expected; a couple a furrowed brows, eye rolls, a few smirks and chuckles. I’ll have em head over heels for me soon enough, I mean, come ON! I’m adorable!!! They look around at each other, and one pipes up:

“Well I know someone who don’t have a bunk mate right now…”

The group kind of snickers and mumbles to each other. I hear some whispers - “That’s a lil mean for her first day, ain’t it?” “With HER, are you serious?” “Well, I ain’t gonna be the next one with a fresh scar for waking her up by accident!” They talk back and forth some more and come to an agreement of some kind? “Alright, we got a room for you, follow us!”

I trail behind them, trying to note down the layout of this ship. It IS bigger than The Quick Silver, more in width than in length. The mizzenmast is fortified and I can see spots for snipers to sit up by the topsails. That’ll be a problem to deal with later… We continue below deck and I’m practically pushed towards a room at the end of the hall. My welcome party already starts backing up toward the hold and they shout:

“Alright, get cozy in there!” More repressed laughing. “Dinner’s served around dusk, see you then!”

Okayyyyy… whatever these guys think they got against me, I’m sure it can’t be that bad. What’s a little hazing between new crew members, right? I’ve faced worse.

“Uh hello?” I knock and open the door.

Oh Fuck. It is that bad.

In the room, there’s a girl, sitting on the lower bunk, sharpening a pair of swords. She doesn’t even flinch when I enter. Her hair is covering a lot of her face, since she’s looking down. It’s so long… Golden hoops dance under her ears. She has bandages around her hands and scars up her arms. Who IS she???

“Are you lost?”

I jolt back. SHIT, I’ve been staring!!! “Wh- huh?”

The girl looks up at me and her hair falls back. Oh NO, she’s PRETTY,,,,!!!!! My face feels hot, WAIT, is this room hot? DON’T tell me you’re blushing right now, Jakobie,,,

She asks again: “Are you lost? This is my room. What are you doing in here?”

Your mission. Remember your mission, dumbass.

“AHAHA OH RIGHT! N-NO WAY! In fact, it’s my job to be Not Lost! I’m Tiller, the new navigator aboard the ship, it’s SUPER nice to me you!!!”

She puts away her whetstone but doesn’t say anything.

I close the door, as I default to rambling over silence. “Well... ANYWAY, your friends said you needed a roomie so here I am! They seem like a fun bunch huh? They mentioned something about you stabbing someone, not that that’s important to me haha! D-Don’t answer that! Those are cool swords you have there!! Where’d you get them? Can you fight with them at the same time!!?? That’s CRAZY! But in a good way! Not that you’re crazy!! Also, I didn’t seem to get your name??” I take a seat on the chest across from her.

She starts to polish her swords. “I didn’t give it.”

Ohhhh one of THOSE types.

She glances up briefly and squints at me. “Why are you wearing a sleeve on only one arm?”

To hide my tattoo.

“OH haha! THIS??? It’s uhhh… to cover a… birthmark! It’s- It’s really gross and ugly and I, uh- hate it so I don’t like looking at it.”

She furrows her brow and kind of scoots further away on her bed after hearing that.

Smooth.

I start putting my stuff away. “Sooooo, I heard someone on the boat is named Beremy?? What’s up with that? That doesn’t sound like a real name.”

“Tiller doesn’t sound like a real name.” She mumbles.

“OHHHH SO SHE HAS JOKES!!! Miss Mystery over here has jests and japes for the the new girl, okay, I’ll take that one. I’m glad comedy is allowed in this room.”

She seems to eye me more closely now as I empty my backpack. She responds: “Just don’t touch my things and you won’t be sleeping in the galley with your namesake.”

“The other crew members seem to be kind of scared of you. Should I be worried, or are you all bark and no bite?”

I feel a whoosh of cool air whip past my ear. One of her swords is suddenly embedded in the wall behind me, inches from the side of my head.

Whoa…. she’s Perfect.

She sounds a little irritated when she says, “I like for people to make their own judgements about me and not listen to rumors from people they’ve just met.”

My heart is racing. (Probably from the sword, right??) I yank it out of the wall. “That… was SO COOL!!! I didn’t even see you throw it. You’ve gotta teach me that!!!””

She looks a little taken aback.

I continue, “Also have you ever thought about pulling your hair out of your face with something??? Then maybe you can aim better!! Plus… I think your eyes are really pretty...”

“I-”

Suddenly, there’s a bell ringing down the hall.

The girl looks away to the side. Was her face always that pink? She stands up and makes for the door. “That’s the dinner bell. You can… come with me if you want. It’d be weird to just stay in here.”

I hop up. “Alright Miss Mystery, if you INSIST!”

“It’s Mayday.”

“What?”

“Mayday. That’s my name. If I am stuck with you, then you at least ought to know what to call me.”

Mayday.

Aw man… how am I gonna figure out this one…?

🌗 Early mornings or late nights? What do they spend their time doing during these hours?

Early mornings all the way! As much as I LOVE sleepovers and gossiping over pillow talk, there’s something AMAZING about seeing the sunrise and getting to run around before the rest of the crew has woken up! Usually, I like to sneak food from Mr. Biscuit while he’s still making breakfast and I try to hide stickers in Selim’s armory. I chat with all the animals around the boat too! You know, catch up with the seagulls and dolphins following along side. I usually find a rat or two, and they always have the best jokes!!! Miss Shih says I should get rid of any rats I find, but what she doesn’t know, won’t hurt my loyal subjects. And then my favorite, I GET TO WAKE EVERYONE UP!!! Miss Shih’s always awake, so she’s the exception! You really bond and get to know a person once you’ve seen them at their most annoyed and delirious state, A HA I LOVE IT!!!

❓ A random fact or short drabble! Or make up your own question to ask the OC!

My question of choice: If you had a personalized Captain Hat, what power would it grant you?

THAT’S A REALLY HARD ONE!!! Part of me almost wants to inherit Roy’s hat because his power is really cool and he’s never let me USE IT!!!! >:///

But part of me also feels like it would be fun to just enhance the druid powers I already have! Like basically just become a water-bender and control the weather when you’re out at sea!! OH! Or maybe it could be a shape-shifting animal hat!!! (But how would that work in animal form?? Would they all get little hats?? That’s not intimidating!!!) Maybe it could be navigator related, and I would always know where I am and never be lost! OR MAYBE! It could track the thing you desire most!!! That seems kind of heavy for me though haha! Regardless, I can’t make up my mind! I want them all! The solution is that all captain’s should give me their hats and that’ll be the end of it!!! It’s only fair, and I deserve it of course!!!

#anon #anonymous #GOSH THANK YOU IF YOU READ ALL THE WAY THROUGH....#I KNOW I WENT A LIL BUCK WILD ON THE MAYDAY QUESTION BUT HGKDJSHG:SDKGG WOWEEEE #i apologize for my jank writing but it was FUNNNN!!!!#it's late now tho so I'm going to bed lmao!!#tiller talks!!!#Anonymous

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blackhorseofcthulhu · 6 years

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-Get to Know Me-

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SOOO the point is to make a simself (yup, that sim up there is me) and put your traits, things you like and whatever you wanna share. You don’t have to do it if you don’t want to! After the keep reading thingy are +100 questions I found that you can answer if you want, but you don’t have to (it’s tiring as hell) . . . 1. What is your full name? Christopher 2. What is your nickname? Topher, NEM, Plaisha 3. Birthday? August 9th 4. What is your favorite book series? Xanth book series by Piers Anthony 5. Do you believe in aliens or ghosts? Aliens I need a bit more proof on but Ghosts, yes. 6. Who is your favorite author? H.P. Lovecraft 7. What is your favorite radio station? Creepypasta podcast 8. What is your favorite flavor of anything? Cinnamon 9. What word would you use often to describe something great or wonderful? “killer” 10. What is your current favorite song? “Breathe” by Through Fire 11. What is your favorite word? Monsterful 12. What was the last song you listened to? “Dirty Diana” by Shamans Harvest 13. What TV show would you recommend for everybody to watch? Chuck 14. What is your favorite movie to watch when you’re feeling down? Anything in the Horror Genre. 15. Do you play video games? Yeah. 16. What is your biggest fear? Silence. 17. What is your best quality, in your opinion? I am a great listener. 18. What is your worst quality, in your opinion? PTSD Episodes 19. Do you like cats or dogs better? Dogs, but I wouldn’t reject a Cat. 20. What is your favorite season? Autumn 21. Are you in a relationship? Yes. 22. What is something you miss from your childhood? My little pony and He-Man XD 23. Who is your best friend? His name is Eric. 24. What is your eye color? They change but sit mostly in the hazel to amber range. 25. What is your hair color? Dark Brown 26. Who is someone you love? My husband 27. Who is someone you trust? Not many, mostly my husband. 28. Who is someone you think about often? My mom. 29. Are you currently excited about/for something? Not really. 30. What is your biggest obsession? Art. 31. What was your favorite TV show as a child? He-Man or Magic School Bus 32. Who of the opposite gender can you tell anything to, if anyone? Sounds funny but my EX. 33. Are you superstitious? No. 34. Do you have any unusual phobias? Sedatephobia, and Trypophobia 35. Do you prefer to be in front of the camera or behind it? Behind it. 36. What is your favorite hobby? Photography, Art, the sims. 37. What was the last book you read? The Watchmaker of Filigree Street 38. What was the last movie you watched? Hold the Dark 39. What musical instruments do you play, if any? Guitar and Keyboard 40. What is your favorite animal? Llama’s and Sloths. 41. What are your top 5 favorite Tumblr blogs that you follow? @scelesticsimsstuff @nolan-sims @mysteriousdane @slythersim @wardenofmyheart @grimcookies @quirkykyimu @gerbits theres a lot TBH 42. What superpower do you wish you had? Time Travel 43. When and where do you feel most at peace? At night eating Nachos. LOL 44. What makes you smile? Dirty Jokes or people with my sick sense of humor 45. What sports do you play, if any? I don’t sport. 46. What is your favorite drink? Black Tea 47. When was the last time you wrote a hand-written letter or note to somebody? Early Middle School 48. Are you afraid of heights? To a degree, Yes. 49. What is your biggest pet peeve? Depends on my mood greatly. 50. Have you ever been to a concert? Many. 51. Are you vegan/vegetarian? Used to be. 52. When you were little, what did you want to be when you grew up? An Interior Decorator. 53. What fictional world would you like to live in? Tuck Everlastings 54. What is something you worry about? Life. 55. Are you scared of the dark? Depends on my mood. 56. Do you like to sing? I used to, too much negative feedback. 57. Have you ever skipped school? Yes, a few times. 58. What is your favorite place on the planet? I want off this planet. 59. Where would you like to live? The wilderness 60. Do you have any pets? A chinchilla and two Cockatiels 61. Are you more of an early bird or a night owl? Night Owl 62. Do you like sunrises or sunsets better? Sunsets. 63. Do you know how to drive? Yes. in the USA and Ireland. 64. Do you prefer earbuds or headphones? Earbuds 65. Have you ever had braces? No 66. What is your favorite genre of music? My music taste is quite eclectic, I don’t like Mumble rappers....lol 67. Who is your hero? My Grandfather was. 68. Do you read comic books? Yes, whos asking? 69. What makes you the most angry? The Two I’s, Ignorance and Intolerance. 70. Do you prefer to read on an electronic device or with a real book? eBook if I can, but paperback is Cathartic. 71. What is your favorite subject in school? Science and Economics 72. Do you have any siblings? Sister 73. What was the last thing you bought? sweats and animal treats. 74. How tall are you? 5′8, I am short for my species...lol 75. Can you cook? Learning to 76. What are three things that you love? My Husband, My pets, my nephews and niece. 77. What are three things that you hate? Ignorance, Intolerance, and Injustice 78. Do you have more female friends or more male friends? I have like 3 friends IRL, 1 male 2 female. 79. What is your sexual orientation? Bisexual with a lean towards Men 80. Where do you currently live? Washington State 81. Who was the last person you texted? Kailey 82. When was the last time you cried? When I found out my cousin was going to be a paraplegic for the rest of his life 83. Who is your favorite YouTuber? No idea too many to name 84. Do you like to take selfies? eh not really 85. What is your favorite app? Pinterest 86. What is your relationship with your parent(s) like? Mom has passed but we were really close and my dad has issues so visits are limited. 87. What is your favorite foreign accent? A cross between Scottish and English 88. What is a place that you’ve never been to, but you want to visit? New Zealand 89. What is your favorite number? 11 90. Can you juggle? No lol 91. Are you religious? No, I am an Atheist 92. Do you find outer space of the deep ocean to be more interesting? Terrifying and exciting at the same time. 93. Do you consider yourself to be a daredevil? No 94. Are you allergic to anything? Penicillin 95. Can you curl your tongue? yus 96. Can you wiggle your ears? That would be a no 97. How often do you admit that you were wrong about something? Right, until proven wrong. 98. Do you prefer the forest or the beach? forest 99. What is your favorite piece of advice that anyone has ever given you? “It isn't the falling down in life, its staying down that damns you” 100. Are you a good liar? In person No 101. What is your Hogwarts House? Ravenclaw 102. Do you talk to yourself? Yes 103. Are you an introvert or an extrovert? Omnivert 104. Do you keep a journal/diary? No 105. Do you believe in second chances? Really situationally 106. If you found a wallet full of money on the ground, what would you do? Depends where I was but turn it in somewhere safe 107. Do you believe that people are capable of change? Yes, but it seems to be rare 108. Are you ticklish? somtimes in certain places 109. Have you ever been on a plane? Yes 110. Do you have any piercings? Ears Gauge 00, Right nostril...wanting to get my left nostril done too. 111. What fictional character do you wish was real? Cthulhu -evil grin- 112. Do you have any tattoos? Yes 113. What is the best decision that you’ve made in your life so far? Going back to school 114. Do you believe in karma? No 115. Do you wear glasses or contacts? Contacts 116. Do you want children? Someday 117. Who is the smartest person you know? My husband 118. What is your most embarrassing memory? I can only pick one? 119. Have you ever pulled an all-nighter? yes, more than once 120. What color are most of you clothes? black 121. Do you like adventures? LOVE 122. Have you ever been on TV? Yes, cable tv show, when I was 5 or 6 reading Green Eggs and Ham, with Dr suess 123. How old are you? 31 124. What is your favorite movie quote? “You have no power over me” 125. Do you prefer sweet or savory foods? savory

