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sadrien · 7 years

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Here’s the thing: Marinette had her perfect date with Adrien.

Maybe it wasn’t perfect, but it was good and he was sweet and honestly? That was all that mattered. It was enough to get her a second date. It was enough to have fun with someone who she liked and who might one day like her back in that same way, not just in her imagination.

The problem is the second date.

Marinette has plans. She has so many plans. Lists and lists of dates she wants to go on with Adrien. Some she planned by herself, some she picked up from others, some Alya texted her at one in the morning because that’s when Alya works best.

Marinette has plans and she intends to follow through with the them.

Hawk Moth has his own plans. And those plans involve making Marinette’s life as difficult as humanly possible.

If he’s being honest, Adrien had been sort of hesitant about going out with Marinette. It wasn’t that he didn’t like her — he thinks she’s amazing; funny and smart and brave in a way that he really admires — it was more of the fact that he had never really seen her as anything more than a friend. A tentative friend, as it was.

He had still been trying to repair their relationship from the gum incident. It turns out, he didn’t have to.

So when Marinette asked him out, all blushing and stuttering as she asked if he wanted to see a movie on Saturday, he said yes. If it didn’t work out, hopefully she wouldn’t hate him and hopefully they could keep being friends.

But it had worked out. It worked out really well, actually.

Adrien hadn’t had much experience with dating, zero experience specifically, but he’s heard enough bad date stories from friends and the internet to have a pretty good idea of what constituted a bad date. And his date with Marinette wasn’t bad in any sense of the word.

At first, it was kind of awkward, which was probably expected from first dates. But then, Marinette (and Adrien, more than he was willing to admit) started to relax, and he started having fun. It was genuinely fun sitting next to her in the theater and watching the movie with her, witnessing all her reactions in real time.

As soon as the date was over, Adrien wanted to go on the next one.

He barely managed to wait until later that night to text her.

From: Adrien <3 <3 <3 To: Marinette I had a lot of fun today with you!

From: Marinette To: Adrien <3 <3 <3 I did too!!! I loved the movie it was so good

From: Adrien <3 <3 <3 To: Marinette We should do that again sometime Go out, that is

Adrien resisted the urge to throw his phone across the room and bury his face in his pillow. Marinette had taken the biggest leap, asking him out the first time, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t scary. He didn’t know why he thought she’d say no, but it was there in the back of his mind—

What if she says no?

His phone vibrated and he picked it up so fast that he dropped it on his face and Plagg laughed at him from across the room.

From: Marinette To: Adrien I would love to!!!! You choose the time and place this time :)

It took hours for Adrien to stop smiling.

Now though— now he’s just annoyed.

Ladybug sighs in frustration as she watches the rampaging akuma from the top of a building. She’s giving herself thirty seconds to find a point of weakness and then she’s just going for it.

“Alright, LB?” Chat asks, leaping up to join her on the rooftop.

“A little late, aren’t you?” she grumbles.

Chats scrunches up his nose. “I was getting ready for something. Kind of hate Hawk Moth for this,” he says, gesturing to the akuma.

Ladybug straightens and squints in the bright sunlight. “Join the club.” Akumas are almost painfully timed with her and Adrien’s dates. They’re constantly pushing dates back and she’s starting to run out of excuses for showing up late. Her and Adrien had been forced to reschedule their second date because of an akuma attack. In general, dating him has been really nice, even with the postponed dates. They spend a lot of time together just doing homework and playing video games and they go out together for lunch sometimes when Adrien doesn’t have anything to do for his father during their school break.

But none of those count as planned dates.

By the time her and Chat cleanse the akuma, it’s far too late for her and Adrien to go out.

Marinette sends him an apologetic text, just to get a similar one almost immediately. She smiles to herself and curls up on her chaise, content to text Adrien for the rest of the night.

It isn’t a date, but she can settle.

Adrien is about seventy five percent sure that Hawk Moth has something against his love life.

It had taken him and Marinette literal weeks to get to their second date and they had to postpone their third a few days because of a mix of akuma attacks and a sudden heavy workload of homework. Others he’s been awkwardly late to with stilted excuses and others have been canceled.

If they’re counting from their first date, they’ve been dating for two months

Adrien can’t lie, he’s a little bit antsy about that.

It’s not the two months thing or the commitment thing. He loves spending time and going out with Marinette and he’s a pretty hardcore romantic, so it probably wouldn’t be too out of character for him to say he’s in love with Marinette, though he’s going to hold back from saying that aloud a little while longer.

The thing that makes him nervous is how often Hawk Moth gets in the way of them spending time together.

He shouldn’t worry and he’s trying really hard not to but—

It’s one thing when it’s his schedule that’s moving around, because he can send Marinette the emails and update her from work. It’s another thing entirely with akuma attacks. He can’t be with her during akuma attacks because he has to be off and superhero-ing.

And one day, Marinette might start asking questions.

And he doesn’t have any good answers.

Adrien sprints to the café as he stuffs a protesting Plagg in his bookbag and skids around the corner. He can see Alya standing next to a table that Nino is sitting at, waving her phone in the air. Just as he’s within earshot, Marinette walks out of the café to join them.

Adrien tries to slow his walk and fix his hair as he half jogs to the table. “I’m sorry I’m late!” he says, just as Marinette does. He looks to her with wide eyes but quickly looks away before anyone can notice.

“It’s chill,” Nino says, holding up his drink.

“There was so much wind where I was,” Marinette says, pulling a ribbon out of her hair and letting a lopsided pigtail come loose. Adrien finds himself smiling as she shakes her bangs away. She runs her fingers through her bangs and smooths down her hair.

“Oh wow, same!” he says quickly. He brushes his hair out of his eyes. “Yeah, wind. Very windy.”

Alya gives him a weird look and Nino nods slowly. “Right.”

