#Me during lectures about French movies lol
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How to make the JoJo French guy look even more French™
[ID: two traditional ballpoint pen drawings of Jean Pierre Polnareff from the anime "JoJo's Bizarre Adventure" (JoJo no Kimyō na Bōken). He has light skin, light hair, styled into a very tall flat top with the sides slicked back and falling on his back, is muscular and wears earrings in the shape of jaggedly broken hearts and a tube top with one strap going over his shoulder. He wears a dark Béret, sitting slanted atop his very high styled hair and a dark, slightly artificial-looking (compared to his otherwise light-colored hair) mustache with the ends curled upwards. There's a little heart next to his face. On the second drawing are an Eiffel tower, a croissant and a baguette edited onto it. /end ID].
#Jean Pierre Polnareff#my beloved#(I kinda want to apologize for the mustache 😅😅😅😅)#(not for the Béret tho that looks très chic😌❤️)#Jjba#Jojo's Bizarre Adventure#Fanart#Described#Stardust Crusaders#Me during lectures about French movies lol#jjba polnareff
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A Day In The Life
requesred by this genius anon: “Aight imma hit you with a good one: Literally everything as platonic, but a day in the life of reader in high school with the minor gang (too my, tubbo, ranboo) and all the faculty at the school are dreamsmp members”
Platonic! Minors gang (tommy, tubbo, ranboo and purpled) x reader
trigger warnings: none
premise: a day in the life of a student at the DSMP public high school
{with all the shit that goes on the smp there's no way it could be anything but a public school}
{also if I do things slightly off or something its cause my high school is weird, we only have four blocks a day, but I think most have seven, so we’re going with that}
{also the dream/george thing, is based on two of the sciences teachers at my school being suspected of having an affiar}
{Full teacher list:
English: Mr. NotFound
Drama: Mr. Soot
Spanish: Mr. Dream (its mexican dream lol)
Gym: Coach Sapnap and Coach Punz
Home ec: Miss Nihachu
Music: Mr. Quackity
Chemistry: Mr. Halo}
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Home room: Mr. Callahan
You sighed, trudging toward the school entrance, god it was way to early for this.
The halls were already crowded with people heading to there home rooms, and Mr. Minecraft, the principal, was standing outside the admin offices, greeting everyone with a smile.
“Good morning, (y/n).”
“Good morning Mr. Minecraft.” You grumbled as you passed.
You hurried through the foyer and up the stairs, toward Mr. Callahan’s room.
“Hey!” Tubbo called, hurrying down the hallway, “(y/n)!”
“Hey Tubbo.” you yawned.
He fell into step with you, “You think Callahan will actually show today?”
The one good thing about your home room teacher is that none of the kids ever seemed to have seen him. It meant that some days, while other home rooms had lectures of bullying or something, your class got to hang out for 30 minutes.
“I don’t think he even exists.” Purpled said, falling in on your other side.
“He definitely doesn’t.” You agreed.
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History: Mr. Blade
“Hey (y/n)!” Ranboo called from his seat at the front of the room as you came in.
He was lucky enough to have moved homerooms and ended up getting the same room as his first block.
“Hello Ranboo.” you sighed, sitting down in your seat next to him.
Tommy came in and plopped down behind you, “Well you sound like shit.”
“No swearing in my classroom, Tommy.” Mr. Blade chided, hardly looking up from the book on his desk.
You turned to look at Tommy, “It’s too early for this.”
“You say that everyday!” He laughed.
“Yeah! Cause this class starts at 7:45 in the god damn morning!” You half exclaimed.
“Bloody hell you’d think you’d get used to it-”
“Tommy, what did I say about swearing?” Mr. Blade cut Tommy off.
“But you didn’t yell at (y/n)!” Tommy yelled, “That’s not fair Tech!”
Me. Blade glared at his brother, “Do you want me to send you down to Phil’s office Tommy?”
“I didn’t even do anything!”
After a moment under Mr. Blades glare, Tommy sighed, “Please don’t send me down to Phil.”
