#speaking of school :D my friend just texted me saying we have a test today :D

[spooky-scary-bumblebees]

hey guys! so it’s been a minute, sorry about that!! i probably should’ve mentioned earlier that im really good at randomly disappearing for unspecific amounts of time.. sorry. here, have a very zoomed in picture of a tiny pikachu i drew during my english class to make up for it :D !

for real though, i do wanna post here more cause it’s pretty fun talking to the handful of you who listen to what i have to say for some reason?? dunno why y’all do, but i really really appreciate it :)

#art :D ? #can i even call this art haha ;-; ? #honestly this is probably the best y’all are gonna get from me #but genuinely i will try to post more :0 #school has just been ruthless already and it hasn’t even been a month yet #speaking of school :D my friend just texted me saying we have a test today :D #well that’s awesome i’m gonna go cry now /s /hj #i hope you all have a lovely rest of your day/night! #and remember that you are deserving of love!!

[ouyangzizhensdad]

I just saw a post saying nhs has an inferiority complex and I'm?? Confused?? I always thought he was fine with being weaker in terms of cultivation, maybe I missed something

Hi anon,

I have to say, I struggle as well to figure out where people are getting this from the text. I think, oftentimes, people don't actually pay attention to what the text provides us in terms of characterisation as a whole, but take elements of what makes the character or which happens to them and simply extrapolate how they themselves would feel in that situation as a means of understanding the character. I can easily imagine how a reader would think: wow, if I had low cultivation in a world that values it (and within a clan that values strength even more so!) and a brother who was not only super strong and admired but who wanted me to fit into that role, and then found myself having to fill his shoes after his sudden death, I'd feel some sort of inferiority complex. I think that's the same reason you see so much people insisting WWX has self-esteem issues.

The thing about NHS is that, as a youth, we never saw him value high cultivation or "academic" achievements (not sure how to otherwise call his time at CR but there is probably a better word for it) or brute strength. He's afraid of consequences from his brother for failing at the CR, as we see here:

Although the brothers were not born from the same mother, their relationship was quite solid. Nie Mingjue had always taught his younger brother with extreme harshness, particularly caring for his studies. This was why, even though Nie Huaisang respected his older brother, he was the most scared of Nie Mingjue mentioning his schoolwork.

and here:

Although he didn’t understand a single bit as he listened in class, Nie Huaisang worked as hard as a slave when the date of the test approached. He copied Virtue two times for Wei Wuxian, and begged before the test, “Please, Wei-xiong, if my grade is lower than yi, my brother would really break my legs! Stuff like telling apart direct lineage, collateral lineage, main clan, clan branches… For us disciples from big clans, we can’t even distinguish our relationships with our own relatives, randomly calling everyone who are more than two tiers away from us aunts and uncles. Does anyone have enough capacity in their brain to remember those of other clans?!”

After thinking for a few moments, an expression of envy and yearning appeared on Nie Huaisang’s face, “To be honest, Wei-xiong’s words were quite interesting. Spiritual energy can only be obtained through cultivation and taking great pains to form a golden core (金丹). It would take I-don’t-know-how-many years to do, especially for someone like me, whose talent seems as if it was gnawed by a dog when I was in my mother’s womb. But, resentful energy are from the fierce ghosts. If they can easily be taken and used, it would be beyond wonderful.”

[...] . If disciple from a prominent clan forms the core at a later age, it would be a disgrace to tell other people of it, yet Nie Huaisang didn’t feel ashamed at all. Wei Wuxian also laughed, “I know, right? No harm comes from using it.”

The only moment that I can find that could tangentially be used to suggest that NHS has an inferiority complex could be this one, where NHS wants to avoid LXC's questioning about how his studies are going (and WWX picking up on his cues like a good friend to redirect the conversation). However, when you consider the whole context of the scene, it’s not because NHS feels self-conscious but because he’s afraid LXC is going to report to his brother that he’s not working hard at his studies:

Lan Xichen turned to him, “Huaisang, a while ago, as I returned from Qinghe, your brother asked of your studies. How is it? This year, will you be able to pass?”

Nie Huaisang replied, “Generally speaking, yes…” He seemed like a wilted cucumber, looking at Wei Wuxian in a helpless way. Wei Wuxian grinned, “Zewu-Jun, what are you two going out for?”

[...] Nie Huaisang also wanted to join in, but he had been reminded of his older brother as he met Lan Xichen. Cringing silently, he didn’t dare to have fun, “I’ll pass and go back so that I can review…” With this act, he hoped that Lan Xichen would put in some good words for him to his brother.

NHS seems very industrious at finding ways not to have to do anything that relates to cultivation or to leading a sect, and that is linked once more to the fact that he does not want to do these things (so not a case where we could say he’s self-sabotaging because he fears failure):

Lan Xichen took Nie Huaisang’s saber into his qiankun sleeve, “Huaisang has been using the excuse that he left his saber at home. Now he will have no excuses for lazing around.”

or here

“Nie Huaisang!”

Nie Huaisang fell at once.

He really did fall to his knees from the terror. He only staggered up after he finished kneeling, “D-d-d-da-ge.”

Nie Mingjue, “Where is your saber?”

Nie Huaisang cowered, “In… in my room. No, in the school grounds. No, let me… think…”

Wei Wuxian could feel that Nie Mingjue almost wanted to hack him dead right there, “You bring a dozen fans with you wherever you go, yet you don’t even know where your own saber is?!”

Nie Huaisang hurried, “I’ll go find it right now!”

[...]

In a hurry, Nie Huaisang dropped a few fans on the ground. Jin Guangyao picked them up for him and put them into his arms, “Huaisang’s hobbies are quite elegant. He’s dedicated to art and calligraphy, and has no propensity for mischief. How can you say that they’re useless?”

Nie Huaisang nodded as fast as he could, “Yes, Brother is right!”

Nie Mingjue, “But sect leaders have no need for such things.”

Nie Huaisang, “I’m not going to be a sect leader, though. You can be it, Da-ge. I’m not doing it!”

or here

Nie Mingjue was on the school ground, teaching and supervising Nie Huaisang’s saberwork in person. He did not acknowledge Jin Guangyao, so he stood at the edge of the field, waiting with respect. Since Nie Huaisang was quite uninterested and the sun was bright, he was rather half-hearted, complaining that he was tired after just a few moves. He beamed as he got ready to go to Jin Guangyao and see what presents he brought this time. In the past, Nie Mingjue would only frown at such things, but today he was angered, “Nie Huaisang, do you want this strike to land on your head?! Get back here!”

If only Nie Huaisang were like Wei Wuxian and could feel how great Nie Mingjue’s rage was, he wouldn’t grin in such a bold way. He protested, “Da-ge, the time is up. It’s time to rest!”

Nie Mingjue, “You rested just thirty minutes ago. Keep on going, until you learn it.”

Nie Huaisang was still giddy, “I won’t be able to learn it anyways. I’m done for the day!”

He often said this, but today Nie Mingjue’s reaction was entirely different from his past reaction. He shouted, “A pig would’ve learnt this by now, so why haven’t you?!”

Never expecting Nie Mingjue to burst out so suddenly, Nie Huaisang’s face was blank with shock as he shrunk toward Jin Guangyao. Seeing the two together, Nie Mingjue was even more provoked, “It’s been one year already and you still haven’t learnt this one set of saber techniques. You stand on the field for just thirty minutes and you’re complaining that you’re tired. You don’t have to excel, but you can’t even protect yourself! How did the QingheNie Sect produce such a good-for-nothing! The both of you should be tied up and beaten once every day. Carry out all those things in his room!”

The last sentence was spoken to the disciples standing by the side of the field. Seeing that they had gone, Nie Huaisang felt as though he was on pins and needles. A moment later, the row of disciples really did bring out all the fans, paintings, porcelain from his room. Nie Mingjue had always threatened to burn his room, but he had never actually burned them. This time, though, he was serious. Nie Huaisang panicked. He threw himself over, “Da-ge! You can’t burn them!”

Noticing that the situation wasn’t good, Jin Guangyao also spoke, “Da-ge, don’t act on impulse.”

Yet, Nie Mingjue’s saber had already striked. All of the delicate objects piled at the center of the field erupted in roaring flames. Nie Huaisang wailed and plunged into the fire to save them. Jin Guangyao hurried to pull him back, “Huaisang, be careful!”

With a sweep of Nie Mingjue’s hand, the two blanc de chine antiques shattered into pieces in his palms. The scrolls and paintings had already turned into dust in a split second. Nie Huaisang could only watch blankly as the much loved items that he had gathered throughout the years vanish into ashes. Jin Guangyao grabbed his hands to examine them, “Are they burnt?”

He turned to a few disciples, “Please prepare some medicine first.”

The disciples answered and left. Nie Huaisang stood at the same place, his entire body trembling as he looked over at Nie Mingjue, pupil encircled by veins. Seeing that his expression wasn’t right, Jin Guangyao put his arm around his shoulders and whispered, “Huaisang, how are you feeling? Stop watching. Go back to your room and have some rest.”

Nie Huaisang’s eyes brimmed red. He didn’t even make a sound. Jin Guangyao added, “It’s alright even if the things are gone. Next time I can find you more…”

Nie Mingjue interrupted, his words like ice, “I’ll burn them each time he brings them back into this sect.”

Anger and hatred suddenly flashed across Nie Huaisang’s face. He threw his saber onto the ground and yelled, “Then burn them!!!”

Jin Guangyao quickly stopped him, “Huaisang! Your brother is still angry. Don’t…”

Nie Huaisang roared at Nie Mingjue, “Saber, saber, saber! Who the fuck wants to practice the damn thing?! So what if I want to be a good-for-nothing?! Whoever that wants to can be the sect leader! I can’t learn it means I can’t learn it and I don’t like it means I don’t like it! What’s the use of forcing me?!”

I'm not saying he didn't have a hard time during the first moment of him taking over a leadership role in the sect after the sudden death of his brother (ultimately we can wonder whether the yiwensanbuzhi persona originated then, as he could have felt overwhelmed and actually didn't have the answers needed for the position he didn't prepare for--or whether it was always a pure fabrication to serve his goals), but I don't think we can chalk it up to an inferiority complex.

In the past, Wei Wuxian and Nie Huaisang studied together, so there were a few things he could comment about this person. Nie Huaisang wasn’t an unkind person. It wasn’t that he was not clever, but that his heart was set somewhere else and used his smarts on other areas, such as painting on fans, searching for birds, skipping classes, and catching fish. Because his talent in terms of cultivation really was poor, he formed his core around eight or nine years later than the other disciples of the same generation as him. When he lived, Nie Mingjue was often exasperated by the fact that his brother didn’t meet his expectations, so he disciplined him strictly. Despite this, he still didn’t improve much. Now, without his older brother protecting and supervising him, under his lead, the QingheNie Sect declined day by day. After he grew up, especially after he became the sect leader, he was often troubled by all kinds of affairs unfamiliar to him and looked for helpers everywhere, mainly his brother’s two sworn brothers. One day he’d go to Jinling Tower to complain to Jin Guangyao, and the next day he’d go to the Cloud Recesses to whine to Lan Xichen. With the two leaders of the Jin and Lan Sects supporting him, he still barely managed to settle on the sect leader position. Nowadays, whenever people mentioned Nie Huaisang, although they didn’t say anything on the surface, the same phrase was written on their faces—good-for-nothing.

And after NHS pieced together what happened to his brother and set out on a path to revenge, I don't see how someone who is so sharp and deceptive and able to reach his goals while hiding behind a facade the entire time would feel "inferior".

#anon ask #nhs #mdzs #mdzs meta

[sckyie]

song: driver’s license by olivia rodrigo

word count: 2.5k

genre + warnings: angst; swearing, fear of driving, reminiscing in old memories

pronouns used: she/her

a/n: this was orignially supposed to just be an imagine inspired by the song, not apart of the song series but it fits too well to not change oikawa’s song. i also wrote this for @kybabi​​ bc i love her :D n e wayz enjoy :) (part 2)

"So here you're going to turn and he'll make you do a parallel park in the street. You remember how to do that right?" Oikawa asked as he guided you to the next turn. As you turn the steering wheel, you spot a crowded curbside.

"No, can you please please park for me? I hate parallel parking," You pleaded.

"Only because you asked so nicely," He teased.

Ever since you told your best friend that you wanted to learn how to drive, Oikawa never let it go whenever you wanted to hang out. Having you drive him around for practice and giving you tips as you went. He's helped you a ton while you drove around, the only issues you had were parallel parking and merging onto the highway.

"Maybe we should try the highway again," Oikawa said after you two switched seats.

"Are you asking for a death wish?" You joked. "I drive too slow and I'm scare to merge into lanes."

"We can practice on smaller freeways if you want," He asks.

"No," You growled.

It was always a terrifying thing to drive on the highway. You always saw those horrid accidents and feared being in one. Oikawa would always put his hand on your thigh as you merged to calm you down. Just having him be there was enough to get you to get onto the highway. All your fears just faded with him beside you.

Just having this intimate driving lesson with him was enough for you. You grew to fall in love in your best friend. A cliché thing, yet you couldn't say anything. Only you and your girl friends knew about your big crush. It was a funny thing, falling for your childhood best friend. Iwaizumi always joked about you doing so but you never admitted to liking Oikawa. What would that do to your friendship?

Today was the day, it was your test day. The scariest thing you anticipated was finally here. The thing you practiced days on end with Oikawa. The thing that could either make or break you. Today, you'd either come out with your license or you'll be walking home.

The nerves crept up your body like spiders leaving a trail of anxiety webs. You bounced you leg as you waited in the lobby looking out for your driving instructor. As your sweaty palms go to check the time, you notice a text message from Oikawa.

butthead: hey! good luck on your test today!

That's what cooled you down. A simple saying of good fortune will help, right? Sure enough, the test was a breeze, minus the parallel parking as it was the one mistake you got. You happily drove home to tell the news to your parents.

"Have you told Tooru yet?" Your mom asked.

"I'll wait until my actual driver license to prove to him I got it," You smiled.

"You like him don't you?" Your mom gestured to the joy on your face. "I can tell."

"No," You looked away from your mom as she raised her eyebrow. "Okay, maybe but you can't say anything. I'm going to my room now." She chuckled as you dragged you feet to your room.

Two weeks passes and you finally received your license in the mail. You smiled happily down at your new card as you walked outside the school building. You looked up to search for your best friend. Your eyes scanned the courtyard before landing on Iwaizumi. Assuming Oikawa was nearby, you headed towards him.

"Hey Iwa, where's Oiks?" You asked. Iwaizumi raised up his hand and pointed across to the gate. You looked over to find Oikawa talking to Kasumi, a classmate of yours.

"He's asking her to go on a date with him again," Iwaizumi says.

Again? He's done it before?

"Are they dating?" You ask.

"Not yet, Oikawa wants to ask her to be his girlfriend on the date," Iwa explains. "What's that?" He points to your hands as you fiddled with the corner of your driver's license.

"Oh," You said solemnly. "I got my license."

You waved goodbye to your childhood friend before going into he parking lot. Without thinking, you started the car and just began to drive. Out of the school and onto who knows where. Your mind grew blank as you drove.

How could he not mention Kasumi to you? He used to tell you everything but lately he'd been so distant. Maybe that's why he hasn't texted you all week, you thought. Who could blame him for liking Kasumi? She's so pretty and not to mention how smart she is. She's the class representative and she's one of the nicest girls around.

You fell for the one man you shouldn't have. It was too late to even confess how you felt. He was already falling for another while you were left behind. You felt a sharp pain in your chest as you drove by familiar buildings.

The laundromat where you and Oikawa would go to help with the laundry. You both would end up messing around and your parents would have to kick you two out. You and Oikawa would go across the street to the convenience store to buy steamed buns.

He doesn't like you.

The library where you would wait for Oikawa to finish practice so you two could study together. He'd bring you a bottle of tea and some sort of snack to keep you from burning out. Those study dates where you'd stay until the library was closed.

Give up, stop thinking of him.

The ramen restaurant where Oikawa would take you if he won a game. It was a great celebration and you two had made so many memories there. You two had gone there so often, he convinced the owner that you were his girlfriend.

Let him go.

All the feelings you had for him began to ache in your heart as you reminisced in the memories. You gripped tighter on the wheel as you saw an highway exit. "Fuck," You whispered as you merged into the fast lane. Suddenly all those fears you had of driving, just disappeared. You felt this peace as your eyes locked on the long highway. It was like, nothing hurt anymore. Your tensed shoulders relaxed, yet you felt tears roll down your cheeks. You took deep breaths as you drove attempting to stop your tears.

Soon enough, driving on the highway had shifted from a phobia to an escape. Everyday after school, rather than meeting up with Oikawa and Iwaizumi before practice, you'd drive on the highway and on backroads. It was the only thing that kept you sane when you see Kasumi with Oikawa together.

You became accustomed to the fast pace of the highways. Occasionally you'd speed if you felt some type of pain grow in your chest. You'd blast music to drown out any thoughts or feelings you had. You knew Oikawa could never be yours, so why bother crying over him, right? The thought of being around him began to make you uncomfortable. If you kept your distance, you wouldn't get hurt. You wouldn't be considered a distraction.

butthead: hey?

you: what's up?

butthead: it's been a while since i've seen you :( i miss my best friend

you: are you sure you mean to text me or iwa?

butthead: you, y/n i miss hanging with you

butthead: you didn't come to the restaurant after our game

you: i was busy, sorry

butthead: :(

you: i gotta go, ill talk to you later

Oikawa sighed at his phone and looked across the table to Iwaizumi. "Have you talked to Y/n lately?" He asked.

"Yeah, she borrowed gas money from me," Iwa says before slurping his noodles.

"Gas money? She got her license?" Oikawa tilts his head. "How long has it been?"

"A month? You got caught up with Kasumi," Iwaizumi says.

"Hmph," Oikawa huffed as he sipped his drink. He'd been spending so much time with Kasumi that he forgot about you. Or was it, you started to forget about him? He glances at the window behind Iwa and noticed a familiar car parking.

You parked your car across the street of the restaurant next to a convenience store. You quickly got out and went into the store looking for something to drink. As you began to scan the fridge, you heard the door open. "Y/n?" You turned to find Oikawa.

"What are you doing here?" You turned back to grab a soda.

"Iwa came to eat with me since you didn't make it," Oikawa says. "He's still there, did you want to join us?"

"No thanks, I'm kinda busy at the moment," You say dully. Oikawa goes to speak but you had already walked to go pay for your drink. "Later Oikawa."

"Oikawa?" He watched as you left the store and into your car. He follows suit and watched you speed off. Oikawa quickly makes his way back to the restaurant and seats himself disgruntled. "Y/n called me Oikawa..."

"That's your name isn't it?" Iwaizumi raised his eyebrow.

"She always calls me Oiks or Ru, never Oikawa," He says. "Did I do something wrong?"

Iwaizumi shrugged even though he knew the answer well enough. After Oikawa had asked Kasumi to be his girlfriend, your demeanor had changed. Iwa was the first to notice too. Typically, after school you'd see the duo before practice started, yet since you learnt Oikawa had eyes for another, you stopped.

One day, Iwaizumi decided to follow after you when school was over. He trailed behind as you walked to your car door. You pulled open the door handle only for Iwa to shut the door immediately after. You turned to find Iwaizumi with scrunched eyebrows. "What's wrong with you?" He asked. "Why haven't you came by before practice?"

"No reason, I'm just busy," You lied.

"Liar, what's wrong?" He asks yet you remained silent. "I won't tell Shittykawa just tell me why you're being so distant...and also why your eyes are always puffy."

You paused before answering, "I'm just...upset with Oikawa...and Kasumi.."

"Do you..?" Iwaizumi implied. You nod and looked at the ground. "What have you been doing since you found out about them?"

"Driving," You sighed. "Just driving...It's keep me off my mind all week. I bear the fact that he looks so happy with her and not...me. God I'm so stupid."

"Don't say that-" Iwa started but you immediately lashed out.

"It's true! I was too late to confess! And I fell for the one boy I can't have!" You felt tears well up in your eyes. "I can't even drive by certain places without getting upset. I take backroads and I avoid them completely. I hate driving by his house but it's the only way to my own. He just treats me like another fucking fan girl! I'm just so stupid for falling for my best friend." Since that day, Iwaizumi kept to his promise. Not word about your feelings were said to Oikawa.

butthead: hey are you busy right now ?

you: no, what's up?

butthead: can you help me with something?

you: depends

butthead: meet me at the library so i can tell you more :)

You locked you phone and tossed it into your passenger's seat. You looked up to see the light change to green, allowing you to speed into the highway. Your hands rested at the bottom of the wheel as you drove. The slow, lo-fi music surrounded your car as you drove which let you get out of your trapped mind.

It was a crazy thought to think that you and Oikawa were so excited to drive together. Yet now all you want to do is drive alone. You turned up the volume of your music as you merged into your neighborhood. You leaned further back into your seat as you were driving around the suburbs. You glance at the white cars lining one street leading to the library. You scoffed at the sight as a repressed memory resurfaced.

"Why do you like white cars so much?" You chuckled.

"Because they look clean and nice? Sorry I don't like your basic silver car," Oikawa raised his hand to block your face.

"I'm basic? Says the one who wants an automatic," You pretend to throw up to mock him.

"For someone who can't drive yet, you talk big," Oikawa pats your head only to be smacked a few seconds late. Oikawa drapes his arm over you as you walked down the street to the library The entire walk was filled with mocking and talking about the future. "Let me teach you how to drive, that way we could go out together more."

You finally arrived at the library, spotting Oikawa before parking the car. He watches as you easily parallel park and is stunned by how casual you are as you drove. You set out and approach him. Oikawa holds out a snack to you but you politely refuse.

"Let's go inside?" He asks. You shrugged and followed him in. Rather than sitting beside him like usual, you sat across from him. You still had those feelings for him but you couldn't stand sitting next to him. Your heart was pounding out of your chest as you anticipated his next words. "I was wondering if you could help me with Kasumi?"

Ouch.

"With what?" You ask.

"I want to give her a gift, right?" He starts. "A gift that goes along with me telling her I love her."

He loves her?

Your heart aches but you decide to move past that. "Isn't it a bit early to say I love you?"

"Well, we were long time friends before we started dating and I feel like it's the right time to, y'know?" Oikawa leans forward on the table. "Can you help me find a gift?"

This feels familiar. Helping him find a gift for a girl that isn't you. It seems like anytime he does have a crush he'd come to you for advice. This is the first time that you didn't want to give into his favors.

"No," You sighed.

"No? Wait why not?" He raised his eyebrows at you.

"Because," Say it. "Because I-"

"Because?" Oikawa tilts his head at your response.

"Because I can't keep doing things like this for you," You stood up and began heading for the entrance. Oikawa followed afterwards as he could see the pain in your voice.

"Y/n, talk to me, we haven't talked in forever. Tell me what's wrong," He says as you exit the library. You ignore his voice and reached for your car door. He grabs your arm but you shove him off.

"Would you just- leave me alone?" You snapped. "I don't want to help you, okay?"

"What did I do?" Oikawa was beyond confused at your response.

"I- You- Ugh! Just go away, I don't want to see you!" Your voice cracked as the suppressed feelings began to rise again.

"Why not!" Oikawa grabbed your arm again, this time you weren't able to break free.

"Because I fucking loved you idiot!" You yelled. Hot tears streamed down your cheeks as you stopped struggling in his hold. Oikawa paused and stared at you in wonder.

"You...loved me?" He asked.

"I still fucking love you! God, I hate you- I just- Let go!" You pulled off him. "I'm leaving. If you try to stop me, I'm never speaking to you again." You wiped your tears as you entered your car. Driving off into the neighborhood, crying at the red lights knowing you could've ruined your whole friendship.

Oikawa watched as you sped off. Those words lingered in his ear as he stared down at his hand where you let go. His mind was lost in thought, how could his best friend love him? Was he that blind that he couldn't see your admiration? "She...loves me?" He thought.

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[simpsiren]

trailer of you

park jisung x reader

main masterlist

description. “Will a 30 second trailer really tell you everything you need to know about a person and know what you’re getting yourself into?” The only question that resonates in my head after my smooth relationship with the guy next door started to get rocky. Judging from his trailer, he seemed normal at first glance. Should I even open my heart to him? I trusted him too quickly with his baby face and sweet words, only to find him hurt my heart with his expertly hidden agenda.

genre. college!au, trailer!au, strangers to lovers!au, betrayal but soon get back together typa au cudndjdn 

warnings. nonee

a/n. as you can probably tell the idea came from the 30 seconds trailer trend on tiktok and i liked the concept so i wanted to try it out! this is my first time writing jisung HAHA other than that this is going to be a long ass ff so buckle up! :D 

“Did you know?”

I groaned as I heard Jaemin speak. “Dont tell me you have another mind blowing discovery fact that I just had to know.” I waved my hands around in the air jokingly as i kept my back towards Jaemin and continue writing my essay on my laptop.

I’ve been friends with Na Jaemin for a long time. Probably too long. Ever since I got to meet him in high school due to being in the same mathematics class and sitting next to each other almost everyday, it didn’t take the two us long to become close and soon, best friends.

Of course the two best friends decided to attend the same college together. At the very least, not all our classes were the same. The only class Jaemin and I signed up together was psychology, since we both shared an interest in that field. Apart from that, we went about pursuing our other interests. For me, it was modern dance while Jaemin decided to take some class about Geography, a subject I just seem to never come to like.

To top it off, we got a room in college together as well. Might seem weird to others since almost everyone shares a room with the same gender but then again, it felt completely normal for us.

On days like these where the two of us ended our classes around the same time, we would usually stay in for the day and just hang out.

“So you know how the room beside us is empty?” Jaemin sat up from his bed while I spun my chair around to face him. I rolled your eyes clearly at him, making him snicker.

“It’s not another ghost story i swear!” Jaemin lifted his arms up in the air in defence. I chuckled and raises my eyebrows, motioning him to continue and elaborate.

“I found out that a new student apparently enrolled.” Jaemin sayed nonchalantly, moving to the edge of the wall and letting his back lean on it.

I shrugged. “So?”

Jaemin folded his arms and gave me an unimpressed look.

“High chance he or she will move in next door.” Jaemin clicked his tongue. I turned my chair back to face my desk and resumed typing on my keyboard.

“Not to be rude, Jaemin, but that fact is practically irrelevant to me.” I mumbled, loud enough for him to hear. “Who knows?! He or she might get possessed by the spirit lingering in that room!” Jaemin retorted. I heard the bed creaking as he stood up and took two wide steps to reach my desk, his hand placed on the headrest of my chair and having him bent down beside me.

“You said this wasn't another ghost story.” I bore my eyes at Jaemin. I shook my head and pressed my finger down on the period key, signalling the end of my paragraph for today. I let out a sigh of satisfaction as I used my mouse to scroll through my essay, scanning over my sentences and paragraphs briefly before proceeding to shut down my laptop.

“I get that you hear banging on the walls but that happens in basically every apartment.” I added on, standing up from my chair and walking to the kitchen to find something to eat in the fridge. Jaemin followed closely behind me.

“Okay yes well apart from that...” Jaemin pauses for a moment while I went to the fridge and pulled out a packet of KitKat. As i peel the wrapper off, I jerk my head up with raised brows. “That...” I repeated his last word to signal him to finish his sentence. “We should make friends with him or her.”

I kept silent as I started to think about Jaemin’s idea. Making friends? It’s not my thing, never has either. The only person I would consider to be my friend is Jaemin. Other people whom i’ve met were just merely people I consider acquaintances. College was no different. Jaemin is clearly the more outgoing among the two of us. Having plenty of friends and quite high of a social status within the college. It was he who had to force me to socialise by bringing me to parties or outings with his friends, though the only group of friends he have that i seem to get along with decently are his hockey friends.

“I guess that’ll be okay?” I reply, the tone of doubt that i tried to hide away somehow shined through. Jaemin pat my head as I break the KitKat into two, unconsciously giving Jaemin the other half and taking a bite of mine. “It will be. Remember, I’m always there to guide you if you feel the awkwardness” Jaemin reassures me, lifting his half of the KitKat in the air before taking a bite. He grins happily, a feature of his I will never get tired of. His ray of sunshine and liveliness has always been a vital part of our friendship. I truly appreciate the fact that he always has a happy aura around him to get me through college.

“Do you know when the student’s moving in?” I ask, leaning my hip against the kitchen counter. Jaemin copied my posture and nodded his head. “I heard from Jeno that they’ll be moving in tomorrow.” Jaemin quickly finished his KitKat and washed his hand. I wasn’t even half done through my stick.

Shaking off the excess water on his hands, Jaemin walks back to the kitchen counter. “I’ll text you when I end for the day and we can meet him together.” I only shrug my shoulders in response, finally finishing the stick and throwing the plastic wrapper into the trashcan and washing my hands. I heard Jaemin’s footsteps going away from me as I assumed he went to the living room, hearing the television switching on.