“Anyway,” Alya drawls. “I was late because of an akuma attack, but we can talk about the amazing pictures I got once we get food.”

“Sounds good,” Adrien says weakly.

Marinette nods eagerly. “Food would be good.”

“Hi!” Marinette says breathlessly as she drops down next to Adrien in the movie theater. She had texted him as she swung over, telling him that she was on her way, five minutes she swears, she was just running late. “I am so so so sorry about this.”

“It’s fine,” Adrien says with a gentle smile. He offers her the popcorn. “We planned to meet up pretty early anyway.” He raises an eyebrow at her, probably wondering why she looks like an exhausted disaster.

When Marinette meets Hawk Moth she’s going to break his nose. “Are you okay?”

She nods and tucks her hair behind her ear. “Yeah, yeah of course I am! I just— Manon.”

Adrien blinks as the lights in the theater dim. “Manon?” he whispers.

Marinette nods as she silences her phone. “Yeah, I uh— I had to take Manon on the carousel, it was urgent.” She stuffs a handful of popcorn in her mouth before she can make this any stranger. Super convincing excuse, Marinette. Good job.

Adrien looks like he wants to ask more questions, but the movie starts playing and saves Marinette’s life.

She promises herself that she’ll have a better excuse prepared next time.

Adrien swears as he dodges through the crowd. Late again.

It’s a good thing Marinette is so understanding, because this is starting to get ridiculous.

He yanks his phone out as he squeezes between two couples and opens his top conversation.

From: the hottest boy To: the chillest boy HELP

From: the chillest boy To: the hottest boy what did you do now wait a second arent you supposed to be on a date

From: the hottest boy To: the chillest boy Yeah but I got caught up with Nathalie and I can’t use her as an excuse AGAIN

From: the chillest boy To: the hottest boy yeah youve used that excuse a lot

From: the hottest boy To: the chillest boy NOT HELPFUL Can I say I was with you??? Doing…something???

From: the chillest boy To: the hottest boy sure thing bro i gotchya now get to your date!!!

Adrien takes a deep breath and shoves his phone back into his pocket.

He’s such a terrible boyfriend.

Marinette absolutely lights up when he drops down into the seat across from her in the library. She smiles like the sun and the pit in his stomach deepens. “Didn’t think you were going to make it,” she jokes.

Adrien has to stop himself from making a bitter remark about akumas and timing. “Sorry, Nino had an emergency.” The lies are just piling up. This is so many levels of a disaster.

Marinette’s eyes widen and she puts her highlighter. “Oh my god, really? What happened?”

Uh oh. Adrien shakes his head. “It was just…guy stuff.”

She furrows her eyebrows.

“We’ve got it handled,” Adrien promises, reaching across the table to squeeze Marinette’s.

She smiles weakly. “Okay, if you’re sure.”

God, he needs to buy her (and Nino) so much apology chocolate.

Marinette really hopes that Adrien thinks her tendency to be late to dates is just a fun quirk of her personality or something.

The universe has to be messing with her to make up for all the good luck she has as Ladybug— although, doesn’t she have Chat Noir to balance that out? In the end, it doesn’t really matter why the universe is screwing with her, because the fact remains that it is screwing with her. She’s been late to at least a third of her and Adrien’s dates and over five of them have been cancelled completely because akuma attacks ran long.

Marinette tries to keep her anxiety over it down, and Tikki tries to help, but it’s hard.

She loves Adrien. She loves Adrien, and if she loses him because of her double superhero life like some cliche movie, she’ll scream. And be absolutely heartbroken. And probably hate herself.

Though at the moment, she’s not sure if she can hate herself any more than she already does. She swings from building to building as fast as she can, her earrings beeping at her obnoxiously. She resists the strong urge to yank them out of her ears and throw them away.

Of course the akuma attack would be on the other side of the city. Of course reporters would grab her after Chat Noir jumped away.

Of course this would happen today.

She frantically searches her brain for any sort of mildly believable excuse as she ducks into an alleyway and detransforms. She catches her breath and cups Tikki in her hands.

“I hate my life,” she groans.

Tikki coos sympathetically before zipping into her purse and whispering, “You’re almost there, Mari! Adrien won’t be mad!”

Marinette drags her hand through her hair. “He will be eventually!” Adrien is practically perfect, but he can’t have endless patience. Eventually it will run out and they’ll be done.

It makes her sick to think about that.

“I am so sorry,” she says, pressing a kiss to Adrien’s cheek.

“Traffic?” Adrien asks.

Marinette shakes her head and then immediately regrets it, because she should’ve just agreed with that. “I, uh. Had the hiccups.”

Adrien tilts his head at her.

“It was a mess,” she says quickly. “Nothing was working but I— all good now!” she promises. “Hiccup free!” She forces a smile.

Adrien smiles down at her and she melts.

She’s going to break one day. And she’s not going to be able to keep lying to him.

“How many times do you think you can be late to a date?” Plagg asks as Adrien slides down the railing of the staircase. He doesn’t have time to run down the stairs and he’s also allowed to act like a little kid every once in a while.

“Shut up,” Adrien mutters. “I don’t think showing up to our date to a nice restuarant in my pajamas would’ve been a good idea.”

Plagg snickers. “Maybe you should sleep in dresswear.”

“Maybe you should submit a complaint with Hawk Moth.” Adrien jumps off the end of the railing and runs to the door.

“Adrien?”

He tenses and freezes with his hand on the handle of the door. He takes a steadying breath before glancing to his father. “Yes?”

Gabriel is standing in the doorway of his office, adjusting his glasses. “Aren’t you scheduled for a date with…”

“Marinette.”

“Ah yes. Miss Dupain-Cheng.” Adrien nods. Gabriel continues to watch him with a flat and unimpressed look. “Why are you still here?”