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ddaengsopemin · 6 years

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All That Was Lost

2- The Meeting

Pairing: Reader x Taehyung x Namjoon x Jimin

Genre: Vampire!AU (Angst, Major Violence & blood mention)

Word Count: 4.8k

A/N: Thank you all for waiting patiently for this...I know it took me awhile to write it and get it out. BIG THANK YOU to @herspilledink for beta reading, and helping me out with this (:

You felt the light brushes of fingertips on your arms, your eyes fluttered open to the feeling of taut muscle under your head and you realized you were laying in Jimin’s lap. He hadn’t noticed you had woken up as you stared up at him from your place on his lap. His head was resting on his fist against the car window as he watched the city fly by him. He was mindlessly rubbing your arm in an effort to calm you of the stresses from the past day.

You shuffled into a sitting position as you offered Jimin a light smile. He broke out into a full giggle at the red mark on your face from where the creases in his jeans were.

“That’s a good look, I must say.” He said in between giggles. You stuck your tongue out at him and turned your back to face the other direction.

“Come on, Y/N. I’m just teasing.” He said as he pulled you closer so you were resting on his chest with his arms wound tightly around your waist.

Namjoon cleared his throat from the driver’s seat and you sighed as you looked towards him.

“We are...uh....almost there.” He hesitated. “Did you...have a good rest?”

“Yes. I slept fine.” You said with little to no emotion in your voice. You knew that you were being childish by being so short with him, but you couldn’t help the inkling of aversion towards the man that crept through your veins. Your trust towards Jimin and your curiosity of what your previous life was like were more than enough to keep you rooted in the back seat of his car.

“That’s good.” He almost whispered.

The car pulled to a stop after what felt like forever of driving down a dirt road. You could hear nothing of the city life that you were used to being surrounded by. Instead, you were surrounded by trees, the sounds of grasshoppers, and the cracks of branches from the forest animals nearby. Hopping out of the car, you followed Jimin to the trunk of the car to retrieve your bags.

“I’ve got these, Doll. Don’t worry your pretty little head.” Jimin winked as you scoffed at his choice in pet names.

“Out of all of us, I am the youngest, therefore the strongest, Doll.” You snapped back with a sinister smile. “You know what, if you’re so tough then you can carry me AND the bags”

“Wha…” Was all Jimin could get out before you ran around him in the blink of an eye and hopped on his back. He threw you up to put you in a more comfortable position as he made his way to follow Namjoon into the forest. You both were in a fit of giggles by the time you reached Namjoon at the edge of a long, dark pathway.

“There’s a small hut right up this path,” Namjoon grumbled.

“The stars sure are pretty out here, Jiminie. Tell Tae to move us out here instead of the crowded stinky city…” You said.

“If your big head wasn’t in the way, I could see them and you know you could never live without your daily dose of star crack…” He teased. You rested your chin on top of his head as he trudged down the pathway, paying no mind to the insults he just hurdled your way.

“Bloodsuckers don’t even need the stuff...I don’t understand why you would spend the money on it…” Namjoon murmured, breaking the comfortable silence that had fallen between the three of you.

“You ever thought I might like the taste?” You quipped. “Being a bloodsucker doesn’t mean I want the rusty taste of blood in my mouth all day every day. Why are you so fucking grumpy anyways?”

Namjoon skidded to a halt, his quick pace beating Jimin’s slow and lazy one. He whipped around, anger plastered on every crevice of his face.

“Maybe because you’re MY fiance and you shouldn’t be sleeping on, cuddling with, and on the back of another man let alone this leech.” He snarled the last word as if Jimin were the most disgusting being on planet earth.

You jumped off Jimin’s back and stomped towards Namjoon. You swear steam was coming out of your ears. Before you could realize what was happening, Jimin was in front of you.

“Listen here…” He started.

“Jimin!” You growled and pushed him out of the way. “This isn’t your fight.” You said in a calmer tone, low enough for only him to hear. You turned your attention back to the fuming Namjoon. His fists balled at his sides as if he were ready to pounce on Jimin the second he got the chance.

As if he could even stand a chance against Jimin... You laughed to yourself.

“Number one.” You began, lifting your pointer finger towards the sky. “If you ever insult my kind, let alone my best friend, again I will break every one of your fucking teeth.” You smiled a wicked smile as Namjoon’s eyes darted between you and Jimin.

“Number two. I don’t remember much about my previous life. So excuse the hell out of me if I am not doting on you the second you whisk us away to a place we don’t even know…” You sauntered past him with a certain pop in your step, proud that you had stuck up for yourself and Jimin.

Jimin chuckled as he walked closer to Namjoon. “She’s feisty...You better heed her words. I wouldn’t want to be you when she follows through with her threats…” He patted Namjoon’s back as he followed you down the path.

After what seemed like a mile you finally made it to the modest hut placed between a space where the trees graciously lent their land. The hut was small but warm. You could see puffs of smoke coming from the chimney and you silently wondered who was there to stoke the fire and keep it alive. You ran your hands along the stones that made the outside walls of the hut. The hairs on the back of your neck stood up as you did, and you couldn’t shake the feeling of something, you couldn’t remember what, familiar about this place.

Jimin was the second to reach the hut, with Namjoon trailing behind him. Jimin tossed your bags off of his shoulders as he let out a low whistle from next to you.

“What a place, huh? This could put Taehyung’s whole building to shame.” He smiled a half smile. You nudged him with your shoulder at his lame attempt at a joke.

“Shut up, it’s cozy.” You said. You pushed your earlier thoughts to the back of your mind, not wanting to worry Jimin or cause any more trouble between the men.

“Yeah, yeah.” He rolled his eyes.

Namjoon walked up the stairs and unlocked the door, pushing it open to reveal a lavish living room with a fireplace burning brightly to up against the right wall. From the outside, it looks like a small and shabby hut someone threw together. The inside was a whole different story.

Around the fireplace was a huge sectional that looked like it could fit ten people. You plopped yourself down on it and kicked your feet up on the glass coffee table as soon as you walked in. You were face to face with a flat-screen TV, a playstation, and Xbox with various games perched on the mantle underneath. As your eyes roamed the interior of what would be your living space for who knows how long, you shot up and began running around looking at everything from the kitchen cabinets to the inside of the refrigerator. The paintings lining the walls, to the hallway that stretched back to the back of the hut, where the rooms and bathrooms doors were lined to your left and right. Everything was decorated to a tee, and you couldn’t fathom that the small hut you saw outside, was the same one you were now experiencing inside.

“Where are our rooms?” You questioned.

“Yours is the third one to your right.” You jumped, as you were not expecting Namjoon to be so close to you. His breath fanning across the back of your neck, and for the second time that night your hairs were standing on end.

“And Jimin’s?” You took a step back, raising your eyebrows at him.

“Across the hallway from yours.” He pointed.

You made your way towards your room as Jimin followed, making his way around Namjoon in the tight hallway. Pushing open the door you gasped at the lush bed that looked like it was made of clouds. Everything was decorated with a mixture of dark grays and whites, and the lights on the polished white nightstand were set to the lowest setting. Enough to light the room, but not enough to where it was uncomfortable. There were four bed posts that stood almost as tall as the ceiling covered in a sheer fabric, with small white lights wrapped around them. You sat down on the bed as Jimin set your bags down next to the dresser that appropriately matched the bedside tables. He watched you with adoration in his eyes as you ghosted your fingers along the comforter that stretched across the king-sized bed.

“I will see you in the morning.” He whispered as he walked closer to you, placing a small kiss on the top of your head.

“Okay. Goodnight.” You smiled up at him. Watching as he left the room before your sprawled yourself from corner to corner across the bed. You closed your eyes and let your mind wander, slowly breathing deeply through your nose. It was uncomfortable to be in an unfamiliar place, but knowing Jimin was right across the hallway made you feel a little bit better.

Your thoughts floated to Taehyung. You wondered if he missed you, or even noticed that you were gone. He wasn’t in his office where he usually was at the time that you and Jimin made your hasty leave, but you left a note on his desk telling him where you and Jimin had gone. Ever since your life as a vampire had begun, you became more cautious of the moves that you made and the people you hung around. Always worrying if others would find out who, or what, you were. Causing you to hole yourself up in the building you all lived in. The times that you left the building, you always told Taehyung where you were going and brought Jimin with you. If he couldn’t come you let him know where you were every stop you made. As much as you resented Taehyung, you knew he was the one that kept you safe and gave you everything you ever wanted. Except for his affection and any semblance of a minute of his day…

With your thoughts quickly turning sour you grunted and pushed yourself off of the bed. You opened your eyes to see Namjoon sitting in a chair in the corner of your room. Startled, you pushed yourself on the balls of your feet and growled in his direction. If he was surprised at the speed in which you moved, he hid it very well.