The teacher didn’t respond, instead standing up and moving to stand in front of the board, queuing up the intro slides for the day, “All right everyone, settle down. Today in our ‘tour of the ancient world’ or whatever, we’re going to start our mini unit on Greece.”
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Statistics/Math: Mr. Was Taken
After a class that ended mostly in a rant about the myth of Heracles, you said goodbye to Ranboo and Tommy and met up with Purpled to head to math.
Mr. Wastaken was already passing out the notes when you two got there, sliding into your seats at the back of the classroom just as the bell rang.
“You’re late.” He chided, dropping the papers onto your desk, then Purpleds.
“Purp needed to refill his water bottle.” You explained.
“Seriously?” Mr. Wastaken questioned, “Dude, it’s second block, why the hell was your water already empty?”
Purpled shrugged, “P.E?”
“Ehh, wrong, Sapnap doesn’t have you till sixth period.”
“Stairs... are murder man.” He fumbled.
You nodded, “First floor to the fourth floor is tough Mr. Wastaken.”
Rolling his eyes, the teacher moved back to the front of the room, “Alright, last nights homework was a bit of a flop so we’ll be more review for the quiz tomorrow.”
You groaned internally, pulling out your pencil.
Purpled nodded, “I fuckin hate review days.”
“I can hear you, you know!” Mr. WasTaken half yelled.
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Chemistry: Mr. Halo
After Math you and Purpled headed down to the science hall to meet back up with Tubbo to head to Chem.
“Welcome back everybody!” Mr. Halo greeted cheerily, “Good to see smiling faces for chemistry!”
How he managed to stay so upbeat, no one would ever know.
You sat down at your lab table with Tubbo, “You think we actually make it to doing the lab today before he starts talking about Mr. Skeppy again?”
“Oh no chance.”
You chuckled, pulling out your notebook as Mr. Halo pulled up the opening review before the lab.
Twenty minutes later found you elbow deep in the lab, quite literally.
“It was supposed to just be a small scale elephants toothpaste!” Mr. Halo cried.
Purpled grinned, “You should’ve taken my wildcard factor into account sir.”
You laughed, wiping the foam off your apron (thank god for lab aprons), “That was brilliant!”
A few minutes earlier, Tubbo had helped him do out the math to scale up the experiment by 20%, and you had willingly given up your own materials to help.
Now most of the classroom was covered in the foam, and Purpled and the girl who had been unfortunate enough to be partnered with him were knee deep in it.
“I sent the video to the groupchat.” Tubbo whispered.
“Good.” You chuckled again.
Mr. Halo groaned, “You three start cleaning this up, Elizabeth, dear, why don’t you join a different group.”
“I volunteer to switch with her!” Drista yelled, “they look like fun!”
Mr. Halo sighed, “No- no absolutely not- I can’t deal with you added to the mix.”
Drista pouted, the rest of the class went back to there work, and you, Tubbo and Purpled began to clean up the foam.
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Drama: Mr. Soot
As Purpled left for his history class, you and tubbo headed twoard the music/performing arts suit, where you met up with Ranboo.
“Tommy said he wished he could’ve been there to see the foam.” Ranboo reported as Tubbo peeled off into the band room, and you both continued on to the green room.
“Hello, Hello, Hello!” Mr. Soot greeted in an aussie accent (you know the one).
“Oh god please say were not doing accents today.” Ranboo muttered.
Mr. Soot laughed, “Nah, we’re going to do some more rounds of improv.”
“Oh thank god.” You said as you moved to take a seat at one of the side tables.
“That would have been hell.” Ranboo agreed.
More people poured into the room, take seats all around as Mr. Soot began to dig through on of the closets.
As the bell rang he let out a triumphant cheer, turning around and brandishing a very large bowl of paper slips, “I found the prompts!”
“Oh dear lord.” Ranboo muttered.
“Mr. Soot can we please do like, anything else?” You asked, “Like scenes, or hell I’d even take monologues, you know we’re all shit at improv!”
The teacher sighed, “I suppose we could do something else. I guess we can begin our next topic, you’re all going to be assigned scenes and given time to practice them, we’ll present on Friday!”