“I…” The words catch in Adrien’s throat. He had an excuse ready for Marinette, but it won’t fly with his dad. Gabriel doesn’t know that his son was out fighting an akuma in a magical skintight spandex suit. He just thinks Adrien was lazying around his room. “I lost track of time,” he says softly.

Somehow, Gabriel’s stare becomes more disapproving.

Adrien squirms under his gaze. “I-I should—”

“She won’t wait around forever,” Gabriel says, turning back to his office. He gives Adrien a once over. “She’s a smart girl, Adrien. I highly doubt she’ll put up with actions like this for long.”

Adrien chews on his bottom lip. He didn’t really need his father voicing the already incredibly loud doubts that he has. “I know. I’ll try to be better.”

“Good.” Adrien’s eyes flick to Gabriel in surprise. “Relationships require all parties to be communicating and respectful of the other. They require honesty,” Gabriel’s voice takes on a strange quality that Adrien’s not sure he’s ever heard before. It’s almost…wistful. Which doesn’t make sense, Gabriel Agreste is never wistful.

“Communication, respect, and honesty,” Adrien murmurs. Two out of three, that’s…not good enough.

“Relationships demand work,” Gabriel says, a hard edge returning to his voice. “You have to be willing to put in the time demanded.” He raises an eyebrow.

“I am!” Adrien says quickly.

“Perhaps,” Gabriel says, gesturing to a clock on the wall. “Your actions should reflect your words.”

Adrien’s eyes go wide. He is significantly later than he thought he was. Oh no.

“We’ll discuss this more tomorrow,” Gabriel says in a strangely light tone. “Enjoy yourself. Make sure Miss Dupain-Cheng gets home safely.”

Adrien is fairly sure he nods as he yanks the door open and shouts goodbye as he takes off down the street.

“Ouch,” Plagg says, popping out of his pocket. “Chewed out by the old man, that can’t feel good.”

“Shut up.” Adrien checks the street for cars quickly before crossing. “You haven’t exactly been helpful throughout this whole thing.” Plagg scoffs. “I keep telling you, cheese is easier than romance.”

Adrien rolls his eyes. He slows his walk as he approaches the restaurant. His father’s words echo in his mind and he can’t erase his expression from his brain. Adrien always knew that his mom and dad had problems before— before. But he’s never acknowledge them before. It hurt too much.

He spots Marinette as soon as he enters the restaurant. She’s sitting at a table by herself, her hair over one shoulder as she doodles on a paper napkin. She’s wearing a sundress and is literally a vision in pink and all of Adrien’s worries and anxieties are gone because he is just so in love with her.

He’s trying to get to six months before he says that out loud, but he doesn’t know if he can wait two more.

Marinette looks up and meets his eyes across the restaurant, smiling brightly.

“I’m sorry,” he says as he approaches the table. “I…” have completely forgotten the excuse. Adrien’s mind goes blank. “I was clothes shopping.”

Marinette gives him a slow once over. “Clothes shopping?”

“Yeah I…” He sits down. “Couldn’t find any clothes.”

She gives him a confused look. “What store were you shopping at?”

“I was at, uh,” the dinner of the person at the table next to him catches his eye, “soup.”

“Soup?” Marinette repeats.

Adrien hates himself. “Yup. Soup.”

She taps her pen against the table a few times. “Did you…did you just quote a meme at me?”

Memories come flooding back and Adrien has to stop himself from slamming his head against the table. “Uh I don’t know do you know what you want to eat?”

Marinette stifles a laugh. “Okay then. Not yet, I was waiting for you before I looked.”

Adrien nods a few times. “Yeah. Let’s…let’s do that.”

Marinette looks up from her notebook with a groan. “Tikki, he’s going to hate me if I’m late again.”

“He won’t hate you,” Tikki promises, patting Marinette’s cheek. “I’m sure he doesn’t even notice how often you’re late.”

Marinette gives her a distressed look before motioning down to the list in her notebook. She’s had to start writing down the excuses she uses because she doesn’t want to repeat any. They’re so out there that it wouldn’t make sense.

They start off normal (“Sorry! I was helping my dad with a cake!” and “I had to watch the bakery for a little longer than I thought.”) and then become more of a stretch (“Alya’s been obsessing over cinematographic angles lately and had me filming from a top of a building for the Ladyblog and the elevator broke and I had to walk down twenty six flights of stairs how was your day?) then slowly get…weirder.

(“My dog ate my sock.”

“Your…” Adrien furrows his eyebrows. “You don’t have a dog.”

“My friend’s dog ate my sock!” Marinette corrects quickly.

“Whose dog ate your sock?”

“Nino’s.”

“When did Nino get a dog?”

“He’s— it’s his cousins! Nino is dogsitting!”

Adrien blinks. “Oh, he didn’t tell me that.”

“It was super sudden! They had to leave the city for something. They’re going to be back in a few hours I think but yeah how are you?”)

Marinette sighs and shuts her notebook. A random word generator could probably come up with better excuses than she does on the fly. “Tikki, yesterday I said I was late because there was so much traffic because of the weather.”

“Oh Mari,” Tikki says sympathetically, nuzzling against Marinette’s neck.

Marinette buries her face in her hands. “It was sunny all day! What was I talking about!?”

“It’ll be okay,” Tikki promises. “Adrien likes you a lot.”

Marinette puts her head down on the desk. “Do I want him to think that I’m a flighty and oblivious mess that’s late for everything?” She groans. “Why does Hawk Moth hate my entire life.”

“I’m sure Hawk Moth doesn’t have a personal vendetta against your relationship, Marinette. It’s just very poor timing.”

“Yeah, five months of it,” Marinette grumbles.

“Exactly!” Tikki chirps. “I don’t think he’ll start getting upset now.”

“It’s a build up,” Marinette counters. “Eventually—”

“Stop thinking negatively,” Tikki interrupts. “You love Adrien and he loves you. You two will figure it out. If you’re so worried, talk to him.”