I took my seat beside Jaemin as he opened up Netflix, browsing through different movies we could watch on our free day. “We can see his trailer as well. I really hope it’s not boring like many others.”

In my opinion, all the trailers of the people I came into contact with were really boring. It didn’t seemed to peak an interest in me and I overall felt that I wouldn’t be able to fit myself into their life as my life just didn’t seem to fit well with theirs. Jaemin was the only one who had a trailer whom I found interesting and I immediately thought that I could be close to him. Hence, becoming best friends.

“You’re just way too unique. Honestly when I saw your trailer it made me think Looks like I'm the only one who can fit into her lifestyle. And now look. I’m your only best friend.” I smacked Jaemin in the chest, making him let out a wince in pain. Lucky for him, he was used to my beatings and recovered right away.

I shook my head as a waved a finger in front of him. “Nuh-uh yours was as weird as mine. You don't know know how skeptical I was watching your trailer.” I retorted with a scoff.

I tried making myself comfortable while Jaemin was still browsing the movie section. With impatience taking over my body, I snatched the controller away from him and decided to choose a horror movie that had an interesting cover with an intriguing synopsis.

“Both our trailers were weird, and that’s why we’re a match made in heaven.”

“No shit, dork.” I lay my head on Jaemin’s shoulder as the two of us grew silent and paying our attention onto the tv screen.

Classes today went by as usual. Not surprised by the fact that I received my results for my History of Architecture test and earning an A+. It always felt so good when my hard work of staying up and having daily night long sessions of completing workload paid off. Well, it was mainly my determination but also Jaemin’s ability to get me my milk tea from Liho that pushed me through those sleepless nights.

I finally ended my last class. I was packing up my stuff when someone bumped into me, i assumed accidentally as he walked away without even reacting to the fact that he bumped into me and caused me to drop my pencil case and having my stationery falling out.

I scoffed in amusement. “Rude, much?” I mumbled to myself as I brought my gaze upwards from the floor to see the back of the person who caused me this mess.

He was wearing a black backpack and a black jean jacket which had green accents on it, along with black jeans and a pair of Classic Old Skool Vans. I creased my forehead as I quickly shrugged it off, not wanting to make a big deal out of it and went back to packing my bag.

“You sound annoyed. Sorry i guess.” My eyes blinked rapidly as I heard a voice. I knew from the guy who bumped into me as i heard his footsteps coming back to my direction.

It irritated me how he sounded arrogant and had a somewhat husky voice. Though I thought it was the kind of voice where the owner of it would be bright and lively like Jaemin, but dangerous once you anger them. I wanted to take a look at his face but he was soon out of my sight as he exited the classroom.

While i was walking out of class and making my way down the halls, I took out my phone and texted Jaemin to ask where he’s at. After not receiving a reply, which was odd since he has always been able to reply my texts in the matter of seconds, I only assumed he had an important matter to attend to or his class was being extended. So, I decided to head back to our room.

I unlocked the door and headed inside, tossing my bag onto the chair near my desk and throwing myself onto my bed, letting out a long sigh as i felt the comfort of my bed, grabbing my stuffed toy fox to indulge myself with even more comfort.

Bringing out my phone that I had in my hand, I got comfortable in my bed and started to play on my phone till Jaemin finally sent me a reply. I opened the chat instantly.

nAnA 😤🙄✌️: Hey sorry for not replying. Class got extended. I’m heading back to our room. You’re there right?

y/n: yeah i am. see you soon dork <3

I put my phone under my pillow as I look down to my fluffy stuffed toy fox. I got lost in its beaded eyes as i start wondering about how the person next door is like. More importantly, how his or her trailer would look like. What kind of moments would the trailer show that could describe their life story in 30 seconds?

My thoughts got cut off when i heard the door open, knowing it was Jaemin. He closes the door behind him and throws his bag off to the side of his bed and walking towards me to take a seat at the edge of my bed. I knew he was about to tell me about how we should be going to meet our new neighbour but before he opened his mouth, I lifted my hand up to put his words on hold.

“Do you even know what time he or she ends today?” I asked, sitting up straight and hugging my stuffed toy close to my chest.

“Firstly, it’s a male. Secondly, I found out that he’s in the same elective as Mark, he told me that it’s their last class for the day so they should be finished by now.” Jaemin rambled on as he glanced at the time on his phone’s home screen.

“You seriously have way too many connections with way too many people.”

Jaemim chuckled. “It’s not wrong to have connections that would never fail to benefit you.”

I shrugged and pushed Jaemin off my bed so i could get up, planting a quick kiss on my stuff toy before placing it neatly in front of my pillow. I looked towards the body length mirror in between the two beds to adjust my clothes. I then tilt my head up to Jaemin. “Shall we go then?”

Jaemin nodded. I grabbed my usual essentials as Jaemin opened the door for me and we headed out.

It only took us about 6 steps to reach the room where our unknown neighbour lies behind the door. However, I also started wondering if he’s even in his room or not. Who knows? He could be busy and hasn’t arrived yet.

Regardless, Jaemin took the initiative to knock on his door. The two of us could only wait silently as we didn’t seem to get an immediate answer. Jaemin bobbed his shoulders and knocked on the door one more time. We waited, again, longer than previously.

I was about to open your mouth to tell Jaemin that he’s probably not in his room until he puts a finger in front of me as he leaned towards the door. I paused my actions as I could hear footsteps from the other side of the door coming close.

Finally the door opens, revealing a blonde haired guy who looked like he had just woken up from his slumber. His eyes were half opened as he rubbed one of them with his hand while the other hand ran through his hair. He shakes his head as he widened his eyes to focus on the two strangers in front of him.

I scanned him up and down. Taking notes on his posture, actions and appearance. As my eyes went down, I took a look at his outfit. It matched to the guy who bumped into me at the end of class.

“Quinn?” He asked while he yawned. I tilted my head in confusion.

“Oh you know Quinn?” Jaemin asked back, surprised as he pointed his finger at you.

He looked taken aback for awhile trying to process the situation. I started wondering how he knew my name.

“Uh yeah. I’m in her Architecture class.”

“But how do you know-“

“I saw your name on your notebook when i bumped into you.”

Jaemin cocked an eyebrow as he noticed an unknown tension.

“So what’s your name? Im Na Jaemin, and as you know, she’s Quinn.” Jaemin introduced, his hand gesturing to me. I barely bowed my head to greet him. “Park Jisung.” Jisung introduced himself, shoving his hands into his pockets. It made a clear voiceless statement that he didn’t want to shake our hands or have any form of contact.

“We live next door to you so i guess we’ll be seeing each other often. Especially Quinn.”

Jisung doesn’t reply, constantly switching gazes between me and Jaemin, probably having the same idea as us. Jaemin however was the first one to speak up. “Could we... perhaps watch your trailer?”

“I’d like to see yours as well.” Jisung jerks in head towards us. Jaemin and I nodded, proceeding to do the same actions as Jisung to reveal our trailers.

Putting his index and middle finger in the air, he places them beside his head and swiftly bends it forward slightly. That resulted in a see through screen popping up from his head.

Jisung watched Jaemin’s trailer first, reaching his hand out towards his screen and pressing the play button.

Jaemin and I exchanged glances before clicking on the play button for Jisung’s 30 second trailer to begin.

While Jisung was looking at Jaemin’s trailer, I noticed a few things.

Honestly speaking, what i was seeing in the trailer didnt exactly match the person whose standing in front of me. The trailer showed a lot of moments where he smiled, eyes forming into a thin line and a scrunched up nose whenever he does. It showed him doing what I assumed to be hobbies like dancing and playing video games.

I thought about how Jisung and I have a common love for dance, something I hold dearly and thought it would be a great way to get close to him. I just have that common connection with dancers, since they know things about dance that's unique which others don't.

I only saw one group of friends around him. They seemed like the group of friends who are always chaotic and would have play fights with each other almost every second, but that was what showed me that Jisung had a close relationship with them. It was heartwarming to watch.

I also saw him trying to cook in the kitchen. I see a few of the same friends in the kitchen with him. Only one of them seemed decent in cooking while Jisung was practically clueless. It made me laugh softly. I found it cute how he’s dorky and clueless.

As i finished watching the trailer, taking into account all the moments that showed who Jisung really is, he seemed like someone i could vibe with. Someone I could possibly be my quirky crazy self like how I am around Jaemin. The person in front of me may not seem like the one in the trailer, but it made me think that he’s like me, someone who can't open up to others at first glance.

When Jaemin knews that Jisung has completed his trailer, Jaemin gave a questioning look towards him. “So how’s my trailer?”

“You’re weird, looked drunk most of the time but i assume its due to the coffee that you consume an unhealthy amount of everyday.”

Jaemin laughs nervously. “But I like you, don't worry.”

I saw Jisung’s smiling. The warm smile I saw in the trailer.

The next trailer he had to watch was mine. For some reason, I felt nervous thinking about all his possible reactions. Would he be fine with it? Would he be disgusted or irritated by the moments in my trailer. Will he not think that I would be able to make good friends with him like how I thought about him?

I guess my nervousness showed through my actions when i felt Jaemin patting the lower part of my back. I turn towards Jaemin who nodded his head to show a sign to reassurance as Jisung extended his hand to play my trailer.

Jisung’s reaction was skeptical. Some parts had him make a soft smile, which was great while other times he had a serious and judgy expression. It looked like reactions that you made while watching other people’s trailers.

30 seconds went by fast and the see through screens above our heads all dissolved into thin air at the same time. “What do you think? Wanna hang out with us more?” I brushed a few strands of hair behind my ear.

Jisung hummed softly. “Sure, looks like i'll have fun with you guys.”

Jaemin and I grin in unison. At least I finally had someone whom I might be able to consider my friend. It was too quick to assume that, but I just have a feeling and Jisung and I would get along pretty well.

As time flew by, Jisung started to get closer and closer to me and Jaemin. More so to me. After a day out where the three of us went to check out a new restaurant that just opened a few blocks away, Jisung started to invite me to go out with him alone. I felt a little bad on our days out since it meant for Jaemin to be excluded, but he was always cool with him, opting to stay in the room or hanging out with his other groups of friends.

Today on a Saturday night was no different.

“You heading out with Jisung again?” I hummed in reply as Jaemin appeared behind me. Only his chest down could be seen in the mirror in front of me as i wore my earrings while sitting down at my dressing table.

“Where to this time? You seem to be dressing up classier than usual.” Jaemin commented, brushing my hair through his hands gently as he took a good look at my outfit and makeup.

I looked at him in the mirror, letting out a soft, “I don't know.” Jaemin’s eyebrow twitches as he looked as me with suspicion. 

Jaemin leaned forward, his face alighting with mine side by side. “He better not do shit to you, or else I’m killing him.” Jaemin’s eyes grew dark and his voice became low and husky. I shivered, not seeing this side of Jaemin often since I was never in a situation where he had to be protective. 

I turned my head to the side and push his face away, earning a frown from Jaemin. “I’m going to fine. He said he wanted to surprise me so...” I shrugged, standing up from the dressing table and packing my essentials up in a small sling bag.

“Got any plans tonight?” I asked Jaemin as I slid my phone into my back pocket.

Jaemin bobbed his shoulders with a slight smile on his face. “I might be going out with someone.” Jaemin whispers softly, looking down and fidgeting with his feet. 

I smirked widely. It was no doubt the suspicion in my mind was right. “Keep me updated on her, alright? Have fun!” I said to Jaemin as I checked the things in my sling bag one last time and winking at Jaemin playfully to which he responded with a chuckle before exiting the room. 

Jisung and I have been walking down a street for awhile now. I was met with unknown shops left and right. Clearly this place was quite secluded and out of public view. Despite me exploring the town near college, it was only now that i found out this place existed thanks to Jisung.

“Just where are you taking me?” I asked with a soft laugh. 

Jisung suddenly stopped in his tracks and swung his body to face me. I tilted my head at his sudden behaviour. Jisung motioned to a shop on the left. I looked towards Jisung’s direction. It didn't have a sign above it nor a window where i could see what was inside. “Come on. I’ll show you.” Jisung interlocked his fingers with mine, something we have grown to do as friends. Our friendship eventually grew to be more physical as time went on. 

Jisung opened the door ahead for me, gesturing me to walk in. As i stepped inside, my mouth gaped open. The shop was filled with books. Book on shelves, on tables for display. It was like I entered paradise made for me. I flashed a wide smile over to Jisung, who tightened his grip on my hand. 

“I knew how much you liked reading. So I did some research and found this place. I heard all the books have been hand picked by the owner.” 

I didnt reply, only laughing in excitement as I looked around the tiny shop, immediately going to a random shelve and picking out a book that had an interesting cover. 

While reading the synopsis behind a book, I whispered softly, “Why bring me here when it’s not your place of interest?” 

Jisung breathed sharply as he let out a quick sigh. “I wanted to do something for you. That’s all.” Jisung replied simply, shrugging as if what he did was just a small gesture. I, however, thought it was a huge gesture. It showed me that he cared. The fact that he went to research for a place I have never heard of and would like.

“Ever heard of The Wrath and the Dawn?,” I asked, pulling it out from the shelve immediately when I recognised its spine. Jisung shook his head. I chuckle, passing the book to Jisung. He took it into his hands, not sure what to do with it. 

“Read it. I know you don't like reading, but this book really changed things for me.” Jisung hummed, holding the book up in the air with a subtle smile. 

I browsed through the store, quickly picking out two books that seemed interesting to me as I didn't want to bore Jisung any longer by having to put up with me checking every book in the store. 

Just as I was about to take out cash from my wallet, Jisung placed a hand on mine that was in my wallet. I looked up to meet Jisung’s eyes.

“I’ll pay.” 

“But you pay for everything on every single outing we went together-”

“You know you cant fight me on this. Put the wallet away.” 

I pouted, making him let out a laugh as I slid my wallet back into my sling bag. He payed for the three books, two of mine and the book I recommended him to read. I took a good look at him while he had a small chat with the cashier and owner. 

The way he smiled and laugh. I started to think about the times I’ve spent with Jisung. The fact that I was able to open up to him quickly and have conversations I never thought i would have after meeting someone after less than a year. The deep conversations we would have, in person or on the phone late at night while Jaemin was asleep. He saw me in states where i felt all the more cautious about. My intense breakdowns due to stress which could only be treated with Jaemin’s comfort as well as kind words that had immense impact from Jisung over the phone. We shared dark secrets as well. Looking back at these moments made me felt something I never did. It was similar to how i felt towards Jaemin, but very different. 

“Quinn?” My thoughts were cut off with Jisung’s voice. I shook my head off the thoughts and proceeded to head out of the shop, offering to carry the books but of course Jisung insisted on holding them. 

We decided to head back to college grounds and hang out in Jisung’s room. The place was secluded and dimly lit, only the library was opened for students who wanted to study there overnight. 

“Can i ask something?” Jisung paused the video about the funny moments of Seventeen on his laptop, turning his is body to face me. “Hm?” I let out, frowning at the fact that he paused the video at my favourite part. 

“Have you ever been in love?” 

A question I have never had a proper encounter of it. I hugged my knees near my chest as I took a sip of iced peach tea in a can that we got from a vending machine near the cafeteria. “I don't think so? I did date Jaemin once, but we were kids and barely knew what love was.”

I let out a soft sigh, “I’m still unsure of it... even now.”

Jisung flashed me a subtle smile. I felt soothed by just that. “Never did I, either.” He pauses for a moment before continuing. 

“But if I had to guess... I’d say that love is a feeling where you feel yourself wanting to be better around that particular person. You start to act so dumb around them to make them laugh and you start finding out what they like and dislike, to make sure all that person could feel were butterflies and rainbows.”

I started to think about his words. Butterflies and rainbows. Something I’ve always felt whenever I’m with Jisung. No matter what state of emotion I was in, it felt as if he knew me well and knew what to do to make me feel better. I started to find myself wanting to look better around him, dressing up to make myself more presentable as usual. I even have his Liho order etched into my mind every time we went to Liho to get milk teas. 

“And you know what’s funny?” 

“What?”

Jisung took in a deep breath before letting out a loud sigh, chuckling to himself as he shook his head, his blonde fringe falling down his forehead to frame his face perfectly. 

“The fact that I feel all those things whenever I’m with you.”

I froze in my spot with my muscles suddenly becoming stiff. My mind went blank as his words were repeated. How do i even react? What do I say? Do i tell him I feel the same? But that would mean he thinks I like him and I should be in a relationship with him but I’m clearly not prepared for that yet.

“You don’t have to say anything if you don’t want to.”

My frown deepened. I wanted to say something. I couldn’t just leave his words hanging with no proper conclusion to the conversation. It was sort of my habit to have everything laid on the table so I could get a clear look at the situation.

“I feel the same... but I’m scared of getting involved in a relationship.”

I watched as Jisung forced a smile. I knew it was forced. This smile was different from the one he would have every time he take a bite of his favourite chocolate ice cream. He nodded his head, telling me that he understood my feelings.

“I get it. We’ve only been friends for less than a year. When i watched your trailer, I had a feeling you weren’t one for relationships.”

I was about to open my mouth to speak, but my words were stuck in my throat. A second passed before I could form my sentence properly. “I mean I’m open to it but you’re kind of right. I want to give us more time.”

I heard him sigh. I could tell he was disheartened yet he’s trying his best to stay together. I felt a sharp pain in my heart as he chuckled to himself.

“It’s fine. I can wait. Just as long as I’m not waiting for nothing.”

I could purse my lips into a thin line. Slowly but surely, I brough my hand up to brush away strands of hair that covered his eyes. He lifts his eyes up, but they were unable to meet mine.

“I promise. I see myself with you in the future.”

“Quinn~” Jaemin called out to me while i was playing with my phone while laying down on my bed.

“What?” I asked, my back still facing him.

I heard Jaemin’s bed creak as he stood up to take a seat at the edge of my bed. He gently places a hand on my head and caress my hair. I turned my body and looked up to face him, obviously weirded out by how nice he was being.

“Are you seriously babying me so that I would go to the frat party?” I rolled my eyes. Jaemin’s intentions were always too obvious whenever he gets all soft and sweet with me.

As Jaemin is my best friend, I knew his habits. One of them being that if I didn't agree with him on something, he would pamper me as much as possible as a way to convince me with anything that was on his mind. And with his puppy dog eyes and cuteness, you could imagine how hard it was for me not to fall for his trap.

“Yes, yes I am.” I gave Jaemin a look of disinterest. He knows I dislike going to parties. And he knows how hard it is to persuade me to go. Yet he never gave up. The next thing he said however, intrigued me immediately and started to take his idea into consideration.

“Jisung’s gonna be there.” Jaemin shrugged, trying to act nonchalant but I knew he was thinking about how he’s winning me over. I blinked my eyes once as i gave a blank expression. I then pouted my lips and sat up straight. Jaemin’s eyes literally sparkled the moment I did so. 

“When is it?” I heaved a sigh in defeat, rubbing my face with my right hand. “This Sunday.” Jaemin answered immediately out of excitement. 

Though I had my focus on the conversation with Jaemin, my mind also wondered off to thinking about food. I was seriously craving take out right now. “It’ll be fun! Come on, we’ve just finished out exams. You’ve been stressed enough. You should go out more.” Jaemin added on. 

While listening to Jaemin talk, I opened the app Grab Food on my phone. As i scrolled through the different places near the college and browsing through different menus, Jaemin let out a quick, “Plus, it was Jisung’s idea to invite you.”

“Did he now?” 

Jaemin hummed as he leaned near me to have a peek of my phone. “Take out?” He asked, with his tone was bright and happy. I nodded my head. 

“We seriously think so alike.” I gave Jaemin a subtle smile before Jaemin and I ended up looking through the menus together. While Jaemin decided on what to order, I couldn't help but feel somewhat nervous about the party on Sunday. Would I really be fine? I’ll have Jaemin, though I assume he can't be around me 24/7 due to his social nature. The only hope I had that would best help me get through the night was Jisung. 

Jaemin and I entered the frat party. And I already hate it here. I wasn't even five steps in when a stranger hands me a red plastic cup filled with beer. The huge crowd and very limited space, the loud banging music, though I only appreciate listening to them on my earphones and the amount of talking and screaming that filled the room. Of course it had to be topped off with the reeking smell of alcohol. 

“I’ll find Jisung for you, alright? I’m going to meet my hockey friends after.” Jaemin said, keeping his arm around you shoulder to make sure you were close and protected near him. 

I only nodded nervously. I honestly wished I could just magically vanish myself out of here and in the room with a book. But I never want to disappoint Jaemin by leaving the party that he tried so desperately for me to come, so I made a clear decision in my head to put up with it and prayed that nothing would happen to me.

Jaemin kept me very close as we walked through the crowd, people bumping into at every direction. “Jisung-ah!” Jaemin shouted. Jisung didn’t seem to hear his call. He was about to shout again when out of nowhere, one of Jaemin’s friends pulled him away from me. I opened my mouth, wanting to call out to him but he soon disappeared into the crowd. I did however see his hand waving up high above the crowd and giving me a hand sign of a phone to signal me to call him if anything happened. 

I groaned and rolled my eyes, looking down at the cup of beer in my hands. Shrugging, I took a small sip. I wasn't much of a drinker, but tonight - tonight was the only exception, using alcohol as a way to release the pent up stress that have been bottling up inside me during the exams. 

“Hi!” I suddenly heard. I turned my back to see who it was. Oh no, was all i thought as I stared at the girl whom I dislike. The girl who broke Jaemin’s heart. 

“Hey, Ji A” I mumbled back. I tried to give her a half-smile. I felt myself tensing up at the thought of starting a conversation with someone I held a slight grudge against. 

“What do you think of the party?” I blinked at her. I kept quiet for a moment before answering with a soft. “It’s fine.” 

I was about to burst if she ever think she can hold a conversation with me right now. She knew very well what she did to Jaemin, as well as the fact that I’m his best friend. I couldn't get how she could act as if nothing happened in the past and putting it all behind her like it meant nothing and did not result in a single impact on her. 

“I was thinking about asking you if you wanna-”

“Hey, baby.” I heard the familiar voice that made me let out a quiet sigh of relief.

Baby? That’s definitely a first. 

I felt Jisung’s arm slide around my waist swiftly as he pulled me close. I would be lying if I said that my heart didn’t quickened as butterflies started fluttering in the bottom of my stomach. I only prayed that my cheeks were not blushing a bright pink. To make matters worse, Jisung leaned down to plant a quick kiss on the side of my eye as he fakely smiled towards Ji A.

“You need another drink, don’t you?” I looked up at Jisung, slightly confused. As he raised his eyebrows and jerked his head slightly, I immediately received his signal that told me to play along as he sent some telepathy message that he was trying to save me from my uncomfortable situation with Ji A.  “Uh... y-yeah of course.” 

“Sorry but please excuse us. We’re going to be a little busy upstairs soon.” 

I wasn't sure if this was the real Jisung, or the alcohol that I assumed he has consumed to be talking. I was definitely shocked by how bold he was since he has always seemed to be the shy type to me. 

Ji A looked at us with a smug face, clicking her tongue and huffing in amusement. “Sure, go ahead, Have fun.” She said with annoyance before walking away with her arms folded. Jisung kept his hand on my waist, not to tightly nor loosely either as he led me to a space in the house that was away fro the large crowd that was gathering for who knows what reason. 

“You seem to not like that girl.” Jisung bent down to whispered near my ear in an attempt to overpower the loud music in the background. I pursed my lips into a thin line and hummed. “If there’s anyone I would throw under a bus, it would be her.” 

Jisung replied with a smile and a chuckle. “I know you have plenty of other people you would like to do that to.” And it was true. Due to my judgy nature, I would judge anyone that came into my sight. And if i sensed that I didn’t like their attitude, I would never fail to whisper to Jisung or Jaemin that i dislike them at first glance. 

“Did you drink?” I asked Jisung, noticing how his breath reeked of beer yet he was his usual self. “Yeah. Had a few but I have a high tolerance.” My mouth formed an ‘ah’ as i nodded. 

Out of the blue, Jisung spun my around, this time placing both his hands on my waist as my body was now facing his. Not to mention there wasn't a single inch of space between our chests’. 

“You look cute whenever you’re pissed.”

I rolled my eyes, faking my exasperation. “Ho ho wanna see some real annoyance?” I raised both my eyebrows as I gave Jisung an intimidating smile. Jisung shook his head, looking down before matching my gaze with his again. “Please save that for tomorrow.” 

I laughed softly. Jisung then looked around the house, as if trying to find someone. He lets out a soft “Ah. Found them.” I hummed as I looked around as well, wondering who he found. 

Jisung released on hand from my waist and walked me over to a group of guys. My vision only became clear when the crowd that was blocking my view went away, revealing Jaemin as well as his group of hockey friends. I smiled at the familiar faces before me as they all shouted my name and urged Jisung and I to seat with them.

“You know them?”

Jisung only shrugged, taking a seat beside Mark and gesturing me to sit down next to him. “I met them through Jaemin.” I looked over to Jaemin, who was laughing hysterically and punching Winwin’s arm, who immediately turned to him to fight back. Clearly they were drunk. I wasn’t surprised at all.

I laughed when I turned my attention over to Jaehyun, the guy in my Psychology class. The way he only sat there, unbothered by the chaos surrounding him radiated couldn’t care less energy.

“You guys seem pretty drunk.” I commented.

Jaehyun chuckled lowly and tilted his head to Jaemin and Winwin who were fighting, eventually having Lucas joining in as well, along with Taeyong trying his best to keep the situation at bay but has soon given up. “You think?”

I let out a long sigh as the little sips of alcohol I have been taking from the moment I stepped in until now started to kick in. My head started to get dizzy as my vision became slightly blurred.

I lay my head down on Jisung’s shoulder. I felt Jisung’s eyes on me. “You need to go to a room or something?” Jisung whispered. I frowned.

“You think i should?” I mumbled softly with my head turning in multiple directions to find a comfortable position on the crook of Jisung’s neck. I breathed in his scent. You would think his body smelt like alcohol but his perfume was still standing strong, putting me at ease.

Jisung tightened his grip around ms, pulling me closer so that my body layed comfortably on his.

I could tell that the others, especially Jaemin were worried about me when he shouted a, “Bro she good?” to Jisung.

“She can use my room if you wan-“

“I’ll take her back to her room.” Jisung cut Jaehyun off. My eyes were now half opened as I saw Jaemin tossing the room key to Jisung, who caught it swiftly.

“Take care of her.” Was the last thing I heard before fully closing my eyes and passing out.

I woke up, taking awhile to process my surroundings due to the banging in my head from all the alcohol. As I took into consideration the items and furniture of the room, I quickly concluded that I was in Jisung’s room. Jisung, however, was nowhere to be seen.

I patted my hands at the space around me, desperately trying to find my phone. I eventually found it within the covers, pulling it out and looking at the time on my lockscreen. 4:16 AM. I stared at the time. Where was Jisung at this timing? Could he still be at the party?

I tried recalling what happened before I passed out and remembered that Jisung was about to bring me to his room. So what i remembered was practically useless and didn’t benefit me in knowing Jisung’s current location. Great.

I groaned as I pressed a hand on my head, praying to God that my headache would come to an end soon. Though I highly doubt that as I knew from my past experiences of getting drunk that it takes me a very long time to sober up, meaning that I predicted that I would be in a hangover for quite some time.

I heard the door open. My eyes remained on the bedsheets as I assumed it was Jisung who entered the room. My assumption was soon proven wrong when I heard the sound of high heels clacking against the wooden floor, the sound coming closer and closer to me.

I looked up and tried my best to adjust my vision as I squinted my eyes. The figure, poster and clothes. Without a doubt, it was Ji A.

“So he left you here with the door unlocked and no one protecting you? Not surprised.”

“What?” I whispered, raising an eyebrow at Ji A. Just what was she doing here? How did she know where Jisung’s room was? What does she want from me?

“Hey. Lemme tell you one thing while I can tell you’re still hungover.” Ji A placed her weight on one leg as she puts a hand on her waist. I started feeling irritated again, but I was way too weak to even bother putting up a fight.

Ji A bent down to meet my eye level. The signature smirk that lit a fire in me appeared on her lips as her eyes looking down on me unsympathetically.

“You ever wonder why Jisung has been way too nice to you? How he was been nothing but perfect in the way he treated you and how you two just never seem to have gotten into a fight once in your single year of friendship?”

I used one hand to rub my face. What is Ji A going on about?

I took in a deep breath. “I’m sorry?”

“Buckle up, honey. All the butterflies and rainbows you have been experiencing with him will all be ruined by a storm he’ll be sending in not too long from now.” I heard Ji A chuckle in a devil-like manner.

As I started to process her words, my thoughts became clear and my suspicion started to peak. “The fuck are you talking about, Ji A?” I asked as I cleared my throat. I didn’t get a reply as I watch her laugh and leaving the room.