The entire class breathed a sigh of relief that you had managed to change his mind.
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English: Mr. NotFound
After a very chaotic lunch full of Tubbo retelling a bunch of jokes Mr. Quackity had told during music, you trudged off to the one class that didn’t have any of your main group of friends in.
The one good thing about having Mr. NotFound as a teacher was that he had no clue what he was doing.
More often then not you would be left to do essays or read the required books, and then watch the movies that went along with them.
And, just your luck, your English block happened to take place during Mr. Wastaken’s prep period.
“Right, everyone, today’s a work day, finish up anything you need to for this class, or another, and I’ll put on a movie.” Mr. NotFound said as soon as everyone was seated.
Ten minutes into the movie the teacher had left, and you pulled up the group chat.
(y/n): Mr. NotFound has yet again suspiciously left during class.
Purp: sus
Purp: just went by WasTaken’s room
Purp: he’s not there
BooBoy: I saw him down in the science hall ten minutes ago
BeEs: Science hall is oposite to English isn’t it
(y/n): yeah it is
BooBoy: very sus
Purp: I swear their having an affair
BeEs: defintly a lesbian
BeEs: *leassion
BeEs: lesion
BeEs: le-a-zon
BeEs: you know what I mean!
BooBoy: take your time Tubbo
You chuckled quietly, putting your phone down to look back up at the movie on the screen.
~~
Spanish: Mr. Dream (its mexican dream lol)
“AYYYY kids!”
You groaned as your Spanish teacher burst into the room.
“What is with this guy?” Tommy muttered.
“ayy man not cool.” Mr. Dream said.
“Mr. Dream your ten minutes late!” Someone pointed out.
“SHut up man. And I told you just call me Mexican Dream!” The teacher said.
You frowned, “That doesn’t make sense, theres no way your first name is ‘mexican’.”
“Well its not,” He explained, “But its cause I’m the Mexican version of that math teacher!”
“Why couldn’t I have taken French like Boo and Purp?” Tommy asked the ceiling quietly.
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Home ec: Miss Nihachu
The last block of the day was always the best, but not just because school would be over soon.
There were three main reasons why everyone agreed it was the best.
1. Miss Nihachu was the nicest teacher in school
2. baking was done often, and everyone always got to take some home
3. it was the one class you, Tommy, Tubbo, Ranboo and Purpled all had together.
Soon your found yourself crowded into one of the tiny kitchen areas with all your friends, as Miss Nihachu gave instructions.
“Now, if you make a mess you will be cleaning it up! I’m looking at your kitchen a!” She said, half threateningly.
Ranboo pushed away from the group, “I’m not with them I swear!”
Miss Nihachu rolled her eyes playfully, “Sure your not.”
Surprisingly, a mess was not fully made.
Somehow between Tommy wanting to taste the cookie dough at every step from butter to flour, Tubbo trying to add as many chocolate chips as he could, and Purpled all but refusing to move from where he was sitting on the counter, you and Ranboo managed to get the cookies into the oven with no real disasters.
As you wiped down the empty counter space you sighed, “That wasn’t too bad.”
“Yeah.” Tubbo agreed.
Tommy only nodded, still eating the large glob of cookie dough he’d stolen.
Ten minutes before the bell rang and when everyone was supposed to be finishing cleaning up you sniffed the air suspiciously, “Why do I smell burning?”
Tubbo took a deep breath, “I smell it too.”
“Oh yeah, something is definitly burning.” Ranboo agreed.
You whirled to face Purpled, who was absently scrolling through his phone, “Purp you did set a timer right?”