“What would I even say?” Marinette asks. “I’m really worried that you’re going to break up with me because I’m always late but I can’t stop Hawk Moth from timing his akumas very very poorly?”

“I don’t know,” Tikki admits. “But I know you, Mari, and you always figure things out in the end.” She nestles into Marinette’s hair. “You’re good at this. There’s a reason you’re Ladybug.”

Marinette sighs and puts her notebook away. “That’s the problem.”

Chat stares at Ladybug and she stares back.

“I hate him,” she says flatly, pushing sopping bangs out of her eyes.

“Yeah, he really is kind of the worst.” He shakes dripping hair out of his eyes. “Isn’t lucky charm supposed to put everything back?”

“Apparently that doesn’t count for water,” Ladybug grumbles. She wrings out a pigtail.

Chat’s ring beeps it’s warning. He’s already late as is, he really shouldn’t have wasted time making small talk with Ladybug. “I have to go,” he says, gesturing vaguely over his shoulder.

She gives him a weak smile. “Get dry, kitty. I’ll see you on patrol.”

Chat salutes before he leaps off, detransforming in an alleyway and finding his civilian clothing just as drenched as his suit was. Adrien glares at Plagg. “You know, sometimes your magic really sucks.”

Plagg shrugs. “I don’t make the rules, lover boy. You’re going to have to either cancel your date or go home to dry off and be even later.”

Adrien checks his phone, which is thankfully still working despite the fact that it’s in a wet pocket. He’s just as late as he thought he’d be. A new message pops up on his screen from Marinette.

From: Mari ❤️❤️ To: sunshine <3 Im on my way!!!! SOrry about htat Ill explain when I get there!!

He smiles beside himself.

“I’ll make something up,” he says to Plagg. “Say I fell in the river or something. I don’t want to keep her waiting any longer that I have to.”

“Ridiculous,” Plagg grumbles.

Adrien’s sneakers squish uncomfortably as he hurries to where him and Marinette planned to meet in the park. He gets a few strange looks, but mostly people ignore him and avoid brushing against him.

He runs up to the bench just as Marinette is walking up to it.

They stare at each other in for a long moment.

Marinette’s hair is falling out and dripping steadily on the ground. Her clothes are soaked and sticking to her skin. She looks like she just took a swim fully dressed. Adrien is overly aware of the fact that he looks exactly the same.

What a couple they make.

“I had to—”

“There was—”

They both stop and stare at each other.

“Uh…” Adrien rubs the back of his neck. “You first.”

Marinette exhales sharply and flicks her bangs out of her eyes. “Chloé pushed me into the Seine.”

Adrien stares at her. “She— what? Why?”

Marinette throws her hands in the air. “Ask Chloé!”

Adrien gapes for a minute, scrambling for any sort of excuse. All the ones he’s used in the past run through his mind. All of the lame ones, the ones that made no sense, the ones that make him seem like a massive jerk. Every lie he’s ever told Marinette. All these lies, all these canceled dates, all the times he’s shown up late— all of everything and she’s still here. She’s here, she’s soaking wet, and she still loves him.

Adrien steps forward and cups Marinette’s face in his hands and kisses her hard. Her skin is cool and her hair wet and he never really thought they’d be kissing in a park, dripping wet in the sunshine, but here they are, doing precisely that. It’s a little strange, but he will never get sick of kissing Marinette.

He pulls away and stares into her eyes. “I love you,” he says. They’re still nineteen days away from six months, but he’s sick of waiting.

Marinette blinks and gives him a small smile. “I love you too.”

Plagg is going to kill him. “I got thrown into the Seine,” Adrien admits. “In the akuma attack.”

Marinette’s eyes widen. “W-what? But I thought all the civilians—”

“Were kept back by the police,” Adrien finishes. He glances around the park to make sure no one is standing too close. “They were.”

Realization dawns on Marinette’s face.

“The akuma grabbed my tail,” he says softly, face burning because honestly, it’s kind of embarrassing, “and just flung me into the water. I usually don’t mind swimming—”

“Oh my god,” Marinette whispers.

“—but cats hate water. It was not a fun time. And then Ladybug—”

“Tried to yoyo the akuma, but it caught the string and yanked her into the water,” Marinette interrupts.

“Yeah,” Adrien says slowly. “Were you watching the attack?”

She stares at him. “I was in the water.” She pauses before reaching up and tapping one of her earrings. “With you.”

Adrien feels the blood drain from his face. “Oh my god.”

Marinette nods. “Oh my god.” Her voice wavers.

“Oh my god.”

“Oh my god.” Marinette covers her face with her hands.

Adrien grabs her by the shoulders. “Oh my god, are you crying?”

Marinette looks up at him with watery eyes and tears running down her cheeks. She laughs. “It’s you?”

“Oh my god,” Adrien whispers, before pulling her into a tight hug. It’s a little uncomfortable because they’re both still soaking wet, but he doesn’t want to let her go.

“I was so scared,” Marinette whispers. “I kept making up these terrible excuses and I thought you were going to break up with me because of them.”

Adrien forces a laugh and pulls away, taking her hand and squeezing it tightly. “Honestly, I was so wrapped up in my own terrible excuses that I didn’t even notice yours.”

Marinette sighs and rest her forehead against Adrien’s chest. “I’m just so relieved it’s you.”

Adrien hums in agreement. “No more ridiculous lies.”

Marinette looks up at him. “Can we maybe just…skip the date today? Go back to yours and get dry clothes on and watch movies or something?”

Adrien wraps an arm around her and turns them toward his house. “That, my lady, sounds perfect.”