I scratched my head furiously as I tried digging further into her words to find the true meaning behind it. Was she trying to threaten me? What “storm” was Jisung about to bring upon me? As more questions filled my mind, I found it too much for my hungover state to take in. I ended up falling asleep after looking at my phone meaninglessly.

I felt a finger or two gliding over my jawline. My eyes were closed but I immediately sensed that Jisung was sitting at the edge of the bed. I fluttered my eyes open as Jisung came into my view.

“Sweetheart, how you feeling?” Jisung asked in his gentle, calming voice that always helped to soothe me. Oddly this time, it didn’t. And I knew it was because of the weird encounter I had with Ji A before I went back to sleep.

I sat up from bed weakly, falling back slightly but having Jisung hold me up and I shook my head, placing my hand on the back of my neck.

“Hey, you need to rest.” Jisung said, trying to put my body back down on the bed but I fought back. Ji A’s words about Jisung started to repeat itself in my head. Out of pure distrust that I suddenly developed towards Jisung, I pushed him away and forced myself to stand up.

I saw Jisung standing up and holding his hands out, getting ready to catch me in case I fall while I staggered to the door. “Get back in bed. I bought hangover soup for you-“

“Just...” I placed my hand on the doorknob, turning my head around to face Jisung who had an extremely worried look on his face. “Just get away from me.” I whispered, twisting the doorknob and pushing the door.

I headed out of Jisung’s room and made my way over to mine. Before I could open my door, I heard Jisung’s footsteps coming towards me as he stopped me with a hand on my wrist. “What’s wrong? D-did something happen?” Jisung stuttered, surprised by my sudden attitude towards him.

I yanked his hand off me and opened the door, seeing Jaemin on his bed with widened eyes as he saw my weak body at the door. He rushed over to me. “Quinn? Jisung...”

“Get the hell out of my sight, Jisung.” I raised my voice ever so slightly. Jaemin heard my words and furrowed his eyebrows towards Jisung.

“The fuck did you do to her?” Jaemin asked, his tone growing dark and intimidating.

“I-I dont know she just woke up and told me to back off-“

“I’m finding out what you did to her. And once I do, it’s game over for you.” Jaemin threatened Jisung as he brought me in by supporting my body with his hand around my waist and closing the door quietly in consideration of the state I was in.

Jaemin carried me to my bed and placed me down gently. I rubbed my eyes with my hands as I looked up to Jaemin, who had his arms folded and standing still.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” Jaemin asked, his voice becoming soft and gentle as he took a seat on my bed. I sat up from the bed and placed my head on his lap, my head digging into his chest.

“Not now... please.” My voice got muffle as tears started to flow out of my eyes. As much as I want to hide it, my body didn’t let me. Jaemin felt his shirt getting wet and immediately started to caress my head slowly, letting out a soft, “Sh sh..” to calm me down. I continued to sob and cry as I got vulnerable in Jaemin’s embrace, eventually crying myself to sleep, wanting to forget everything that happened before and needing to rest my mind for at least a few hours.

I woke up once again. This time, the sunlight that shined through the thin curtains of the room made me wince as I looked at my surroundings which has now became fully clear.

I realised I was still laying my head on Jaemin’s lap. I noticed how he was in an uncomfortable position with his back against the wall and his head hanging downwards. I sat up and poked his shoulder in an attempt to wake him up. Luckily it worked and Jaemin rubbed his eyes before fully opening them and looking at the side to face me.

“Your eyes are all puffy, love.” Jaemin said with a subtle smile, reaching his hand out and gently brushing his thumb over the bottom of my eyes. I chuckled softly. “Did I cry that much last night?” Jaemin nodded. I let out a long sigh.

“Care to tell me what happened last night with Jisung?” Jaemin motioned me to get close to him. I got near and wrapped my arms around him as I was indulged in his cuddles. “I was at Jisung’s room. I don't know why he wasn’t there, but suddenly Ji A came into the room.”

I could tell Jaemin was taken aback since he didn’t give an immediate reply. “Ji A?” He finally spoke. I hummed in reply. Jaemin clicked his tongue and kept silent. He was thinking about his past relationship with Ji A but still signaled me to continue the story.

“For some reason, she threatened me. She said that my relationship with Jisung is going to get wrecked soon. I don't know what she meant by that.” Jaemin eyes started to fill with anger as I felt him balling his first against my shirt. Though he tried to stay calm and wanting to make me feel better is his top priority , I could tell he was furious. “The bitch really did that?” Jaemin muttered, running a hand through his hair.

“Wait how did she even know where Jisung’s room was?” I suddenly question as I started to get deep in my thoughts. That fact was odd, but the answer was obvious. “Those two probably knew each other.” Jaemin quickly replied. 

Does a 30 second trailer really tell me everything I need to know about a person? That question started to resonate in my head now that I thought of what Jisung could be doing. I started to think whether is actions were pure and sincere. Could there be a hidden agenda as to why he’s been oh so nice to me just like Ji A said? She could have told me that just to make me feel insecure. But at the same time, what if it was true?

“Tell me what to do, Nana. I seriously don't know what to think right now.” I whined to Jaemin, whose face was as still stern and scary after I mentioned Ji A.

“Maybe act normal around him first, like nothing happened. While I go spying on him and Ji A.” Jaemin said with a wide smirk. I immediately laughed, giving him a light smack on his chest. “You can’t be serious.” I said back, shaking my head.

Jaemin furrowed his eyebrows and pouted. “Hello! We can’t ask Jisung straight up. We need to be discreet.” Jaemin jokes. I swear Jaemin could make me laugh at his dorkiness in any situation. 

“I might just ignore him, to be honest. I’ve been hanging out with him too much. I want to spend more time with you.” I said, reaching my hand out to ruffle Jaemin’s perfectly soft hair. 

Jaemin gave me a few pats on my back. “Good that you’ve realised it now. I’ve been lonely without you.” I gave a subtle yet sincere smile. 

-

I cocked an eyebrow at Jaehyun’s words. What is he even thinking?

Jaehyun leaned in close, looking around to check if anyone’s watching. “Jisung keeps pressuring me to tell you to talk to him and I know you’re avoiding him but I can’t take it no more.” He grumbled. I placed a hand on my forehead and let out a long sigh. “Tell him to give up.” was all I said as I heard the professor slamming the door shut and getting everyone’s attention in a matter of seconds. 

A week has passed now without Jisung. And although I have Jaemin with me, it felt like I was missing something. It just didn’t feel right with him around. Being away from him made me look at the big picture. I’m deeply in love with him. I could deny that fact all I want but I’ll never be able to get away from it. I missed every part of him. His scent, laughter, smiles, the way I felt so right with him. But I also thought of my trust towards Jisung that was slowly deteriorating. I’ve been receiving constant texts and calls from Jisung, but I didn't reply, only using my anger as a way to keep myself from replying to his texts or picking up his calls. 

“Yo your guy here is starving and craving Subway.” Jaemin shouted out while laying on his bed. I was in deep concentration while in a PUBG Mobile match. “Order us something, will you? I’m kinda busy.” I muttered. 

“I was thinking of buying it downstairs. I need to walk around a little.” Jaemin stood up from his bed and stretched out his arms, groaning in the process. “Yeah sure, have fun.” 

Jaemin went over to my bed and take a peek of my phone. “Okay firstly, why didn’t you invite me? Secondly, you know I’m not going without you. Come on.” He suddenly said, grabbing onto my arm and dragging me out while I was still concentrated in the match.

As Jaemin and I walked down the halls to get to food area where there were different fast food shops, including Subway, my eyes were kept on the screen as I feel Jaemin’s eyes on me and my phone, watching the match intensively. 

“Oi! Kill him!” Jaemin shouted and constantly tapped my shoulder.

“I’m trying, idiot!” I shouted back. I realised we were already at Subway as Jaemin pushed the door open for me, his eyes still glued on my screen.

I quickly took a random seat that faced the door while Jaemin sat next to me. “Ah fuck!” I screamed, not too loud as I didn’t want the other customers to look at me as I died in the match.

Jaemin and I groaned at the same time as I slammed my phone on the table while Jaemin shaked his head. 

“You can never win without me now can you?” Jaemin said with a cunning smirk. I punched his shoulder. “Shut up.” 

“Alright, hurry up. Invite me.” Jaemin said. I looked down at his phone to see that he was already in the app. “Damn, you’re quick.” Jaemin shrugged nonchalantly. 

While Jaemin and I started the match and were playing together, I heard the door open. I didn’t really thought anything about it until I saw a figure at that was unrecognisable from my point of view. I took a quick look at the person, not thinking who it was and assumed it was a stranger. “Sorry this table’s taken.” I said simply. 

“How long are you going to keep ignoring me, Quinn?”

Jaemin and I shot our heads up at the same time, knowing that familiar voice belonged to Jisung. He had a really concerned look in his eyes with a small frown. Jaemin scoffed, putting his phone down and leaning in with his elbows against the table. “She doesn’t want to see you. I’m sure she’s made that pretty clear.” 

I placed my phone screen faced down on the table, unable to meet Jisung’s eyes. “No. I have to talk to her. Quinn please.” Jisung pleaded with soft eyes. I glanced over to Jaemin who bobbed his shoulders as a way to tell me it was my decision to talk to him or not. I let out a long sigh and nodded reluctantly. 

Jisung placed his hand on my wrist and dragged me out. I took on one last look at Jaemin who mouthed out, “Be careful, love.” i could only take a deep breath as Jisung dragged me to a secluded seating area. 

Jisung sat me down and sat on the opposite side. He had his arms interlocked on the table while i tapped my hands on my thighs. “Please tell me why you’re doing this to me..” Jisung whispered. 

I glanced at another direction before gathering up courage to look at Jisung. Fuck those eyes. The sweet eyes of Jisung that could mesmerise anyone if he wanted to. “What are you and Ji A?” I asked sternly. 

“We’re just friends, mere acquaintances.” Jisung immediately replied with no hesitation.

“Then how did she know where was your room?”

Jisung opened his mouth to reply but not a single sound came out for a moment.

“I’m sorry?”

“I woke up in your room. You were nowhere to be seen. The door was unlocked and Ji A came in. She fucking threatened me saying that my relationship with you would go bad.” 

“I- wait how did she-”

“Please don’t act. Stop all this bullshit you’re trying to pull.” I cut Jisung off. 

I exhaled sharply. “Your 30 second trailer. Was it even real? What are you hiding from me?”

Jisung puffed his chest a little before running a hand down his face. “I...” I waited impatiently for him to gather the words he needed to explain what was about to be said next that completely shocked me. 

“I made a bet with Ji A during a party. She said I have to make you fall for me to prove that I’m capable of being in a relationship.” 

My mouth practically could fit a whole burger at how large it gaped open as I scoffed in astonishment. I slammed both my hands down on the table that was placed on my thighs before. 

“So what? I was just some bet to you? I didn’t mean two fucks to you, huh? I should have known. You were too nice from the start. Fuck you. Gosh I didn’t know it was possible to lie in your trailer.” I said, adding a hint of sarcasm at the end. 

“Wait Quinn please calm down I can explain-”

“You already did. I’ve known enough.” I stood up from my seat and took a full ninety degree turn to find Jaemin right in front of me, looking towards Jisung with angered eyes. 

Jaemin rushed over to Jisung and grabbed him by his collar, lifting him up slightly from his seat. I tried pulling Jaemin away, only wanting to get away from Jisung but Jaemin pushed me back. “A bet? You played my best friend friend just for a bet to keep your pride? God you’re low.” Jaemin pushed Jisung back down on his seat violently. 

Jaemin leaned in, his hands firm on the table as Jisung backed himself away ever so slightly. 

“Stay the fuck away from Quinn here on out. You fucked up, big time. Don’t show up in front of us ever again. You don’t deserve her at all.” Jaemin gave Jisung a clear and taunted warning before grabbing me by the wrist and walking us away. 

Jaemin doesn’t say a word when Jaemin walked us back to our room, immediately closing the door in front of us. “He’s a dickhead for doing that to you.” He muttered and he quickly sat down on his bed. I walked over and sat on mine, heaving out a long sigh. “Are you gonna cry again?” I heard Jaemin ask. I shook my head.

“I’m done crying. I feel pissed. Can I somehow constantly slam his tongue on a car door?” Jaemin couldn’t help but laugh. “It’ll be more fun to slam his head against the wall.” He added. The two of us laughed but the room grew quiet quickly. 

“Wait isn’t our trailer suppose to show our true intentions we have with the person watching it? How did I miss such a huge thing?” I asked Jaemin. 

“I’ve heard a rumour of people altering their trailers. I never thought people actually do it.” Jaemin inhaled and exhaled sharply. 

“Fuck it. I just don’t want to see him anymore. End of year exams are coming. I can’t let shit like this get in the way.” I said with determination. Jaemin nodded. 

-

The end of the year soon came. Our results were handed out this week and we could finally have some break time for Christmas. Students were allowed to leave college and celebrate with their families. However, for me and Jaemin, we decided to stay together this Christmas, opting to video call our loved ones to keep in touch. 

“This place is so creepy with not many people here.” Jaemin spoke as we decided to walk around the college campus for the fun of it. 

I shoved my hands into my padded jacket, letting out a sigh as smoke came out of my mouth. It was very cold this winter, but it seemed that snow has yet to fall. “I’m so glad we’re done for this year.” I whispered.

“Two more years till we graduate.” I added, looking at the shops that were closed and noticed that only the vending machine was working. 

“Please don’t tell me-”

“Let’s go ghost hunting!” I laughed out loudly as I walked over to the vending machine. “Very funny, Jaemin.” I took out a one dollar coin from my wallet and placed in in the slot of the vending machine. Pressing on the drink I wanted, I waited for it to be dispensed. 

I soon heard the canned drink and pick it up from the bottom slot. I looked at Jaemin who was staring at my drink. I shoved it towards his chest. “Open it.” Jaemin smiled and cracked open the top, drinking down a few gulps before handing the drink back to me. 

“When do you think the snow is coming?” I asked Jaemin. I’ve always been fond of snow ever since I was little, playing in the snow by myself was what I did everyday. 

Jaemin only shrugged and looked up into the sky. I did the same as well. “I’ll pray that it’ll come soon for you.” 

I reached my hand out and ruffled his hair. “A thoughtful prince indeed.” I said with a subtle smile. 

“Oh wait! What happened with the girl you were talking to back then?” I asked as the thought suddenly popped up in my mind. In the midst of whatever was happening between Jisung and I as well as the exams, I completely forgot about it.

“Eh I don’t like her. She’s not like you.” Jaemin shrugged nonchalantly. 

“Your girlfriend isn’t suppose to be like me.” I commented. 

“They say your significant other should have the same qualities as your best friend so that you two can click immediately.” 

I shook my head. “Yeah, yeah.” I waved my hand in the air lazily. 

“Hey guys..” I suddenly heard. Jaemin and I turned around, taking in a deep breathe in unison. 

“Jisung.” Jaemin greeted with an uninterested look. Jisung bowed his head slightly at Jaemin before turning to me. “I thought you went out of college.” 

“Oh no my family’s busy this Christmas so I can’t visit them.” I simply nodded my head. “Besides the point so anyways, can I talk to you, alone?” I looked to Jaemin, somewhat wanting to ask for his approval. Jaemin glared at Jisung before letting out a quiet sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Go ahead.” Jaemin said with a tone of defeat. 

Jisung pulled me by my the edge of my padded jacket as Jaemin soon left my view. “What is it that you want, Jisung?” I finally asked. 

Jisung didn’t answer and only stared into my eyes. I raised an eyebrow. “If you aren’t going to say something-”

“I’ve been wanting to talk to you, Quinn. I have been wanting to talk to you but with exams and all I didn’t want to bother you.” I watched as he pursed his lips into a thin line. “So now that exams are over you came to bother me?” I asked with a hint of sarcasm. Jisung shook his head furiously. 

“Have you heard of the rumour about the first snowfall?” I sighed, shaking my head as I start to think about what he’s going on about. 

“They say...” Jisung started as he took out my hands from my pockets and holding them dearly in his hands. I looked up to look at Jisung but found that he was admiring my hands, gently brushing his thumb over the back of my hand. 

“They say that if you’re with the person you like in the first snowfall, it signified love and fate, symbolising that true love will blossom.”

 I bit my bottom lip as my mind slowly went back to the times I’ve spent with Jisung. It would be a understatement to say that I’ve been reminiscing my past when Jisung was a big part of my life. Although my mind back then was concentrated on the exams, Jisung has always been somehow hidden away and never forgotten in the fold of my thoughts. 

“I’ve heard of it.” I whispered, unable to meet Jisung’s eyes when he lifted his head up. 

Jisung took in a deep breath. “I’m sorry for what happened. At first, I only got into your life because of the bet. But I truly did fell in love with you the more I got to know you and spent time with you. And I still am. I’m still in love with you. It pained me everyday when you avoided me and hated my guts. I’m just sorry for everything.” Jisung confessed. I felt a lump in my throat as I couldn’t make up an answer to give right away. “S-so what are you going to do about it?” I asked.

Jisung slowly took a step closer, closing the gap between us as he leaned in towards my face, our noses barely touching and our lips so close. And then, it happened naturally, Jisung connected his lips with mine, pulling me into the softest kiss ever that was filled with passion and care. It took me awhile to process what was happening before moving my lips in sync with his and closing my eyes. 

As if this scene came out of a fairy tale, I felt something falling onto my head. I opened my eyes slightly as I continued to kiss Jisung, realising that snow has fallen onto us. The first snowfall.

Jisung pulled his lips away from mine as we both stared up into the sky, watching as the snow continued to fell. Jisung smiled softly as we both looked down to meet each other’s gaze. 

“I love you, Quinn. Please be mine.” Jisung whispered softly as he got close to lean his forehead against mine. I bite the side of my cheek as I looked into his eyes, taking in the moment of silence to admire the person I dearly missed. “Don’t make me regret it.” I whispered back, taking the initiative to place my lips on Jisung’s to once again feel his sincere love.

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Unforgiven - Taron Egerton

Pairing: Taron Egerton x reader

Warnings: None.

Summary: There is something so achingly familiar about Taron Egerton. He captures your attention from the moment you see him at Rada, your new acting school. He is the one bright spot in a place where people are constantly judged, the students and staff are rude, and security cameras watch your every move.  

Except Taron wants nothing to do with you- he goes out of his way to make that very clear. But you can't ignore nor shake the feeling that you know him. You were being drawn to like a moth to a flame. You need to find out what Taron is so desperate to hide, even if it shatters you...

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Chapter Two - The Perfect Strangers

    You stepped into the fluorescent lit lobby of Rada five minutes later than you should have. A tall elegant woman with a leather booklet clamped under her arm was already giving orders to the group of kids standing before her, which meant you were already behind.

"Remember it goes class, theater arts, then dorms. I do not want teens roaming these halls after curfew." She says using a firm tone with them. The kids nod along. "You can pay for your student housing after class." she says before removing the leather booklet out from under her arm looking down. She had to have been late forties. You hurried to slip in with the group tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. You were still getting used to this whole school swap, apparently you weren't the only one enrolled here, the group of well dressed kids in front of you gave that away. This school was so much more different than the school your parents had sent you to in Scotland. The 'Royal Conservatoire of Scotland'. You had made many friends there but of course your parents wanted the best education for you and sent you to a school where only rich kids went. Rada. You weren't fond of this idea, working around rich kids who only think about themselves but you couldn't say or do anything to change your parents mind. Once it was made up their was no changing it whatsoever.

"I'm sorry could you repeat that? Class, theater arts and..." you trail off not sure what the woman said afterwards. She raises an eyebrow looking up from her papers. The kids in front of you glance your way.

"Glad you could join us Miss Y/L." She says and you feel your cheeks heat up in embarrassment. You hated being called out in front of everyone. You smile nervously watching her shake her head squaring her shoulders.

"Class, theater arts, and dorms. If you are staying in the dorms you must pay the fee with this lovely lot after your after noon classes. Theater starts starts in the evening. I suggest you check your schedule, it was written on their." she says and the kids around you begin having hushed conversations. You nod looking over at the office where the money for student housing would go.

"Got it." you felt your stomach heave. How much would you have to pay for student housing? It's not like you could go home every night. It was a seven hour drive from Bloomsbury to your home back in Glasgow. You wish you could go home, already within two minutes of being at Rada you were treated as if you were mentally disabled. For three years now people treated you like you were an invalid because of what happened. You were stuck in a hospital for two months straight going through awful treatments to prove your quasi-stability after the two months so you wouldn't have to go in for those brain scans each month for a year afterwards. You were actually surprised your parents enrolled you into drama school and not some reform school in America or a medical institution because you were 100% they thought you were insane at some point during 2007.

You sneaked a peek at the two other students who were standing away from the group. They were dressed in all black, the beautiful blonde standing beside the boy with untamed hair looked your way and flashed a smile and waved at a boy in the group of kids you slipped in behind. On your first day at the royal conservatoire you met your best friend Allie during the tour of the school. She had been the most outgoing one of the group of people, her personality fit yours perfectly. You missed her terribly and wished at this moment you were back in Scotland with her rather than being here at a school where everyone knows everyone and you feel like the outcast of the bunch. You were certain if Allie were here with you at Rada this would have gone smoother and you would have been so much more excited than how you felt right now. She would have been at your side the whole time cracking jokes about the other students or the Teacher who was scribbling something down in her booklet. You and Allie never left each others sides. Well... That was until you both had to.

At your side today were two girls and a boy. The girl next to you was easy to figure out, tall blonde perfect skin. She extended a manicured hand to you and flashed a toothy smile. You took it giving her a confused look.

"I'm Olivia." she says shaking your hand before her smile fades as she pulls her hand away. Her waning interest in you was evident when she turned on her heel walking to the couple matching in black. She was like the British version of the girls who attended the royal conservatoire. You couldn't tell if you should feel comforted by this or not. Beside you a short boy with black hair and freckles stood watching the door, looking as if he were to be expecting someone any minute to barge through the main doors. You pity anyone who does, they will be lectured by the Walmart version of the queen. The boy to your left stood with his arms crossed over his chest, his hair slicked back watching the teacher speak. He black long sleeve shirt hugged his muscles. When he caught your gaze he held it. His piercing blue eyes staring into yours and you feel froze to your spot not able to look away from those beautiful eyes. His pale skin practically glowed under the lighting making him just that more gorgeous.  A loud clearing throat noise echoed through the halls and you looked back at the teacher in front of the group. A blush spread across your cheeks as you glance at the beautiful boy next to you again. He was still staring at you.

"You will receive a limited amount of phone time each night. The rest of the time you will be very busy, I'm sure." she states narrowing her eyes at you before walking over to the table with a box sat on it. "Dump your belongings here after that you all are excused." she says holding the booklet to her chest before her eyes land on you. "Except for you. Y/n stay with me." she says and you nod walking over to her with the group watching everyone dump their belongings into the box before walking off talking. You sigh dumping your belongings into the box. Your phone still in your pocket. "You forgot your phone. Look, you get an hour of phone privileges every night. You will be alright." she smiles. Her first kind gesture since you arrived.  You take your phone out of your pocket looking at the texts before you drop your phone in with your belongings.

Call us when you can darling, if you get any headaches tell them. They know what has happened. We love you. - m & d xx

You sigh. Of course the teachers know, seems like everyone knows about what happened that night. You scroll down and find a text from Allie.

Please call me every night, I want to know everything about Rada. I love you! See you in a couple months Cariad! x

You smile softly at the text before you drop your phone into the box feeling your stomach drop. You were truly alone now. The teacher lays a hand on your shoulder and smiles.

"Don't worry, you will get it back. Don't try to sneak it. We watch your every move." Jesus maybe this is a reform school.

"Ouuu they are watching you!" a girl says over my shoulder as if she were telling a ghost story. You turn around noticing a tall thin girl with black locks that fall around her shoulders. Her eyes dance with excitement.

"Bugger off Azalea." The woman says grinning a bit, they must get along well. Azalea searches  her pocket for a moment before pulling out her middle finger acting surprised. The woman sighs beside you shaking her head. "Just for that you get to give this dearie a tour of the grounds."

"Wonderful. I was just thinking I could use a new slave." she smirks tapping her lips with her index finger. The woman beside you rolls her eyes jotting down furious notes before she looks over at you again.

"If you have anymore personal belongings dump them in or you will serve detention." She raises and eyebrow an you pat yourself down to show her you have nothing else on you. She nods before you hear Azalea laugh under her breath. The boy who stood beside you dumped his things into the boxes. Lots of electronics... "Save yourself the trouble." she glancing at you before turning her attention to the Drama school bad boy. Azalea laughs under her breath behind you as he dumps his belongings. His head shoots up.

"Azalea." He says evenly.

"Cam." she replies. You turn to Azalea.

"You know him?" you whisper curiously. She glances at him.

"Please... Don't remind me." she groans pulling you away from the teacher. You look over your shoulder, you notice he is watching you go with a smirk on his face. You both exit the building and into the school yard which was surprisingly overgrown and not exactly kept the nicest. "So what do you think of of she-man back there." you laugh quietly following her to a stage area outside. "Woman or man?"

"Woman. Is this a test?" you say hopping up onto the stage beside her. She looks at me grinning.

"Yes. One of many. You passed that one though." she frowns before she continues on with what she was saying, "That building over there in the field with the other stage is Bliss. That's what we students call it anyway," she shrugs "That is where we have social night on Fridays and some of our classes." The building had a modern look to it, almost like it came out of 2020.

"So we meet up at the end of the week there and perform?" you ask watching her pull out a pair of scissors she must have taken out of the hazards box next to the box for your belongings. This felt more like a school for kids under lock down than drama school. Maybe this is why your parents sent you here instead of keeping you at the school in Scotland. You sigh, missing your dog and best friend more than ever right now.

"Yep. Fair warning, you will hate the classes here. You wouldn't be human if you did not. The only fun thing is theater. You never know what you will learn and you my dear have come just in time because in two days you get to witness these nut jobs perform in Bliss." she smiles handing you the scissors she took out of her pocket. You look at her confused and she turns away from you. "Cut my hair like yours."

"What?" you gasp. Had she really just asked you that?

"Cut my hair like yours. I like it, it's sexy and edgy and I want it." she says looking out at the yard of kids who were  looking at papers and talking.

"But Azalea your hair is so beautiful.." it was true her hair shined under the sun which meant this girls hair meant more to her than this school.

"Oh fiddle faddle. Chop Chop dearie." she says in a posh British accent making you chuckle as you weigh the scissors in your hand. You had only cut hair a handful of times from what you can remember. You cut Allies hair after she broke up with her boyfriend of two years but that was the only person you remember cutting hair for. "Don't tell me you have never cut hair before." she sighs exasperated.

"No I have." when you were younger. Which you don't remember.

"Well then chop chop. We haven't got much time. Your first class starts in 20 minutes." She hands you the hair tie over her shoulder, you hesitantly take it before pulling her hair back into a loose pony where you begin to cut evenly. The hair falls to the old stage floor and she gasps turning around picking it up. You sit quiet for a moment before you watch a smile spread across her face as she turns back around. "Good job. Keep going."

You continue to cut her hair in a peaceful silence before you notice a large scar on her shoulder. You stop and stare at the scar being reminded of the one you have on the side of your head. You tried your best to remember what had happen that night but it was useless. You couldn't remember and you never would remember.

"Azalea... Your shoulder it's-"

"Scarred? Yeah I know." she takes your hand and presses it gently to the scar you could feel how deep it went into her skin, it was warm almost hot. "You scared of it?" She teases and you shake your head slowly feeling close to a memory before it disappears entirely.

"No." you answer pulling your hand away before you continue cutting at her hair. "How did you get it?"

"Remember when you clam up when someone asks you how you got that gash on the side of your head." she says and you look away nodding. She takes her hands through her hair. "Touch up the back. Make me real pretty, make me look like you." she says turning away and you gape at her. 'Make me look like you.'

You cut the last piece and sit back admiring your work. You did really good, it was almost like your mind took over and did it for you. "Your haircut is done." you finally say laying the scissors down on the wooden stage.

"Sweet." she says turning around taking the scissors and throwing them into her bag along with her hair. You didn't even know she brought a bag. "Come on, I will give you the rest of our grand tour before we head to class." You didn't have much choice. You scramble off the stage dropping onto the ground wiping off your hands before you follow her. "Inside is our state of the art gymnasium, this place is basically a school just for teens who want to be actors and actresses. One of the actors who used to go here donated a shit ton of money to make that gymnasium. Must have been one of those work out freaks." You groaned. Gym class was never your forte. "Sis on my dead body. Coach Bragg's is Satan in the flesh."

You laughed as you had to practically jog to keep up with the strange girl in front of you. The lawn in the area close to the school had been well taken care of, but now it was starting to become overgrown in some areas.