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Match up! (◠‿◠✿)
hiya!! can i pls get a matchup for ikesen, if its ok? 💞
bi girl i prefer guys! ambiverted intp, gryffindor, n true neutral. i have an older twin sis n i love/hate her sm lmao!!
i have medium-length straight-ish black hair (w/ a side bang to the right) & dark brown eyes!! im 5'5-ish, fun fact: im a filipina!
sooo im a complex daydreamer!! i NEED attention/affirmation or ill feel unwanted/sad. emotional scorpio, im quite sensitive. anxiety, i overthink too much! quiet w/ people im not close w/. easily annoyed but guilty after ‘cause im soft-hearted. im like half funny/playful/kind & half deep/mature/awkward- hopeless romantic! i have a way w/ words, sorta poetic? i wanna be the best! sorta socially anxious, i have a fear of judgement. im not innocent but ppl think i am at first. i look fine but deep down im a big mess. rlly smart & knowledgable. vv passionate, big nerd actually! im like a kid w/ my twin but w/ others im more mature. im the type to do fun stuff and loosen up but would also just cuddle and have long convos. im vv good w/ technology! very imaginative, i come up with stories a lot- around others im very quiet because i literally have no idea what to say. actually a big history fanatic, hehe. i act confident but im not rlly, actually vv insecure and i regret a lot of things.
a habit of mine is that i tend to drift away and just… think? i also tend to care a lot abt my appearance! i get competative but there are also times when im just chill. i get vv embarrassed when i lose control tho n i regret it sm :(( i have loads of trouble asking for help even if i like to help others a lot! i like being organised but i tend to be… chaotic.
hsjsh- fun fact: there are times where im just,, super hyper n say the weirdest things? im good in school but,, im lazy yknow- i love math (surprisingly, i got a natural talent?), science (esp abt stars n space), history, and english (actually my 2nd languange but im very fluent) the most. bilingual but im also learnin french! wanna learn latin too tho but id break down- i have the fear of the unknown, failure, n loneliness! im scared of the future cause its beyond human ability to know,, the only guys ive rlly talked to r family members so my awkwardness goes 100x hsjsjs
oh, i rlly love affection, but i need a lot of space too, tho! girls gotta have privacy- games r a hUge part of my life, so is technology and the modern era! i actually like sports too- not very good at em tho :((
some likes: gaming, jokes (esp corny/stupid/puns), space, stars, weapons (esp swords/guns), philosophy, psychology, testing myself, affection, animals, doing exhilirating things, music, movies, books, writing, astrology, astronomy, learning new things, & mythology.
some dislikes: too much heat, school presentations, creepy dolls, being under pressure, dirty things, blind faith, & annoying people.
tysm! omg i hope this isnt too long- i think this is too long?? yIkes i hope that this is ok!! love ur writing btw! stay safe 💞
Hi hi love! thank you so much for the request! You sound like a wonderful person and omw it soooo cool that you have a twin! I actually think she sent in a request right after you did lol! Anyways sorry for making you wait sooooo long and i hope you enjoy it! @x-joie-x
So i match you with...................... Mitsuhide
The first time you meet this sneki boy, you were quiet and reserved. War council had just ended and you were named as a princess of the Oda forces. You were super socially awkward, and anxiety was slowly starting to creep in, as the curious warlords started to surround you. It wasn’t until Mitsuhide had pulled you away in a teasing manner to save you from the crowd that you finally started to calm down. He had noticed this new little mouse had been on edge since arriving. However, he didn’t suspect you of being an assassin or spy as, during the whole council, your hands shook, and you could barely speak up against Nobunaga’s demanding and commanding tones.
Mitsuhide had found you incredibly amusing from the first moment you walked in, you caught this foxes eye. He didn’t know if it was the innocence or naïve purity that just seemed to radiate from you, but for some reason when he was looking at you, he found that he simply couldn’t look away.
It took all of one day for all the warlords to officially drop all suspicions of you. You were just such a sweetheart how could they not instantly love you and feel the need to protect you. You had started helping a few of the maids that first morning after you were named princess. You didn’t want to be a freeloader, so you worked hard to earn your keep and soon, the maids were fighting over who would get to work with you cause all of then just loved and adored you so much.
You got annoyed with Hideyoshi when he first found you helping the maids, as he was 100% started micromanaging you. You lost you cool and raised your voice at him, TBH Hideyoshi didn’t think anything of it, but it wasn’t until you had pitched up at his manor an hour later to apologize for being so rude to him that he realized what a sweet and sensitive person you truly were. Of course from that moment onward you had gained yourself a big doting brother.