“Calm down, it is just me.” He hushed.

“How long were you sitting there watching me like a creep?” You said as you rolled back to sit comfortably back on the bed.

“A few minutes...not too long. I just figured you had a lot of questions for me, but I didn’t want to disturb your thoughts.” He mused.

“Well, you could have at least cleared your throat or something…” You shot a pointed glare in his direction. “Anyways.” You changed your posture to sit up straight, facing him head on as any professional woman getting down to business would.

“Where are my parents? No, no, no. Who are my parents?” You began.

“Dead. Their names were Vanessa and Shawn.” He stated blankly.

“O...kay...How did they die?”

“Well, much like you. Except you come out of it unharmed if you can even say unharmed.” He murmured the last part, if you weren’t trying to come to grips with the information he just laid before you, you would have hurled insults in his direction before he could blink. Instead, shock was coursing through you. You couldn’t understand how the news of people you couldn’t even remember could affect you in this way, but your subconscious remembered them even if the forefront of your mind couldn’t. He patiently waited for you to come back down to earth as he quietly stared out the window.

“Why do you hate Jimin and Taehyung so much?” This question took him by surprise. He couldn’t even try to hide it.

“I thought that answer would have been obvious, Y/N.” He turned his attention back towards you. “They took everything that was supposed to be mine away from me. They took you. You. Were. Mine. I had you right in the palm of my hand…” He stood up from his chair and began pacing back and forth in front of your bed. Your eyes moving from where he stood to your door, waiting for your chance to get the hell out of there.

“Nevermind…” He sighed. Pressing the bridge of his nose between his fingers. “We can continue our talk later…” With that, he was out of your room.

You curled yourself up into a ball, not knowing what to believe. Jimin and Taehyung couldn’t be the men Namjoon made them out to be...could they? Your eyes slowly started to close, and before you knew it you were fast asleep.

Your eyes cracked open to the clock on the nightstand blaring the red numbers of 3:15 AM into your sensitive eyes. You rubbed them as you sat up in your bed looking around. Your stomach growled loudly as you wrapped your arms around yourself, swinging your legs over the bed and padding out of your room.

Opening the refrigerator door, you grimace at the many foods filling the shelves. You tried to remember the last time you had fed, but seeing as Namjoon distracted you from fulfilling your cravings...This food would have to hold you over and keep you the slightest bit sane until Jimin woke up and you could go hunting. You plop yourself down on the sofa and begin flipping through the channels, munching on strawberries as you tried to find something, anything, to watch while you waited.

When you couldn’t find anything, you figured you would entertain yourself by trying to maneuver through one of the video games. As you were switching inputs to get to your desired screen, you came across what looked to be video surveillance of a room that you didn’t recognize as one of the many you wandered through earlier. The picture was black and white, but what you saw once you focused on the screen had you bolting closer, sending the plate of fruit crashing to the floor in your haste.

A black head of ruffled hair chained to a wall by his wrists and ankles, you could see tatters of the white button-down shirt you remembered Jimin wearing as a liquid you can only assume was bloodstained what remained.

“Jimin! Oh my god, Jimin...Where are you?” You screamed as you raked your nails across the screen, sparks, and wires sticking out in their wake.

“It looks like our princess has stumbled across something she wasn’t supposed to see…” A voice sounded from behind you, way too close for comfort.

Before you could turn around to confront the unknown voice a shackle was placed around your neck, searing the skin underneath it.

“Whelp, let’s go!” A blonde haired man chirped as he yanked on the chain connecting to the collar. You tried as hard as you possibly could to resist the man towing you down into a hidden panel in the floor of the hallway you failed to notice in your first cross of the hut. If you pulled back, the collar felt like it could literally burn right through your neck. Your fingers were wounded and bleeding from you trying to pull it apart.

Once you reached the bottom of the stairs, that you had pretty much tripped all the way down, you were thrown on the ground in front of Jimin.

“Y/N…” He groaned. “Y/N no...what are you doing here…”

“Jimin. Shh. It’s okay, I am here.” You tried to calm him the best that you could, once you were able to stand in front of him. Cradling his head in your hands. As you looked around you saw he was chained to the same metal that was currently around your neck. His wrists and ankles painfully red and bleeding.

“I think that is quite enough” A voice, that you could only recognize as Namjoon’s, chuckled from behind you. He yanked on the chain hard enough for you to collide with the floor. As if your arms and legs were made of springs, you jumped up and tried to make your way back to Jimin. Clawing the cement ground when you were once again dragged back down.

Namjoon pulled you up against the wall, shackling your wrists and ankles exactly as Jimin was on the other side of the dimly lit basement.

“Now, Y/N.” Namjoon began. “Yoongi and I were just about to begin playing a little game…”

The man who dragged you down to his hell hole smiled the most wicked smile you had seen on anyone in your entire life.

“Let him go!” You screamed. “Please, I will do anything…” You said with a little less force.

“As tempting as that sounds, Doll, I don’t think that will happen any time soon.” Namjoon smiled, the nickname sounding like venom as it rolled off his tongue.

Your eyes widened to the size of saucers as you watched Yoongi cross the room, whistling, twirling a knife between his fingers.

“NO!” You screeched right as Yoongi wiggled his eyebrows at you before spinning around and launching the knife at Jimin, landing right on his thigh as he howled out in pain.

Namjoon chuckled as he walked towards you. “You see, Y/N, the night we reunited was not just by mere coincidence...I knew where you were for a very long time. Probably since the beginning. I just had to wait for my time to strike.”

You glared at him as intimidating as you could, but you didn’t dare say anything. You hoped he would continue talking, and turn his attention towards you, keeping him away from Jimin. Your plan seemed to work, for the time being.

“I know you, and I know your parents. Obviously, but I’m sure you’re asking yourself ‘How?’ well, I will answer that question in a moment…” He said, turning on his heel pulling another knife from his back pocket, launching it straight into Jimin’s right upper arm. Jimin was biting his lip raw, trying to prevent you from hearing exactly how much pain he was in.

“Jimin…” You whispered defeated. “Stop...I’m begging you...Please stop…”

“Oh...We will. Once he stops moving.” Yoongi said from the corner, he sounded much farther away than he actually was but your clouded brain was teetering on the edge of insanity.

Jimin’s head hung low as the blood began to flow out of his body, pooling on the ground. “Namjoon….Namjoon stop…. I will stay with you. Just leave him alone” You pleaded, looking back and forth between him and Yoongi.

Namjoon clicked his tongue as he turned back towards you, pinching your face between his fingers. His jaw set in a grimace.

“What is funny, is I don’t want you to stay with me. I want you gone. It should be obvious by now, but I guess I will have to explain it to you since your rotted leech brain can’t comprehend.” He laughed as he tapped his finger against your temple.

You didn’t have it in you to fire back, you couldn’t look anywhere but Jimin’s slumping form.

“I am not your fiance, Y/N. It is true that your parents are dead, but I was never able to tell you how they died…” He smiled a wicked grin turning back to face Jimin.

“You see,” He continued. “Your parents were the cause of the demise of mine…My mom was a parasite just like the two of you...My dad was a human.” He was eyeing Jimin as he began to lose consciousness.

“Yoongi, I think we need to wake him up a bit, don’t you?” He looked out of the corner of his eye towards the man standing in the corner, mindlessly biting his fingernails. He pushed himself off the wall and made his way towards Jimin.

Yoongi reaching Jimin was when absolute panic wracked your body. You almost forgot about the searing pain in your wrists and ankles as you thrashed against them. Yoongi placed his hands on the handles of both knives stuck in Jimin’s body, harshly twisting until Jimin sprung back to life. Screaming in agony as the blonde haired man in front of him laughed viciously.

“YOONGI. I swear when I get down from here I will rip every hair off your head, one by one.” You threatened, eyes blazing and spit flying out of your mouth as you tried to tear yourself off the wall to reach the pair.

Namjoon chuckled as he watched the scene taking place before him. “Don’t worry, dear. Your turn will come soon...Now, where were we.”

Just as he finished his last word you heard a loud crash from upstairs. Namjoon and Yoongi’s heads snapped towards the sound.

“Yoongi, Go,” Namjoon ordered as the shorter man ran up the stairs towards the sound.

“JIMIN, Y/N.” A voice howled from the direction Yoongi ran.

“Taehyung…” Jimin groaned. “Taehyung...help…us...” Namjoon’s eyes widened in panic as he saw Taehyung’s feet quickly descending the stairs into the basement. He moved towards Jimin, ripping the knives from his body and crouching down on the ground. Ready to face the vampire when he arrived.

“WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING?” Taehyung screamed as he raced towards Jimin.

Namjoon realized he had a chance to escape the older, more powerful vampire, and darted out of the room towards the stairs. Quickly grabbing Yoongi from where he lay on the floor, dragging him out of the hut.

“NAMJOON, get back here!” You howled as you once again struggled against your shackles.

“Don’t worry about him…We will catch up to them. We need to take care of Jimin first...” Taehyung soothed as he moved towards Jimin.

“No, no. I’m fine. Get her first.” Jimin sighed through drooping eyes.

“Don’t be stupid.” Taehyung quietly scolded him as he pulled Jimin from his restraints. Wincing when his fingers made contact with the metal for too long.

Taehyung carefully laid the injured man down on the ground, moving to release you.

“Hurry Tae...We have to get him out of here.” Taehyung made quick work of your restraints, once your feet met the floor you took off towards Jimin. Tears beginning to freely fall from your eyes.

You cradled Jimin’s head in your lap as you brushed his hair back from his face.

“It’s okay now, Jimin...We will get you home…” Jimin nodded as he finally succumbed to the arms wrapping around his consciousness, pulling him down into darkness.

You helped Taehyung get Jimin onto his back and hurriedly made your way out of the hut. Without having to keep pace with Namjoon, you were down the dirt trail in no time.

You laid Jimin down in the back seat while Taehyung hung a bag of blood from the handles in the car, securing the IV into Jimin’s arm. You took your place in the front seat as Taehyung brought the car to life, and pulled out onto the highway. Speeding back towards the home you all shared.

You had your head leaned back against the headrest, trying to calm your worries about the moaning man in the back seat.

“He will be okay.” Taehyung soothed as he placed a calming hand on your knee.

“Why was he after us?” You questioned. Not turning your head from facing the window.

“He wasn’t after Jimin, he was after you.” As if sensing, of course, you would begin blaming yourself, he continued.

“Jimin just got caught up in this, and I know he would have done it all over again if he could have kept the same thing from happening to you. If only I could have gotten there sooner. I’m sorry, to both of you, for that.” He said. Not taking his eyes off of the road ahead.

“Namjoon and Yoongi are brothers. Their mother was one of us, the father was not. Namjoon took after their dad, and Yoongi their mom.” Taehyung was releasing all the information you wanted but didn’t have the energy to ask for.

“Namjoon and his father always thought lowly of our kind. Why he married one, I will never know. Your parents were in a similar situation, but there was always love surrounding your family. You had a brother, he was also of our kind” He began his next sentence. You snapped your head towards him.