"I know what your thinking, for a rich school like this they could at least get someone to take care of the grounds. Trust me they do. She-man in there is head of the school and she is a neat freak. She is absolutely furious with the team of people we have every two weeks come out and take care of this place. It's been about two months since they came out. I'm pretty sure they are done with her." Z laughs and you chuckle. "Anyways, we come out here a lot us outcasts and hang with each other. It's one big pharmapalooza."

That was a word you recognized well. Z snorts.

"So someone is home, I saw a light go on up there. Well my dear Y/n you may have seen other drama school parties but you have never seen Rada kids throw a party."

"What is the difference?" you asked curiously. Surely they would be the same, its just parties. You had never actually been to the parties at the royal conservatoire

"You'll see." she pauses before turning around to face you laying a hand on your shoulder. "You'll come over and hang out tonight okay?" she smiles and you are taken by surprise with the invitation. "Promise?"

"Thought I was just your slave" you joke and she smirks.

"Rule number two, don't listen to me." she laughs "I'm certifiably insane!" she pats your shoulder started her quick walk again and you trail behind her sighing. Wait.

"What is rule one?"

"Keep up!"

She skids to a halt and you have to jump out of the way before you run into her slamming your calf into a stone bench making you clench your teeth. "Cool."

"Cool." you repeat through clenched teeth taking a look around at the kids standing in groups talking. Most of them were violating the dress code which you had read when your parents had drove you here because you had nothing better to do. A group of guys dressed in black hoodies taking puffs out of the cigarettes that rested in between their lips or pointer and index finger. You could tell they already thought they were the shit. You rub your calf as your eyes land on a group of girls whispering with each other as they mess with their hair. You were surprised they did not get detention with those clothes they were wearing. The sideways glance from the blonde with pounds of makeup on made you quickly advert your glance to a guy and girl who were hugging each other. They looked like they were meant to be... Then you realized it was the couple from inside who were kissing and hugging each other.

Azalea noticed your eyes running all over the kids who stood outside in groups talking.

"We all do what we can to make it through these tiring days." she says taking a seat on the bench underneath the magnolia patting the spot next to her for you. You wiped away a mound of wet leaves and flowers that fell off the tree, but just before you sat down you noticed another dress code violation.

A very attractive dress code violation.

He wore a black leather jacket over his white shirt, a red scarf around his neck as his ray bans covered his eyes from the sun. He was all that you could look at, in fact everything else paled in comparison and for one long moment you forgot about everything.

You took in his golden brown hair and his matching tan skin. His high cheekbones, his sharp jawline, the soft shape of his lips. In all the books you had read the love interest was always mind blowingly gorgeous except for that one little flaw. The small gap in his canines, that small curl at the end of his hair, and the mole on his neck. He'd risk being unapproachable.  But approachable or not, you always had a weakness for extremely attractive men. Like this guy.

He leaned up against the brick wall of the building his arms crossed over his chest and for a split second an image flashed in your head you saw yourself folded into those arms. You shook your head but the vision stayed so clear you almost took off after him. No. This was crazy. Right? You were well aware that this instinct was absolutely insane. You didn't even know this guy.

He talked to a shorter guy next to him with a toothy smile like most of the kids here. They were laughing so hard and so genuine, it made you weirdly jealous. She tried to remember the last time she laughed that hard, being so carefree and happy but as always she couldn't remember.

"That's Taron Egerton." Z says crossing her feet at the ankle stuffing her hands in her pockets watching you closely. "Seems like he captured someones attention."

"Understatement." you agree, suddenly feeling embarrassed at how much of a fool she must have looked like a fool to Azalea.

"Well.. I mean if you like that sort of thing."

"What's not to like." you say honestly look over at Azalea who let a breathy laugh past her lips shaking her head.

"The kid next to him, is Roland. He has been here the longest. He has been here before me, that's saying a lot. He is cool though, he has some sticky fingers though anything you want he will get it for you. He knows this school system like the back of his hand so he is an expert." you nod along with what she is saying before turning your attention back to the two boys leaning against the wall.

"What about Taron? What's his story?"

"Oh she doesn't give up." she talks to herself before she exhales. "No one really knows to be honest. Came here from Wales around the same time I did. He holds pretty tight to his mysterious man persona. Could just be your typical College asshole." she shrugs and you scoff.

"I'm no stranger to assholes." you say. The first guy you met at your school in Scotland was a dickhead but ended up becoming your best friend. You missed Richard and Allie they always knew how to make your laugh somehow.

You glanced again at Taron. He took his glasses off and slid them inside the pocket of his jacket before he turned to look at you. His gaze caught yours, you watched his eyes widen and then quickly narrow in surprise. When Taron held your gaze, your breath caught in your throat. You recognized him from somewhere. But surely you would remember meeting someone like him who was so handsome. You would remember the feeling of how absolutely shaken up you were like you were now.  You realized you still locking eyes, he flashed you a smile and a jet of warmth shot through your body and you couldn't help the smile that spread across your face but then he raised his hand in the air

and flipped you off.

You gasped and looked away.

"What?" Azalea asks oblivious to what had just happen looking up at you. "Never mind. We don't have time. I sense the bell." As if on cue the bell rang and everybody begins to walk inside talking. Azalea tugs on your hand talking about where to meet her next and when but you were still reeling at the fact you just got sent the bird by such a perfect stranger. Your feelings of getting flipped off by Taron vanished and now all that remained was the thought of what the hell was this guys problem?

Just before you went into your first class, you dared to glance  back. His face was blank, but there was no mistaking it... he was watching you go.

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Wave 2 Diary of Draculaura

15♥September

I “broke up” with Jackson Jekyll today... not that we were ever really dating I mean officially, which would have been nice but every time he would ask me out he would totally pull the invisible boy act on me and not show up. Or call. The next day he was always very sweet and apologetic but he could never remember why he forgot our date. I guess the final nail in the coffin was when he didn’t meet me at this party and I totally felt like a one tombstone graveyard. I ended up dancing with this scary hot DJ named Holt Hyde who acted like he knew me although I’m pretty sure that we hadn’t met before. Jackson and I are still friends but sometimes that’s just how the tombstone crumbles.

25♥September

Went to the beach with Frankie, Clawdeen and Clawd to watch Lagoona surf. It was a beautiful day, which meant I had to break out the sunscreen although the stuff I have to use is more like sunwall. It’s so thick it’s like being coated in honey and it’s like a sand magnet so I pretty much have to stay on a blanket the whole time or I end up looking like a sand sculpture. Oh well, it’s worth the annoyance to get to spend the day at the beach.

30♥September

I stayed up late reading a new novel about a forbidden romance between a werewolf girl and a vampire boy... like that would ever happen... but it’s so sweet and tragic I couldn’t put it down. Of course I slept through my alarm and was almost late for school, which meant my makeup was a mess cause I couldn’t take my time putting it on. Luckily, Ghoulia saw me before anyone else did and she helped me straighten it out so I didn’t walk into my first class looking like an undead clown... not that there’s anything wrong with that.

1♥October

I took one of those quizzes to see what kind of creature I am - I think all the teen monster mags have them now - which seems kind of strange since like I already know. Anyway, the quiz had questions ike: What is your favorite haunt? What is your favorite food? Would you rather be dead or undead? Do you run, shamble, fly or ooze? So after I answered all the questions I turned to the back to read: Congratulations! You are a Woodland Nymph! You are kind, gentle and love sunshine and nature. You probably make your home in a tree where you enjoy the company of many woodland animals that you would never scare or eat. I wonder if I should share this with father? LOL... maybe not = )

7♥October 

Clawd and Spectra had a monster argument today and it created such a fuss that both of them got called into Headmistress Bloodgood’s office. I don’t think I’ve ever seen Clawd so angry or Spectra so self-righteous but neither of them would talk about it when they came out of HHB’s office - not even to me! Clawdeen thinks it has something to do with Cleo and Clawd but I totally don’t understand how she made that connection. Now Clawdeen is mad at Cleo. Again. This is really sad and since it seemed like they were starting to actually tolerate each other.  

12♥October

I know a lot of monsters are not excited about having to write an essay on our monster heritage but I think it’s creeperifically cool! First of all, I’m writing a screenplay about my un-life and I think this will really help the third act and secondly because it gives me the opportunity to set the record straight about a couple of things. Beginning with the fact that my father is much older than any monster realizes. I mean he was already a vampire back when togas were first considered fashionable... sooo glad father doesn’t wear one anymore. Then there was that whole identity theft calamity that happened when we rented our castle in Transylvania to a total con-monster who went around pretending to be father. Now I have to carry a copy of my death certificate to prove that I really am as old as I say I am cause some monsters think I must be related to that loser. Unfortunately for the imposter his bats came home to roost and not in a good way either. The rest of my story, like how father took in me and my mother when no one else would and why I’m a vegan vampire I’m going to save for the screenplay which I would like to film in pink and white. How scary cool would that be?

16♥October

In the span on 3 days Clawdeen missed a test in Mad Science, a school dance and a buy one get one shoe sale at the Maul. Frankie and I knew something had to be wrong but Clawdeen wouldn’t answer our texts or emails. Finally Clawd showed us a picture he took of Clawdeen with his iCoffin. Her hair... it was... it was... not of this world. Clawd said she couldn’t fix it and had to “ctrl+alt+delete her new ‘do” with a pair of electric clippers. He said she was so depressed that she turned all her mirrors toward the wall and wasn’t even growling at Howleen for borrowing her clothes. I suggested we shave our heads too but then Frankie reminded me how fast Clawdeen’s hair grows and that we’d be bald a lot longer than she would so we came up with the idea of going to the Maul and buying Clawdeen a fierce fashionista scare package to cheer her up instead and that’s just what we did. Of course we bought some things for ourselves too = )

25♥October

I was supposed to fang out with the ghouls last night but I didn’t. I tried to explain what happened to Clawdeen but I couldn’t. She was annoyed with me cause I always tell her everything. She thinks I’m keeping a secret from her which I guess I sort of am but I’m not sure I want to talk to anybody about it yet. So I wrote this poem to describe what happened. I don’t know why it’s easier for me to express emotions in verse but sometimes it just is. I read it to Count Fabulous who usually leaves the room when I get too sappy but this time he flew down and gave me a little bat hug when I was finished. 

One fall autumn night I took a walk jaunt

to meet some friends at a familiar haunt

The sky above was very starry bright

and there seemed to me not a cloud in sight

So off I went without sans umbrella or coat

although what I probably needed was really a boat

Caust the clouds came rolled in with a dragon’s roar

and shortly thereafter it bagan to pour

Not a pleasant rain, good for plant and flower

but a driving, unfriendly, cold hard icy shower

Now I was halfway between home and there

my makeup was running ruined and so was my hair

With no shelter in sight or a way to get dry

I put my head face in my hands and started to cry

When out of the shower rain a voice broke through,

“Hey D it’s me Clawd, hey D is that you?”

As I blinked through the tears and rain I could see

Clawdeen’s brother Clawd, waving at me

Across four lanes of traffic bravely he dashed

with umbrella in hand to my side he flashed

He led helped me back to his car warm and dry

said not a word till I’d finished my cry

“Here’s a hot coffinccino whip cream no foam,

it’ll warm you right up while I drive you home.”

From the car he walked me up to my door

protecting me still from the storm’s downpour

As he turned to leave I placed a kiss on his cheek

then I ran inside before he could speak.

And while I watched his car disappear from sight

I felt something happen change for me that night

No longer did I see him as just my best friend’s brother

that night, to me, he became something other. 

The great thing about poetry is that it doesn’t have to be epic to express how you feel. Now I have to wonder, “Does he feel the same?”

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Animal Adventure X Episode 8: Get Ready To Get Schooled! (SCRIPT)

It’s been a while since I posted any Animal Adventure related content. But luckily, I found something that’s pretty interesting. A script for the 8th episode of Animal Adventure X! (At least, the script for the English dub.)

The script ends pretty abruptly nearly halfway through. But what we have so far is good enough to give us some insight as to how the episode itself would’ve played out. (Along with giving us a glimpse into what the Animal Adventure X TV series is like.)

With all that said, let’s dive in!

(Strikethrough text reflects the pieces of dialogue that were cut out.)

                                             ANIMAL ADVENTURE X

Episode 8: Get Ready To Get Schooled!

Narrator: Another day begins in the Aeros region. As our heroes--

(The camera pans to Velocity, Alex, and Amy who are still sleeping)

Narrator: Still sleeping...

(Chi bursts through the door. Cheery as ever.)

Chi: Wake up guys, it’s time to start the show!

(The others ignore her and continue sleeping)

Chi: I said... WAKE UP!!!

Velocity: What did you do that for?

Alex: Yeah sis, you I was having a great dream about a rice ball until you showed up.

Chi: Well, I’m sorry that I woke you up from your “PERFECT DREAM”. Besides, you’ve got three have a serious day of Stamp collecting ahead of you.

Amy: That’s right!

Velocity: We still gotta get the 3rd Aeros League Stamp!

(The three of them run oAfter eating their breakfast, Velocity, Alex, and Amy run off into New Leaf Town wh unaware that they’re being watched by Dr. Dogman and Britty.) who are watching the trio from a nearby tree.)

Britty: Well, whatever are they doing now?

Dogman: Looks like those fools are headed for the town. Probably for another Stamp.

Britty: Which should be the perfect time for an ambush!

Dogman: Precisely! Now let’s follow them and see find what out what else they’re up too!

Both: Huzzah!!

(Before setting out to follow Velocity and friends, both their stomachs start to grumble.)

Dr. Dogman: After we get something to eat...

Britty: Nya...

(The next scene switches back to Velocity, Alex, and Amy as they continue to walk around the Town)

Alex: Says here that the next Stamp tent should be in Neon City.* [EMPIRE CITY]

Velocity: Great! That means th should get me even closer to the Aeros Leagues!

Amy: Don’t forget about us!

Alex: Yeah Velocity, do you even have some type of strategy to take on Bijou?

Velocity(Baffled): Bijou?

Alex: Says here that she’s supposed to be the Stamp Holder there. The guidebook also says that she uses lightning fast attacks against her foes.

Velocity: Lightning fast? Pssh, I can take her on anyday.

Amy: Well Your missing the point Velocity. Georgi and Colette Chi might have been easy, but Bijou is a whole nother 10 times different.

(Velocity soon understands how strong Bijou is)

Velocity: I guess you’re right... But, what can I do in order to prepare for Bijou?

Amy: Well--

???: Are you three talking about Stamp Holders?

Velocity: Yeah. L- Wait a sec, who said that?

???: I did!

(Suddenly, a man wearing a purple uniform approches the duo)

Alex: Who are you?

Piggl

Piggleston: Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Piggleston and I run the Piggleston Battle Academy here in New Leaf Town!

Alex: Battle Academy?

Of course

Piggleston: In my The Battle Academy is a special school where students can learn how to take on Stamp Holders with using by using the best battle strategies that there are!

Piggleston: And the best part, is I’m that I’m the Headmaster!

(Piggleston begins to twri twirl around in a purple leotard while dancinc laughing.)

Velocity: Uh, does that mean you’re also one of the teachers there?

Piggleston: Yep!

Amy: That’s great!

(Pats Velocity and Alex’s backs) before firmly p

My name’s Amy and, me and my friends here could really learn a thing or two from you.

Piggleston: Does that mean you’re all interested into enrolling into my academy?

Amy: Of course! We’d be glad to join.

Piggleston: Wonderful!

(Piggleston : continues to dance while Velocity and Alex begin to get angry at Amy)

Velocity: What was that all about?

Amy: You should be thanking I don’t know why you two are angry at me, you should be thanking me for what I just did back there.

Alex: I guess you’re right...

Velocity: Those lessons could help out us come up with a way to beat Bijou.

Alex: So where is your Battle Academy Piggleston?

Piggleston: It’s right near Route 1! Follow me!

(The trio then follows Piggleston to his Battle Academy. Mea While that’s happening, Dogman and Britty pop out of a nearby bush.)

Dogman (Baffled): Battle Academy?

Britty: Looks like the twerps off to hit the books again.

Dogman: Figured. That feline pest is more suited for school higher grades

Britty: rather than Stamps.

Britty: You know, you could probably learn a thing or two from that same school Dogman head, that way, you won’t fail anymore!

Dogman (Ticked off): I’d watch my mouth if I were you. I can disassemble you anytime I want.

Britty: *sigh* Sometimes I wish I wasn’t a robot...

(The camera cuts to Velocity, Alex, Amy, and Piggleston who are all on their way to the Battle Academy)

Piggleston:

Amy I think I’m starting regret to regret my decision...

Alex: Come on Amy, this was YOUR idea.

Velocity: Yeah! We’re not

Velocity (Continued): going anywhere until we learn a bit about Stamp Holders Bijou.

Piggleston: Ah, here we are!

(Piggleston runs off in front of the school) Feast your eyes on the Battle Academy!

Velocity, Alex, and Amy: Woah!

(The trio is amazed by the scope of the Battle Academy)

Velocity: This place is huge.

Alex: I wonder how much money went into making this school.

Piggleston: About 500′000′000 dollars. But enough about that, please come in!

(The four enter the Battle Academy)

SO, you three want to know how to beat Bijou right?

Velocity: That’s kind of the whole reason why we came here.

Piggleston: Well lucky for you, there’s a class about Bijou right down the hall! Now, let’s get going!

(Piggleston then pushes Velocity, Alex, and Amy into the classroom while that’s happening, Dogman and Britty follow them inside)

Dogman: This place is huge!

Britty: I bet’cha the Headmasters loaded.

He’s probably swimming through a pool filled with his money as we speak.

Dogman: If he’s that rich then, he must have something valuable.

Britty: And whereever we  find something valuable, we take it!

Dogman: Exactly!

(The camera then cuts to Velocity, Alex, and Amy. Who are escorted into a by Piggleston into a classroom)

Velocity: This classroom is huge!

Alex: I guess that’s what happens when you have 500′000′000 dollars.

Piggleston: Alright, you three can take a closer seat over there while I begin the lesson.

(Piggleston clears his throat before greeting the class)

Piggleston: Good Morning class!

Class: Good Morning Mr. Piggleston!

Piggleston: Today, we’re going to learn about Stamp Holders. Now before we get started, I would like to introduce you to our temporary students for today. Please give a warm welcome for Velocity, Alex, and Amy!

(The entire class turns around to greet the trio)

Class: Hello, welcome to the Battle Academy!

Amy: Wow, the students here are so lively.

Alex: They really must enjoy being here.

Piggleston: Now that that’s out of the way, it’s Time to start today’s lesson! Today, we are going to clearn about Stamp Holders. As many of you may know, Stamp Holders are people who challenge anyone who steps into their Stamp Tents in order for to test their opponent’s strength. Once they have been defeated in a battle, the challenger is awarded with a Stamp! Unlike your average Stamps, these Stamps are gi special as they give you access to are proof of your victory against the Stamp the various Stamp Holders across the region. an One example is the Basic Stamp which is given out by Chi, who is the Stamp Holder of our very own New Leaf Town.

Alex: That’s my sister!

Piggleston: Now we will discuss on how to beat a Stamp Holder. Our subject for today will be Bijou from Empire City.

Velocity: Finally time to learn something about Bijou.

Piggleston: Bijou is known for her lightning fast agility and dazzling attacks, which could do be disasterous if you’re not quick enough.

Student 1: So, what should you do?

Piggleston: Good question Kenta! The first thing you need to do is to watch her moves so you can se what she will come up with next. The next thing you should do is to counter against her with a Protective attack or by using a Ground technique technique which should the latter should come in handy i when Bijou comes in for a close range attack.

Student 2: What happens if you defeat her?

Piggleston: I was just about to get to that Chip! If you remember what y I have taught you today and successfully defeat Bijou, then you will be rewarded with the Pop Star Stamp!

(The class is then impressed by a picture of the Pop Star Stamp)

Velocity: So that’s the STamp I’m aiming for.

Alex: Yep! Says so right here in the guidebook.

Piggleston: Now before we end today’s lesson, I want all of you to take a 2 page quiz on what you learned today.

(Velocity, Alex, and Amy are Velocity: What, a quiz?

Alex: Nobody said anything about a test!

(Piggleston co walks over to the trio to ensure them)

Piggleston: You don’t have three d Relax Alex. You three aren’t a part of this school which means, that you don’t have to take the quiz.

Amy: *sigh* That’s a relief...

Piggleston: I’d As much as I would love to guide you three around the school, I have to stay here in the classroom and take care of the class. But because of your interest in this is the Battle Academy, I’ll assign two of my students to give you a tour. Ricky? Momo? Could I please have a minute of your time?

(Two children get up from their seats and s walk over to Piggleston)

Piggleston: Velocity, Alex, Amy, allow me to introduce you to Ricky and Momo.

(Momo a callico cat that wore a white dress and a pink skirt along with a red bow on the back of her head, begins to greet the trio)

Momo: Nice to meet you!

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And, THAT’S the whole script. Like I said earlier, the script ends pretty abruptly. Ending right after Momo introduces herself to the main trio. (We don’t even get any dialogue for Ricky.)

I remember reading this a few years back and remembering that there was more content written. With Velocity and the gang hearing a loud blast while eating dinner. (Which probably would’ve lead to the big confrontation between the heroes and Dogman for the episode.)

From a critic’s point of view, this episode does a good job at elaborating more on how the battles in this show work alongside the Stamp challenge. There’s some pretty funny lines in here too! (I find Piggleston to be the funniest out of most of the characters in this episode.) The dynamic between Velocity, Alex, and Amy is pretty solid with each of them retaining their personalities from the video games while also fitting in some new ones that make them play off of each other very nicely.

Hopefully, the full script (or better yet, the ACTUAL episode.) is out there somewhere and someone can finish up what I never got to write.

(I should get going now. It took me nearly an hour to write this...)

#Animal Adventure #animal adventure X #Sega #Sonic Team #Animal Adventure Company #TV TOKYO #script

[1the-trash-can1]

~ Chapter 6 ~ The Triple Dare ~

⚠Curse Word Warning⚠

⚠Slight Abuse/Degrading Warning⚠

⚠Warning: Mentions of self-harm⚠

----------Denki's POV----------

"Katsuki?" I questioned with slight hesitancy.

"What's up? You never call, also it's 5 in the fuckin' afternoon." He didn't sound angry. Simply confused.

"I-I. Uh? Need a place to stay. I'm not in the best position right now, and I--" I was cut off by a dragged out sigh,

"Yes, you can stay, fucking Pikachu. Anything else?" He grumbles out a response.

"U-um, can Addie come too?" I hesitantly responded, counting the time before his response.

"Yes. You're telling me what's goin' on the second you get here, right?" It was rhetorical, I knew that.

"Thank you, you can't even begin to think of how grateful I am!" I exclaim excitedly, and before I could hang up, a slight grumble emits from the doorway of my room,

"Who's that, slut? Your boyfriend?" My father begins storming toward me.

"W-what? N-no. I-I d-don't have one." I stuttered out due to pure fear, I didn't want more pain then I had already received.

Once my father was mere inches from my face, he brought a fist up to punch me, only to be interrupted by the creak of the front door. I look up to see a smirk set upon my father's drunken face. Mom was home, and that only meant trouble for me.

Before this, my mother was on a business trip out to Spain, she wasn't coming back for another week. But, before my father read my diary, she had sent a text to both of us, informing it would end quicker then it was planned too. Though, the timing of her break from work was terrible. Of course, she comes back after my father finds out I'm gay, for the second time may I add, and when I was just about to finally get some peace and quiet.

Her heavy footsteps echo through the empty hallway, mixing with the sound of zippers on her boots and creaky floorboards. She finally makes it to my room, with a smug grin on her face, as she had finally accomplished something for once.

"I can't wait to have some fun, Denki! Aren't you just ecstatic, you whore?"

----------Eijiro's POV----------

"Kirishima, nice to see you again! I suppose you're here for Mina, correct?" Mr.Ashido speaks with a happy tone.

"Yes! Is she almost ready?" I almost didn't have time to finish the sentence as Mina spoke out,

"Yeah, I'm ready!" Mina calls out as she walks down the steps, wearing a cropped hoodie and jeans.

"Alright, you two lovebirds have fun. Remember, at 1 am Mina, ok?" Mrs.Ashido calls out as we walk away,

"Of course mama!" It's funny how she still calls her that, but who am I to judge.

We begin walking towards my car, which is fresh off of the road of the car dealership. My Mom's car just wasn't cutting it for my liking, so she promised she get me my own. She owned up to the promise today by taking me, I wasn't getting anything too fancy, just something that'll get me around, y' know?

As the car doors make their usual sounds of closure, Mina's smile quickly falls flat, along with her face as well. It was weird for me to see her like that, Mina was always grinning or smiling, especially when we went on dates, but there was something on her mind, that was for sure.

"Hey, you okay, Baby?" I gently lay my hand in hers, in between the cup holders, before linking our fingers.

"Hm? Oh, I guess not, it's just been rough lately. My dad's been lying about his recent debt, debts can change a person, he's no longer eating family dinners or even coming out of office. He works his ass off, and it seems he gets nothing in return that's good." Mina claims, her voice falling soft as well, and her grip on my hands tighten before continuing, "I'm just scared, Eijiro, this is harder to watch than anything else."

She begins to tear up, but knowing her, I start up the car and begin driving. In moments like these there's not much else to say but 'Sorry', and no one wants to hear the phrase when you can't say any other words.

----------Author's POV----------

So, Summer continued, but everyone's secrets stay locked tight until the new school year. Izuku stayed as far away as he could, tending to stay at Hitoshi's or Sero's, saying he couldn't go back to his small town. But the question lingered in his mind, 'Where's my mother?'. Sero often helped Izuku cope with his loss, as he fell into a rough and long period of depression, to the point where Sero had to suggest professional help.

Sero forced him to go to an appointment, specifically to get tested for depression, along with anxiety. It was confirmed, and Sero didn't think it changed much, he wasn't surprised, more supportive to help his small friend.

That same day, Sero found Izuku sitting on the cold, marble countertop, with red blood dripping from his arm, cut marks slightly visible underneath. At first, like most would, he panicked, but remembered to keep calm in stressful situations. He had helped Izuku that day forward, trying his best to protect him.

On the contrary, Kaminari was submerged with comfort by Katsuki for what had happened, things began turning up for him. In most cases, Katsuki would refuse to help anyone, but this was a situation that called for it. Kaminari and Addie were even allowed by Mrs. and Mr.Bakugou to stay, as long as they needed.

Still, Kaminari's mind was always trailing off elsewhere, whether it be the incident at the shelter or the amazing boy he had fallen for the night of the U.A. homecoming, quite literally. He and Hitoshi didn't speak much, though when they did, it was always the bus to the mental hospital. Of which, was still questioned of why Kaminari was there, Hitoshi had an idea either way. He was determined to find out any way possible.

Kirishima mainly focused on his Basketball skills, he was determined to succeed next year and beat his current record of over 150 points for the season. But, he was still aware of his school work and grades. Yes, Basketball was a top priority, but the foul shot could wait, he needed to keep straight B's at least. Eijiro only gets straight A's, even his previous school years, not once has he ever gotten a B, according to him of course.

'Summers over, it's time for The Triple Dare'

|| Word Count || ~~ 1110 ||

#TheTripleDare #bakudeku #kirisero #shinkami #fic

[beardrabbles]

THIN ICE

rating: k

words: 1796

characters: female stark reader, peter parker, tony stark

notes: ( ao3 request ) I deleted the chapter with the request like the dummy I am, but the gist of it was reader is a Stark, and Peter is frightened of Tony after learning that. Been a while, but I’m glad to be writing for you all again! :D

tags: none

“Weather’s nice…”

“Mhmm.”

“Would really suck if it was raining.”

“Yeah, it would.”

You spare a moment to glance at the boy beside you and find him muttering quietly to himself, the tone reprimanding and self-depreciating. Without meaning to, you giggled. You had fully anticipated waiting alone on the edge of the street, but another had arrived not long after you had. Clearly, the ones that had promised to pick you up were late, forcing awkward interaction between you and the one with splotchy, red cheeks. Although, now that you were getting a longer look at him — with his pushed back hair and his kind eyes — something about him seemed familiar.

“I feel like I’ve seen you before, but I don’t remember you being in any of my classes.” You turned to him, giving him your undivided attention. “Have we met before?”

The boy chuckled nervously and gave his lean shoulders a shrug. “I don’t think we have. I mean, aside from now. Now we’ve met.”

“Have we?” You arched a brow, and it only made him redder still. “Cause it still doesn’t feel like I know who you are.”

“Oh, yeah! Parker. Uh, Peter.” He held a hand out and smiled twitchily.

“Peter Parker? Nice to meet you. My name is (Y/N).” You were sure to avoid saying your last name, and he didn’t seem to catch that. Your first name was enough to make his eyes light up and his posture slacken even after you placed your hand in his.