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kisskissfuckshitup · 6 years

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4. Worst game youve ever playedThe worst ever was Brink. It was supposed to be a parkour-focused class-based shooter a la TF2, but the parlour system was hopeless, the missions weren't fun, the AI was horriy unintelligent, and the whole experience was just awful. And fucking escort missions. Awful.17. What game do you never tell people you play?I mean there are none that I like... Hide that I play them. Other than irls, I guess most people don't know I play smite a lot and have over 1000 hours in game, and I also love the dark souls series but particularly DS3.23. Biggest disappointment in gaming?Other than Brink? I should mention I was looking forward to that game for months before it came out and I was so disappointed in the shitfest it turned out to be.That may actually be the only huge disappointment I've had, although there was one time someone stole a penta kill in smite by taking the last hit from me, and pentas are super fucking rare, like in 3 years I've only gotten one and they took that from me and I literally screamed NOOOOOOOO at the top of my lungs27. Has there ever been a moment that made you cry?countless probably. the only thing that comes to mind right now is gears of war 2 (how does someone cry at a AAA shooter), but Dom had been searching for his wife for years and when they finally reunited, there was a short scene when he hugged her and spun her around and everything seemed fine. but the main char told him to take another look and she was basically a shambled husk who had been tortured for so long she was barely human. that scene genuinely fucked me up

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survivorelsalvador · 7 years

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Richie’s Jury Responses

austin: austin: Okay austin here’s the TEA! Your vote out wasn’t random, it definitely wasn’t because you’re new, and there was a lot of thought and logic and reasoning put into it….. At the one premerge tribal we went to me you ashton lily formed a group and we were trying to decide who to vote out and you expressed disinterest in voting out dana which is cool you said you liked her and that was it because willa got evaced

At the merge boot it looked like it was going to be a 5-5 vote with nicholas/zak/willow/dana/josh voting out ashton and then me/you/chips/lily/ashton voting out josh +kai doing whatever kai was going to do lmao

Veryyyy shortly before the vote lily came to me and said [6/30/17, 9:41:28 PM] Lily Douma: Austin is throwing us under the bus... [6/30/17, 9:41:34 PM] Lily Douma: Told Dana I'm voting for josh

So based on my perception and the information i had been collecting it seemed like you had a relationship with dana and your loyalty to me and “our side” was in question and if 20 minutes before the vote i’m told that youre going to people we weren’t working with and telling them our plan then it would make sense that youre not with us and youre not going to vote with us so a 6-4 vote with me being in the minority was possible and looking more and more realistic.. At that point i knew that i needed to play the idol to save ashton and my reasoning behind voting you out was because all signs were pointing to you were not with me so if you stayed in the game you would not only be a number for the other side but you would be someone who had previously been working with us and had receipts and information that could be used against me so taking you out right then would be smarter so at the last minute i chose what i thought was the most logical game move………….. When the votes were read i saw that you did in fact vote josh out and i had a mini panic attack lmao but yeah there was definitely reasoning behind it i thought you were playing both sides and your actions were making me perceive that you werent committed to working with us so thats why you left… i’m not saying this with any tone btw im not bragging about this being a good move or anything i’m just answering the “why” so that you have the closure and understanding on what was going on in my mind and what went down that lead to you getting voted out

Okay so I know that this was your first tumblr survivor game and im sorry that it ended so abruptly and came so out of nowhere you did deserve better i hope that this experience doesnt spoil your view on tumblr survivor orgs and i know that you need to keep up with wearing your retainers because its important to keep your teeth in tact so that all the money you spent on braces doesnt go to waste learn from my mistakes!!!!!

Josh:

Austin: charlie brown bc nice and genuine but in this game you got shitted on it was very much the defeated womp womp charlie brown

Josh: Finn from adventure time, knows how to kick ass but still likes to have fun Willow: Rory Gilmore, really nice and smart but more complex of a human than that Zak: tbh anyone from it’s always sunny in philadelphia bc youre hilarious and messy and crackedt but somehow still loveable even though theres no real reason for you to be <3 Nicholas: leslie knope i feel like youre super involved in the org community and youre passionate and a little crazy but still fun loving Dana: Annalise Keating from how to get away with murder, bad ass who will say and do anything to get her way and looks great doing it Lily: this was the easiest one for me the second i read your question this was the first one to pop in my head okay if you’re young you might not get this reference but watch this iconic character in tv history sweet kind adorable but watch out when she’s mad lmao https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OsBN9lvmjac

Willow: Hey, Willow! Whatsup? I loved you in one world, but when we got to merge we ended up on opposite sides and during the early stages of merge i tried to keep my distance so that i would avoid being overly deceitful which would likely lead to more bitter feelings of personal betrayal should i make it to the finals. Everything I did in this game was calculated and fueled by logic and reasoning based on my perception, but that doesn’t mean that I played a flaw free perfect game, I’m definitely a self aware bitch and I know that I can be a little cracked’t. Obviously everything worked out to the point where I got to the final 3 so I can’t say that I would do anything differently, however to answer your question, I would say that my biggest mistake would have to be the timing of voting out Austin. There were many things that lead me to making the decision to take him out at that moment in the game, but when the votes were read and I saw that despite all the red flags, he had voted the way he told us he was going to. Okay, now to answer your general questions! This isn’t a good jury favor pageant answer but tbh my favorite part of this game was making the movie poster, I love being creative and storytelling so I just had such a fun time making that. If I were in the jury, so that would make this a final 2 of Chips and Ashton? Right? Is that what you meant? You can’t answer me right now this is a one way conversation I’m having with myself…. But in a f2 of Chips and Ashton, I would vote for Chips. If I weren’t here and I had to pick only one person to be in the finals, I would choose Dana because I think she played one hell of a game. A minor move of mine was during the premerge one world stage. I made sure to try to make somewhat of an impression of people not on my tribe, like Zak Willow Nicholas and Josh, by having at least one brief conversation that coming at merge we wouldn’t be complete strangers, but not too much that I came off as a strong social threat. Okay, I think that I answered all your questions, I hope I did and I hope that my punctuation usage made this easier for you to read because I’ve gotten so many complaints about this before, I type like I think and speak which is just one nonstop cracked rambling with absolutely no structure asdfdsfhjasdfj i tried really hard for you lmao