“Wh..what?” You questioned. He squeezed your knee to keep you from continuing.

“Let me finish, Y/N.” He sighed. You could tell by the look in his eyes he telling you this story was hurting him, but it was information you needed to know.

“Namjoon and Yoongi’s father didn’t agree with the unwavering love your Mother gave to you, your brother, and your Father. When their father tried to convince your mother to ‘see the light’ so to speak, your father lost his cool and bared his fangs at their father…The whole ordeal turned into a bloodbath from there.”

“Basically...His mother was jealous and lunged at your father’s throat. Your brother tried to intervene, and she ended up killing him instead of your father. Your mother was screaming on the ground, but she didn’t have any hope of stopping your father from ripping their parents to shreds. Unfortunately, Namjoon and Yoongi were hiding around the corner of the house and saw everything. That is where their thirst for revenge began.”

“And...what happened to my mom?” You asked, tears once again springing from behind your closed lids.

Taehyung sighed but continued anyway. “She was asleep in your home, that hut we just left, when they tortured and murdered her similar to what they were doing to Jimin. I had been tailing them for awhile, as the police I guess you could call them, had asked me to do. Similar to this time, they lost me, and I couldn’t save your mother. Her last words were for me to protect you when you came back from university...I couldn’t bring myself to tell you what had happened, so I made myself out to be the bad guy instead...Which is when we met. I am so sorry for that, Y/N. I really and truly am. I have felt so much guilt, and for a reason, I cannot place, anger towards you. The only way I felt I could keep you safe from Namjoon and Yoongi was changing you...but once I did it, I couldn’t cope. I shouldn’t have left you in that alley, and I am so thankful to Jimin for always cleaning up after me.” He looked towards the back seat with an adoring look towards his best friend.

“I forgive you.” You managed to squeak out before full on bursting into sobs. They wracked your entire body, and you felt like your world was crashing down around you. Taehyung was quiet as he softly rubbed your thigh, eventually letting you cry yourself to sleep. Your hand wrapped around his.

When you awoke, you were in your bed. Safe in your room. A new set of hands encompassed yours as Jimin waited for you to completely wake up. Wide-eyed, you took Jimin in.

He was bandaged up, but other than that he looked refreshed and unharmed. He offered you a lopsided smile, changing into a giggle when you lunged towards him, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Jimin!! I am so glad you are okay.” You sniffled as he combed his fingers through the back of your hair.

“I am fine, Y/N. You don’t need to worry. Tae fixed me up in no time.” He laughed. “Now, we have some work to do.”

“And that is…?” You pulled back to look him in the eyes.

“Find Namjoon and Yoongi.” He smiled a sinister smile, fire burning in his irises.

“Let’s go.” You replied simply.

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Part Two: The Secret Life of the Rich and Famous. (The French Mistake S06E15)

Episode Summary: Sam, Dean and the reader find themselves in an alternate reality where everyone believes they are actors who star in the show, “Supernatural” about two brothers and their best friend who hunt monsters. Things only grow worse when the relationships between old enemies and friends become distorted in ways unimaginable. Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader Word Count: 5,371.

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*Y/F/N = Your “French Mistake” First Name *Y/F/L/N = Your “French Mistake” Last Name

Dead sea brine, blood of lamb and the bone of a lesser saint. The three ingredients you needed to get you back home. Mix the sea bribe and pour about a mason jar size full of blood together in a bowl and crush the bone. The last step was the easiest. All you needed to do was find a window, paint the same sigil Balthazar and jump back into the universe where you were known as Y/N Y/LN. In retrospect it all sounded so easy. Was anything ever for you and the boys? No, it wasn’t.

You suggested getting the hell out of here and finding some place to lay low until you had a secure way of getting these precious ingredients. The boys had other ideas. They outnumbered you with the ingenious plan of going back to the scene of the crime. Surely a TV set was going to have real lamb’s blood and a human bone just lying around the place. You stood next to the broken window and watched as the boys rifled through drawers and overturned all sorts of objects. Dean was finding it hard to find that box of dead sea brine. Sam found success when he opened up the top drawer to Bobby’s desk and pulled out the same baggie Balthazar has searched for.

“Backbone of a lesser saint. Told you...uh,” Sam was about to speak the words of victory at what he was able to find. He lifted up to take a closer inspection at what he found. You crossed your arms over your chest and raised your brow. Quick as that smile grew on his face, the quicker it fell when he squeezed the supposed bone. "It’s plastic.”

“Check this out.” Dean found what looked to be a dagger and held it up for you and Sam to inspect. He bent the blade back and forth. It was easy because it was plastic. You found yourself smiling when Dean grabbed another knife, and without Sam suspecting it, he jabbed his brother with it. Sam flinched slightly, thinking it was the real thing. It wasn't, of course. "It's fake. It's all fake!"

“No. Don't listen to me. What do I know?" You mocked the two of them. Your lips stretched wider into a smirk as the both of them went to look in your direction with annoyance. “Obviously more than you. Now, you idiots want to do this right or not? Let’s get the hell out of here.”

"Of course, everything is fake. We're on a film set." Sam said. You and the boys headed out of the set and back to the lot where you spotted all those Impalas. They looked real enough to work when you gave the suggestion of stealing one of them and riding off the lot. Nobody would question if a couple of actors wanted to take it for a spin. "We gotta get back to the real world."

You and the boys got into the Impala like old times. The car seemed real enough and functioning just fine with the keys conveniently left in the ignition. When Dean turned it on, the familiar purr of Baby's engine roared to life and the wipers worked just fine when they began to take off the layer of dirt caked on. What possible reason would Baby be covered in this kind of filth? You didn't question it farther than that or cared when you started moving.

“All right, we go round up the genuine supplies, bring them here for the spell.” You said. Things were almost looking up...until the car started acting up. The Impala was barely round a corner and driving less than a minute before things started to happen. Dean couldn't accelerate past five minutes an hour and the gears started to squeak slightly and groan. “What the hell is going on? What is wrong with this thing?”

“Mr. Ackles, please. Mr. Ackles, stop.”

You turned your head to the left side of the Impala when you heard knocking on the driver's side window. Someone's gloved hand wiped away the dirt so they could peer inside to see what all of you were doing. You saw a kid that looked no older than twenty frantically jogging to the speed the Impala was going. He must have been a crewmember trying to keep his job. You winced in embarrassment from what you had just done.

“Dean,” Sam broke the news to his brother. “It’s not the Impala.”

“You think? It’s a freaking prop. Just like everything else. Nice work, Nancy Drew.” Dean said. He threw his hands up in the air in frustration before slamming them down on the wheel. Your plan turned out to be a dud just like theirs. Dean shut off the engine and stepped foot out to be greeted by the kid, who was nervously mumbling thank you’s. The oldest Winchester wasn’t in the mood. If he was this supposed Jensen Ackles, star of this stupid show, he had a house. Which meant all of you could lay low there. “How the hell are we supposed to get out of here?”

The kid nervously smiled. He escorted you across the backlot where the three of you would be able to get off the set, properly. It was a matter of time until you were sitting in the backseat of the company car, squeezed between both boys after you insisted that you would be more than happy to carpool with them. Eco friendly was your excuse, a few crewmembers gave you a bit of a surprised look from what they saw. The backseat was rather roomy enough for the three of you. You could at least let out a slight sigh of relief from getting the hell out of that place.

“You know whereabouts you want to drop you off?” The driver asked from the front seat. You and the boys quickly stopped your whispered conversation and fell silent. “Jensen?”

“Me? Yes. Uh…” Dean found himself responding when you elbowed him in the ribcage when he was being addressed by his supposed real name. He tried to think of an answer when he looked over at his brother. “I—I’ll just tag along with, uh...Jared here.”

“Since when are you guys talking?” The driver asked, you furrowed your brow slightly from his question. You heard that a few times by passing, but it was the first time someone asked you up front.

“Yeah, you know what, Clint?” Sam spoke up. The driver corrected the younger Winchester by saying his name was Clif. You didn’t really care what his name was. “Yeah. Yeah, of course. Clif, obviously. So I think we’re gonna go back to my place...and uh, do some work.”

"Work on our acting. For our characters. For the show." Dean added. You shook your head from how much Dean was talking. Clif chuckled and seemed to believe the lie before focusing back onto driving. Dean looked out the window to see all of you were driving down a busy highway in the city. He asked where about all of you were, but he found his answer when he saw a Vancouver sign pass by. He sank back into his seat when he realized. "Dude, we're not even in America."

You turned your head to look at the older Winchester with a look of disbelief. “You honestly think that’s the worst of it?”

+ + +

It was a short car ride until you and the boys were escorted to this supposed Jared Padalecki household. But to say that it was any other house would have been an understatement of the century. The three of you were stepping into a freaking mansion. At least three sizes bigger than your own home back in your universe. It seemed being on a not so popular TV show sure brought in the big bucks. You stepped inside the place with the boys leading the way. Each of you were taken back when you realized this all belonged to Sam—or Mr. Padalecki. And it was all of his to enjoy. You suddenly began to wonder what kind of place you called home.

“Nice modest digs, Jay-Z.” Dean remarked.

The first level of the house was nothing short of something out of an interior magazine for the rich and famous. High ceilings with dark wood paneling and floorboards that were so clean, it showed off your reflection. Along with furniture that was sleek and rather expensive looking. You were impressed, that was for sure. “Wow.” Sam gawked. “I must be the star of this thing.”

"Yeah, you wish." You said. You wandered further into the mansion and examined all sorts of expensive and impressive looking things that decorated the place. While most of the stuff were paintings or useless knick knacks that served nothing more than to fill empty space, you found yourself a little baffled at what laid across the room. “Check it out.”

"What am I," Sam was taken back at the sight of something that looked like an oversized and gray coffin. You stepped forward to take a closer look at it when you realized what it might be. "Dracula?"

You bent down and opened up the top to the thing to inspect it further, the boys discovered that it wasn’t a coffin, but in fact a tanning bed. You looked over at Sam when you started to chuckle at what you found. "George Hamilton Dracula." You said, shutting the top. “I hope Jared realizes how bad tanning is for your skin.”

"He sure knows how to stock a bar. Now we're talking." Dean said. It didn't take him long to discover an entire liquor cabinet stocked with all sorts of wine and whiskey calling his name. Dean walked over and happily began to fix himself a drink. You crossed your arms over your chest and continued looking around the place. All of a sudden, the three of you abruptly stopped what you were doing when you heard a yelping that sounded like it was an animal of some sort. Dean went to the door and peered outside to see what it was. “Dude, you have a camel in your backyard.”

“It’s an alpaca, dumbass.” You and the boys heard another voice come out of nowhere and corrected the older Winchester. You quickly looked over your shoulder and to the balcony on the second floor to see a face you hadn't seen in what felt like years. Dean mumbled the woman’s name with a bit of surprised at who he saw in the flesh. He had killed her after what she did to all of you. Now she headed down the stairs, live and in the flesh, dressed like she was ready for a night out on the town. “Right. Cause that one never gets old. How was work today, hon?”

Sam didn’t know what to say. He watched as the woman he’d known as Rudy, demon who had turned his life upside down and released Lucifer from the cage. The one who was stabbed by his brother and left for dead in that church. She approached him and gave him a kiss on the lips. You slowly looked away from the woman to see there was Andy Warhol inspired artwork on the walls of not only Sam's face, but Ruby's face as well. You felt your lips stretch into a small smile from what was going on. Part out of slight fear from what you were finding more out about this universe, another part from finding this situation a little funny.