“(Y/N). That’s a nice name.” He shook your hand for a second too long, but was prompt in dropping it after he realized how long he’d held it for. “You waiting for someone to pick you up?”

“Yeah, my dad.” You rolled your eyes and looked down both ends of the street, but didn’t spot the car you knew your father was driving. There was always the possibility it would blend in, except your father’s car was far from dusty or rusty or average. You knew for an absolute fact that you’d recognize it from miles away, and you had yet to see it after waiting nearly an hour. “Figures he’d be late.”

“I dunno, I’m kind of glad he’s late. Wouldn’t have been able to talk to you if he got here on time.” Peter became flushed again, and so did you. “Hey, I know this is sudden, but would you wanna hang out with me and my friends tomorrow? We were going to get pizza and relax a little before tests start next week.”

“Relaxing before tests? No studying?”

“It’s Ned’s idea, and I think he’s right. We can only study so much, and pizza’s good.” Peter laughed, and you joined in soon after.

“He is right. Y’know, I’ve been here for about a week and I’ve done nothing but run around. Keeping up with my classes, getting used to being in a new state, new school, not knowing anyone — it’s a pain. I think vegging out over some pizza would do me some good.”

“Great! Here.” Peter fished out his phone and handed it over. “So I can tell you where we’re meeting.”

“Good idea.” He didn’t give you the impression that he was doing this just to get your number, but you would have given it to him either way. Peter seemed nice and a little dorky, but you knew you could be too.

You tapped your number into his phone, and he was quick to send you a text so you could add his number in exchange. The single pizza slice emoji elicited a giggle before you put your phone away. “So, are you waiting for someone too?”

Peter nodded and began to rock on the soles of his sneakers. “Yeah! My mentor’s got something planned for me, and he said he’d pick me up today to make things easier.”

“Mentor? Are you an intern?” You would have been more surprised, but most of the students you now shared a school with were smart enough to own their own business.

“It’s not a big deal.” Peter shrugged modestly and looked down at his feet. “It’s just some big, hot-shot guy. Super cool. His tech is beyond what I expected. Loads smarter than me, but he’s teaching me so much. He’s kind of the best, but I think he already knows that.”

“Not a big deal, huh?” You laughed and nudged him with your shoulder. “He sounds pretty great. Who is it?”

“Oh, uh... You’ve heard of him. Everyone has.” His hesitation was endearing but ill timed. As he struggled with the balance between modesty and excited bragging, a car pulled up alongside the street. The slick, black exterior still managed to glisten despite the overcast sky and the looming threat for rain. The windows were tinted, of course, but you knew who sat in the driver’s seat.

“Looks like Dad finally decided to show up.” You adjusted the pack on your back and grinned towards Peter, but all you saw was confusion.

“Dad? But that’s Mr. Stark’s car.”

It was your turn to look at him strangely. “Mr. Stark? You sound like one of the people that works for him.”

“I don’t work for him, but——”

“He idolizes me.” Tony stepped out of the car, a cheeky smirk on his lips. “Who doesn’t?” 

You wanted to groan loudly at your father’s mountain sized ego, but you had less self-centered people to talk to at the moment. Addressing Peter again, you had only one question. “Let me guess, he’s the mentor you were talking about?”

“He never told me he had a daughter!” Peter balked.

“You never asked.” Tony countered. He moved around the nose of the car, brown eyes peering over the tops of his sunglasses. “I had a feeling you two would run into each other eventually.”

“How come I haven’t run into her while working with you?” Peter looked between the two of you, spotting minor similarities in posture, facial structure and ( now that the two of you were speaking ) the cadence in speech.

“Because I’m not his shadow, as much as he’d love for me to be.” You pass him a smile, but it was too sweet and clearly fake. The smile he gave you in return was soft and genuine, a rare sight. An arm wrapped around your shoulder and pulled you in, his facial hair rough against your temple where he placed a loving, fatherly kiss.

“She’s got her own plans. Whether they follow mine or they go in an entirely different direction doesn’t matter. She’s a Stark! She’s destined to be the best in any field!” He bragged, giving your shoulders an extra squeeze before releasing you. You were flush under his praise, and you had to wonder what you’d done to deserve such an accepting father.

“This.  .  . is weird.” Peter frowned, and it caused both you and Tony to raise an eyebrow in such a way that it only weirded him out more that you two were so alike.

“What’s weird about it?” Tony asked.

“I just asked her ou——” Peter sucked in a breath, paused with his mouth open, then clamped his lips shut. Sadly, it was too late. Tony tensed beside you, and you felt the need to leap forward and protect Peter from the sudden shift in atmosphere.

“He wanted me to hang out with him and his friends.” You quickly amended.

Tony licked behind his lower lip and shoved his hands into the pockets of his faded jeans, his whole posture threatening. There was a moment of silence, but it somehow still felt noisy with the sheer amount of thoughts rolling around in Tony’s head.

“Him and his friends, or just him?” The question he posed felt like it was meant for you, but his dark eyes remained on Peter. Because of this, you kept your mouth shut and let him answer.

“Mr. Stark, you know I’d never——”

“Alone or with friends, Parker?” The sharp jab of his last name made Peter flinch.

“With friends! You know them. I’ve told you about them. Ned and MJ wanted to get pizza and hang out, but we haven’t picked a place yet. So we exchanged numbers so I could tell her when we did. I swear, it’s just to chill out before testing next week.” He sounded pleading, and it annoyed you — not because the pleading itself bothered you, but because your father was causing it.

“Dad, get back in the freakin’ car.” You grabbed his arm and turned him around, hands pushing at his back. He didn’t fight you off, but he did raise his hands while complaining.

“You’re dismissing your own father? I’m hurt, (Y/N). I never thought a boy would be more important than family.” He followed along as he was lead back to the driver side door.

“You are an actual menace. Leave us alone. I’m a big girl, and I want friends.” Once you neared the door, you lowered your voice so only he could hear. “You know him, right? Is he alright?”

“He’s more than alright.” Tony whispered back. “He’s one of the smartest kids I’ve met, aside from you. A little on a dweeb side, but you could make worse friends. Don’t tell him I said that, you I’m docking your allowance.”

“You won’t.” You smiled and bit at your lip. “So I can go with him?”

“Only if I’m allowed to mess with him a little more.” Perfectly white teeth were flashed in a cheeky grin. “I think I freaked him out.”

“I think so too.” You suppressed the urge to laugh and stepped back. “But you’re an actual butthead.”

“I know.” Tony winked, then put on another severe expression that he directed towards Peter. Sharply and menacingly, he motioned with two fingers that he would be keeping his eyes on the young hero. Peter stammered again, but Tony had already folded himself into the driver’s seat.

You moved around the car again and stopped in front of Peter, a spring in your step.

“Text me when you’ve got it figured out. I wanna come along.” You smiled shyly and nudged your shoulder against his. “See you, Peter!”

Peter lifted a hand in farewell, but made it a point to avoid looking anywhere in Tony’s direction. “Yeah! See you. Later. Tomorrow.”

You fled into the car, but rolled your window down at the request of your father. He leaned across you and shouted through the window as he slowly rolled the car forward.

“Watch yourself, Parker! I’ll know if you try anything!”

And with that, you and your father drove away, leaving Peter to panic on his own.

#peter parker x reader #peter parker imagine #marvel imagine #mcu imagine #stark reader #( got two more requests after this :D woop! )

[angst-king]

I didn’t ask for this pt2

(Trigger warning harsh language, mention of rape against a minor..I do not own BNHA or any canon characters)

It was the next day and Kaminari had woken up in recovery girl's office. His body felt heavy and sore, his head still hurt and his memory was a little fuzzy since he was still groggy. Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, Denki noticed the bandages and memories started to flood his mind. He shook lightly, holding his knees to his chest but the seemed to make him short of breath. "Oh good you're awake, how do you fee Kaminari?" Kaminari shrugged, he didn't know how he should feel "s-sore" his voice was hoarse from lack of talking. He winced and grabbed his throat, Recover girl reached into her mini fridge and got out a bottle of water and held out a two different pills. "Swallow these for me bud, these should help you." Denki silently did as told and swallowed down the pills and water. When he was done he looked to her and asked quietly. "C-can I go to my d-dorm?" Recovery girl nods, lowering the bed and allowing the blond to get down. Dizzily standing up, his toes curled at the freezing tile floor the brought on shivers. Keeping the towel around himself  Kaminari made his way back to the dorms. He didn't think about the fact that he was wrapped in a blanket and scattered bandages, barefoot. Luckily when he got inside the common room was empty, he must've woken up early or they were already in class. He went up to his dorm, opening the door, the blanket dropped when he got into his room. An overwhelming feeling of disgust, and shame washed over him as he looked at himself in his mirror. Quickly grabbing some clothes to change into, he goes into the bathroom and starts the shower water. When the blond was ready to get in, the bandages were unraveled  and trashed them. Stepping into the hot steaming case, Denki took a deep breath in and sighed. He started to wash himself up, his washing of the light foamy soup turned to harsh scrubbing with tears streaming down his face. The memories made his skin feel hot, sticky, and all around disgusting. His hands were trembling and his saliva felt utterly cold, this was anxiety! He didn't even react to the hot water pouring right down onto his head. He could feel his world spinning and voices overcrowded his mind. 'you fagot freak' 'you cheated on him and he deserves better'  'you disgusting fagot' 'you're weak and disgusting!' Finally stumbling and slipping into the back of shower, Denki fell to his knees and cries. Soft sobs emit from the male who could hardly believe what had happened to him the night before. When Denki gathered himself enough to get out, he staggers to his feel and wobbles out. Grabbing a towel he dried himself off until he got dressed in a comfy off the shoulder pastel dark blue sweat shirt and grey sweat pants. Heading back to his dorm as he lets his hair air dry, he shuts the door and locks it. Denki got into bed and under his covers, wanting them to swallow him up and make him disappear. In class the students noticed that the white board had the words 'just take your seats'. Noticing their electric dunce wasn't in class, the students seemed a little concerned. "hey I though Kaminari was coming back last night? He usually does?" Spoke Sero, Kirishima nods "I know, and he usually texts us." Bakugou did his usual 'tch' and rolled his eyes "I swear if that witch did something to him, again I'm going to blow him to pieces and take his cats." Midoriya then came over with his phone "Shinsou texted me to ask if Kaminari came back since he never got a text from him." That only made the Bakusquad worry more, obviously Bakugou didn't show it like his friends. The group was soon interrupted by Aizawa who walked in looking more tired than usual. It was just exhaustion, he seemed to have something on his mind as he came in. The students could sense this, and hurried to their seats. Some were getting out their pencils since they knew they'd have a test today. Aizawa halted them, "Put your pencils away please" his voice left no room for argument even if it was soft. The students obeyed with confusion written on their faces. Aizawa then seemed to be thinking through the silence of his kids. Before anyone could ask him anything he sighed before starting up again. "As some of you may have noticed, Kaminari Denki isn't present today. His situation is something I will not disclose with vivid detail but I will tell you that he may not come for a little while. Please do not pressure him for answers. What I will tell you is, be careful when you leave the school campus especially at night. If you leave to go to town for groceries or to see family, please leave with a friend. I understand you teens like to be independent, and that you're heroes in training with well working quirks but. Things happens and there will be people with quirks that they can manipulate you, that can p-paralyze you." Aizawa tried to hide his own emotions but, his students could tell that something had happened and, that this was their teacher's protective fatherly side coming out. Kirishima hesitantly raised his hand, Aizawa nods allowing the red head to speak. "I-Is Kaminari okay?" Aizawa sighed "physically for the time being yes, mentally we don't know, please don't force answers from him...he's been through too much." He says the last part quietly so his students couldn't hear it. The students remained silent "The test will be an automatic A for you all...the test is canceled." this confused his kids but then didn't question it a loud, not wanting him to change his mind. To be honest Shota canceled the test because he couldn't take that situation, that scene of his violated student out of his mind. It sickened him to see his student in such a state. Sure he was a pro hero and had seen horrific crime scenes and had been in many mutilating battles but. This was one of those times where the ball hit too close to his house. The Bakusquad couldn't take their minds off of what their teacher had said and they were wondering what had happened to their dear friend. They knew not to pressure him for answers from the way Aizawa spoke. When he talked about walking alone at night and about people capturing you with their quirks. It brought chills down their spines and a sickening feeling that something terrible happened to Kaminari. Their lunch table was quiet and dull with out their bubbly blond dunce, to liven the mood and do something to have them belly laughing. Silently eating, and thinking the worst in their heads as the time seemed to go on forever. They wanted to see their friend, to check up on him, let him know that they were there for him but. Would that be too much? Would that be wrong? No. It should be right, they're establishing trust and not badgering him for a story. So there's nothing bad about the intentions as long as its addressed correctly then it should be okay. So who would raise the suggestion? "hey guys, d-do you think we should check on Kami? Not to pry but just to make sure he's alright and stuff." She was hesitant to ask this but smiles when Kirishima agrees. "yeah I mean, he's our friend so why not." Bakugou did his classic 'tch' as if he didn't care but responds. "Not that I fucking care or anything but, I know you dumbasses would be upset if I didn't come." In truth Bakugou was worried, Kaminari was like a brother to him he just never would admit it to anyone's face yet. Sero smiles "Yeah alright I'm in, though we probably shouldn't ask too many questions." After school the bakusquad got to their dorms, almost forgetting their plans to visit their friend until dinner. Mina helped Bakugou clean up after dinner while Kirishima was putting the left overs in the fridge when she remembered. "Oh shit guys we need to go and check on Kaminari!" Kirishima face palmed and nods while shutting the door. "Yeah, well we can see if he's hungry and get him something if so." Added Sero, Bakugou hopped off the counter top he was sitting on and now they were heading up to Denki's dorm. Walking up to the door, Mina knocked softly, waiting a few seconds the door was cracked open then slowly opened it a little more seeing his friends. "H-hey g-guys." You could see the tear stains, red puffy eyes, slightly red pinkish sniffly nose. The bandages, the slouching, shaking and his slightly jittery behavior. "Hey Kami dude, can we come in?" Denki looked a bit anxious but nods, stepping aside to let his friends in. "Kaminari are you okay?" Asked Mina worriedly, Denki sniffed and wiped his watering eyes with out a vocal answer he just shook his head. "do you want to tell us what happened?" Kaminari slowly went back over to his bed he shrugged all he could get out of his rough voice was. "I-I didn't want this" Reaching out to comfort him, Kaminari flinched from his Sero's hand. He couldn't handle being touched right now as he still felt disgusting and scared. Holding onto himself tightly and curling up into a ball. "Oh Kami hun, whatever happened must've been horrible. Just so you know we're here for you man." Encouraged Mina "Yeah dude we're here if you need someone to talk to." Kirishima added earning a small nod from Kaminari. Clearing his throat he fiddled with his fingers, lips quivering as he talked. "Th-thank y-you g-guys...b-but e-even you w-would l-leave me if t-told you." His gaze was down and his eyes watering. "Kami dude no way would we leave you, I mean its not like you murdered someone right?" Sero asked Kaminari nods, the raven haired student continued. "It doesn't have to be in graphic detail man but, whenever you're ready, you can tell us."  The care in his voice seemed to ease the blonde a little, holding onto the cuffs of his sleeves he huffed. "O-Okay then...I-I-" For some reason Kaminari could hardly get out much, his breath began to quicken and tears ran down his face as his chest heaved. Mina was quick to react softly rubbing his back made him jump a little but her comforting touch helped. "shh its alright man take your time, right now just focus on your breathing." Coaxed Kirishima, it took some tears, gasp, stuttering and shaking as Denki explained with not too much detail. In the end Kaminari was curled up under a blanket with his friends there to comfort him.

#Kamarinari denki #shinkami

[merlins-hurt-comfort]

If You’re Gonna Be The Death Of Me, That’s How I Wanna Go

Summary: Remy really goes “head empty, only Emile” in this one. He is a cocky, little flirting shit for everyone except Emile, also Emile is non-binary because I say so. I love the “it’s my fanfiction and I get to say who’s queer/dying” attitude, can you tell? Fandom: TS Sanders Sides Warnings: Swearing and food is mentioned in a pick-up line but I think that’s it, check out the tags down below Pairing: Remile Characters: Remy Sanders, Emile Picani and Logan is mentioned once as Remy’s brother Wordcount: 1790 Uploading date: 5th of june 2020

A/N: This is for @shut-up-emrys-deactivated202005 <3 I hope you like it and I hope you're having a fantastic birthday. I am so extremely glad that you're my friend. I love you. As you can see, this piece is a bit shorter than usual and I am blaming it on the fact that it’s all fluff, no angst but hey, I have three wips right now :D

One step in front of another, that's how you walk, right? There was no big deal about what Remy was going to do. He was only going to ask out his dearest friend Emile. Emphasis on the only because it was nothing big, absolutely not at all. He would do it and he would ace it and everything would be chill and he definitely had everything under control.

He walked down the hallway of his school, on his way to Emile's locker, since that's where they would most likely be.

The students seeing Remy passing by saw someone filled with confidence. Head up high, straight posture, self-assured steps and a pair of sunglasses resting on his head, not on his nose, simply because people considered it rude to wear shaded glasses in buildings.

What they didn't see were his increasingly bad shaking hands or how he started to fidget with the hem of his leather jacket. They didn't hear his heart beating way too loudly, providing him with enough adrenaline for what his brain apparently thought was a fight, flight or freeze situation, and they didn't hear his loud racing thoughts either.

They would have noticed all those signs of Remy being a disaster gay though, if they just stopped him and casually had a conversation or simply looked a little bit closer.

Remy wasn't nervous, no. He never was. He wasn't nervous before being introduced to someone new, he wasn't nervous before class presentations or even exams because he studied really hard for them and he certainly wasn't nervous now either, no.

He was just, to quote a show he had recently binge in a sleepless night: "Uncertain of how things would go and therefore deeply terrified".

There was nothing new about this. He had flirted with a lot of people on this school or in dancing clubs he sometimes liked to go, only rarely though. The point of this is- you name them and he could probably tell you the pick-up line he had used. But then again, that had all been nothing more than play pretend, all for fun and everyone knew that, no feelings were harmed.

But this, today? That was kind of actually something new after all. He was about to ask out his best friend- with all seriousness and no play pretend! He wanted to ask them on a date and go on those dates and be a cheesy couple and not only flirt for fun but flirt to tease and flirt to let everyone know they were each other's. But he had to admit, it would also be fun to flirt simply to make them blush, yea. Remy decided he'd like that.

He walked a little faster before his brain could chose the flight over fight or freeze and he'd chicken out again, like he did the week before. That did sound good, though, he would just turn around in his path and maybe he could try it again another time when he was less... deeply terrified and-

"Remy!" Too late. Emile was putting some stuff in their locker and they hadn't actually seen Remy but noticed their best friend's presence anyways.

"What are-" They stretched to get a book from the top compartment of their with cartoon stickers decorated locker, "Could you help me out?" Remy handed the smaller friend what they couldn't reach.

"Thanks." Emile closed their locker and faced Remy. "So. What are you doing here? I do love your company but aren't all your classes today at the other side of the building? Speaking of your classes, did you get your test back? You told me you had to study a lot and after what you told me about it I am sure you did great and-."

"Yea, I- uhhh." If Remy hadn't interrupted Emile's flow, they would have continued for the rest of the break. Not that Remy was complaining, he loved to hear them talk, he could listen to their voice forever. He wanted to fall asleep and wake up to it.

"I wanted to ask you something." Remy scratched their neck and stared at Emile's locker. To look his friend in their pretty, chocolate brown eyes would only throw him off his game, even though it looked like he was already losing. Why was this so much harder than usually?

"Remy, are you alright? Did you get enough sleep last night?" Emile's hand waved in his unfocused vision.

The taller student blinked a few times to see Emile stepping a little closer, their head tilted to the side and an eyebrow slightly raised in equal worry and curiosity.

To look at their friend was a mistake, his heart could not stop pounding, he just wanted to hold them and hug their hidden worries away and everything sad they didn't deserve that would consume them in the middle of night when they texted Remy out of seemingly nowhere. Of course, Remy was always awake to text them back. But wouldn't it be better to be there for them in person?

Emile was still looking at him like Remy was a ghost or another supernatural being. He got lost in his thoughts again, didn't he? Time to say something! He tried to make his mouth work.

"Sure, sure. Uhhh, I'm good, I'm chill." He crossed his arms and actually intended to lean back real smooth and casually, but he had miscalculated the space between himself and the lockers and almost slipped, almost. But hey, his sunglasses fell down on his nose so this not impressive, far from flirting (yet) situation brought something good, at least now Emile couldn't see where Remy was looking. He smirked, to play it off.

"Something is up with you, you're acting strange." Emile, too, crossed their arms and for a quick second Remy remembered that he once read online that if you cross your arms and the other person trusts you, they will copy it, consciously or not. His heart warmed even more, it was all fuzzy and he sighed. He was sure this blood pumping organ was going to melt, he already felt warm in the leather jacket and Emile being this adorable without even trying did not help at all, believe it or not. How was he supposed to flirt with them, he was a mess. "Come on," he thought "Make it quick like ripping off a bandaid."

Remy took a deep, shaking breath. Now or never. The longer he waited the harder it would get. "I wanted to ask you if you want to do something with me this evening.... Or not today if that's not good with you, tomorrow or the weekend would also be fine, but only like... if you want to and also have the time and-."

"We do a lot of things together why is asking that big of an act for you?"

Well, then he'd have to do it blunter. Oh, this was so stupid but the only pick-up line his mind could give him at the moment. "You like raisins, don't you? How do you feel about-"

Emile's eyes lit up as they realised what their best friend was trying to do and they completed his pick-up line way more seductive than Remy could have ever dreamed of doing it himself. They smirked and lowered their voice. "-a date?"

Remy didn't even have to see that smile to know it was there. He could see it in Emile's eyes. His friend always showed their emotions way more through their eyes than anything else and those eyes looked mischievous as hell. But he made the mistake to look at the smile anyways, he was weak after all. Weak for Emile. "Are you asking me out?"

Fuck, the cat's out of the bag. "Well," Remy cleared his throat. "I am trying to but you're just too... uhhh."

"I am too what? Throwing you off your rhythm, huh?" Emile let out a short laugh and Remy was sure that this was straight up bullying. What else could it be? He felt the heat rising in his cheeks. Was he blushing, oh fuck, he was blushing, wasn't he? Full on blushing. But hey, in his defence, he could not help himself, not even a little bit, when Emile was being so- not to say attractive but that's exactly what they were. "Yea, that's precisely what you're doing."

"What?" Even though Emile hadn't seem to expect that answer, it didn't throw them off their game at all, which was quite frankly just rude. How could they be so calm, so collected, while Remy was a blushing, melting disaster? Emile then had the audacity to correct their pastel blue tie. Emile really liked wearing ties and as one knows, ties and suits and dresses and fancy clothing in general make one look ten times better than usual. Did they even know what that quick movement did to Remy? Maybe they did not- but then again- yea, no. Remy was sure Emile did that on purpose and was completely aware of how handsome they were and how many butterflies they just put in his stomach. Butterflies in the stomach, feeling nervous in all the right ways. Or as his brother would say "A phrase that is commonly used to indicate the feeling of clenched anticipation for something desired one feels deep in one's gut". Yea, Logan was a nerd.

Remy found his voice again, it was nowhere nearly as sassy, confident and loud as usually. "So, will you go on a date with me?"

"If that means I get to make you blush more, always." So much to the thought of Remy making Emile flustered, seemed like it backfired. They put their backpack over one shoulder. "Fantastic, see you this evening. I'll text you."

They put Remy's hands in theirs and softly squished them before turning around and leaving Remy right where he had stood all the time. His pulse seemed to get slower again, he had done it. Well, he shot his shot and it halfway worked before Emile took over. Now they would have dates together and they could do everything Remy not only dreamed of at night but intentionally thought of when he daydreamed and-

Oh no. Oh fuck, no. Now he would never escape being flustered and blushing, wasn't he? He let out a long sigh, it felt good to get actual air in his lungs since he hadn't properly breathed for the whole break.

He had a feeling the butterflies would stay. "If Emile's gonna be the death of me," he thought as he made his way to his next class, his hands still slightly shaking. "Then that's how I wanna go."

#sanders sides fanfiction #ts #thomas sanders #remile #emile picani #cartoon therapy #ts sleep #ts ships #remy sleep sanders #logan logic sanders #highschool au #alternate universe #non-binary emile #also yes that title is a very obvious panic! at the disco reference #tw swearing #tw food mention #the next short story will be loceit with logan angst :D #and yes i did quote matthew from big mouth #remy really says head empty only emile and i respect that

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Love Is Blind Ch.24

~ RPF

~ Characters: Jensen Ackles, Lexi Ackles(OFC), Jared Padalecki, Jesse(OMC), Bethany(OFC), Dr. Turner(OFC)

~ Pairings: Jared x Lexi(Sorta,kinda)

~ Warnings: Talk of Suicide, Talk of Alcohol abuse and Drug abuse, Slight Smut, Angst(of course), Mental Health Situations, 

~ Word Count:7,288

~ Un Beta’d - All Mistakes are my Own

~ *FEEDBACK IS GOLD*

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<Previous Chapter

Lexi had been in the hospital for going on seventy two hours. Other than the four hours Jared had left to clean up and try to sleep, Jared didn’t leave Lexi’s side. Between the blood loss an overdose, alcohol poisoning and her heart stopping, her body was going to need more time to recover. When Lexi woke she’d worked herself into a panic attack in Jared’s arms. Out of fear of putting stress on her already delicate heart,the nurses came in and sedated her in a mess of of rushed apologies and greetings of relief and tears. 

Lexi’s anxiety took over the minute she saw the bandages on her wrists, giving her a short lived calmness of seeing Jared. The realization of what she had done smashed into her like an anvil. She was filled with sadness and regret that she’d been so stupid. She wanted to apologies but couldn’t speak. He throat was raw and every sound felt like needles. 

The next twenty four hours Lexi woke  underwent dozens of tests. Neurological, to make sure her brain function was normal. Physical, to see how she was about to function. But most importantly, psychiatric. She spoke with a Psychiatrist for a bit, not saying much. She was still groggy through most of it and her body hurting from being shocked after her heart stopped.

Lexi was sedated again, resting, while Jared and Jensen sat diligently at her bedside. “You’ve been here for a while. Go home and get some rest.” Jensen told Jared.

“I’m good.”

“Jare,”

“Jay, I’m fine.”

“Go home, see your kids, eat, sleep.” Jesen lifted a hand when Jared went to protest.  “Don’t even. Doctor said she’ll be out til the morning, at least.” He looked down at his watch. “It’s nine pm. Go. I got this for the night.”

“Promise me that you will call if she wakes up?”

“You know I will.” Jensen assure his friend.

~

It was eleven PM now. Jared stopped by Genevieve’s t see the kids for a bit, then swung by Danneel’s to say a quick hi and pick up a few things from Lexi’s  room he’d thought she’d like.

Jared sat in his bed with Lexi’s journal in his hands. Why did he take it from her room at Jensen’s? He remembered the day he gave it to her. It was in Jensen’s trailer a few days after her sixteenth birthday. He had searched for weeks but couldn't figure out what to get his best friend’s little sister. He’d seen her journaling on set one day and noticed she was nearing the end of the small notebook. So he looked at all  the nearest bookstores but never saw anything he thought she would like. They were either too small or too bulky. Too plain, to girly, nothing that fit her style or her personality. That’s when he took the internet and design her a journal. One she could add to, one she could carry with her easily. She’d never used another journal since. 

He tapped his thumb on the cover of the black leather debating whether or not he  wanted to read it. Did he have it in him to invade her privacy? Would he like what he would read?  Lexi was currently laying half sedated in a hospital bed with four inch cuts on both her wrists. Now was not the time for privacy. Now was the time to find out why. More so, what could he have done to stop her. He opened it to a random page and began reading.

 I woke up this morning and for a split second I didn’t hurt. Then I remembered I’m 2200 miles from Jared. That’s when the empty sinking feeling set in.

He swallowed hard and flipped a few pages over.

Today was another bad day. Jensen keeps trying to talk to me but after what he did, I don’t care what he has to say.

Jared stood placing the journal down and went to the kitchen. When he walked back into his room he had a glass and a fifth of whiskey. He had decided that if he was doing this he was gonna need some liquid courage. He turned the pages to the beginning and began again. He mostly flipped and skimmed through reading over the entries.  It was mostly school, work, college choices, school boys, friends, normal teenage things. The handwriting was  different. Softer more carefree. Then he scanned a page that made him pause. 

I have a big problem. I think I have a crush on Jared.

He gave a small smile and kept reading.

Very cliche’ I know! Little sister having a crust on her brothers bestie. But it’s weird, i’ve never looked at him like that until I moved to Vancouver and I have no idea why. 

Then again, how could I not have a crush on him? The man is fucking gorgeous! 