Zakriah: ICONIC QUESTION kelly wiglesworth 1-10 jury question teas wow…. Okay 3 genuine compliments about you 1) i’m a self centered narcissistic bitch and i think i’m hilarious BUT when we shared the title for best sense of humor in touchy subjects i was like okay true he’s worthy i’m not mad about that 2) this is like our 5th game together but realistically our second game where we’ve interacted and it’s easy to see that youre a well rounded player who knows how to integrate yourself with people you display game sense and ability without coming off as a big threat that needs to be targeted 3) i literally can never tell if you actually hate me or if we’re friends or enemies or frenemies but despite that i still really like you and want to be your friend even if you hate me and idk why so good job on misting me i guess????

nicholas: Kiiiiiiiiiiiing i cant believe youre making me have to chooose ahhhhhh i mean theres just so many for so many different occasions but wow okay i think nothing has ever been as iconic as this http://68.media.tumblr.com/2da6f1baef40ca34d8d800938ba6e940/tumblr_of3p98IyeO1vzwwmeo4_250.gif

dana: Dana queen legendary icon the night you left i knew you were leaving (despite the valiant effort you put into trying to get me and ashton to vote with you and you almost had ashton so thanks for making me put in just that much more work to talk him down from it) but at that point out of respect for you and your game i just was like straight up ill be real with you because you deserve it… and because i knew you were leaving so building you up a little before you go to jury couldnt have hurt ;) BUT FOR REAL the things you did in this game left me shook over and over and over the way you speak and your ability to lay out valid strategic arguments that make it seem like they dont even benefit you its just all about the person youre talking to’s best interest…. Incredible and mesmerizing i LIVE for a binch that doesnt quit and your stamina and determination is truly incredible and ill say all this to you after the game and forever so dont think this is pandering because youve earned your Bad Ass badge for life

lily: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ sorry <3

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The Least I Can Do (Part 3)

Summary: Jensen takes the reader on their second date where she experiences her first con...

Part 1 Part 2

Pairing: Jensen x reader

Word Count: 3,100ish

Warnings: language

A/N: They just keep getting longer somehow...

“Morning sunshine,” said Jensen when you opened your door, a small carry on by his feet.

“Morning,” you said, waving him in. “There’s coffee if you want some.”

“Already made some,” he said, holding up a thermos. “You ready to go?��

“You texted me like three minutes ago saying to pack some clothes and whatever stuff I wanted,” you said, walking past your couch and into your bedroom where your empty backpack sat on the unmade bed.

“Was that not enough time?” he teased.

“Do I need a dress? Nice shoes? A parka? I need to know what this con weekend thing is. Or where it even is,” you said.

“Are you that obsessed with clothes?” he asked and you scowled. Oh, if there was one stereotype you hated as much as the sleeping around underwear model it was the superficial clothes and makeup obsessed thing. “Y/N, relax. It was a joke.”

“Maybe I shouldn’t go,” you said. “We really don’t know much about each other and-”

“If you don’t want to go, then that’s fine. But please don’t change your mind because I tried to tease you and touched a nerve. I don’t think you care about name brands and crap like that really,” he said.

“So,” you said giving him a smile. “Jeans and tees?”

“That’ll be fine. We’re going to a concert tonight too,” he said and you raised an eyebrow.

“Okay, give me ten minutes?” you asked and he smiled, pulling your door shut before you stopped him. “I’m not worried about you seeing my underwear drawer.”

“I don’t want to see my presents early,” he said with a smirk.

“Oh don’t try this cocky flirting game with me Ackles. You’re gonna lose,” you said, watching him hold up his hands.

“I’ll behave for the foreseeable future,” he said. “Let me know when you’re ready to go.”

“Alright. Oh and Jensen?” you asked, watching him whip his body around after heading into your living room. “How much do I owe you for the plane ticket and hotel and stuff?”

“Nothing,” he said. “I didn’t have to pay for it so don’t argue that you should have to.”

“Wait, this is a show thing?” you asked. He nodded as he sat down. “Awesome.”

“Awesome?” he asked, crossing his arms.

“I may or may not have binged like four episodes last night...” you said, walking back into your room to pack.

“So, are you a Sam or Dean girl?” he asked.

“What’s that?” you asked.

“Which one are you attracted to,” he said, a laugh in his words. “I’ve got an idea.”

“Oh, I like John,” you said. “He’s got that hot older guy thing going on.”

“You realize I’m currently older than he was when the show started, right?” asked Jensen.

“You’ve got that hot older guy thing going on ya know,” you said, popping your head out the door with a smirk. “Although you were an adorable baby boy back then. Your voice was so much higher.”

“Is this that flirty tease thing I’m getting now?” he asked. “I’ll give it right back sweetheart.”

“That’s a very Dean thing to say,” you said, walking into your closet and pulling on your airport outfit. A pair of leggings, the first tee in sight and a light hooded jacket. You slipped on your throw away shoes, the ten dollar sneakers that you didn’t give a crap about but held up amazingly well and threw your hair back in a ponytail. You tossed a pair of jeans, three shirts, pajama shorts, some underwear and your to go zip up with all your personal care crap in it. You quickly grabbed headphones, charger and a book before you were zipping it up.

“That was fast,” he said when you walked out after only a few minutes. “You sure you don’t want your laptop?”

“We’ll be busy probably,” you said. You glanced over to your dinner table covered with a few sheets of paper and your computer.

“True. Okay. Everything off, and-”

“I have travelled before,” you said, walking over to your thermostat and turning it down.

“Thankfully it’s not across country today. Only a couple hours down to Arizona,” he said, stepping out before you so you could lock up behind you.

“You still haven’t told me about what a con is Ackles,” you said, testing your door before walking with him.