“Wait,” Dean couldn’t wrap his mind around the idea that his little brother and the actress who played Ruby were together. She didn’t look all that amused. “You and Ruby?”

“Do you honestly think that’s funny, Jensen?” She asked. It seemed this wasn’t the first time she heard this joke about being accidentally, or purposefully, being called by her character’s name from the look on her face. You gave her a smile when she looked in your direction.

“Right. Because you’re not Ruby. You...I mean, how could you be? You...of course, you are the lovely actress who plays Ruby. And you are in Jared’s house… because you two are…” Dean struggled to come up with a decent enough lie that sounded believable. He looked over to the mantle to see a picture of the beloved alpaca, along with a photograph of fake Ruby and Jared, happily embracing one another with a smile. You furrowed your brow when you saw she was in a wedding dress and Jared in a tux. "Married—You married fake Ruby?"

"What are you doing?" Fake Ruby asked. She obviously wasn’t believing a single word coming out of Dean’s mouth as she looked at the three of you with a bit of suspicion.

“Work.” Sam blurted out. “Work. Heh.”

“Yeah. Jensen and I wanted to stop in and say hey. Been a while since we've seen you." You spoke up. You rocked back and forth on your heels as you gave her a smile, attempting to pass off a decent lie before the boys could make even more of a complete fool out of themselves in front of her. "And maybe run some lines."

Fake Ruby raised her brow from your excuse, “You two have never even been to our house.”

"Well, now that we know there's an alpaca, we're definitely coming back." You said, nervously chuckling as you pointed a finger to the door. "Hell, I...I'll even bring Nate the next time around. You know, my fiancé. Sure he'd love seeing that thing."

“Well, alpacas are the greenest animal.” Fake Ruby said. Your lips stretched wider into a smile as you nodded your head from that useless fact you didn’t need to know. She pushed herself up to her feet as she took a seat on the arm of the leather couch. “Well, there’s that thing I have to get to. The International Otter Adoption charity dinner? Okay well,” She walked over to her husband and attempted to give him a farewell kiss for the evening. Fake Ruby found it a bit awkward when Sam tried his hardest to act normal as Dean averted his gaze while you tried to find interest in anything but the two of them. “Well, I’m glad you three are talking, anyway.”

The three of you watched as she began walking to the front door to attend her charity dinner, leaving you and the boys alone for the evening. You looked over at Sam with a small smile from what you just learned.

“You and Ruby, huh? Not bad.” You said. “I always thought you two were cute together.”

"Yeah." Sam mumbled. You could see the ends of his lips stretching into a smile, seeming happy himself at how lucky of a guy Jared was. Fancy mansion, beautiful wife. Not to mention, an alpaca as a pet. What more could a guy ask for? Sam's smile dimmed for a moment when he realized one crucial thing. "I should figure out her name."

+ + +

You and the boys found yourselves in the library part of the Padalecki mansion. Sam occupied the desk while you and Dean sat across from each other at the poker table. Searching the name of Jared’s wife was all too easy. Ruby 2.0 was played by a woman named Genevieve Cortese. Both of them were married last February. The internet was great for finding all sorts of useless information. While it was easy to find a name, what was presenting to be a challenge was trying to find a bone of a lesser saint. You weren't having any sort of luck after searching for almost an hour. It seemed it was gonna be trickier than you thought.

You let out a sigh and moved your eyes away from the laptop screen to give yourself a break Sam was diligently working at the desk, hard at work like usual. You looked away from him and to the photograph on the wall above him to see what it was. You furrowed your brow slightly to see that it was a portrait of him when he was a few years younger, dressed in a cowboy hat while riding a horse. You didn’t even want to know the origin of it. Or why someone would put that up in their study.

“‘Wrist bone of a saint and holy reliquary. Museum-quality from diocese in Oaxaca.’” Sam said. It seemed his luck was better than yours. He found exactly what all of you needed. “Seems legit.”

“All right. Auction house is in Mexico City. Could be there day after tomorrow.” Dean said. He was thinking back to his old ways as a hunter. Steal what you needed and get the job done. “We case it, yank it, be back here by the end of the week.”

“Or we could just by it.” Sam suggested.

“What?” You scoffed at his plan. You pushed yourself up to your feet to take a look at this bone. You read the price tag and let out a low whistle from how much it was. “Dude, that thing is over a hundred thousand dollars. It cost more than my house—” You were cut off when you saw Sam pull out a credit card with the shining words of platinum membership. Your lips stretched into a smirk when you realized that all of you were supposed to be actors. Rich actors. “Hello, Jared Padalecki.”

You and Sam got to work with getting ahold of the bone. It took a few phone calls and your knowledge of basic Spanish to get ahold of the artifact. Dean to work on some other things you might need when he found his wallet had turned into all cards that were waiting to be spent.

"Triple rush? No problemo because money is no—" Dean grinned as he punched in the numbers of one Jensen Ackles' credit card into the information. He hit the enter button and waited to be greeted with the news of his package being processed and delivered. Only that never happened. A small window popped up, informing him that his transaction had been declined. Dean chucked the card over his shoulder and fetched out another. "This baby is maxed."

"Wow." You mumbled. You ended the call and put the phone back on the hook. You stood there for a moment with a grin, feeling a little bit of an adrenaline rush from what you just did. You and Sam had just spent a hundred grand, just like that. No stealing, no long car rides. "They said it should be at the airport first thing in the morning."

"Money, sweetheart." Dean said with a smile of his own. "There is nothing like it."

So far, so good. You began walking back to the table where the laptop was so you could do some research for your own enjoyment. Before you even got the chance to sit down, you heard the sound of phone going off and a vibration in your back pocket. You furrowed your brow and pulled out your phone from your pocket. You were expecting to see the same burner phone you'd been carrying around for months now. Instead it was a nifty looking, very expensive touch screen phones. You saw the contact name was "Future Hubby" with a familiar smiling face lighting up the screen.

"Crap." You muttered underneath your breath. Dean glanced up from the laptop after he finished completing his purchase to see you suddenly looked like a deer in headlights. You contemplated on letting it go to voicemail or answer it. You weren't yourself. You inhaled a deep breath and pressed the green button on the screen. "H-Hello?"

"Well, I guess I should've taken the hint. Surprise birthdays aren't your thing." You were greeted with the slightly familiar accent of Nate, your supposed fiancé, the actor who played Josh, from over the line. You furrowed your brow slightly from how he lead the conversation with. You stayed silent for a moment longer, unsure of what to say. "I know it was Macie who tipped you off. I'm sorry, okay? Please don't give me the silent treatment, Y/F/N."

"Uh, it’s okay?” You spoke again with something that sounded right for this situation. You shrugged your shoulders when the boys looked at you with slight confusion, wondering what the conversation was about. You heard Nate let out a sigh from the other line. A second later, he asked where you were. "I'm spending some time at Jared's house with Jensen. You know, my coworkers."

“You three have never spoken a single word to each other for long as I've known you." Nate said. You heard it again, this supposed relationship with your coworkers seemed rocky. "Well, I hope you're having fun. What time are you coming home? It's getting late. And you know you have to be at the studio early tomorrow."

“Right. ‘Cause I’m an actor. And that’s what we do.” You mumbled underneath your breath. It sounded sarcastic and snarky to you, like someone who hated their job. That's how Nate took it.

"I know you don't like this season. And I know you’re still angry about having to turn down that role because the show got picked up for another season. But you're luckier than most actors to have a job for this long. And you did enjoy the show at one point.” Nate said. “Look, why don’t I come pick you up? It’s been a long day.. Nothing a long bath and a good night’s rest can’t fix for tomorrow’s trouble.”

“No, no.” You said, trying to back out of his suggestion. All of you were so close to getting the hell out of here. What you needed was to stay put for the night before going back to your own universe. “That’s okay—“

Before you could try and change his mind, you heard defeat from the dial tone, signaling the end of the conversation. You cursed underneath your breath and shoved the phone back in your pocket. Guess it was time to do a little acting of your own.

+ + +

You had never felt out of place than you did right now. You sat in the passenger side of the car that supposedly belonged to you, Nate in the driver's side as the both of you drove down the highway with the radio quietly playing. You smiled when he spoke to you and tried to give answers that sounded right. So far the only things that Nate asked you about was work. You looked out the window and watched the city of Vancouver come closer in your direction. In the matter of minutes, you and him were pulling up to a large building. You noticed that it was an apartment building, doorman and marbled lobby included.

“Wait,” You stopped Nate from unbuckling his seatbelt and getting out of the car when you pointed to the building he parked in front of. “Is this where we live?”

"Yeah. For the past three years. Top floor. You insisted on us buying it when you saw the view of the city. And you wanted to be close to work. Since you loved your job at one point." Nate said. His lips stretched into a smile from how you were acting. "Also the house in the Hamptons, the house in L.A. and my flat in London. Also that little place in New York we were thinking about buying after the wedding’s over.”

You could feel your lips stretching into a smile at what you were being told. A sweet penthouse on the top floor, a few other properties and a sweet car like this? Jared Padalecki must have got nothing on you. The both of you stepped out of the car and headed to the revolving door. The doorman smiled and greeted you as Y/F/N when you passed by. You reminded yourself to smile and went on your way. You stepped into the elevator and watched as Nate pushed the button for the top floor and then inserted a key. You pulled out your phone went you felt it go off again.

How’s the high life treating Y/F/N Y/F/L/N?

You felt your lips stretched into a smile when you saw that it was a text from Dean, even though the contact said it was Jensen. Amazing. Someone’s got a top floor penthouse, house in the Hampton's AND L.A., along with a flat in London. I’ll meet you tomorrow at the—You were busy concentrating on composing a text to Dean, you didn't realize you were up at your level already until you heard the elevator doors open. When you glanced up for a quick moment, you found yourself doing a double take at the sight of your penthouse. All of yours to do what you wanted.

You quickly shut your mouth before you could do anything that riled suspicion. If you thought Jared Padalecki had good taste, Y/F/N's was even better. You stepped out of the elevator and into your penthouse that looked straight out of your dreams. Everything looked like a perfect mix of your taste along with a modern feel. You examined everything, from the paintings on the walls to that view of the city. There was an entire wall that was just a window, overlooking the sight of the city at night. You found yourself standing there for a moment, watching as the night unfolded beneath your feet.

In this universe, all of this was yours. And you were more than happy to stick around for a little longer to enjoy. But there was one thing that you could have done without.

“Happy birthday, love.” You found your concentration broken away from the sight when you felt a pair of arms wrap around your body from behind. You realized it was Nate. You looked down to see there was a small rectangular box. You hesitantly tried not to pull away from his embrace. Instead, you grabbed the box and opened it up. You felt yourself letting out a slight gasp at what you saw. It was a diamond necklace. Encrusted with too many to count. They shined underneath the light. "For the wedding. I know you’ve been wanting to keep with tradition. That saying—what is it. Something borrowed, something new. And I know you've been eyeing this for a while. Said it would look good with your dress."

"Oh my....this looks expensive." You found yourself blurting out the first thing that came to mind. When you realized what you just said, you felt your cheeks burn and turned around to face your supposed fiancé. “I mean, not that it’s beautiful. It is—“

It seemed your reaction was what Y/F/N would have done when Nate broke out into a smile and chucked quietly. “I know. But you only get married once." Nate said, shrugging his shoulders at what he did for his future wife. "And I wanted to do things right. Treat you like the queen that you are. Unlike what happened with your last engagement."