Jared gave chuckle and flipped a few more pages.

I think I’m losing my mind. No way in hell was Jared flirting with me, right? It's in my head, it has to be! He is like  16 - 17 years older than me. That's almost two decades!! But then he looks at me with those piercing eyes and I suddenly forget how even breath. And when he touches me, my whole fucking body is electric. 

Jared let out another chuckle. He knew she made him feel like that but didn’t know that so early on, she felt the same way. 

I’ve never thought a kiss would make my heart literally stop. I feel like that everytime he kisses me. That can’t be normal, right? And I know he wants to take things slow but God, I want him. I know he wants to respect Jensen and I know he is scared because he has WAY more experience. But when we have sex its something that Ive never felt before. Even when we had sex the first time it was so different from with Chris. 

Jared paused just seeing Chris’ name on the paper. 

With Chris it all seemed rushed. Like he couldn’t wait to fuck. It was all pulling and rough. More focused on what he wanted.  Jared was different. He was gentle and careful. I could tell he wanted me but he also wanted to feel me. He took his time and made me feel like I was everything. He still does.

Jared downed his drink and flipped through a few more pages stopping when he saw the handwriting change again.

I hate feeling like I can’t control my life! Every always know whats better for me. Jensen knew better when he made me and jared break up. Jared knew better when he told me to leave and basically forget about him. What about me? What about what i want?! At least chris gives me the benefit of the doubt. He gives me the chance to make up my own mind.

Jared looked at the date and saw it was about three months after she’d moved to L.A. She was diagnosed around this time. He could tell the differences in her handwriting. It was a tell tale sign of her moods and her ups and downs. Jared adjusted his position and several folded papers slide out of the folded back of her journal. 

Dear Jared, I'm above the clouds right now on my way to Austin. My chest aches because all I can think about is you. I know Jensen thinks he is doing the right thing but how can it be right if you and I are hurting this much? The main reason I guess i'm writing is to let you know I get it. I get why you told me to go

Jared swallowed hard pouring another glass of whiskey before finishing and moving on to another paper.

Dear Jared, 

Today didn’t hurt as much. I miss your text messages and phone calls. 

Dear Jared,

I finally got out of the house for a few hours today. It wasn;t bad. Went to a movie with some friends. I was missing you by the end of the night. No one to tell my night to.

Dear Jared,

Tom reminds me so much of you! Gen came by with the kids today and even though she looks at me like she wants to kill me, I’m happy I got to see the boys.

It was letter after letter that she wrote as if she would be having a conversation with him. This was how she coped with not having her best friend anymore. Even though she knew she probably would never mail a single letter, she still wrote and told Jared about her days. The letters went from almost daily to a few a week. Then every few weeks until she left for L.A. Then the handwriting changed again. 

Dear Jared,

L.A. is nice. I’m sure it would be better if you were here with me. I’m managing to deal with everything pretty well. 

Dear Jared, 

  I saw Chris today. He is doing well and getting help.

Dear Jared,

I want to tell you how much i’ve missed you, how much I still love you. I’ve thought of the day you;d be standing in front of me again so I could tell you. But when I saw you I was so mad!

Jared fought back a tear as he kept reading.

You were worried I would recent you for being with you but truth is I recent you for not being with me.

Jared swallowed hard as he flipped to another letter. He saw one dated the night before she hurt herself.

Dear Jared,

  I’m sorry. For being so mad at you. For pushing you away. For such a headcase and making things difficult. I wish things would have been different. That they could have been different. Maybe things were supposed to happen this way. I don’t know. All I do know is you were one of the best things to happen to me. And I want you to know that I love you and none of this is on you.

Always, Lexi

She was saying goodbye. He took another long sip from his glass emptying it. Jared flipped through another handful of of letters and a few more pages of her journal before getting up from his bed, dressing and heading back to the hospital.

~

The nurse walked into Lexi’s room at six am with an I.V. bag of fluids. She was quiet as she walked through the room as to not wake up Jensen who was sleeping on the small couch in the room, feet propped up on the edge and his head on the other, arms crossed over his chest.  And, Jared was on his side next to Lexi in her bed. His head nestled close to hers on the pillow, arm resting across her belly, hand on hers. 

The machine beeped and Jensen blinked awake looking over at the nurse.  “I’m sorry, sir.” The young nurse whispered.

“It’s fine.” Jensen whispered back sitting up the couch squeaking waking Jared.

Jared climbed out of Lexi’s bed and looked at the nurse. “Everything alright?’

“Yes, sir. Just hanging more fluids.” The nurse said to Jared as she pressed a code into the machine. “Her vitals are staying steady.” She told Jensen as he stood next to the bed. “I have a few papers that need signing. I have two contacts on her list?”

“That’d be me.” Jensen raised a hand.

She held the clipboard in her hands. “Which are you, Mr. Ackles or Mr. Padalecki?”

Jared and Jensen both looked at the nurse then to one another in surprise. “SHe has me as an emergency contact?” Jared questioned. 

“More than that.” She looked at the papers in front of her. “You’re Jared Padalecki?” Jared nodded. “You and Mr. Ackles are on a form stating that if anything happens to Ms. Ackles all legal and Medical decisions are to be made by the two of you.” She showed Jared and Jensen a copy of the legalized document. “How are you two related?”

“I’m the brother he’s her boytoy.” Jensen told the nurse casually. “Ma’am when was this document made?”The nurse pointed at a date. “That the year she moved to L.A., look Ellie even signed as a  witness.”

“You didn’t know about this?” Jensen asked him and Jared shook his head. “I’m sorry,” Jensen told the nurse. “What do I need to sign?”

“The first two. It’s consent to treatment for the neuro exams and the other is for billing.”

Jensen signed the papers and the nurse left then he shifted his attention to Jared. “You really didn’t know.”

Jared looked up from Lexi. “Not a clue.”  He gave her hand a squeeze. “She is always full of surprises.” 

“What time is it?” They heard a raspy mumble.

“Lexi?” Jared looked down to see her squirming in the bed. “Hey, baby girl.” He cooed.

“Can I get some water?” She asked trying to sit up

“No, no, don’t sit up.” Jared held up his hands.

“Don’t push yourself.” Jensen handed her a cup with a straw.

Lexi sipped the water and handed the cup to Jared who placed in on the small rolling tray. “How do you feel?” Jared asked. 

“Tired. Kinda groggy.” Her eyes focused on her hands in her lap, instant tears welling. “I’m so sorry,” Both men were at her side in an instant, arms wrapped around her tightly. “I didn’t, I-I just wanted the pain to stop.” She sobbed into Jensen’s chest.  “I couldn’t stop it. It was like I couldn’t breath, my chest was so tight and heavy.” Lexi wet on looking up at Jensen. “I felt like I was on autopilot and once I’d done it, it all just went away.”  She looked between them. “How could I be so stupid?” 

“You’re not stupid, you’re sick.” Jared pulled her close.

“Lex, why didn’t you tell us you were bipolar?” Her brother  took her hand.

“Things were calm and good. For the most part.” She wiped her eyes leaving her head on Jared’s shoulder.  

Two more days past and Lexi began to regain her strength, slowly. She managed to get by with no brain damage but suffered from headaches. Her heart was undamaged as well but the doctor still insisted she remain taking this as slow as possible.  Her mental health was a different story.

“Hey, Jay.” Lexi spoke gaining both Jared and Jensen’s attention. “When can I go home?”

Jensen sat on the edge of her bed and took a breath. “I kinda been wanting to talk to you about that.” He took Lexi’s hand in his and looked her in the eye. “I talked to the doctors and they think that you should go to a place to get some help.”

“You want to send me to a mental hospital?!” Lexi shot up in the bed.

“No, no.” Jared said quickly sitting on the opposite side of her. “It’s a treatment center-”

“You’re in on this, too?!” She looked at Jared horrified.

“Baby girl, listen to us.”Jared said calming her as he placed a hand to her cheek.her face. “It’s not a hospital. It’s a treatment center, kind of like a mental health rehab. The doctors want you to get back on the proper medication and dosages. For that to happen you need to be monitored for a few days or so.” She shook her head in protest as tears threatened to spill from her eyes. “We would never send you somewhere if we weren’t absolutely one hundred percent sure it was a good place and you would be taken care of and safe. It’s run by the same doctors that run the practice I go to. I wouldn’t trust you with just anyone, you know that.”

Lexi looked from Jared to Jensen knowing this wasn’t a discussion. “How long?”

“Two, Three weeks, at least.” Jensen said with a small exhale.

Lexi shut her eyes as a single tear escaped. “Where?” She asked swallowing hard as she looked back at them. 

“Like I said, here in Austin. We’d be able to visit you while in treatment.” Jared told her.

~

By the next afternoon she was being shown to her room at the Austin Recovery Center. It was the last place she wanted to be but she knew it was something she had to do. Her room held two beds and was plain. The building was on the outskirts and on several acres of beautiful full green pastures. In fact, the place reminded her of an old ranch, without all the animals. 

Lexi spent the first few days in her room trying to be okay with the fact that she was away from the people that kept her sane. She’d cry then she’d get angry then she’d cry again. 

Her new shrink, Dr. Turner, was a brunette woman that had a bubbly personality. Reminded Lexi of herself a few years ago. Dr. Turner suggested Lexi began taking Lithium again and wanted to make sure the dosage was correct. Three session with Dr. Turner a week along with group every day. Lexi didn’t like the idea of group too much. She didn’t like telling her therapist things much less an entire group of people she didn’t really know.

Which brings her to where she is today. A week and a half of being in treatment and she still hasn’t opened up much. In group she hasn’t opened up at all. So she sat quietly in her chair, knees up to her chest, listening as the other patience spoke.

“I wanna know why the new chick never talks.” Jesse, a young man, early twenties, long, dark brown layered hair nearly to his shoulders and light blue eyes spoke. “Do you think you’re better than us?”

“Not at all.” Lexi shifted her eyes to him but moved nothing else.

“She speaks!” Jesse said lifting his hands. “I was starting to thing you didn’t have a tongue or something.”

“I just don’t like talking to people I don’t know.” Lexi answered still not lifting her head.

“Well, you’ve been listening to us babble for over a week. Don't you think you know enough to share a little?” Jesse asked moving his dark hair away from his face.

“What do you want to know?”

“Is Lexi your real name or nickname?” A girl, Bathany, a bottle blond, very thin, asked across the circle.

“Nickname.”

“What’s your real name then?” Jesse asked.

“Alexia”

“That’s pretty, why change it?” He asked.

Lexi simply shrugged. “A nickname my brother gave.”

“Why are you in here?” Bethany asked again. “Aren’t you a model or some shit?”

“Language.” Dr. Turner, who was leading the group that day, spoke.

“I did model, yes.”

“Then, why are you in here?” The girl asked again. “Isn’t your brother like really famous, too?”

“Yeah, he is.”

“You say that like money and fame fixes shit.” Jesse said towards the other girl.

“For some people it would.” The girl spat. “So why are you here. You’ve been sitting in group for almost two week and said nothing. You never talk outside of group either.”

Lexi looked at Dr. Turned who nodded her head as a sign of motivation to speak. “I tried to kill myself.”

“How?” Jesse asked sitting forward, curious.

“I  drank a bottle of whiskey, took a handful of vicodin and slit my wrists.” 

“Damn, you really wanted to get the job done.” Bethany said with a grin.

“Okay, that’s enough for today.” the Doctor spoke.

Lexi sat on the grass looking out at the flower filled fields across the property. The wind was warm against her skin as she watched the birds fly.

“So, you care for company?” Jesse said walking up.

“Sure.” She looked up at him as he sat down next to her.

“What are you doing out here alone?” He asked looking at her.

“I like the view. Jesse, right?”

“Yeah.” He nodded looking at her carefully. 

“How are your cuts?” She asked pointing to his bandaged forearms.

“Better. You?”

“Okay, I guess.”

“You really tried to kill yourself?” He asked bluntly as Lexi gave him a nod. “How and why?”

“I told you in group.”

“That was a watered down version.” He told her.

“I drank a fifth of whiskey then walked over to my-” She paused and corrected herself. “A friend’s house and took a handful of his pain pills. After sitting on the floor I took his razor and just cut.”

“Why?”

“I just didn’t want to feel anymore.” She looked at him. “The minute I heard my friend’s voice I knew I’d made a mistake but it was too late.” She took a breath. “Does that satisfy your curiosity. Is it enough info to run back and tell the little bitchy blonde in hopes of getting in her pants?”

“I-”

“I am not stupid. I learned how to read people years ago.” She turned her attention back to the field.

“Maybe I just changed my mind on that.” He was clearly intrigued.

“You’re not getting into my pants either.” She said with sass.

“Wow, you are a feisty one, aren’t you?” Jesse gave a cheeky grin.

“You have no idea.” A deep voice came from behind them.

Lexi turned to see Jared standing there with his hands in his pockets and a visitors tag clipped to his shirt. “Jared?” Lexi stood looking at him her heart began to race at the sight of him. The last time she saw him she was still in the hospital. “What are you doing here?! Oh, Jared this is Jesse, he is in my group. Jesse this is Jared-”

“The friend?” Jesse said with a smile looking at her. “Hey, nice to meet you.” Jesse extended his hand to Jared.

Jared shook his hand. “You too.”

“I’ll leave you two.” Jesse turned walking away.

Lexi turned to Jared and he gave a hesitant, nervous chuckle, clearing his throat. “Can I- can I hug you?”

“Of course!” She wrapped her arms around his shoulders.  “My God, I’m so happy to see you. I’ve missed you.” 

“I’ve missed you too.” He leaned his head on hers. He took a step back and looked at her. “You, you look good.”

“Liar,” She looked away trying to hide her redding cheeks. “I look like crap.” 

“Nonsense.” 

 “Come on, let’s sit.” She guided him to a bench.

“Seriously, you look great. Your cheeks are a perfect pink.” He said giving her cheek a small touch. “How do you feel?”

“Tired mostly. I have these really bad headaches. Doctors say it could be from my meds or from the trauma of all that happened.” She fiddled with her hands in her lap. . “I- I like the beard.”

“Yeah?” He ran his hand over his facial hair. “We finished filming like a week ago.”

“Ahh, so it’s hiatus beard time.” She said with a smile tucking her hair behind her ears.

Jared saw the bandaged on her wrist and gently took her hand. “Are you healing okay?”

“Yeah. They’re just itchy.” She looked up at him. “How about you? How are you with all of this?”

“I’m good.” He spoke and she gave him a look, a look he knew well. A look letting him know she didn’t believe him. One look and he gave in. “Alright, I lied. I’m worried about you.”

“I know.” She placed her hand upon his cheek. “But, you don't have to. I’m okay. I feel a lot better being on medicine again. It was adjusted to higher dose last week.”

“That’s good. I’m glad you’re sticking to the doctor’s instructions.”

“I should have never stopped taking my meds. I felt good. I figured I was better.”

“A lot of people do that. That’s why they tell you talk to a doctor before stopping your meds.” He placed his hand on hers. “Oh, Jay told me to tell you he misses you and you need to get your ass better so you can come home.”

“I’m actually surprised he wasn’t here with you.” She gripped his hand a bit. “He has been here every visitation day since I got here.”

“He called me and asked if I would like to come see you. I asked if he was coming but he said I could come just me.”

“Really?”

“I was just as surprised as you.” Jared told her.

 Lexi nodded. “I’m glad you came. So, Are the kids good?”

“Yeah. They actually ask about you a lot.”

“Awe, I miss them.” She smiled.

“Oh,” He pulled a few pictures out of his pocket. “I have something for you.”

It was all photos  of the kids playing at his place in Austin. “Oh, look at them!” She boasted. “They’ve gotten even bigger.” She said as she flipped through seeing different picks of Jared and Jensen with them as well as Danneel and Genevieve.

“Odette is starting to crawl.

“Is she?” Her eyes sparkled. “And the twins?”

“Are just like Jensen in every way.”

“Poor Danneel.” She giggled flipping through the pictures still. “It’s only been a few weeks but seems so much longer.”

“Tell me about it.”

“Here you go.” Lexi handed him the photos.

“Oh, no, those are yours to keep. I asked the doctor and she said it was okay.” He looked around and reached into his jacket pocket. “Actually. I have one more for you.” He handed her a picture of the two of them together from when they were together. 

Lexi looked at the picture of the two of them snuggled together outside by a fire. One of the few times they had gotten to be outside like that together. “This is one of my favorite pics of us.” 

“‘I know.”  He smiled down at her, the glimmer in her eyes filling his heart. “That’s why I brought it.”

“Thank you. It means a lot.”

The two hour visit went by a lot faster than they’d liked. We they hugged before he left, Jared held on a little longer, a little tighter than he needed. Just the feeling of having her in his arms, so warm and full of life. It’s what he needed after finding her cold and lifeless in his bathroom. Lexi could see in his eyes the longing he felt.

 Lexi sat in Dr. Turner’s office watching as the doctor settled into her position across from her. “So, you had a visitor today.” The doctor began. “Who was it?”

“Yeah, Jared.”

“How do you know Jared?”

“He’s a friend. Also my brother’s best friend.”

“Oh?” Lexi nodded. “Is that all?” The doctor challenged. “Just you and your brother’s friend?”  

“I don’t know what we are to be honest.” She said looking down at her hands as she picked the remaining nail polish off.

“Why is that?”

Lexi looked at her therapist and took an audible breath. “What I tell you can’t leave this room, right?” Lexi eyed her. 

“As long as you or anyone else isn’t in any danger, that’s correct.”

“So if I tell you some stuff that happened like two years ago, even though it’s not really bad but some people may not approve, you can’t say anything? Right?”

“Unless you’re hiding a dead body someplace, no.” Dr. Turner chuckled.

“Okay, um, Jared and I have… history.” She looked at the doctor. “Like romantic history.”

“I see. Why do you see that as a problem?” The doctor scribbled something down.

“Because I was a minor at the time. I - mean sorta but not really.”

“Oh?” Her eyebrow lifted.

“Not Like a kid, but I was seventeen the first time we slept together.” Lexi’s hands were sweaty as she rubbed them on the knees of her pants.

“How old was he?”

“Thirty two. And I know that sound really bad.”

“Lexi, why are you jumping to defend this to me? That’s legal.” The doctor asked as she wrote in her notebook again.

“Because,” She sighed with an eyeroll.  “I know what you’re thinking and what you want to say even though you can’t say it.”

“Is that so?” The doctor studied her for a moment. “Lexi, do people know about and Jared’s past?”

“A Handful of people.”

“Did they react unfavorable?”

“My brother threatened to have him thrown in jail for statutory rape.”

“You brother who is his best friend?” Dr. Turner added.

“Yeah. But that’s not the worst of it.” Lexi scoffed.

“I’m guessing the world wind love you told me about was Jared?” Lexi nodded. “Tell me What happened?”

“See, I was living with Jensen and Jared up in Vancouver where he worked. When he found out he made me move back down to Texas and forced us to cut all ties. When really hurt because Jared was my friend, he was my person, you know?” The doctor nodded. “And things just went south after that.”

“How so?”

“Well, first my sister-in -law Danneel through a party with Jared’s ex wife and Jared had to be there for support and all. That night we ended up sleeping together and the next day Jay found out. It was bad. That night Jared broke up with me for good.”

“That must have hurt you.” 

“It did.”

“When were you diagnosed?”

“A few months after I moved to L.A.” She watched as the doctor shook her head and wrote. “Why?”

“Lexi, can I be frank with you?”

“That’s kind of your job.”

Dr. Turned put her book down and leaned forward a bit. “When you’re symptoms began you were focused on Jared. That’s why you didn’t notice them. You were young and in love and it's easy to misplace the highs and lows.”

“So you’re saying, you’re saying I wasn’t in love I was sick?!” She looked at Dr. Turner neary horrified.

“No, no! That’s not what I'm saying! Not at all! I’m saying it seems to me, Jared kept you grounded. When you were forced to cut contact, you lost your anchor.”

“So you’re saying this is Jensen’s fault?” Lexi asked even more confused.

“I’m not saying that, either.” Dr. Turner held up a hand. “Do you feel like it’s Jensen’s fault?”

“No! I mean, I was mad at him at first but I understood and I’m over it now.” Lexi pushed her long, now auburn hair back from her face. “That was the first and only time I’d ever really been that angry at my brother. See, aside from Ellie, Jared was my best friend.”

 “And with Ellie off at college that left Jared. You began to go down and you had no one to catch you so you spiraled.” Dr. Turner” explained. “Lexi, tell me, when you hurt yourself, where were you?”

“Why?” She asked with a small shake of her head.

“You were at Jared’s?” The doctor saw the look of confusion growing on Lexi’s face. ‘Weren’t you?”

“How did yo-” Lexi shifted in her seat. “Uh, yeah, I, I to his house when he wasn’t home.”

 “Why?”

“Because I felt safe?” Lexi answered with no hesitation but paused, a look of extreme horror on her face and tears in her eyes. “And he, he found me.” 

“Did you want him to be the one that found you?”

“No, no, I just wanted to be somewhere I-I,” She quieted not being able to speak. The doctor saw her emotions flashing in her eyes as she recalled that day. “He sounded so far away but I could hear him screaming my name.” Her lip quivered as she spoke the sudden unexpected wave of emotions came down on her. “I could feel him grabbing me and begging me to wake up.” That’s when she broke. “Oh God, how could i do that to him? How could I let him find me like that?”

Dr. Turner moved  next to Lexi and held her. “Because you had no control at that point, it was your illness, not you.”

“He had crap he has to work through, too. How could I be that selfish?” Lexi looked up at her.

“Lexi, when you aren’t medicated and your illness takes control, it’s not you anymore. I’m sure he knows that. If he is as educated in mental health as you say, i’m sure he knows.”

Lexi’s mind was spinning. She’d always wanted to keep Jared safe. She never wanted to drag him into the mess she called a life. She felt as if she’d betrayed him. As if she let him down in the worst possible way.

That was the last time Lexi talked to Dr. Turner in recovery. That breakthrough was what Lexi needed to truly clear her head. She was released from the recovery center but wasn’t ready to be on her own yet in L.A. Although Ellie would be there, she felt she wasn’t at the point to be around all her old triggers. Since her mom and dad were traveling a lot due to her father’s work, Lexi opted to stay at Jensen’s instead of being home alone in Dallas. Lexi much preferred to be around family than alone in a huge house. Not to mention Jensen wouldn’t take no for an answer. 

Lexi would continue to see Dr. Turner in office one to two times per week and ground at least once a week. More if she felt she needed. Her group was similar to an A.A. group. Except instead of drinking the people were anxiety ridden. depressed self harmers. They even had sponsors of a type, “buddies”. Your buddy would depend on you in his/her times of need and vise versa. It gave them responsibility for their actions.

It had been two days since Jared was back in Austin having started filming again, and he still hadn’t contacted Lexi. So, being curious, that afternoon she made her way down the stone path along Lake Austin till she came up on Jared’s backyard. 

He was sitting in a wicker patio chair with his guitar in his lap. Lexi smiled as she walked up the path listening to him strum. Standing just feet away she stopped and watched him for a while. When he glanced up and saw her he stopped playing. “Lexi.” He placed the instrument down and stood. “What are you doing here?”

“I got home a few weeks ago.” She said with her hands in her back pockets. “I thought you would have stopped by when you got home the day before yesterday, but-”

“I was- I did..” Jared shoved his hands in his pockets. “I pulled in the drive but never got out of the car.”

“How come?”

“I didn’t know if I should. I didn’t want to mess up your recovery.” He admitted looking at his feet for a moment. “I’d only seen you the one time in treatment. I didn’t know if you-”

“If I’d be pissed at you now?” 

“Yeah.”

“So, you tell me you won’t push me away this time and you help me then completely disappear after I get released?” She waved a hand.

“You heard that?” He asked in disbelief. “You heard what I Said when you were unconscious?”

Nodding her head. “Most of it, yeah.” She took a step toward him. “Jared, can we talk?”

“Yeah. Come in, I’ll get you something to drink.” He motioned to the door as she followed him in. “Beer, soda, water?”

 “Water is good. I’m kind of staying away from alcohol for now.” 

 “Of course.” He shook his head in realization as he grabbed a water from the fridge. “I’m sorry, I-’

“It’s okay.” She smiled softly taking the bottle of water from him.

They sat in the living room, Jared making a mental note of her physical condition. Her cheeks held a pink tone again and her lips were back to their red shade. She seemed to have more charisma in her although she did have a cautious air about her.

Placing her bottle down she looked at Jared and raised her hand to his cheek for a brief second before grazing along his stubble. “You look good, Jare.” She told him with an exhale.

“Are you okay?”

“Jared, I came here to tell you how truly, unbelievably sorry I am.” Jared gave her a confused look. “I didn’t think about how finding me like that-” Taking a pause for a breath she looked up at him. “I’m so sorry I did that to you.” She tried to hold back the tears that insisted on rising.

“Don’t be.” He told her. “I’m not.”

“What? How could-”

“Because if I wouldn’t have found you then you wouldn’t have been here today. I rather deal with that then putting you in a casket, do you understand me?” He told her holding her face between his hands. “Listen to me.” He gained her eyes and focus. “I heard you. I heard you before the paramedics came in. You said you were sorry.” Tears threatened to rise in his eyes. “You said you wanted to take it back.”

“You could hear me?” Her voice a whimpered cry.

“Always.” He pressed his forehead to hers. “I’ll always hear you, baby girl.” Touching his lips to hers for a moment he pulled back and looked at her. “Lexi, I love you.”

“Jared,” She looked down finding it hard to concentrate or even breathe looking into his eyes. When she glanced back up his eyes drew her in. His touches, swift and calculated, felt like fire through her body when he touched her. “My God, I’ve missed you.” She whispered between sweet, simple kisses.

In a mess of pulling and grabbing, they traveled up the stared to his bedroom dropping clothes from the door to the bed. All Jared wanted was to be inside of her again. He needed it like he needed air to breath.

Sliding into her Lexi gripped his arms burying her face into the crook of his neck, the scent of him filling her, heating her already heated flesh. She tangled her fingers into his silky long hair giving a slight tug, her hips rising from the bed as Jared grinded into her never letting the bodies part. Sweat beaded his forehead as Lexi pushed away the hair from his eyes, his lips finding hers easily.

~

Now they lay in his bed with the hot Texas sun shining in through the balcony windows. Lexi sat up, the sheet still pressed against her body knees to her chest. Jared laid with an arm behind his head and his other stretch out caressing her bare back with his calloused fingers.

“What are you thinking?”He asked her.

She stared into the bathroom. “How stupid I was.” She looked back at him. “How much I’ve screwed up over the past few years.”

Jared leaned forward pressing a kiss to her shoulder. “Don’t apologize for being sick. That’s something you couldn’t control.” Lexi looked into his eyes and a pang of guilt hit her. “I miss this. You and me, being together.”

“Me too.”

“But Jared, I have to be honest with you.” She faced him. “I’m not supposed to get involved with anyone for a while.” Looking down she felt Jared’s fingertips grazing her bare arms. “It’s part of my therapy.”

Leaning back he looked up at her. “I know.” Her eyes darted to him. “Well, I didn;t know but I had a feeling it would be.”  He Cleared his throat shifting to the edge of the bed. “Listen, why don’t we get dressed and head downstairs.” He slid into his Saxx and grabbed his shorts. “I’ll meet you down there in a bit. Take your time.”

Lexi dressed quietly and made her way down stairs thoroughly confused. Rounding the kitchen she heard Jared talk and stopped just within ear shot. “Yeah, she’s okay.” She heard Jared say. “I promise I'll bring her back later.” Lexi took a step closer trying to see if she could hear who was on the other line. “Jay, i’ll keep her safe.” Jared turned and saw Lexi standing there. “I gotta go.” He pulled the phone from his ear and looked at her. “How much of that did you hear?”

“Were you telling him you just got done nailing his little sister?” She said hoisting herself up on the counter. 

“No, I wouldn’t-”

“It’s a joke, Jare.” She said with a smile. “So what was this? Just a quick hit before it's too late?” She eyed him. “What’s going on? If you knew I had conditions to my treatment why didn’t you stop what just happened?”

“Lex,” He grabbed her hand and pulled her from the counter and sat her in chair at the breakfast nook. “Listen, I need to tell you something.” He walked to a drawer and opened it. “I took your journal.” He held he worn book in his hand.

“Why?” She looked up from where she sat unsure what he was about to tell her. “Why would you do that>”

He placed the book on the table and sat next to her. “When you were sedated, I - I read it.”

Lexi looked down at her hands feeling her anxiety bubble to the surface. “You did?”

“And I found the letters.”

She stood from the table feeling mortified as she carefully pushed the chair beneath the table. “I should, um I should go.” 

“Wait, no.” He stepped closer to her and placed his hands on her arms.

 She backed away crossing her arms over her chest. “Please don’t.”