“If you’re already binging the show, you’re going to have fun.”

“What?” you asked the front desk when you were checking into your hotel early that afternoon.

“We never received a request for a second room. Unfortunately we’re booked up,” they said and you sighed before heading over to where Jensen was talking to Jared in the lobby, waiting to go up to their rooms.

“Um, they don’t have a room for me,” you said, looking out the front doors. “I can try the hotel across the street.”

“Seriously?” said Jared. “They normally don’t screw up stuff like that.”

“I’ll bunk with Jared and you can have my room,” said Jensen, offering a smile. Jared seemed okay with that but you definitely weren’t.

“It’s your room, you should keep it,” you said.

“I mean, you guys could share too. Not like you’re dating or anything...” said Jared, bumping his arm into Jensen.

“It hasn’t even been 24 hours,” said Jensen.

“I’m okay with sharing. We wanted to spend more time with each other. That’s the reason I came in the first place, right?” you asked.

“If he annoys the crap out of you just kick him out and send him to my room,” said Jared, patting your on the back. “Want to meet up in a few hours and grab dinner?”

“Sounds good to me,” you said. “Apparently there’s a concert tonight he’s taking me to so we should be back in time for that.”

“Yeah. I’m sure that’ll be fun for you,” said Jared, sharing some sort of silent look with Jensen. “Later guys.”

“What was that about?” you asked. Jensen threw his arm over your shoulders and started leading you over to the elevators. For a moment you forgot all about the conversation were absolutely focused on all the warm muscle around you.

“Y/N? Hello?” he asked, waving a hand in front of your face. Whoops.

“Um, sorry, zoned out. What’d you say?” you asked, Jensen’s arm moving away to press your floor button and you wished he’d put it back.

“I may or may not be part of the concert tonight. I haven’t decided yet,” he said. You tilted your head up at him to see his green eyes staring back.

“Yes you have you little flirt,” you said.

“I have to make you think I’m cooler than I actually am. I’ll use this to my advantage in any way possible,” he said, bumping into you playfully.

“Right, because tall blonde and handsome isn’t cool,” you teased. Jensen was about to spout off something flirty back but a hand caught the closing doors and his arm quickly fell away. Two young women around your age stepped in, their eyes a little wide. He must not have wanted to draw any attention to you yet.

“Hi,” one of them said to Jensen.

“Hi,” he said back. “You guys here for the con?”

“Yeah, it’s our first one,” said the other women. Jensen seemed genuinely happy as you realized they were both a little nervous to be near him.

“Y/N’s too,” he said, pointing at you. “What floor you guys on?”

“Fifth,” they said, Jensen hitting the button for them.

“Are you going to sing at the concert tonight?” one asked as they got to their floor.

“I was planning on it. Have fun this weekend,” he said, returning the wave they gave him as they slipped out.

“You handled that really well,” you said when you were alone. He shrugged.

“I’m used to it. Most people are super nice. We don’t really do bad stuff or get in trouble so no one bothers us on a day to day basis. No one follows me around or takes my picture. I’m boring. This is the most attention I get really,” he said.

“I like that about you. You’re normal,” you said.

“Let’s see how this weekend goes first and see if I’m worth keeping around.”

“Hey,” said Jensen, hopping backstage after finishing up a song, covered in a thin layer of sweat. “Having fun?”

“I wish you could have seen the exact moment her jaw dropped,” said Jared with a laugh.

“Oh my...you’re like fucking amazing,” you said, not sure where to look at him first. “You look like a rockstar and sound like one and play guitar, not to mention all the acting stuff and-”

“Told you I had to make myself seem cool,” he said, grabbing a drink of water.

“Mission accomplished,” you said, still in awe over him.

“I wonder how long that’ll last,” said Jared, Jensen whacking him with his bottle. “Hey, you got to tease the shit out of me when Gen and I got together. Payback’s a bitch.”

“I was totally in favor of you guys!” said Jensen. “I didn’t do it the second day you knew Gen.”

“I’m making up for lost time,” said Jared. “I mean, I don’t see you saying anything to Y/N for saying how cute your butt looks in those jeans.”

“Jared! You were sworn to secrecy,” you said, slapping his arm.

“I need protection from you two,” he joked. “Besides, we don’t have secrets in this family.”

“He’s right. We don’t. Seriously though, you think I have a cute butt?” asked Jensen with a wink.

“Your cool guy factor is going down you realize,” you said, crossing your arms.

“Twenty seconds. That was longer than I thought,” said Jared, standing and stretching.

“Shudyup,” said Jensen. You listened to a few more songs before the show ended and you stood up to head back to your room. “Woah, where do you think you’re going?” he asked, catching your arm.

“Bed?” you said back.

“If you want to we can. Or we can go out for a few hours,” he said.

“I’m game. Not sure about an old timer like yourself,” you said, Jared raising his eyebrows as Jensen squinted.

“Oh, we’ll see about that.”

“Why is your alarm going off. We went to bed three hours ago,” you groaned.

“Sorry. Morning panel,” he said, his voice thick with sleep but willing himself to get up from the other side of the bed. “You can go back to bed if you want and just see the afternoon one.”

“No, I wanna,” you mumbled, stretching out and slumping back into bed.

“Sure about that?” he asked, pulling off his shirt and walking to the bathroom.

“I’m sure,” you said. You flashed open your eyes and quickly shut them before your eyes started wandering all over him. “Why are you so perfect?”

“I’m really not,” he said. “Something’s obviously not right.”

“Hm?” you asked, sitting up and opening your eyes.

“Forget it. I’ll shower quick then you can have it. Panel starts at 8,” he said.

“Jensen?” you asked. You watched him take a long sip from his coffee just before his and Jared’s panel was supposed to start.

“This one is only thirty minutes or so. Then we can grab breakfast,” he said, offering a smile.