All the Oda forces agreed that you were too sweet and naïve for your own good, so Mitsuhude was assigned to give you princess lesson to prepare you for your new life as Oda princess. You were super excited when Mitsuhide had told you that he was going to teach you a variety topics such as economics, politics, history and self-defence. You even managed to impress the sneki boy, by getting all the questions correct on the first test he had handed you. You had found that first test incredibly easy as you were a bit of a history buff, and all the questions had been based on Nobunaga’s history. This low key shook the sliver kitsune a little bit, as this proved that not only were you pure and naive but you were also super smart. You kind of reminded him a little bit of Mitsunari, a cleaver professor with their head in the clouds.
Mitushide praised you for your ability to pick up on concepts quickly and work diligently as a student, “I dare say little one, you are the best student a teacher could ask for.” You spend masses amount of time with sneki boi, and through that time you realized just how sweet Mitsuhide truly was, although he was a massive tease leaving you a blushy mess almost every day after lessons with his teasing comments. And naturally, the more time Mitsuhide had spent with you, the more in love he fell. It was also noted by the fellow warlords that, Mitsuhide always wore a soft gentle expression when it came to you, and in your experience he had been a kind gentle patient teacher. SO naturally you found yourself more and more drawn to this mysterious man.
Through all the time spent with the kitsune, you found yourself opening up more and more. He was one of the few people that got to see your playful side. You now would make the puniest, corniest jokes he has ever heard, leaving this kitsune in a fit of laughter mid-way through a lecture. Not only that, but he loved loved loved your competitiveness side.
This side of you slowly started to surface after the 3rd or 4th self-defence lesson when you started challenging the kitsune to rematches whenever he would pin you down, ultimately beating you in your little makeshift sword fight. Boy oh boy, don’t even get me started on the shooting lessons, once you were able to fire the rifle, you were straight-up challenging this boy, the best marksmen around to a shoot-off. “Come on Mitsuhide, the first one to get 100 bulls-eyes in a row wins, and the loser has to buy tea.” Needless to say, you always lost and even though every day you would make that exact bet, Mitsuhide would always insist on sticking you for tea and lunch as reward for being such a good student.
He really enjoyed spending time with you and would absolutely insist on holding your hands whenever the two of you were on your way to the tea house together after your lessons. “I can’t have my clumsy little mouse tripping and falling now can I.” Every day without fail, he would say that to you as he wraps his big hand around your small one, while leading you to your favourite tea house.
The two of you would talk about everything and anything over tea, these topics ranged from you making stupid jokes, to talking about random topics such as philosophy and psychology. Either way, Mitsuhide loved to spend time with you. He would always listen to and hang on to every word you said, storing every word in his memory.
You were his precious little mouse, and he knew you were an extremely sensitive creature. If anyone dared say a single bad word to you or make you sad, they would face the wrath of this very protective kitsune. Like one time, one of the visiting daimyos had talked down to you for accidentally bumped into him. You were busy cleaning the windows when you accidentally lost your balance and bumped into him. He was so disgusted that a mere maid had touched him. He started yelling at you and insulting you, this escalated to such a point that he even had his hand raised ready to hit you for getting dirty window water on his shoes. That’s when sneki boi decided to intervene. Mitsuhide legit stood protectively in front of you with his rifle pointed at the man’s heart, with the full intention to shoot. “Golly me it appears like you are quite the troublesome little mouse, my dear.” He then turned his sharp gaze towards the daimyo “I do suggest you apologize to the Oda princess, lest you want to answer for your crimes directly to Nobunaga.” The man simply scoffed and walked away. Mitsuhide then turned to you and enveloped you in a warm hug while kissing the top of your head, “Are you alright, my dear little mouse?” Mitsuhide looked into your beautiful eyes and gently took your hands in his, “Come little one, I have something I wish to show you.”
The two of you walked hand in hand to Mitsuhide’s manor, Mitsuhide led you out into his garden, where you saw something so beautiful you could cry. The garden was filled with flowers and candles and in the centre was a table set up, with a feast laid out op top of it.