“I’m sorry.” He held up his hands. “I- I just, this isn’t going how I thought it in my head.” He huffed.

“You’re having conversations in your head but, I’m the one that just got out of the nut house.” She shook her head. “Hell of a match, aren’t we?” After everything her sarcasm remained.

He then ran a frustrated hand over his face. “Can I explain? Please?” He held out a hand for her to sit back down with him and she did. “I’m trying to tell you that I get it.” She gave another unsure expression. “I just,  I didn’t, I didn’t know I was, that you, ugh, damn it” He ran another frustrated hand over his face. “It was the same for me as it was for you.” He finally got the words out. “You kept me calmer, my anxiety was less, I felt like I could function on a whole new level when we were together. Even my bad days were good.” His confession poured out catching Lexi off guard. “I wanted to tell you that I know how it felt. It wasn’t just you. And, and being with you today, It was good to feel that again. Even if I know it won’t last.”

“Wow.” Lexi let the word out in an exhale. “I, uh, I think I should have went with that beer.” She chuckled.

“What? I, I mean, you’re not mad?” He asked astonished.

“Jared, if I was to trust my deepest more personal thoughts to anyone,” She reached taking his hand. “It’s you.”

Jared still held a guilty look. “I’m still sorry I invaded your privacy.”

“If you can forgive me for what I did, I certainly can forgive you for being so concerned.” Jared smiled at her and her heart fluttered. “Now what?”

“We focus on you getting better and know i’ll be here for whatever.”

“Jared you know I-”

“You don’t want me waiting for you, I know.” 

He kissed the back of her hands. “Just focus on you, okay?”

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What Not Both?

Fic Summary:

After not talking to Craig Tucker for so long, since their fake dating days, when they were the best of friends, Tweek finds himself sitting ‘alphabetically” on the first day of their senior year of high school.

Enter Kenny McCormick.

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They eventually made it to the hospital and Kenny waited in the front area while Tweek was with a specialist somewhere in some room far away by himself. He was probably freaking out. poor guy. Ugh. Fuck. Kenny wished he could be back there with him.

Tweek was totally freaking out as soon as he had to leave Kenny and be rolled back to some dark room have a rape kit. He hated every minute and felt even more violated than before, but he had to deal with all that. They offered him to give the DNA sample for if he wanted to file a crime. He said no. Then, they tested him for STDs and pregnancy. They said they would get back to him with all his test results in fourteen days. He thanked them and bit his lip nervously as he was rolled back out to Kenny.

“Hey, again. How’d it go?” Kenny asked.

“Have to wait ten days to find out…” Tweek replied quietly and shakily.

“It could be worse, then. We could have to wait a month or more. We can go if you want. To your place, or mine?” Kenny asked, leading them back out to his car as they got in together.

“D-do you mind if we g-go to -ack- your place? I don’t want them t-to see me like this. They’ll be pissed.. Do you mind? If not, I’ll go h-home..” Tweek responded quietly, letting Kenny help him to the car and putting him gently into the seat.

“No, I don’t mind, cutie. You can definitely stay over if you want. You can even sleep in my bed since you’re tired. I can help you in the bath, too, if you need it,” Kenny offered sweetly. He wanted to make sure he could do anything and everything for Tweek at the moment. This was exactly what Tweek realized he needed right now, sweetness and a bit of playfulness to distract him a bit. Thank god for Kenny.

“A-are you sure? Y-you don’t have to help me with the bath thing if you just help me to the bathroom, I can probably do it from there. T-thank you, Kenny, s-so much.. it means a lot,” he said and blushed way too much at the pet names this situation, but it did make him feel good for a bit and he definitely needed it.

“Okay, just making sure you don’t need help,” Kenny replied, parking at his house and taking Tweek inside with him. He helped him upstairs to the bathroom and left him some clothes to wear for the time being. Then, he walked to his bedroom and relaxed on the bed. He was so busy with worrying about Tweek that he barely even noticed all the calls and texts he was getting from Craig. He texted him only that Tweek was okay so that Tweek could tell Craig on his own time what happened.

It took Tweek an annoyingly long and really painful time in the bath. He had to scrub parts of him that Kenny hadn’t because they were private and covered. He used his nails to scrape at his skin all over to get those fucking hands off of him. He felt so dirty and violated. Now, he was sobbing aggressively yet again. He wanted today to be over with. He wished it hadn’t happened, but knew it was foolish.

Eventually, he finished scraping the symbolic dirt and more blood from his body, only to leave even more red marks all over from his own nails. At least they were his own hands. After he got control of his sobbing, he emptied the tub and did his best to dry himself before slowly putting on Kenny’s clothes to the best of his ability. Then, he tried to stand and walk out the door slowly, but fell before he made it to Kenny. The taller boy shot up when he heard a sudden bang in the hallway. He went out and bent down to help Tweek up.

“Tweek, are you okay?” Kenny asked worriedly. He picked him up slowly once again and carried him to his bed as he sat down next to him.

“I-I’m sorry! I thought- sorry.. Thank you,” he said, while letting Kenny carry him to the bed. Then he looked over at Kenny with his bruised and swollen face. “I’m sorry about everything. I’m sorry I involved you..”

Kenny reached over and pet Tweek’s hair gently. It was really soft and it was kind of cute when he pushed back Tweek’s bangs. He was somehow even more adorable.

“Don’t apologize. It’s all good. Just let me know if you need anything. I can sleep on the couch and you can use my bed, if you want to,” Kenny told him and smiled lightly. Tweek blushed and smiled a bit at the hair pets. Then, he leaned his head a bit into Kenny. How was Kenny such a good person?

“Do you m-mind staying with me in here? I don’t really want to be alone right now… if you don’t want to that’s okay too,” he asked softly and looked up at Kenny.

“Ah-“ Kenny said and blushed lightly at how pretty Tweek looked right now. His eyes were killing him as they stared into his own. Wait, no. Now was not the time to be crushing, McCormick.

“Yeah, that’s fine. Is it just an excuse so you can cuddle me?” Kenny smirked, teasing the blonde a little to help maybe make him feel somewhat better.

“N-no! You c-can leave!” He squealed a bit louder, a little more like his regular self. Tweek’s blush only got more dark at that comment. Goddamnit, Tweek. Kenny was silent at first, but laughed lightly.

“You’re a dork. I can stay here with you for a bit, if you want, until you fall asleep, okay? Then, I’ll go downstairs unless you want me to stay here still,” he offered.

“I-if you want.. y-you can just stay here while I sleep? You d-don’t have to o-obviously!” he asked nervously. He really felt way calmer and safer with Kenny beside him. He didn’t want him to leave.

“Yeah, I can stay here. Let me change and such first,” Kenny replied, walking over to his closet. He removed his hoodie and shirt he had on. He replaced it with just a black tee and some sweats. His entire face was showing now which he didn’t do a lot because...reasons, but he made his way over to his bed and crawled in it next to Tweek.

When Kenny said he would change, he didn’t think it meant that. He didn’t think that he was going to see Kenny’s body like that and, fuck Tweek had to look down. He blushed and tried to think of something else as he bit his lip. Why was Kenny so damn attractive? Also, Tweek was pretty sure this was the first time he’d seen Kenny’s full face. Damn this guy for being gorgeous and sweet and flirty as fuck. Kenny turned over onto his side to look at Tweek who was definitely staring at him.

“Uh, earth to Tweek. You okay there?” Kenny teased, wondering if something was actually wrong or not.

“N-no! I-I’m fine!” Tweek squeaked with a totally red face. He turned a little to stop staring.

“Okay. Oh hey, did you message Craig that you’re okay. He’s been worried all week that you weren’t at school and I just wanted to let you know because he may or may not be worrying right now. I’m sure he is, but yeah,” Kenny said, now laying on his back as he stared up at the ceiling.

“Ack! I- yeah..” he said. He’d honestly not thought about even telling Craig about this day. He’d missed and thought about his day with Craig almost all week and then he’d somehow not even realized he was probably worried. “My parents- they t-took my phone as soon as I got home.. You didn’t tell him anything, right?”

“Nah,” Kenny said, shaking his head. “I didn’t say anything to him. I won’t say anything to anyone too unless you wanted me to, but I think you should tell Craig as soon as possible. For now, you should probably sleep.”

“Do you mind..” he asked and then yawned in the middle. “Do you mind if I borrow your phone to text him that I’m okay and that my parents made me stay home all week to work and took my phone? Please?”

“Yeah, I don’t mind. Here,” Kenny replied, handing Tweek his phone. He did wonder how Craig would react, though, since he would be getting a text from his phone and not Tweek’s.

“Thanks,” he said with a nervous smile as he took the phone. Then, he started his message to Craig.

Text to Fucker Tucker:

Hi, Craig. Sorry I haven’t messaged. My parents took away my phone as soon as I got home and then made me skip classes all week to make up for missed work. I’m sorry and I’m fine. Sorry

What. The. Hell.

At first, Craig was confused as hell as to why he was getting a text from Kenny at one in the morning, but it wasn’t Kenny. It was Tweek by the wording of the message, but why the hell was he using Kenny’s phone? Something wasn’t right. Was he with Kenny right now? It was late as fuck. Craig’s hands were shaking a bit as he sent a text back.

Text to Mcwhoredick:

It’s okay. Don’t apologize. I’m just glad to know you’re okay. You are okay....right?

Shit. Tweek hated lying to Craig so much. It made him feel dirty. Maybe he should say something about being assaulted but not the details? Just so Craig doesn’t think Tweek was just hanging out with Kenny because he wanted to. Not that he didn’t want to by this point, but that’s not why he’d ended up at Kenny’s place.

Text to Fucker Tucker:

Yeah, I’m okay... I actually got.. attacked.. only a little earlier walking to the gas station and Kenny was the closest person there so I asked him to come get me. Sorry. I’m fine though.

Craig’s eyes widened in fear, anger, and worry all at once when he read Tweek’s message. He instantly clicked the call button and started speaking as soon as he heard a click.

“Tweek, oh my god. Are you okay? Why, um, I’m sorry. You’re not hurt, are you? Well, not too hurt, I mean. Ah, I’m sorry I couldn’t have been closer to you. I would’ve gone to get you immediately, if I’d have known. How are… I mean, are you okay? Sorry. I was just worried. I still am. Y-yeah....” He sped off, feeling like an idiot for rambling suddenly.

“I’m sorry I didn’t call or message you earlier. Like I said, my parents’ definition of grounding me was taking my phone and working me like a slave all week instead getting to go to school and see my friends. Sorry,” he tried to say, but he hated even not telling the whole truth. He was not good at lying either, but right now he was telling the truth just not the whole story. He hated it, though. Craig knew Tweek was definitely leaving something out. He was at Kenny’s, for Christ’s sake. What the hell was going on?

“It’s okay. I was just worried as hell about you Tweek, but it’s good to at least hear your voice and know you’re okay. I can let you go now since it’s so late. I hope you sleep well,” Craig spoke kindly, smiling next to his phone.

“Thanks for being worried and sorry again. Hopefully, my parents will let me come back Monday.. I-uh-I really wanted to see you. I actually had a reason to go to school this week, to see my new friends and my parents took it away. I’m sorry I couldn’t see you at school, Craig. Y-you don’t know how much I was looking forward to Monday. Ack! Then, I was sad for the whole week. Sorry for worrying you..” Tweek said, hating himself so much right now for not being able to tell Craig the truth. Maybe he would be able to one day. He felt so ducking back right now as he ripped at his hair.

“It’s okay, Tweek. Don’t sweat it. I’m just happy that you’re alright. I’ll, uh, see you at school maybe this coming week? Or sooner?” Craig spoke softly, wanting to be there for Tweek. He wish he could go over to him now.

“S-sooner? My parents are so going to kill me for being.. a-assaulted. I-I didn’t exactly tell them I was going to the gas station.. I think my friends are a bad influence..” he teased and smiled a little that he had friends and looked over at Kenny for a second. “I wish I could somehow just live on my own so I could do what I want..”

“Assaulted? What? Tweek, what the hell happened? Are you sure you’re okay? Oh my god. Fuck. Do you want me to come and get you? Why didn’t you contact me? I could’ve picked you up and taken you to a hospital. Jesus, Tweek. I’m just… are you… did Kenny help you?” Craig asked, trying not to let that jealousy kick in that Tweek had probably contacted Kenny first even though he knew Craig longer. Why hadn’t he called him?

Fuck. Now Tweek didn’t know how not to at least horribly frustrated with Craig. He ripped at his hair hard enough to pull a bunch out and scratched at his skin a bit. Kenny reaches to gently pull him hand away from injuring himself anymore. Tweek twitched, but didn’t pull away. Why did Craig have to be angry at him over this? He’d been the one who was attacked, after all. Maybe he just shouldn’t have told Craig about this at all to begin with if he was going to act like this because it wasn’t helping.

“I already told you the reason I called Kenny and not you is because when I woke up on the alleyway fucking bruised and bloody and unable to fucking walk, I remembered that Kenny lives just a couple blocks from there. You were like ten blocks away, Craig. Can you please not be angry at me about this because t-they- they fucking- ack, they raped me Craig, okay? Yes Kenny helped me and took me to the doctor now if you don’t mind I really want to sleep,” Tweek mumbled angrily and sighed a bit. The brunette was silent for a minute in shock. Craig hadn’t meant it like that. Wow. Now he felt like a complete dick. Tweek was taking things the wrong way.

“I’m… sorry Tweek. I’ll let you go, now…” Craig spoke in a sad and regretful tone. He hung up and let his phone fall to the floor, his eyes tearing up a bit. Fuck, he would kill the people that did this if he ever found out, but, fuck, Tweek probably hated him now. Tears began filling Craig’s eyes, but he shook his head and put on that blank mask of his and walked out of his house to smoke a cigarette this time instead of vaping.

“Fuck...” he breathed out, waiting for this night to end already. How was he going to fix this? He hated himself.

“Ack! Fuck!” Tweek said as he held in his urge to throw the phone, but remembered it wasn’t his and gave it to Kenny before curling into himself and pulling his hair again, breaking down in aggressive sobs yet again that day. He’d been way too hard on Craig, he knew that, but his totally fucked emotions from this entire day came out in anger when Craig asked him again why he hadn’t called him instead of Kenny. Why had it even mattered? It’s not like he’d chose Kenny over Craig, it was that Kenny was the friend that was closest to him physically. If he’d been a few blocks from Craig he would’ve obviously called Craig instead. Why did it matter? Why had Craig seems upset about that detail?

Tweek honestly didn’t mean to go that far and he definitely didn’t mean to tell him what had happened, but he didn’t end to fight with Craig at all. He’d hated that every time in the past, too. This time was so much worse. He hated himself! He wished he could just rewind and not have said anything to Craig. He should’ve just taken Kenny’s suggestion to sleep and then tell Craig, but he couldn’t sleep now. Not after that. Craig probably hated him now and he probably just lost his best friend he’s ever been privileged to have in his life. Maybe he could apologize and talk to him Monday, if his parents let him to school. Maybe he could just sneak to school anyway. Whatever. UGH.

“Sorry.. I-ack- shouldn’t have- should’ve listened to you and now my best friend hates me,” he choked through more sobs.

Kenny immediately felt bad for Tweek. He heard every word Craig said to him, although he tried not to listen in, but damn. Craig must have been terribly frustrated with all of this and worrying every night about Tweek. He’d even told Kenny that he wasn’t getting any sleep at all for the past couple of days, too. Kenny sighed lightly and rolled onto his side to rub Tweek’s back gently.Tweek flinched away only a bit at first, but then gave in and leaned into Kenny’s touch. He was warm and Tweek scooted just a tiny bit closer to him.

“He doesn’t hate you. He’s just been worried all week about you and I’m sure hearing what happened to you kind of shocked him, but you should just try to get some rest now, okay, Tweek?” Kenny hummed comfortingly.

“Ack- w-why did I have to say all of that to him? He didn’t deserve my getting angry at him- I just- it’s been a l-long day and when he got frustrated it got to me and now I regret it. Fuck!” He rambled as he tugged his hair more. Kenny took his hands again, doing his best to save Tweek’s poor scalp.

“Tweek, t’s okay. Don’t worry about it. Shoosh,” Kenny spoke before cuddling his friend teasingly. “Here. I’ll even give you Kenny cuddles. Only special people get those or rich people. I usually charge them, though.”

“Ack!” he spluttered. Tweek couldn’t help, but be distracted by his suddenly flushed entire body and the heat of Kenny’s body. He always seemed to go crazy when Kenny teased him and when he touched him. Tweek suddenly was able for even a minute to forget about his fucking horrible day. He dared to look up at Kenny’s face and trailed off in a mumble. “T-thanks- for everything, Kenny.. It’s, uh, nice to see your entire f-face..”

Holy. Fucking. Sweet. Ass. Titties. Kenny was fucking blushing like hell right now and all because of a little comment that Tweek had just spoken with the voice of an angel. Was that what heaven felt like?

“A-I’m- umm, ah… thank you…” Kenny replied, embarrassing himself. His face was completely red in his dark room as he tried to cover it still. He didn’t usually show his entire face much because, well, people would always try and hit on him constantly. That and other things to do with his past but Tweek saying that just...fuck.

“You, uh, h-have a nice face..” Tweek managed and then regretted because he sounded stupid saying it out loud, even if he totally thought it. Tweek smiled a bit and playfully poked Kenny’s cheek which was warm. He also looked at Kenny’s lips for the first time ever and they looked so soft. Fuck, Tweek this was not the time for that, no sir. Tweek had never even kissed anyone anyways, well, besides Craig as tiny kids during their whole fake relationship thing. He looked down and blushed more.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuuuck. Alright, Kenny. You have to fight the urge to make sweet love to this precious and beautiful person right now. Oh, fuck. No. He literally just met this guy and he has a crush on him. Kenny never crushed. He only fucked. Never once has he felt this way about anyone. Kenny blushed gently and glanced away with a gulp.

“A-ah, um, thanks, Tweek. Now go to bed sleepy. You need to rest. For reals, bro,” he said as he ran his fingers over Tweek’s soft arm gently. Tweek shivered at how good it felt.

Oh. Tweek needed to stop low key flirting with boys who might not feel the same. He already knew Craig didn’t feel that way because he was straight. What if Kenny had just been messing around the whole time- no no Tweek stop down that road right now. Not like it mattered right now anyway. He wasn’t about to make out with or

even kiss Kenny after everything today. He just wanted his sweet, playful warm self beside Tweek. He smiled a little bit up at Kenny.

“I’m not tired now..” he said with a tiny whine and leaned into Kenny’s cuddles more, putting his head on his chest. He could hear his heart. “You’re going to stay with me, r-right?”

“Yes, I am,” Kenny hummed before laughing playfully before giving him an evil gaze. “Or I might just leave you forever. I’m kidding, Tweek, but seriously, you should sleep.”

Kenny gently ran his fingers through his hair. Tweek pouted a bit at that joke, feeling fingers on his sensitive head and it felt so good. Between the warmth and Kenny’s calming fingers, he closed his eyes.

“Thank you, Kenny, for everything. You’re such a good person,” he hummed into his chest as he started drifting a bit. “G’night..”

“It’s no problem,” Kenny smiled, watching as Tweek closed his eyes. So he did as well, falling asleep next to the blonde. “Goodnight, Tweekers.”

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[365daysofsasuhina]

[ 365 Days of SasuHina || Day Two Hundred Thirty-Seven: The Confrontation ] [ Uchiha Sasuke, Hyūga Hinata, Hyūga Hiashi ] [ SasuHina ] [ Verse: Best Years of Your Life ] [ AO3 Link ]

She knew it was going to happen eventually, but...well, that didn’t mean Hinata was looking forward to it, by any means. Part of her had hoped they’d make it through the Summer without Hiashi digging too deeply.

After all, at the beginning of this particular break between her sophomore and junior years of high school, Hinata’s life took a rather unexpected turn. A u-turn, to be exact. For almost a decade, her childhood friend had left her alone, in the dark, with hardly a word of explanation.

When Itachi and Sasuke’s parents died, many things changed. Primarily among them was the welcoming Hinata had received a year beforehand. The brothers had quickly adopted Hinata into their group when she, her sister, and her father moved into the house next door. Hinata had recently lost her mother, prompting the move across town. Staying in their first house had been too painful...for her, and for her father. But though her melancholy lingered, it lightened with her friendship with the boys.

Not only that, but their parents had taken a quick liking to the shy, quiet little girl. For a time, it was almost like they’d gotten the daughter they’d always wanted. Hinata attended some of her earliest classes with Sasuke, Itachi already in junior high by that time. And for that first year...things were good. She had friends, a new branch of her family, and though her father was still distant for his own mourning, Hinata was able to vent hers in a way that suited her.

But tragedy, it seemed, followed in her shadow.

The following Summer, with the suddenness of a car wreck...Fugaku and Mikoto were gone. The boys’ aunt, Mikoto’s sister, moved in and adopted the boys alongside her own son Shisui. But nothing was the same. Though Itachi was apologetic in his withdrawal, Sasuke didn’t even have the heart to explain, too devastated and lost within his sorrow.

Suddenly everything Hinata had gained...was gone.

The rest of elementary, all of junior high, and half of high school was spent practically alone. Having few other friends, and none nearly as close, Hinata drifted along as a wallflower, reserved and still wounded by the loss of her friend. Sasuke still attended all the same schools, but...he was a stranger. Any attempt to speak to him was ignored, any letter unanswered. He had retreated completely within himself...and for nearly ten years, there was just no room for her.

But one early Summer evening had changed that. Having caught Sasuke practicing one of Mikoto’s favorite songs on the guitar, Hinata had finally gotten a reply when she spoke across the gap between their windowsills.

And then, suddenly...it all came rushing back. As though no time had passed. The pair picked up their friendship just as it had left off...though Hinata would admit to a slight caution, wondering if he might just drop her again without warning.

With their renewed bond came a new pastime: Sasuke had taken up the habit of wandering after curfew, and Hinata was soon invited to join him. Together, the pair would wander the neighborhood under the streetlights, the entire suburb quiet and sleeping as they explored in the shadows. Again and again, Hinata was sure they’d be caught. But Hiashi never mentioned her late night wanderings, and Hinata never offered.

And then came the night where things changed all over again.

Armed with a blanket and a clear sky to stargaze, the pair had taken to hiding in the park atop the jungle gym, watching the night sky and talking quietly.

It was then Sasuke broke the tension...and asked if she wanted to evolve from friends to...something more.

She’d agreed.

So, the rest of the Summer has been spent with a new label, and yet...very little feels different. Sure, there’s a bit more...nerves when he’s around, and sometimes they hold hands. He’s even given her cheek a peck once or twice by now. But neither have informed their guardians of the change.

Sasuke is certain his aunt isn’t about to mind. She has far more to worry about overall, let alone concerning her nephew, than a blooming high school relationship.

Hiashi, however...is a different story. Hinata’s never even talked about boys with her father, and his strict leash has her assuming that the notion of her dating someone will go over poorly. She’s always been one of the good kids - straight-laced, good grades, obeying her curfew (to her father’s knowledge). Surely a boyfriend will reflect poorly on everything else in her father’s eyes.

So, the pair make no move to let on, acting romantically only when they’re certain they’re alone. Hiashi has begrudgingly allowed the revitalized friendship, having no rebuttal against Sasuke visiting his daughter, or vice versa. But neither are willing to test his opinion on them being something a bit more than friends.

But somehow - be it a slip up of their own, or some kind of fatherly intuition - Hiashi catches on. And that brings about the confrontation.

“Hinata.”

Stopping mid-step on her way outside, she turns to see her father seated at the dining room table.

...alone.

Unease blooms in her gut. “Y...yes?”

“Sit.”

...oh shit. Trying not to let her growing inner panic show, she takes a seat opposite him. “...um…?”

“It has come to my attention that you have been sneaking out past your curfew.”

She stiffens just a hair.

“...and it would seem you do so in order to spend unsupervised time with Sasuke. Do you deny it?”

“I-I…” Her brain scrambles, trying to think of a way to explain. “He invited me to go for walks. He, um...he does so to clear his head. And I go with him to make sure that he’s, um...that he’s okay.”

Hiashi doesn’t look convinced, expression stony as ever. “You’re sure nothing else happens during these walks?”

“...like what?”

“Drinking, smoking…” He waves a hand. “Whatever you kids get up to these days.”

Hinata balks. “N-no! I’ve never done either in my life! And as far as I know, he doesn’t either! Honestly, Father...we just go for walks. It’s nice when it’s q-quiet. We sit, and we talk, and...that’s all.” Her form wilts a hair. “...we have a lot to catch up on, a-after all…”

He seems to consider that, eyeing her openly. “...well, regardless of your actions while out, you have still been breaking the curfew I set for you. Let alone the neighborhood curfew. Were you caught, you’d be in serious trouble, young lady.”

“I...I know. I’m sorry.”

“If you were sorry, you wouldn’t continue such behavior.”

“I d-didn’t see the harm, is all.”

Hiashi heaves a sigh. “...there are far worse things you could do, but a rule breaking is a rule breaking. You can spend the next week at home - your visiting privileges to other houses is revoked until school starts next Monday. Am I clear? And any further late-night wanderings will compound your punishment.”

“Y...yes sir.”

“Good. You may go. I advise you think over your priorities, Hinata.”

Having no further answers, she takes her leave and retreats upstairs, taking up her phone and relaying the conversation to Sasuke via text.

So...no coming over today, then.

No, sorry…

It’s fine. Glad you’re not in any worse trouble. It’s just a week.

I know, but still...I was hoping we could stargaze one more time before school started. And now I can’t do it at all...he’s pretty mad about curfew. At least he doesn’t seem to know about us.

Maybe you can stay over sometime and we’ll do it that way.

Stay over at a boy’s house? He’d flip.

You could tell him I’m gay.

What? NO!

Hahaha, kidding - pretty sure I’m too fond of kissing you to be gay :P

Well...at least we can still text and stuff, but...I’ll still miss you.

I’m just a coffee bean throw away.

At that, Hinata smiles at her phone, saying a temporary goodbye as she flops atop her bed. Her last week of Summer break, and she has to spend it at home...wonderful. But Sasuke’s right: it’s just one week. It could be worse. For now, she’ll just bide her time, and be thankful that’s all he scolded her for...

                                                            .oOo.

     More of the neighbors mini series...thing! I've lost track of what other days are involved...my bad OTL It's just too much to keep track of on top of everything else, but...a browsing through my modern tag will get you there eventually, lol      Anyway, I tried to recap just in case someone new pops in. Poor Hinata - parental scoldings when you're that boring can be nerve wracking - I'd feel the same way whenever I got scolded xD      Buuut yeah, that's all for tonight, I'm wiped~ Thanks for reading!

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[let-it-raines]

Betting on the Bullseye (Part 6)

Summary: Emma Swan loses a bet that means she has to ask her celebrity crush to be her date to her office's annual fundraising gala. Killian Jones is that celebrity crush. She expects all kinds of humiliation and for her dignity to be completely lost. What she doesn't expect is for him to say yes.

Rating: Mature

A/N: You guys are continuously the best, and I ask you to remember that not all things are resolved in one chapter :D

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“So tell me, darling,” he murmurs, his fingers tracing the concave of Emma’s breasts before he finds her left wrist and feels the thin bones beneath her skin, “what exactly is this little mark on your wrist? It’s not a freckle, that much I’ve gathered. I don’t believe it’s a birthmark either.” He looks up from her wrist to see her eyes trained on his fingers, lips parted in fascination. She’s so bloody beautiful, her hair mused from their activities and her cheeks flushed in pink.

“It’s a tattoo.”

He barks out a laugh, the sensation rumbling through his stomach before he looks back at her wrist and sees that the mark is perfectly black and perfectly round, like the needle touched her skin before she pulled away. “Is it really? What would that be? The world’s tiniest tattoo?”

“No,” she shakes her head, pulling her wrist from his grasp so that she can look at it, eyes narrowed in concentration. “It was supposed to be a buttercup, but I chickened out the moment the needle hit my skin.”

“That doesn’t sound like you.” “Yeah, well, it was my eighteenth birthday, and I was finally going to do something not under the control of my foster parents at the time. But then I was basically, like, holy shit I’m not sure I want this on my skin for the rest of time. I’d never really had anything in my life that permanent, and it just seemed overwhelming.”

He grabs her wrist back, pulling it to him and pressing a kiss to her skin, right over the dot. “I like it. You ever think about going and getting it finished?”

“Nah,” she sighs, scooting closer to him and pulling the blankets up over them while her freezing feet stick between his calves, “not really. I like tattoos and all, but I never could quite figure out what I wanted. Maybe one day.” She runs her hands down his arm, finding his bare wrist. “What about you?”

“I actually almost got one as well, but it was only when I was thinking about going into the Navy.” “What?” Emma laughs, the sound sweet in his ears as her eyes scrunch up in amusement. “I didn’t know that. When were you almost in the Navy?”