You looked up from the necklace from what you heard him say, "My last engagement?”

Nate's face dropped slightly when he realized what he said. He let out a sigh and winced at the sore remark that came out the wrong way. "I know you don't like talking about it. I shouldn't have said anything. I don't want what we have to disappear.” He said. You gave him a smile, as if you were reassuring him that everything was fine. That what you had with him was great. “I was gonna wait until the day of the wedding to give it to you. But when I heard you and Jensen were hanging out after shooting, I got a bit...jealous."

You refrained yourself from asking anymore questions. You shut the box and looked around the penthouse once more before back to Nate. “You know, I think I’ll take that bath now.”

“Sounds like a plan.” Nate agreed. You tried your hardest not to slap his hands away when they greedily wrapped around your hips. You pretended that he was Dean. That all of this was for the two of you. “I’ve got your favorite champagne chilling. Get yourself nice and naked and I’ll bring you a glass.”

You smiled and mumbled a thank you, watching as Nate turned around and headed for the kitchen. You tightened your grip around the box and tried to find your way around the place until you found the bathroom after you accidentally stumbled upon every other room. And you were even more impressed. You were still grinning at the sight of your walk in closet, decorated inch by inch with designer clothes and shoes that you could only dream of. Along with jewelry that sure didn’t look like costume stuff. Not to mention the wedding dress that you found hanging up. You never pictured yourself walking down the aisle, but when you laid eyes on it, you couldn’t get the image out of your head.

Soon enough, you found yourself naked as the day you were born, soaking in a tub that could fit two extra people, drinking champagne and covered neck to toe in bubbles. You were alone with the door lock, an ice bucket with an open bottle of champagne and expensive looking chocolates (a supposed gift from someone you never heard of) at your disposal. Nate said that he was going to bed, giving you some much needed privacy. With one hand holding a glass and the other your phone, you did a quick Google search before your eyes began reading the first headline that popped up.

You let out a quiet chuckle from what you read. It seemed no matter what universe you were in, you and Dean somehow found your way together. The headlines that you found were about you two being previously engaged when the once popular show "Supernatural" started. But it was you who called it off right before season two started shooting. It was only a month after that when Y/F/N started dating Nate, and a few years later, the happy couple was engaged to be married. Costars Jensen Ackles and Jared Padalecki not included.

You put the phone down somewhere safe and refilled your glass. When you got comfortable, you found yourself staring at the window of the city and thinking. God forbid if you and the boys were to stay in this universe, maybe it wouldn't be so bad. Ditch Nate for Dean, run away together somewhere nobody knew you and put that wedding dress to good use. Of course, the possibilities of that ever happening in your universe were the chances of you owning a place like this

You let out a sigh and brought the drink back up to your mouth to take a long and much needed drink. Tonight you weren't going to play anyone. You were just another person in the billions of others that populated this universe You were going to soak in this tub for long as you wanted and enjoy yourself. Tomorrow you were going to be Y/N Y/L/N again. Like how it should be.

You lowered yourself into the tub and shut your eyes. However...Y/N Winchester did have a good ring to it. You brought up your left hand and examined the diamond engagement ring that you found sitting on the nightstand. You put it on for fun, but you found yourself staring at it, wondering what would it be like if it were on your finger all the time. How Dean would try and propose to you. All things that were a mere fantasy that came out of nowhere when you saw that dress and put on this ring you would have to return tomorrow. But it made you wonder if there would ever be a time where you and him could change things up a bit in your world.

Perhaps one day you could....maybe.

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deeeelightfuldee · 3 years

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The person you had the strongest feelings for dies, do you care? I would be devastated. Even if we are no longer talking, it would destroy me to know they aren’t on this earth anymore.

Is there something you’re happy about at the moment? not really no. well, I mean I’m happy with a conversation thats happening.

Do you want someone dead? absolutely not

Do you ever wonder what your ex is up to? if it’s kile we are referring to, yeah. I’m getting a lot better putting it out of my mind. my other exes heckin no except for the other one I loved.

Have you ever fed or taken care of a stray animal? absolutely. we have adopted some from that method ahah

What is something you tend to worry about? people I care about. Like I worry that they’re safe, mentally OK, healthy, etc.

What is something you do that is unhealthy? hold on too long.

What is something you do that is good for you? I talk well about myself usually and I look for positives

What last caused you to force a smile? something in a video i thought was funny

What was the last video game you played? Was it fun? animal crossing. my controllers are SUPER whacked so it wasn’t too fun. I miss playing my games but I can’t afford new controllers yet

What is something not many people know about you? my assaults/history probably. I’m a very private person over all so i think most things people know about me are things they can see.

What word describes your basic style? classic

Have you ever been told you were going to Hell? oh a customer once told me that because they wanted a special ordered crib that day and it was a 12 week wait. so obvs a legit reason -.-

Have you ever wanted to kill yourself? .

If yes, what convinced you not to go through with it? ..

Have you ever rejected a guy, only to have him push the issue by asking “why?” and insisting that you just need to get to know him better? yessssss

Is there something that you believe everyone should do and you can’t believe that some people don’t do it (e.g., recycle or go to the dentist regularly)? brushing teeth or CHANGING THEIR SHEETS

Regarding the last good choice (healthy choice, kind choice, selfless choice, etc.) you made, what was your real motivation behind it? I made a choice to let go of a love that was destroying me. the motivation was like okay, i’m seeing he doesn’t love me, hes not going to love me. I’m spending my time, energy, and attentions to love him and I could be missing out on someone who loves me back.

Have you ever gone to the store to buy something, like a video game, when it came out at midnight? never for me but I’ve gone with friends who were getting them -.- ridiculous

Regarding the last novel you read, was there a romance included? If so, was it central to the plot? yesssssssssssssssssssssssss and yes

Have you ever done relaxation meditations or listened to relaxation guides or positive-thinking/healing recordings? I’ve done that for school but not on my own personally

Do you have any interests that are also often shared by children? art, animated shows/movies, games

Is there something that could be a solitary activity but you really only like to do it with other people (e.g., watching movies, playing video games, etc.)? hmm, not really. I like going to tjmaxx & target better if I’m with someone.

Are you satisfied with the interior design or decoration in your home? Or do you think it needs a total home makeover? for the most part. because its not my money that pays the rent I def don’t get weird about it. but I like most ofit

Who makes you smile the most? hm. ummm... kile made me smile today he was bein a bit crass. it reminded me of how happy he used to make me. he used to be the one BY far that made me smile. these days its fairly even across the board.

What piercings do you want/have? I’d love to have my cartilage pierced again but it always gets infected because of my blood so i’m fine with what I have

What's your favorite website? probs tumblr.

Do you own a fish tank with fish? currently no

Do you like the movie 300? neverseen it.

Do you pop your knuckles? yup all the time

Do you have Photoshop? no its expensive

Do you use tinypic or photobucket? no

What’s your favourite song from the 1980s? if I had the effort I wouldlove to genuinely figure it out but I only have a quarter-butt effort rn

How about the 1990s? ^

Have you won anything recently? nerp.

How often do you make Excel tables? What for? pretty much never.

What was the last baby animal you saw in the wild? probably a bunny

Are you always available or online? I’m usually available

Do you have dietary restrictions? Or do you just eat what you like? gluten sensitivity and dairy sensitivity

Do you prefer gold, silver or steel jewelry? Or no jewelry at all? I always loved silver because I think it’s so attractive but it turns out gold is VERY nice with my skin tone and since I have had to replace all my fine jewelry from kile with cheap stuff i can afford, i buy pretty much all gold.

Have you been binge-watching any shows lately? If so, what? I was on a gilmore girls kick but right now im watching bobs burgers.

If you dye your hair, do you do it yourself or go to a salon? i loved when I used to get it done professionally but its literally several hundred dollars and I just don’t have that.

If you have any, do you like your in-laws? I don’t have any. < Same.

Would it bother you, if your partner had cut contact with their parents? yes and no. It would be hypocritical if I said omg yes, you should always be in contact with your parents --- because obviously I never ever ever talk to my dad. But for a lot of people I know.. they put so much blame on their parents for things that are fairly unjustified or unrealistic expectations for their parents to not be human-like and remain perfect. It destroys me because I have spent years crying and aching for a father figure in my life that to think some people just create unnecessary division is frustrating. However, if there is serious conflict and its a matter of safety (physical/mental) then absolutely no problem with boundaries.

Have you ever wondered whether you were adopted? hahahaha yes when I look like neither of my parents nor my siblings.

What’s the best physical feeling in the entire universe? honestly, loving and being loved.

Have you ever grown a berry bush? No

Have you done something new to your hair recently? I chopped about 15 inches off.

Do you have bad anxiety? If so, do you take any kind of medication for it? no. anxiety really has never been a problem for me, thankfully.

One thing you’ve experienced that you thought you never would have? rape

What was the last thing someone said to you that kept repeating over & over in your head? i replay conversations from my split with kile despite my desire to forget it.

How often do you have late nights out? pretty much never lol its just not my scene. I’d kind of like one or two a month but I don’t know anyone that would go out with me and it can be unsafe as a female to do so alone.

If you could, would you work from home? Do you think that would make you more or less productive? yes. I’m oriented to pretty strict self-discipline so it wouldn’t be a problem for me.

If you had the ability to change the weather, what would you change it to right now? either a really strong thunderstorm or cooooooooold weather

Is there something that you really need to do, but can’t seem to get motivated to do it? my motivation is completely there but my health is not

Most disturbing movie you have ever seen? i never remember names of them because i legit tune it out in my head.

Has a life goal or dream ever come true for you yet? If yes, what is it? If no, do you think you’ll achieve it? I always dreamt of going to college and doing well. I accomplished that (and then some!) I got into my dream colleges. I always wanted to travel by myself and I did. I always wanted to be in love and I was.

Have you ever had food poisoning? Yup.

What are you listening to? the freakin’ funniest song ever in bobs burgers -- the derek dematopolus song

Do you think there will be a WWIII? I would not be surprised. there is a lot of animosity in this world

Has anyone ever asked you if you were emo? lol no. i’m a super smiley, happy person so it wouldn’t be expected of me.

Has someone ever liked you that you never thought would? definitely. Michael always throws me off my guard that he likes me.