Mitsihide had told you that night that he was hopelessly in love with you. He was overjoyed when he had discovered that you like him, was also a hopeless romantic and that you had an incredibly poetic, romantic way with words. You handed him a letter in which you had expressed your feelings for him in the form of a beautifully written poem. You were actually intending to leave the poem on his desk as a way of confessing your feelings. This instantly melted sneki bois heart into a giant puddle and he couldn’t help but pull you in for a sweet kiss.
After diner Mitsuhide had led you deeper into the garden where a fluffy blankie was sprawled out on the grass, he guided you to sit down and the motioned for you to lookup. Above you, a thousand stares were shooting across the sky in a big meteor shower. Mitsuhide pulled you into his arms and kissed your cheeks as the two of you watched the sky. He always remembered every detail you had told him about yourself, so when you revealed that you loved the sky and the stars, he knew he had to incorporate this rare meteor shower in your date somehow.
This had sparked a new tradition between the two of you, to stargaze and spend the whole night in deep conversation. These nights were full of love and affection as Mitsuhide would pull you into his lap and just hold you there for hours and hours as the two of you talked and watched the sky
Of course sneki boi also had a bit of a spontaneous side, and would take you on exhilarating trips around Nobunaga’s territories. They were mostly missions but after you had nagged Nobunaga to give you permission to go along on the missions, you and Mitsuhide would finish the official work asap so that the two of you cuties had plenty of time to enjoy yourself in the new environment.
Mitsuhide loves everything about you from your slight messiness, to your love of learning new things. He also knows that his sweet little mouse sometimes needs some space and alone time and will be sure to give you as much alone time as you need to recharge. He knows that you will seek him out when you have had enough of your own company. He will always welcome you back with outstretched arms when you have had enough alone time, and shower you with endless amounts of affection.
Whenever you are feeling insecure or worrying about the future Mitsuhide is right there by your side, whispering words of affection and reassurance in your ears. He makes sure to remind you every day just how perfect you are and just how much he loves you.
Often you can be found in sneki boys lap with your head resting comfortably in the crook of his neck as he soothingly strokes your hair. Don’t be surprised if this sneaky kitsune drops a few kissed on your nose, cheeks or lips during these quiet and peaceful moments, just as a way to convey how much he loves and adores you.
Other potential matches……………..Masamune
I hope you enjoyed it dear and i hope you have the best day!
#ikesen matchup#matchups#match ups#matches#akechi mitsuhide#ikesen mitsuhide#ikemen sengoku mitsuhide#mitsuhide akechi#mitsuhide ma#submission
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mastermind; chapter 14
Early update again lol! I'm just so exciteddddd! Anyway, enjoy this suuuuper long chapter lovely people!!! :)
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The next day after our art history class (where we aced our quiz), Harry asks me a question that shakes me.
We were in the café like usual and there was a lull in the conversation as I finish my soup. Harry leans forward and bites his lip nervously.
"Aria," he says. I hum back in response. "You know my biggest secret, right?"
I pause and look up at him. I wasn't sure if he had a bigger secret but since he said this, I guess not.
"Your family? You don't talk about them much to other people."
"No. Not that. You're right, I don't, but Julia knows about my family. And Julia doesn't know... my biggest secret."
I frown. What was he—
"Oh," I say softly. "Is it, um, the thing you told me... about sometimes feeling like Julia isn't the one for you?"
Harry looks at me expressionless then nods. Suddenly feeling uncomfortable, I wonder why Harry would bring this up.
"So," he says suddenly, snapping out of his daze and leaning forward on his arms with a shit eating grin. "You know my biggest secret, what's your biggest secret?"
And that was what startled me. Just imagine the irony: the person who is the reason for my biggest secret, asking me what my biggest secret was.
I shake my head at him.
"Come on, Aria, please!" he begs.
"I can't," I say, feeling even more uncomfortable.
"Why?"