“Well, you know, Liam was in it back home, the Royal Navy, and when we moved here, I didn’t know what else to do so I looked to see if I could enlist with how my citizenship was. But I couldn’t and instead started working building sets.”

“How does one go from almost joining the military to building sets for movies?”

“With a hell of a lot of luck and an older brother who found the job listing in the newspaper.”

“Wow,” she laughs, whistling under her breath, “that’s old school. A newspaper?”

“Hey now,” he chuckles, leaning over and pressing the quickest of kisses against her lips, feeling her smile into it, “I am not old. You’re four years younger than me, darling. Did you not do the same?”

“Online, buddy,” she speaks against his lips before capturing his bottom lip between her lips and rolling over so that she’s half on top of him, her skin smooth and soft and warm. “When’s your birthday anyways?”

“Shouldn’t you know that in all of your googling of me?” He waggles his eyebrows, and Emma slaps his shoulder while her eyes roll. “I’m kidding, love. It’s May eighth.”

“Gotta keep that in mind.” “Yeah, you planning on being around?”

He’s testing the waters, seeing if Emma’s willing to say anything in the darkness of the night and the playfulness between the two of them right now. He knows that she’s still slightly unsure of him, of this, and he’s taking a risk pushing her. But if anything, this week has proven they work well together, that they are good together.

“Maybe,” she shrugs, breasts moving against his chest, “if I can be. Or if you want me there.”

He moves his hand from her back to tuck her loose hair behind her ears. “I do want you there, but it’s on a Wednesday.”

“How do you know that already?”

“Because I know everything.”

“Such a smartass.”

Emma falls back asleep before he does, curling off of him and around her pillow while he struggles to fall into the same slumber, eventually succumbing after scrolling through his photo roll from the last week, deleting anything that’s blurry or unfocused. He wakes to movement and a loss of heat, his eyes opening to find Emma’s bare legs moving above him as she gets out of bed.

“Hey,” he mumbles, rolling over and grasping at the back of her bare thigh, skin unbelievably warm, “where are you going?”

“Downstairs for coffee,” she answers while his fingers move up and down her leg to try to coax her back to bed, wanting this morning to last as long as possible, “but I need something to wear because your house is freezing.”

“I think your jeans are somehow over by the balcony door.” “Yeah, that’s not happening. Those are like wearing spanx over my entire body. Where’s your closet?”

“In the bathroom, on the right.”

Emma walks away then, swaying her hips in a way that he truly appreciates, and he watches her go until his phone goes off. He fumbles around to find it, seeing that Will texted him to ask about plans for the day. He can’t do anything. He’s got Emma and work, and Will’s going to have to wait to hang out until Emma’s not around, as sad as that makes him. While they’re texting, he mentions Emma, telling Will about her staying with him and saying they’ll talk later about all of the new things in their lives. It’s been awhile since they had a beer.

Now that he’s a little more sure with what’s happening with them, he’s got to tell the rest of his friends and his family. Really now, Liam is the only one who doesn’t know, and he makes a mental note to tell he and Elsa that’s he’s seeing someone new. Maybe Emma can meet everyone the next time she’s in LA, whenever that will be.

If that’s not too much. She might not be up for that.

He hears a cough before looking up to see Emma wearing the blasted ugly Christmas sweater he bought to match hers for the video. He barks out a laugh, unable to contain his amusement at the ridiculousness of it all.

“Bloody hell, darling, what possessed you to put that on?”

“What possessed you to keep it?”

His right eyebrow ticks up, and his hands find their way to her hips under the sweater, pulling her down on top of him so that she’s straddling his hips, her skin warm against his.

“What? You’re telling me you didn’t keep yours?”

“Only because we have a tacky Christmas sweater party at the office every year.”

He hums as his hands run up her sides over the sweater, finding their way to rest at her neck. “You know, the first time I ever saw you, you were wearing this sweater. I was actually in this very bed and thought you were beautiful.”

“That sounds a little pervy, Killian.”

His eyes roll, and he leans forward to press a quick kiss against her cheek. “Shut it, Swan. That’s not what I meant. Robin showed me your video, and he found you to be positively charming, just as I did.”

“Yeah, well, I’d like that video to be purged from the internet.” His eyebrow quirks again, and he smiles looking up at her, the sweater only making everything better. He can definitely understand her not wanting that to be online, but he’s rather fond of the video that brought them together. “Not that I’m not glad I’m here. I am. I know I said that last night but – I really…I really like you.”

His thumb moves against her cheek and he swears he can practically see the affection in her eye. “I like you, too, darling. You need not worry about those affections being returned.” He rolls his hips to make a point, and she scoffs, laughter making its way through the both of them even with his ridiculously dirty move when his attraction to Emma is so much more than physical. “Obviously. I’d also really like that breakfast you were talking about before I see you off, okay?”

“Sounds like a plan, Stan.”

“You have to stop saying that.”

“Never.”

She climbs off his lap, adjusting the sweater while leaving the bedroom and walking down the hall. He takes a moment to calm himself down after Emma walks away, leaving an imaginary trail of green tinsel behind her. God, that’s the sweater that somehow keeps on giving when it comes to her. How dare she suggest he throw it out. He never would, especially now that he knows her so intimately, physically yes, but mostly emotionally. She’s bloody wonderful, and her telling him she likes him meant the world to him, even if he’s far past that stage.

But he’ll let Emma pace them, her walls built a little higher than his when it comes to trusting someone new with their hearts.

Groaning with the ache in his strained thighs, he gets out of bed, pulling on his sweatpants from work yesterday and brushing his teeth before walking downstairs, a bounce in his step he hasn’t had in awhile despite how tired he is, how much Emma wore him out last night. She’s leaving today, but he’s trying not to think about that too much, pushing the thoughts down knowing that he has to work right after she gets on her flight and that’ll distract him from his melancholy. It’s been a blessed week, and not just last night – or early this morning really – and his mind is already running through scenarios of him being finished with filming and able to fly to Boston to visit her near the end of April. It’s only a month, maybe a bit more really, but it feels a bit longer right now.

Even if he’s trying to push that thought to the back of his mind so that he can enjoy breakfast with Emma before he drives her to LAX.  

He hears voices when he gets downstairs, and the moment he recognizes the one that’s not Emma, his pulse increases and his body heats in fear.

Fuck.

“How the hell did you get in here?”

“I was invited. Killian invited me.”

“Why would he do that? Are you delusional? You asked him out through a video, so I’m kind of thinking you are. God, I should have talked to him about that, especially after I saw the photos. I should have never let it slide.”

“He’s a grown man. He can make his own decisions.”

“I’m calling the police.”

“Liam,” he hisses, stepping into the room to see Emma shielding herself behind the island counter while Liam stands with his arms crossed by the stove. He looks pissed, but so is Killian. Liam can’t just barge into his home and accost his guests and then threaten to call the police like he knows what’s going on. “What the fuck, brother? You can’t just walk in my home and start yelling at someone I asked to be here.”

“What are you talking about, little brother? You asked her to be here? She’s a fan. Have you lost it?”

His blood boils, the rage setting in as he stares down his brother. “She’s…we’re dating. And she’s supposed to be here. You’re not.”

“I have a key, and I hadn’t heard from you in days,” Liam grits, straightening his shoulders in a move that Killian knows is an intimidation factor he’s perfected over the years. He’s not going to let it work today, not with this. “I was worried about you and walking into this didn’t exactly help my fears. How was I supposed to know she hadn’t broken into your house? She’s even wearing the bloody sweater.”

“I’m just,” Emma stutters, stepping backward until she’s standing beside him, her hand lightly brushing his, “I’m going to go upstairs and get packed to leave. I feel like this isn’t my conversation to be had.”

“Emma,” he cautions, looking down at her with pleading eyes, “you don’t have to go.”

She smiles. It’s soft, and it’s sad, something he doesn’t want to see grace her face when they were just so happy. So damn happy. Fuck, he should have already told Liam, but he was waiting to see where this was going and was going to tell him later this week. He was already planning it all out. He knew Liam would be protective, but he didn’t think he’d be like this. This is ridiculous. He’s a grown man. He should be able to make his own damn choices. Why the hell is his brother acting like this?

“No, Killian, I think I do.”

At that, Emma walks out of the room, leaving him with Liam and an anger that’s barely contained within him.

“What the hell was that? What do you mean you’re dating her?”

“I mean that she and I are seeing each other,” he explains, stepping forward and slamming his hands against the marble counter. “We talk, kiss, she stays at my place, all the things normal people do. You’re married. You should understand the concept.”

He doesn’t technically know if they’re dating, the words not explicitly said between them, but if anyone doesn’t need to know that right now, it’s Liam who seems to have a stick up his arse this morning.

“Very funny, brother,” Liam scoffs while rolling his eyes. “I don’t think it’s a good idea.”

“Yeah, well, so you’ve said. I do, and it’s really not any of your goddamn business.”

“Killian, you could be making a mistake here. Think about what’s happened before.”

“You’re not my father, Liam. And I’m a grown man in my thirties, not some naïve kid who doesn’t know better. I can make my own choices without your judgment even if you don’t seem to think so right now.”

“I am the closet thing you have to a dad, and you need my help.”

“We don’t have a dad, Liam,” he spits, stepping closer to Liam so that their feet touch. “I sure as hell don’t need you to be one because you likely scared Emma away when that’s absolutely the last thing that I needed or wanted. I am willing to try again, to open myself up after not being with someone for so long, and you aren’t even giving Emma the benefit of the doubt. Hell, you’re not even giving it to me.”

Liam’s lips part before he scratches at his chin, his jaw ticking. “You’re bloody in love with the woman.”

“Of course I am.” He slaps his hands against his thighs before running his hands through his hair, making it stand up in a hundred different ways, and taking a few steps back as he shakes his head back and forth in frustration. “I love her, and you’re being an insufferable ponce.”

“She’s a fan, little brother. How could you be so blind? Have you not learned your lesson from the past? All I want is to protect you.”

“Younger brother, and while I’m younger than you, I’m not bloody stupid. I know what I’m doing here.”

“Do you?” He takes a step forward so that he towers over Killian. He’s not that much shorter, but at this moment, he feels about as big as a child. “She practically ran away when someone other than you knew about her, someone who could protect you. Doesn’t that seem a little suspicious?”

“For God’s sake, Liam. You walked in on her while she was barely dressed and then threatened to call the police on her. She’s embarrassed and likely pretty pissed that you berated her when you realized who she was. It’s not suspicious. Robin knows about her, so does Will as of this morning. It’s new and we’re figuring things out, and I don’t need you and your pompous arse ways ruining something before it even begins.”

“Killian – ”

“No, just leave. I’ll talk to you later when I don’t want to punch you, but I don’t want you here right now. And I’d rather you not try to talk to me until I call you. I’ll work things out with you later since you’re not flying across the country this afternoon.”

He doesn’t wait for Liam to leave before he runs up the stairs, his anger at his brother replaced with fear that Emma’s going to be in her room packing her bags and leaving without saying goodbye. She’s not in her room, her bag still unpacked with clothes everywhere, and he checks in the bathroom before jogging to his room and finding her sitting on the couch he has out on the balcony, the sliding glass doors open so that the ocean air travels in.

“Hey,” he whispers, cautiously walking outside and squatting down in front of her, taking her hands in his even though she doesn’t squeeze back, her hands cool against his, “you okay?”

She doesn’t look at him, her gaze trained on the water outside. She’s so bloody beautiful even with her hair all knotted and her makeup smudged while wearing a ridiculous Christmas sweater. But she’s probably pissed and upset, and he’s honestly surprised he wasn’t immediately berated for everything that just happened. He can’t even begin to imagine how she feels. It’s one thing for him to be pissed at his brother. It’s another for Emma to have been berated by a man she doesn’t know for doing nothing but existing. God, Liam, why of all mornings did he have to show up today?

He rubs his thumb over her knuckles trying to coax her to look at him, and when she finally does, he gives her a lopsided smile.

She doesn’t return it.

“Is your bother always such an ass? I thought you said he was your best friend.”

“He is, and he can be,” he explains, trying to think how to explain things to her. He knows Liam was wrong and an arse, and he’s right pissed at him. But he’s still is brother, and there has to be a way to work all of this out. He can’t – he doesn’t want any of these relationships to be suffering, but it might be too late now, at least with Emma. Liam can be easily fixed, their bond too strong not to make it past something like this. “Liam’s my brother, but he’s also like a father figure, as you know. He’s a little protective.”

She scoffs, rolling her eyes and yanking her hands away from his to cross them under her chest. “I don’t have a brother or a father, but that wasn’t protective. That was asshole. And I know I have no right to be a raging bitch to you about your brother but – ”

“You have every right.”

“Okay, then. Your brother makes a fucking horrible first impression, and I kind of want to shove a very pointy heel up his ass. How dare he accuse me of all of that. I’m an adult. I’m not some kid in a foster home who gets reprimanded for being out of bed to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night. I sure as hell shouldn’t be reprimanded for being in a house I’m supposed to be in.”

He cringes, the thought that she’d relate that back to her time in foster homes not occurring to him. He should have known. He spent time in them himself, and she’s right. He knows what it’s like to be yelled at for being somewhere you thought was safe, and it’s not pleasant. God, this is all screwed up.

“I know.”

“And fuck Killian,” she uncrosses her arms and throws them in the air, “why the hell didn’t you tell him about me? What was this? Just some game? A week vacation just so you could sleep with me? Because I’m feeling like an idiot right now.” “Emma no. I lo – I like you so much. You have no idea.”

“Then what? Because all of my friends know about you. And don’t think I missed how Robin thought I was here for some kind of fan engagement. I’m kind of feeling like a dirty little secret right now, and that is not me. I’m not a plaything or someone to be ashamed of.” “Swan, I know, okay? I fucked up. My brother fucked up. We all fucked up. I’m not ashamed of you. I just didn’t know what to say. It sounds so stupid now, but I didn’t…don’t know what we are. And I felt like it would be odd for me to just tell them I’ve made a new friend who I very much like, but I’m now realizing I went about this all wrong. But Emma, love, never in my wildest dreams could I be ashamed of you. I am so, so sorry that I could ever make you feel that way. You don’t deserve it.”

Her eyes flicker up and down his body, the green not nearly as bright as usual despite the water that resides there. She’s studying him, using her superpower she shared with him one night during a phone call to see if he’s lying. He knows that’s what she’s doing, and he tries to steady his gaze. He’s not lying. Every word he said was true, and he hopes she sees that. She has to see that. He can’t lose her, not now, not after he’s finally feeling like things are going right.

But if she wants to go, if this bothers her enough, he has to let her. He can fight for her, but she has to want him. And if anything, he deserves for her to be furious with him. He did screw up. Liam certainly hasn’t helped matters, making everything an absolute shit show, but it isn’t all Liam’s fault. A lot of it is on him.

“I believe you,” she finally whispers, her eyelashes hitting against her cheeks before she looks him dead in the eye, “but I am pissed. That’s not just going to go away.”

“I know.”

“And I still have to go home.”

“I know.”

She wipes away under her cheeks before looking back out at the ocean, the sky suddenly dark and waves rough, as if a storm is coming. “I need to pack.”

“You have time.”

“Not really. I’m supposed to be at the airport in an hour, and if anything, I know that traffic is horrible here.” She gets up then, using the sweater to cover herself and then walking through the balcony doors into his bedroom and out of view.

He leaves her be while she packs, picking up her clothes from the bedroom and folding them before getting her shirt from the hallway, picking his own up as well. It’s all a mess, but he thinks that it has to get better. It can’t possibly get worse right now But he has to stop screwing up when it comes to Emma. Like she said, her coming here this week was a huge deal for her – for him too – and after so many days of bliss, it’s been mucked up in a matter of minutes.

Sighing, he takes the folded clothes and heads down to her room, knocking on the door even though it’s ajar. He doesn’t want to invade in her personal space if she doesn’t want him to. She’s changed into leggings and a sweatshirt, the Christmas sweater long gone.

“Hi,” he holds up the clothes, “I brought you these.”

She gives him a soft smile, lips slightly tugging up before taking the clothes out of his hands, her fingers brushing against his skin and sending pinpricks throughout his body. “Thank you. I, um, I need to go soon.”

“I know. Can I still take you to the airport?”

She nods her head in answer before turning around and finishing her packing. He stays at the doorway for a moment, watching her, before heading back to his room and taking a shower, letting the hot water hit his skin and burn out all of his frustrations.

He takes her to the airport, and as if the world has decided to turn against him, there’s no traffic on the way to LAX. He was expecting time with her, time to work things out, but he gets there in record time after a car ride full of awkward silences and stilted conversations. He needs more than this, doesn’t want to let her go quite yet, so instead of dropping her off at the curb he pays for one-day parking and pulls into the spot nearest to the building.

When he turns the engine off, neither of them move, silence settling between them while planes roar up above and car horns honk in the distance.

“I should – ”

“Please don’t.”

“I’m sorry. What?”

“Swan, I know you have to go. You have to be at work tomorrow, and you have this entire life at home. A life that is yours and wonderful, and I’m so glad I’ve gotten to be a part of it. But I don’t want this week to be it. And I know I fucked up, but I can be better. Do better. For you.”

“I’m not…it’s not that. It’s not you,” she fumbles, resting her head back against the seat and turning to face him, the corners of her lips tugging downward. “It’s…God, Killian. It’s just that I’ve had a bad day. This morning was like coming down from some kind of wonderful high, and I’m wallowing in it and in going home. I need some time to think things through. But it’s fine. We’re – whatever we are is fine.”

“Yeah?”

She smiles and nods her head before her palm find his cheek, fingers running over the scruff. “You and me, KJ, we are complicated, this relationship, us being together, and us on our own, but despite every fear that I have, I think things might be okay. If anything, I think me going home will allow us to calm down and help us figure things out. God knows I need it.”

He turns his head and kisses her palm, lingering there for a moment. “So you’re not going to get on that plane and never talk to me again?”

“You know too much. I can’t stop talking to you now.”

He barks out a laugh, the tension in the small space fading away, before leaning across the console and tentatively pressing a kiss against Emma’s cheek, lingering to see if her body tenses or if she’d relax into it, silently letting him know how she feels about more physical contact. She doesn’t tense and she doesn’t relax, but she does turn her head and press a kiss against the corner of his lips, almost there but not quite.

“I have to go.”

“I know,” he sighs, smiling down at her with their foreheads pressed together. “There’s not a day will go by I won’t think of you.”

“And yet I’m the stalker.” He laughs against her lips before kissing her again, a fleeting little thing that’s not enough, but it’s a real kiss this time. And she kisses him back. “Good.”

They get out of the car, and he gets her luggage out of the trunk, placing it on the ground and locking everything back up. He begins to trail it toward the walkway so they can go inside, but she stops him, her hand on his chest.

“I can go in on my own.”

“Are you sure?”

“I do know how to take care of myself believe it of not.” She rolls her eyes before stepping forward and wrapping her arms around his neck in a hug, the scent of her perfume invading his senses. She smells like flowers and the vanilla of her shampoo that’s lingering on his sheets. He’s going to miss that. It sounds insane, but he is. She pulls back and takes a step away, separating them and smiling. “I’ll text you when I get home, okay?”

“Sounds like a plan, love.”

He nods and she turns around, walking away with her suitcase trailing behind her, and he feels like the most dramatic arse in the world. He is, isn’t? He shouldn’t be this upset, but he’s also watching the woman he loves walk away when they’re still unsure of everything. It’s a new relationship, and all of the thrills and fears spark through his body as he watches the blonde hair disappear around the corner.

The skies open up then, the storm he sensed earlier while out on the balcony coming into full effect, and it storms in Los Angeles twice in one week, water beginning to wash everything away while also nurturing new growth.

Killian drives to set after dropping Emma off, pulling through the guarded gates and parking before making his way to hair and makeup. It usually doesn’t take long, but he knows that they have to paint cuts and bruises across his skin today, making everything elongated. He closes his eyes as his makeup artists do their magic, occasionally taking a sip of the coffee that was already waiting for him when he arrived, and when he opens them up, he looks as if he’s been slashed across the face, blood escaping his skin.

“Bloody hell,” he grimaces, testing out his facial movements, “this is fantastic but also terrifying, Kendall.”

“Thank you. I’ve been practicing on your mannequin.”

“Love, I’ll never quite be over you having a realistic copy of my face. It’s damn creepy.”

“Yeah, well, it helps. Don’t get wet when you’re going to costume, okay?”

“I’ll try my best.”

He’s dressed in his worn and battered clothing, rips and blood stains covering his body before he spends the next three hours shooting the aftermath of the fight scene they begin yesterday. It’s like torture, his body aching with every movement, and he knows half of it is from the physical exertion of the stunts yesterday but the other half is from him rutting himself into Emma for half of the night. God, how the hell does being sore make him think of her? That’s ridiculous.

But the scene is eventually finished, and while he’s sure they’ll make them do reshoots later, he’s glad to get to sit down and have his makeup removed before a few new, lesser scars are added to show his healing as days past while the rest of this scenes for this episode are filmed throughout the rest of the day and far into the night.

He lets a driver take him home, leaving his car there to pick up tomorrow, and by the time he gets into bed, he’s nearly asleep, eyes fluttering closed until he remembers that he hasn’t talked to Emma, his phone staying in his trailer without use all day.

Emma: Just landed. It was a long flight, and the woman next to me talked the entire time.

Emma: I know all about her son’s problems in his marriage, and she asked for my advice on what young women want out of relationships.

Emma: There was very long conversation about sex. I have still not recovered.

Emma: Anyways, I’m home, back at the apartment and everything. Maybe you could call me when you get these?

He checks the time stamps and sees that these are all from hours ago, and while it’s four in the morning here, it’s seven back in Boston and Emma will be up getting ready for work. Pressing her number, he calls.

“Hello?” she answers, yawning into it.

“Hi, love. Sorry I missed your texts earlier. It was a crazy day of filming, but I’m glad you’re home safely.”

“Me too. Don’t you need to be sleeping?”

“No, no,” he protests even as he curls himself into bed, “tell me about your flight before you have to go to work. I want to hear all about this sex talk of yours.”

“Of course you do.”

“Yeah, well, can you blame me? You’ve painted an interesting tale.”

“Okay,” she begins before weaving him the tale of her flight home and her time in the airport, lulling him into a sense of comfort he hasn’t really felt in the past twenty-four hours. He didn’t think she’d be open to so much talking, but he can hear the smile and the laugh in her voice as well as the sounds of traffic behind her as she moves through the streets of Boston. Things are messed up, repairs still needed to be made and conversations needed to be had, but for this moment, he thinks he and Emma are going to be okay.

#betting on the bullseye #cs fic #cs ff #captain swan fic

[mhdiaries]

Diary of Draculaura

Volume one thousand five hundred and ninety-nine... and 7/8.

15♥September

I “broke up” with Jackson Jekyll today... not that we were ever really dating I mean officially, which would have been nice but every time he would ask me out he would totally pull the invisible boy act on me and not show up. Or call. The next day he was always very sweet and apologetic but he could never remember why he forgot our date. I guess the final nail in the coffin was when he didn’t meet me at this party and I totally felt like a one tombstone graveyard. I ended up dancing with this scary hot DJ named Holt Hyde who acted like he knew me although I’m pretty sure that we hadn’t met before. Jackson and I are still friends but sometimes that’s just how the tombstone crumbles.

25♥September

Went to the beach with Frankie, Clawdeen and Clawd to watch Lagoona surf. It was a beautiful day, which meant I had to break out the sunscreen although the stuff I have to use is more like sunwall. It’s so thick it’s like being coated in honey and it’s like a sand magnet so I pretty much have to stay on a blanket the whole time or I end up looking like a sand sculpture. Oh well, it’s worth the annoyance to get to spend the day at the beach.

30♥September

I stayed up late reading a new novel about a forbidden romance between a werewolf girl and a vampire boy... like that would ever happen... but it’s so sweet and tragic I couldn’t put it down. Of course I slept through my alarm and was almost late for school, which meant my makeup was a mess cause I couldn’t take my time putting it on. Luckily, Ghoulia saw me before anyone else did and she helped me straighten it out so I didn’t walk into my first class looking like an undead clown... not that there’s anything wrong with that.

1♥October

I took one of those quizzes to see what kind of creature I am - I think all the teen monster mags have them now - which seems kind of strange since like I already know. Anyway, the quiz had questions ike: What is your favorite haunt? What is your favorite food? Would you rather be dead or undead? Do you run, shamble, fly or ooze? So after I answered all the questions I turned to the back to read: Congratulations! You are a Woodland Nymph! You are kind, gentle and love sunshine and nature. You probably make your home in a tree where you enjoy the company of many woodland animals that you would never scare or eat. I wonder if I should share this with father? LOL... maybe not = )

7♥October

Clawd and Spectra had a monster argument today and it created such a fuss that both of them got called into Headmistress Bloodgood’s office. I don’t think I’ve ever seen Clawd so angry or Spectra so self-righteous but neither of them would talk about it when they came out of HHB’s office - not even to me! Clawdeen thinks it has something to do with Cleo and Clawd but I totally don’t understand how she made that connection. Now Clawdeen is mad at Cleo. Again. This is really sad and since it seemed like they were starting to actually tolerate each other.  

12♥October

I know a lot of monsters are not excited about having to write an essay on our monster heritage but I think it’s creeperifically cool! First of all, I’m writing a screenplay about my un-life and I think this will really help the third act and secondly because it gives me the opportunity to set the record straight about a couple of things. Beginning with the fact that my father is much older than any monster realizes. I mean he was already a vampire back when togas were first considered fashionable... sooo glad father doesn’t wear one anymore. Then there was that whole identity theft calamity that happened when we rented our castle in Transylvania to a total con-monster who went around pretending to be father. Now I have to carry a copy of my death certificate to prove that I really am as old as I say I am cause some monsters think I must be related to that loser. Unfortunately for the imposter his bats came home to roost and not in a good way either. The rest of my story, like how father took in me and my mother when no one else would and why I’m a vegan vampire I’m going to save for the screenplay which I would like to film in pink and white. How scary cool would that be?

16♥October

In the span on 3 days Clawdeen missed a test in Mad Science, a school dance and a buy one get one shoe sale at the Maul. Frankie and I knew something had to be wrong but Clawdeen wouldn’t answer our texts or emails. Finally Clawd showed us a picture he took of Clawdeen with his iCoffin. Her hair... it was... it was... not of this world. Clawd said she couldn’t fix it and had to “ctrl+alt+delete her new ‘do” with a pair of electric clippers. He said she was so depressed that she turned all her mirrors toward the wall and wasn’t even growling at Howleen for borrowing her clothes. I suggested we shave our heads too but then Frankie reminded me how fast Clawdeen’s hair grows and that we’d be bald a lot longer than she would so we came up with the idea of going to the Maul and buying Clawdeen a fierce fashionista scare package to cheer her up instead and that’s just what we did. Of course we bought some things for ourselves too = )

25♥October

I was supposed to fang out with the ghouls last night but I didn’t. I tried to explain what happened to Clawdeen but I couldn’t. She was annoyed with me cause I always tell her everything. She thinks I’m keeping a secret from her which I guess I sort of am but I’m not sure I want to talk to anybody about it yet. So I wrote this poem to describe what happened. I don’t know why it’s easier for me to express emotions in verse but sometimes it just is. I read it to Count Fabulous who usually leaves the room when I get too sappy but this time he flew down and gave me a little bat hug when I was finished.

One fall autumn night I took a walk jaunt

to meet some friends at a familiar haunt

The sky above was very starry bright

and there seemed to me not a cloud in sight

So off I went without sans umbrella or coat

although what I probably needed was really a boat

Caust the clouds came rolled in with a dragon’s roar

and shortly thereafter it bagan to pour

Not a pleasant rain, good for plant and flower

but a driving, unfriendly, cold hard icy shower

Now I was halfway between home and there

my makeup was running ruined and so was my hair

With no shelter in sight or a way to get dry

I put my head face in my hands and started to cry

When out of the shower rain a voice broke through,

“Hey D it’s me Clawd, hey D is that you?”

As I blinked through the tears and rain I could see

Clawdeen’s brother Clawd, waving at me

Across four lanes of traffic bravely he dashed

with umbrella in hand to my side he flashed

He led helped me back to his car warm and dry

said not a word till I’d finished my cry

“Here’s a hot coffinccino whip cream no foam,

it’ll warm you right up while I drive you home.”

From the car he walked me up to my door

protecting me still from the storm’s downpour

As he turned to leave I placed a kiss on his cheek

then I ran inside before he could speak.

And while I watched his car disappear from sight

I felt something happen change for me that night

No longer did I see him as just my best friend’s brother

that night, to me, he became something other.

The great thing about poetry is that it doesn’t have to be epic to express how you feel. Now I have to wonder, “Does he feel the same?”

#monster high #monster high diary #wave 2 #text post #draculaura