In all honesty, can a person be too nice? people always say yes that they get taken advantage of but I think those are two separate things. I believe you can be endlessly nice even with boundaries. I wish people aired on the side of overly nice than the typical overly rude

Has one of your friend’s boyfriends ever tried to cheat on them with you? in HS Is mental abuse really as bad as physical abuse? absolutely. the effects are devastating

Do you shop at Sephora for make-up? once in a blue moon. but only online

Zelda: Twilight Princess or Ocarina of Time? i never really played either

Do you own a rosary? no,I’m not catholic

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brain-stormer-blog1 · 6 years

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Modern, Muggle Marauders

[wolfstar and jily/jegulily, 15,523 words]

Remus

oversized sweaters and button downs all day everyday

ink stained hands

collects old books - Most have torn pages and faded ink from constant rereading.

has too many half written stories all featuring the same characters he’s overly attached to (an: oh shit its actually me)

somehow always carries chocolate or knows the nearest place he can get some. works in a book store (an: I just love this au too much ik its cliché as hell)

WELSH ACCENT

can and will fall asleep anywhere

all his clothes have rips in them or are extremely worn - not on purpose like Padfoot however (’MOONY ITS PUNK ROCK SHUT UP AND GIMME THE SCISSORS’)

enjoys the rain a lot - lucky they stay in Scotland then

Amber eyes and golden hair that lightly curls with his love of the rain (James gets jealous bc hes the ‘curly haired friend’)

always carries a notebook, of which he has wayyyyy too many

knows too many constellations which he doodles in all of his notebooks and always keeps track of the moon phases, hence the nickname

his sleep schedule is beyond screwed - probably caused by “ nope I cant sleep without reading Pads,” and then getting completely transfixed by a fictional world

always sketching people around him, he could happily sit in a café all day and draw everyone there, maybe he has an entire notebook of Padfoot sketches, maybe he does not, who knows

can’t function without coffee

very trustworthy of his friends almost too trusting, but can barely talk to a person outside of their group

almost too pale, couldn’t tan if he tried all that the sun does is give him a light dusting of freckles and chases away his beloved rain

loves living in the attic of their huge shared home (curtesy of James’ insanely large inheritance and Sirius’ uncle Alphaard) it has wooden walls and an obscene amount of plants, his favourite part is a large window on the ceiling that he enjoys climbing out especially when its drizzling when the others join him

usually the subject of Padfoot’s (favourite) polaroids

probably the only guy there that thinks of the consequences of a situation before they become a reality

the responsible one

can read & write music

pianist

Lily & Peter read all of his stories - annoyed they aren’t finished loves animals, still pretends to be annoyed when James brings home stray dogs

gets sick constantly and secretly finds it hilarious when Sirius freaks out and acts like his nurse

Sirius

constantly painting, drawing and creating awesome art pieces

photography nerd - has a huge collection of polaroids & pinholes in his ‘dark room’ (a cupboard under the stairs that has a red light)

owns a motorbike that he is constantly repairing and is attempting to convince

James to get one too “prongs we’ll look awesome c’mon do it or the aesthetic” James can’t ride a damn bicycle

always stealing Remus’ sweaters, even thought they are all about 10 sizes too big

has at least 15 leather jackets.(Wears one bc Moony got him patches for it years ago)

Long black hair that is always falling into tired grey eyes - Walburga has threatened to chop it off too many times

works in an art gallery, occasionally slips in his own work (the manager knows but she loves his work)

angsty as hell

always listening to music - preferably on vinyls “I don’t care how expensive it is Wormtail, it sounds far better (also it’s not my credit card its my cousin Bellatrix’s so???)

Smoker (probably for the aesthetic tbh) “yeah right Moons it makes me punk rock as shit,”

wears his biker boots all day everyday

plays guitar (secretly acoustic is his favourite)

all his clothes are ripped as heck

very very protective of his friends, has given out and received his fair share of black eyes for this “its for a noble cause also it makes me look pun-” “ Padfoot for god sake we get it you’re punk rock!”

terrible at showing negative emotions but has learned to when it comes to Prongs and Moony - he’s getting there with some of the others

obsessive in his love for dogs and is genuinely offended when Lily gets a cat, the day he found out James bought it the word ‘betrayal’ is genuinely used, even more offended when Regulus began playing with the cats “ Sirius I’m named after a star in the LEO constellation???”

such a drama queen (speaking of Queen imagine him & Bohemian Rhapsody?)

tries to hide his aristocratic background, though his mannerisms show it off quite often

fluent in French he has a slight French accent

Lives on Tumblr (surprisingly this was never meant on this site) & Netflix

also memorises the moon phases ( just to impress Remus honestly)

makes awful puns constantly “I’m serious” “nah I’m Sirius you’re James” “ugh are you fucking serious” “nah I’m fucking Moony” *atrocious wink*

ripped skinny jeans - Wormtail still calls him emo for it

James

super athletic

Loves photography claims to use the best equipment but still constantly invades Sirius’ excuse for a dark room

plays drums

somehow the only one who can cheer up Regulus instantly

only has 1 pair of glasses even though he is horrendously clumsy, Lily is assuming he is just seeing how much tape he can build up before they are entirely useless

obsessed over football - he manages a small team that he is way too enthusiastic about

still surprised Lily even talks to him “James we’ve been dating for 5 years stop being a prat”

plans out the biggest pranks and somehow manages to get everyone involved, if he doesn’t they turn to shit but that’s a ‘secret’ everybody knows only shoes he actually ones are trainers & football boots “James you are not wearing Nikes to Alice and Franks bloody wedding!”

really competitive

obsessively plays Xbox and has weekly gaming nights with everyone (Sirius always rage quits) Wormtail is the only one who is still playing with him after 30 minutes

goes on tones of unplanned road trips with Lily

tries a weird new diet practically every week, sort of a health freak

way too much house pride - his whole room is decorated red and gold

has an old pickup truck he prides too much even though he is almost needing to fix it as much as Sirius and his ancient motorbike

the ‘mom friend’ always looking after everyone

Peter

actually the only reason they don’t all eat fast food & take aways 24/7 - he’s a great cook

proof reads all of Remus’ stories for him before they get posted

works as a barista in a grunge as hell café across the road - the others always hang out there when he’s working

secretly enjoys the challenge of James’ strange dieting (gluten free+ vegan month was definitely a challenge though)

owns 2 pet rats - is scared shitless that Regulus’ pet snake is going to eat them at one point

really good at giving gifts because he’s great at listening to people has a massive collection of hoodies for no apparent reason

always third wheeling because of Wolfstar and Jily, it’s better now that Regulus has move in though

really good at video games - occasionally lets James win because he gets too moody otherwise

bassist

only listens to indie & grunge music - secretly loves Sirius’ obsession with vinyls

Lily

not super feminine but always has the latest fashion trends - usually fairly alternative (known to sport the jeans + fishnets thing that looks bomb as hell)

reads almost as much as Remus and is always hanging out in the book shop he works at

really enjoys playing football with James - finds it hilarious when he gets competitive

super long ginger hair + green eyes

loves tattoos, has handpoked a few of her own (mainly gets them done professionally, her friend Marlene is a tattoo artist) & Sirius let her do a moon on his wrist

doesn’t know that James reads all the books she talks about until she finds 3 of them hidden on his side of them wardrobe and interrogates him

super spontaneous really enjoys the constant unplanned road trips

does a lot of digital art, usually draws characters from books most often the characters Remus will never let go of in his stories

can ride a motorbike and occasionally takes Sirius’ for a spin

just a badass tbh

everyone takes their problems to her because she somehow has a solution for everything

wants to get into interior design and when they move in she helps everyone decorate their rooms, constantly adding to their home paints a different wall every week

literally friends with everyone - nobody dislikes her and probably couldn’t if they tried

has a weird skill for knitting, likely the source of 90% of Remus’ holy sweaters

obsessed with ‘retro’ things, favourite things tend to be from the 80s/90s

always helping Wormtail when he is baking, as long as she gets the first taste

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thorne93 · 7 years

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Old Flame, New Problems (Part 15)

Prompt: You’re in a serious relationship with Sebastian Stan, when news from your first love informs you that he’s now single and in need of a friend. Will your old flame burn out or will the flames get fanned and consume you?

Word Count: 3433

Warning: language, angst, fighting (verbal), cheating, drama

Notes: This idea came to me when news hit about Hayden and Rachel splitting. Of course I’m sad that a long time relationship such as theirs is ending, but it also means he’s single sooo…Also, no hate towards Rachel. I don’t know her, don’t know what really happened between them, etc. It’s a fic and in no way reflects what I think of either of them or their precious daughter ^.^

Beta’d by my #1 gal @like-a-bag-of-potatoes

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The following morning, you woke up to a note on the pillow.

“Have to take care of the animals. Be back soon.”

You sighed and sat up, taking the note in your hand then putting it on the empty nightstand beside you, save for one light. Then it hit you. This must be Rachel’s nightstand. In an instant you became curious and upset all in one. You pushed Rachel far out of your mind and you suddenly heard heavy footsteps in the hallway, coming towards the bedroom.

“Oh, you’re up,” he cheered happily as he walked in, donning a jacket, jeans, work boots, and a dark plaid shirt.

“Yeah.”

“Do you want coffee or anything?” he asked as he sat down on the bed.

You shook your head. “No. I’m good.”

“Okay, well help yourself to some if you’d like any,” he said with a small smile. “What?” he wondered with a bemused chuckle.

“What?” you asked.

“You’re smiling at me…”

“Oh,” you said, not realizing you were. “You just look really good,” you stated honestly.

“You look even better,” he responded as he leaned toward you, a tiny smirk planted on his face. Your breathing seemed to speed up as he got closer, the air had that same statically charged feeling it was three months ago on his couch.

All thought vanished as you leapt at him, your lips crashing together, giving into desires you had for what seemed like eons. You were on your knees, trying to get closer to him as your hands went to his neck, his hair. He wrapped his arms around your waist and lifted you onto his lap, so that now you were straddling him. A lustful moan escaped his mouth as you continued to plant heated kiss after kiss on his lips and jaw. He pulled back to nip at your neck, making you sigh in satisfaction. He pulled you down with him, so that he was lying and you were hovering above him, the kissing still going strong. Until his hand slid up your shirt and your own hand whipped down to stop him. You pulled back slightly, biting your lip.

“What’s wrong? Did I do something wrong?” he asked, his brows knitted together in concern.

You shook your head. “No...I’m just...not ready for that. If that's okay.”

He sat up with you, you still on his lap. “Y/N, I told you whatever speed is fine. Stop worrying,” he assured as he leaned forward and gave you a quick, sweet kiss. “Now, do you still like video games? I was thinking we could play them today. I’ve been in the mood. I got a new game I want to try out.”

“I’ll never say no to kicking your ass,” you teased before you climbed off of him and he got up, grabbing your hand and lead you to the living room.

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The two of you spent all day playing games, until you needed some sustenance, then you took a break, made a nice dinner, and sat together, eating and sharing wine. You told him all about the Stephen King deal now that some of the details had been sorted out, informing him of the prompt you two were playing around with. He seemed thrilled for you. He told you what little he could about the film he was involved with right now. The dinner felt nice, relaxing...but one thing still bothered you: it didn’t feel like a date, or a romantic evening at all. It felt like two friends catching up.

Sleeping next to him felt the same that night: comfortable, safe, a little awkward, but nothing you wanted to push away.

It was strange to feel this way. You’d pined after Hayden for years now, and these last few months, it seemed he was nearly all you wanted. Willing to hurt Seb just to kiss him, or hang out with him. Yet, now that you got that….it didn’t feel the same as it used to.

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The following morning, he was in bed next to you, greeting you with a kiss. He asked what you wanted to do today, but you said you actually had work you needed to catch up on. You needed to see if Stephen had replied to your last email, you needed to see what your agent was saying on the success of your last book, and you needed to see what your editor thought of the first few chapters of your southern gothic novel.

He said he had work to do himself, all around the farm. At any time you were free to join him, but he’d probably be working until dark.

You stole away in the office, bringing your laptop to life, when you looked over and saw a family photo. Briar Rose on Hayden’s shoulders, a huge grin on his face, he appeared to be mid laugh, with Briar’s hands swirling about. Rachel was beside them, her hair blowing in a breeze, looking at the two of them with joy and adoration.