"I... I don't think you'd still want to be friends with me if you knew my biggest secret," I tell him honestly. That makes him even more curious but he can tell how much I don't like this conversation so he drops it.
"Okay."
I don't know why but this simple interaction bothered me. Harry was one of my closest friends and if Julia wasn't my best friend, he'd have the title. Over the past few months we'd gotten so close and we understand each other really well. If it wasn't him I was in love with, I would have trusted him completely by telling him my secret.
But I can't do anything that could compromise my friendship with him or Julia, and possibly their relationship.
"Aria?" Harry snaps me out of my thoughts.
"Yeah?"
"We have to go now, you're class starts soon," Harry says, packing his things up. Reluctantly, I pack up too. I really don't like my next class so I drag my feet the entire way there and whine.
"I think I'm just gonna go home," I tell Harry when we get to campus.
"What? No, you have class, let's go," he demands.
"Noooo, I don't want to. It's so boring and I could just go home and relax instead."
"Aria," Harry pins me with a serious look. "You're paying for an education, get the most out of it." I groan and rolls my eyes and start to complain again when he wraps a hand around my arm and pulls me with him. "Come on, I'll go with you."
"What?" I ask in confusion.
"I'll go with you to your class, that way you won't be bored 'cause I'm there, and you'll at least get your attendance marks."
I can't complain much with that so I follow Harry. He walks into the class with me and we sit at my usual spot. I pull out my laptop to get ready for note taking, while Harry takes his out to sort through his notes for his other classes and get organized. Both of us are type away silently next to each other while the professor talks, until I get distracted by the two girls sitting in the row in front of us, several seats down. They whisper amongst each other then one looks back to peek at Harry and then they look at each other and giggle.
I try not to pay them too much attention because 1. I already know Harry is taken, and 2. it's not by me. But my focus keeps shifting back to them.
"It's Louis the fifteenth," Harry mutters to me.
"Huh?" I glance at him.
He peeks over at my laptop screen and goes, "Louis the fifteenth, not sixteenth. Louis the sixteenth is a whole other mess in French history, don't think you're there just yet."
I correct the error in my notes and focus back on the lecture until I get bored again. When the professor starts showing us paintings from that time period, I open a new tab on my browser and search up a Sudoku game. A minute later, Harry snorts.
"You're hopeless," he chuckles lightly, shaking his head.
"It's educational, I'm learning something," I argue quietly. He shrugs a shoulder with a smirk.
When I start struggling in the game, he begins offering his help. We try to stay as quiet as possible to not draw attention to ourselves as he points to squares on my screen and tells me what numbers to put in. Unfortunately, we're not sneaky enough.
"You two in the back," the prof calls out. "What's all the talking about? Do you have an opinion you'd like to share with us?"
Harry and I stare at him blankly.
"Sorry, sir," I say quickly. "I was just trying to access the slides online but my Wi-Fi disconnected. My friend was just helping me get back—"
"Alright, alright, just pay attention," the old man who understands nothing about technology says. A guy behind us snorts because he can see we're clearly playing Sudoku and Harry and I bite our lips to not laugh.
The class ends soon and I leave happier than I was coming in. Harry and I head back to my place when we pass by a frozen yogurt shop.
"Hey, you want some frozen yogurt? I just remembered I have a gift card," I tell Harry. He agrees and we wait in the long line, chatting the whole time. We walk back to my house slowly because we knew as soon as we're inside we have to do work neither of us wanted that.
I unlock the apartment door and stumble in laughing at a story Harry was telling. We're taking our jackets off just as the door opens again and Julia walks in.
"Harry?" she asks.
"Hey, babe," Harry says to her, still smiling. Julia glances between us with a frown on her face, her frown only deepening when she notices the frozen yogurt cups in our hands. Harry leans in to hug her, but she stops him.
"Where were you?"
"I was with Aria," he explains. "Why, we didn't make any plans—right?"
"No, but my class ended a few hours ago and yours ends at noon today. I wanted to hang out but I couldn't find you anywhere!" she huffs, but doesn't raise her voice.
My gut wrenches and guilt washes over me.