“You just didn’t meet the right person,” you said, his smile falling away. “I don’t think you should feel bad about not having met that person yet.”

“I didn’t say any of that,” he said.

“You didn’t need to,” you said.

“Hopefully I finally met her. Even if she thinks I’m old,” he said, Jared rolling his eyes behind him, mouthing ‘idiot’ at him. “What is Jared doing?” he asked, turning around in his seat to see Jared walking away.

“Oh, just being a good friend,” you said. “Come on, I want to see my first panel.”

“This one is smaller so it’s a good place to start I hope,” said Jensen, standing and holding out a hand for you. You followed until someone pointed out where you could go so you could sneak into the audience. You were surprised at how informal the whole process was, how a simple question led to a story and then another but somehow they always seemed to stay on track. You found yourself wanting more by the time it was over.

“You two are adorable,” you said to the guys when you saw them after they’d finished. “No wonder you play such good brothers.”

“We spend a lot of time together. As you can tell by how much Jared’s been hanging out on our second date,” said Jensen. Jared didn’t take offense and asked if you’d met any of the other people at the con yet. “We’ve been hanging out so not really.”

“Do it before we head home. Everyone’s interested in meeting your new girlfriend,” said Jared.

“I haven’t even asked that yet,” said Jensen, his face heating up the more Jared teased.

“Jared, can you give us a minute?” you asked. You waited for the two of you to be alone in the hall.

“Thanks,” he said. “I know this is probably overwhelming on it’s own and-”

“Do you want to be my boyfriend?” you asked, looking up at confused green eyes. “Yeah, I was talking to you.”

“This isn’t scary or weird to you?” he asked.

“I like you. You like me. We’ll be going on more dates. I think we check off those criteria for boyfriend and girlfriend,” you said, reaching out and taking one of his large hands in yours.

“You’ve got a point,” he said. “I guess we’re together then.”

“I guess we are,” you said back.

“Can I go show you off to my friends now?” he asked with a smile.

“I’d love to.”

“This weekend was a lot of fun,” you said, yawning as you opened your door to your apartment that night. Jensen nodded and yawned in turn.

“I’m really glad you came,” he said. “Maybe you can come to another one if you want.”

“Uh, duh. Those panels were awesome. I’ve definitely got some catching up to do,” you said, tossing your bag down and walking over to your phone on the wall showing a message.

“You are so going to be a Dean girl,” said Jensen, watching you tilt your head curiously. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” you said. “It’s just I haven’t given out this number in ages. The only people who have it is my modeling agency and even then they always call my cell or email, never this one.”

“Well now I’m intrigued. Let’s take a listen,” he said, walking inside and taking a seat on your kitchen counter.

“Let’s hope it’s fast. Walking Dead comes on in like ten minutes,” you said.

“Do you mind if I hang out and watch with you?” he asked, kicking his feet softly.

“No ya little cutie,” you said with a giggle. “Does someone like that show or something?”

“Yeah. Papa Winchester is on it now so of course I gotta watch,” he said.

“Now that’d be a hell of a crossover,” you said, remembering how to listen to your voicemail. It took a few tries before the message came through.

Hi Y/N. I don’t know if you remember me from Friday. I was the director in that orange baseball hat. I just wanted to say thanks for stepping in and helping us out at the last minute.

“That’s nice of him,” you said, turning to Jensen who looked skeptical.

We saw your resume from your agency and the producing team was wondering if you could stop down Monday at 10. We’re obviously doing this by the seat of our pants but if you could come in and read a few lines just to try for us we’d be forever grateful. Your agency said you just finished a contract and this might be a great opportunity for us all if you’re interested. I understand if you don’t want to, this is pretty far out of your normal realm of work. Thanks again.

“Oh,” you said, turning to look at Jensen.

“It’s your decision, not mine,” said Jensen. “Have you ever acted before?”

“The last acting I did was Girl #4 in my fifth grade play,” you said.

“Do you want to try this?” he asked, offering a soft smile. You had enjoyed the three seconds of doing it before. That really was getting to pretend to be someone else, kind of like when you modeled. But it was different. There was a story to it and you were lying to yourself if you said you didn’t want to at least go and try in the morning.

“Yeah, I do,” you said, nodding your head.

“We’ll watch zombies another night,” he said. “You’ve got other homework tonight,” he said, standing and moving over to your couch.

“What homework?” you asked, watching as he turned on your TV and quickly got into Netflix.

“Supernatural silly. If you’re going to read for Dean’s love interest, you should watch some more of the show,” he said, patting the spot next to him.

“Do you...want me to get this part?” you asked, walking over and joining him.

“I get to act that I’m falling for a girl while I’m actually falling for the girl that plays her? Why would I ever want that?” he teased.

“I guarantee I’m going to be awful at this tomorrow,” you said, feeling his arm wrap around your shoulders, pulling you into him.

“You won’t know if you don’t take a chance,” he said.

“When it comes to you and chances they’ve worked out so far. I guess we see what happens tomorrow,” you said. Jensen kissed the top of your head and your face began to hurt from the wide smile that had formed. At least until you started paying attention to the episode.

“Are those kids playing Bloody Mary? That scared the crap out of me as a kid,” you said, snuggling a little closer to Jensen.

“This one still creeps me out,” he said. “Obviously we should watch with the lights off.”

“If I get nightmares I blame you Ackles,” you said.

“If you get nightmares, just call me and I’ll pop down and sleep on your couch. Make sure nothing bad gets you,” he said, wrapping both arms around you and squeezing you gently.

“You can always just crash here just in case,” you said, letting him decide if he wanted to stay over.

“Good idea,” he said with a nod. “Now we should be quiet seeing as there’s a ridiculously good looking man on the screen,” he said.

“I’ll let Jared know you think so fondly of him,” you said.

“Shudyup and learn how cocky but good of a guy Dean Winchester can be.”

A/N: Read Part 4 here!

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