The photo brought a sense of happiness and torment to you. Jealousy touched your heart, but so did joy and the love. It made you very happy to see Hayden happy. He had struggled with anxiety and depression for some time, and you had always known this. You were glad he at least found something to keep him happy, even if it wasn’t you.

As the day went on, and you went around the house doing things from going to the bathroom, showering, making a snack, watching TV, sitting in their office....It all had a touch of their lives together. Her things might be gone, but her presence was still here. In the decor, in the photos all over the walls, in the interior design. And now...you were sleeping in their bed. All of it felt so...wrong. Even Hayden had changed. His favorite shows were now ones he barely cared to watch, and he liked shows he used to hate. He was wearing cologne that she liked, not that you liked. He was using body wash she found appealing, not you. Even the things he ate was different. For better or worse, he and Rachel had double the years experience as a couple, something you couldn’t rival.

The night was the same again, cuddling and sleeping, awaking to a good morning kiss. Hayden seemed happy, not quite as happy in those photos you’d seen all over the house, but that would take time. He’d have to get over Rachel and get used to you again.

This would be your fourth day, and not being able to talk to Sebastian was hell. You could probably call him, and he’d probably be happy to hear from you, but he would be more upset that you broke the cardinal rule: don’t contact him. He was giving up a lot to let you do this, and in order for this to work, you couldn’t be contacting Seb every time you missed him or it defeated the whole point of giving Hayden your full attention.

You wondered why you missed him so much more now, than before when you stayed up here and you two barely talked. Thinking on it, you realized it was because you’d eventually go home to him, you’d see him, you were both busy with work. Typical, adult, couple things. But now, all you wanted was him. If he showed up right now to take you home, you’d jump in his arms and squeal like a child.

Not that you weren’t happy that you felt like you were finally making a decision, you wondered why you were just now feeling this way. You’d been pining for Hayden for God knows how long now. Why did it suddenly not feel the same?

The two of you went your separate ways again until dinner, then you shared a lovely meal together while watching TV. The feeling took you back to when you two were living together, it was both comfortable and inviting, but it also had a new feeling to it that you couldn’t pin down.

Hayden went to take care of one final thing outside for the farm, leaving you all alone. You thought and thought, throwing your feelings back and forth. Throwing all the information you knew together, trying to come up with why you felt the way you did. Why things were feeling off these last four days.

After an hour of debating, you finally made your decision. You packed your bags, got them moved the foyer, and you were about to call a cab when the back door closed, making you jump the tiniest bit. Hayden started to walk toward the kitchen, when out of the corner of his eye, he saw you, standing with all of your luggage.

“Wh--” he started, but you interrupted.

"I can't do this," you said with a heavy heart.

"What?" he breathed, seemingly confused by your statement.

“I can’t do this, all of this. I can’t sit here and pretend you didn’t have a life with her.” Your throat swelled, but you swallowed it back down, biting back the tears as Hayden went to say something but you cut him off. "Why did you pick her? After one year of dating. Why did you ask her to marry you?" you asked suddenly. You had wondered this question for years, but never dared ask it.

He stuttered a bit, a frown forming on his face. "I...I didn't want to lose her the way I'd lost you."

You laughed, no light or humor in it, but it was a soft, unbelieving laugh. "Right. So five years with me wasn't enough, but one year with her was?"

He pursed his lips, his eyes cast to the floor, avoiding yours. "Do you remember a few months before we broke up, when I asked you if you’d move out to LA with me?" he questioned in an even tone.

You thought for a moment, trying to recall memories from so long ago. “Yeah, I remember that. You asked me to move out there but I told you I was still doing my writing, and then we had a fight.”

“Right,” he concurred, nodding, his brows knitting together. “Had you said yes...I would’ve asked you to marry me then and there, but I had to know you were serious about us…”

Your heart twisted at his words. You were his first choice? He did want to marry you? How is that possible?

You shook your head, trying to fathom his words. “But wait, I was serious about us. I didn’t want us to break up,” you argued.

“I know,” he said. “But I was young, and in my eyes, my career was stationed in LA and you could write anywhere. I guess I had hoped you’d give up your dreams for mine, which was wrong of me. I shouldn't have wanted to marry you for sacrifices you made. I should’ve been supportive and made it work,” he acknowledged. “But we were young and headstrong. I knew your career meant a lot to you and I couldn’t ask you to give that up. So...when Rachel and I started dating, she was nearby and I didn’t want to fuck up with her as I did with you.”

A lump swelled in your throat. So he did want you? But because of you, he didn’t ask you to share a life.

But that didn’t change anything. He could’ve still come after you before asking her. If he really loved you, and meant it when he said you could try again in the future, then he could’ve tried again.

“That doesn’t change anything,” you whispered, unshed tears blurring your vision as you refused to look at him.

In a soft voice, he said, "I thought you wanted to give us a chance."

"That was ten years ago, Hayden. You had your chance. I was available back when you started dating Rachel. You could've contacted me, we could've tried again, like you said we would when things calmed down. But you didn't, did you?" Your eyes steeled on him. This was heartbreak and rage twelve years in the making coming out of you. "No, instead, I got a call telling me you asked Rachel to marry you. So...you made your choice. You chose Rachel. I kept thinking I could get over it. Get past the pain and hurt that you chose to share our future with her, and that maybe we could try this whole thing again. But I can't. I just can't go on knowing that you love her more."

"Y/N," he started, reaching for you.

"No. No, Hayden, you don't get to pretend you love me any more. I waited for years for you. Over a decade. I waited. I compared everyone to you, and none of them measured up, that's why they never lasted. I'd leave them in search of someone like you. And while I was waiting, you were off starting a new life and family with someone else. How pathetic is that?” you asked with a humorless laugh, this was so absurd. “That I waited and waited for a man who didn’t want me? I hoped and prayed one day you'd wake up and realize I was your true love, but that day never came. I took years trying to get over you. It took you all of one year,” you spat, livid.

“You think that’s what happened?” he demanded, taking a step forward. “You think I just took a year to get over you? Do you know how much time Rachel and I spent together just trying to assuage my choice over leaving you?” he asked, raw despair in his face.

You shook your head, you had no idea that’s how they spent their time. From the outside looking in, he stepped out of your relationship into theirs, no hesitation, no heartbreak, nothing holding him back. He seemed to be all in.

“When we met, we were friends and I started to confide in her more and more about you. She was there for me, telling me it was for the best. Eventually, she became a good distraction, and it just happened. One moment she’s my friend, the next, I saw in her what I always saw in you. Drive, compassion, sympathy, caring, kindness. It started out sort of casual, but I couldn’t deny how I felt about her,” he explained, and for some reason, it didn’t hurt. Hearing Rachel’s name used to send a wave of jealous rage and depression through you, but now....you found it oddly comforting knowing she was there for him.

“I had no idea,” you breathed, in disbelief. “It still hurt to get that phone call,” you said.

“So why didn't you ever call me? You could have. Told me how you felt…” he wondered quietly.

“Oh, call my boyfriend who left me to beg for him to take me back? No thanks, I would rather keep my dignity…” You scoffed but then stated in a thick voice, trying like hell to keep the tears from just exploding onto your face, “I did think of it...all the time… up until you had Briar Rose...I wanted to call you so many times….but...I didn't. I wanted you to do it. I wanted you to call me...I wanted to know I wasn't alone in wanting us to be together.”

His guilt ridden eyes barely met your face as he shook his head. “Y/N, I never asked her to marry me with the intention to hurt you.”

"I know that but…You told me we could try again. You said when everything slowed down. That's why I waited. But you? You took the chance to be with someone else. You broke off the engagement for three months with her. At that point, you could’ve chosen either one of us, but you chose her, Hayden. That’s what hurts so fucking bad. You chose her over me."

He nodded. “You’re right. I did. I was hoping you would do the same. I never tried to string you along or make you believe….that I had any intention on trying us again. When we broke up, yes, I said that, but nothing changed. Not really...You were still heavily needed in New York and I love the country life, you couldn’t have moved out here for this when you need New York. Eventually...I saw that we couldn’t work out again, that’s why I moved forward...moved on. I really wanted that for you, too. Y/N, all I ever wanted was your happiness.”

A small, sad smile played at one corner of your lip. “I guess I just always thought my happiness would be with you,” you answered with a lazy gesture to him.

“I did too, for a long time. In fact the first year or so with Rachel I was still pining for you a bit, but I knew that wasn’t fair to anyone. Rachel didn’t deserve that, you deserved your life and future without me pressuring you to leave it, and I deserved my happiness too.”

"I know," you said calmly.

Softly, he said, “Y/N, I can’t help who I love...Who crossed paths with me at the right time or the wrong time. All I can do is choose who my heart tells me to go to.”

Swallowing the lump in your throat and nodding while the tears rushed down your face, you nodded. “I know...I know. That's why I'm choosing Sebastian. You got your chance at a happy ending, I think it’s time I did too. He may not be perfect, he may forget to call, he may not always help around the house, but at least he’s willing to wait for me. Despite everything that's happened between us, he chose me, after everything I've done to him, he still wants me. He chose me first, and that’s all I ever wanted to be...was someones first choice." You shrugged, laughing as tears rolled down your cheeks. “He’s willing to sacrifice our relationship and let me go, just so I can be happy,” you mused. “Sounds familiar.” You gazed at him, a friendly smile on your face. Hayden had let you go to pursue your career, to make sure you had a shot at your dream first. And now, Sebastian had let you go just so you could figure out who you loved more.

Hayden gave you a soft smile. “You should be with him,” he said somberly.

"Hay," you started, "you'll always be a great friend. I'll always love you, as a friend, as the first love in my life. But we'll never be in love again, not like we used to be." You lightly shook your head. "I'm not mad at you for choosing Rachel. Yeah, it hurt, and for the longest time, I wanted to be the one you picked...but the truth is, you love her. We may have been each other's first loves but we were never meant to be the last loves."

He nodded solemnly, some quiet tears coming down his face.

"I know you're hurting from Rach. I'm sorry for that, sweetie, but I think this thing that happened between us was a long time coming. You wanted someone who loved you to be around again, and I wanted a chance at the happy ending with you, but my happy ending isn't with you. It's with Sebastian."

"I never meant to hurt you," he informed.

Gently, you nodded a couple of times. "I know that. It's not your fault. We drifted apart, we were on different paths at different times all the time... Maybe in another life," you offered with a depressed, empty smile.

This was it. It was really over between you two. It had been for a long time, it just took time for your heart to accept that. Maybe you were scared to. Scared that if you let someone else in, the way you'd let Hayden in, it'd happen all over again and you'd get your heart broken. Maybe you'd held onto hope that you and him would reconcile just so you could fix your broken heart from all those years ago.

“What we had was really special, wasn’t it?” he asked, probably recalling hundreds of memories of you two, just as you were doing. Images of laughter, smiles, lingering touches, long days and even longer nights, feelings of being home, feelings of adventure all swirling in your head and heart. But for the first time in forever...they felt like your past. Something to lock away, but hold dear to your heart. Something...to make way for your future.

You nodded and emphatically answered, “Yeah.”

More tears from him and you poured down before you swiftly closed the gap, your arms crashing around each other. He gripped you tightly, crying hard onto your shoulder as you cried softly into his chest. For the last time, you took in his scent, you let the feeling of comfort and familiarity of home surround you, entirely enveloping you.

"I will always love you," you whispered.

"I love you too," he echoed.

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