"Oh, love, I'm so sorry. We don't usually hang out on Wednesdays... I went to the café with Aria like we always do, I would have invited you if—"
"Wait—what café? You guys go to a café together after your class?"
"Yeah! It's the really nice one called 'The Red Spoon', they have amazing food but the portions come huge so Aria and I go together so we can split it because there's so much we want to try..." Harry happily rambles on while I watch murder grow in Julia's eyes.
Fuck.
"Okay, but still," Julia interrupts him. "Where were you when she went to class? Because I checked the library and your usual study space and your house and you weren't there! Her class is at three and it's nearly five."
"I went to her lecture with her... She didn't want to go so I forced her to," Harry says sheepishly. "If—"
"And then you guys went and got frozen yogurt," Julia concludes.
"Jules, I'm sorry, I wouldn't have kept you waiting if I knew—"
"I texted you. Multiple times,' she deadpans. Harry frowns in confusion before pulling his phone out and sighing.
"Fuck, I'm so sorry. I didn't even check my phone," he rubs his face and looks at her apologetically.
"It's fine," Julia sighs, before glancing at me accusingly. Her glare makes my blood freeze and I gulp.
"Let's go now, you're fine with that right?' Harry offers. I whip to look at him, knowing he has a lot of work he wanted to get done based on everything he was organizing for himself during my class.
"Okay," Julia concedes. Harry grins and presses a kiss to her lips.
"Let me just use the restroom, really quickly, then we'll go," he says. She nods as he turns to head to the bathroom without glancing at me.
Once we hear the door close and lock click, Julia sets her gaze on me.
"When were you going to tell me you're hanging out with my boyfriend?" she hisses.
"W-what do you mean?" I stutter. "Harry and I hang out... you know that."
"I wasn't aware you two went on lunch dates together every week. I mean just yesterday I found out you have a class together and today I find out you spend time together and share meals. Not only that but he accompanies you to your classes as well. It's like you're glued to him!"
"Julia, no—" my throat closes up and fear washes over me. "It's not like that!"
"It is like that!" Julia hisses back. "I understood you and Harry hanging out more a few months ago, in fact I encouraged it! I thought this would be good for all three of us if you two got along but now you're just hogging him!"
"I'm not hogging! He came with me to my class, and I-I didn't—"
"I'm not sure I appreciate this friendship you two have together," she whispers firmly.
"What are you saying?" I ask in fear. Before she can respond, the door opens again and Harry steps out. Julia straightens up and I turn my back to them so Harry can't see my face.
"Ready?" Harry says to Julia. She grins and nods. "Okay, let's go."
They said their goodbyes to me and I lock the door behind them, resting my hand on the wall and dropping my head over it.
I'm fucked.
I did some work while anxiously waiting for Julia to return home. When she did, she silently opened the door. I glance up from the chair in the living room to see her hook her keys and wordlessly take her shoes and jacket off.
"Hey..." I say nervously. She straightens up.
"Hey."
"So what did you guys do?"
"Nothing. Just went for a movie and then got some dinner... Sucked his dick in the car."
My stomach coils but I don't let anything show on my face because I know she's watching me closely.
"Oh..." I'm unsure of how to respond. "Nice..."
"Why are you hanging around Harry all the time?" she asks bluntly.
"What—" I choke up again.
"Don't think I haven't noticed. I may seem dumb sometimes but I'm not stupid Aria. I see how well you two get along and I see the inside jokes you share between yourselves. Why are you doing this?"
"Julia, I don't understand what you're—"
"Is it because you want a boyfriend? You want one so bad that you won't bother finding your own, you just try to steal mine?"
"Okay, what?" I yell, standing up. "Where the fuck is this coming from?!"
"Shelley said—"
"Oh," I laugh. "Shelley said this? And you fucking believe her? You know she hates my guts, she'll say anything to turn you against me!"
"But it makes sense! You've never had a boyfriend before, you've never been any sort of relationship, so you try to take what's easy: my boyfriend," she quips condescendingly.
I stare at her, absolutely appalled. "I can't believe you."
"Why?"
"You... God, you're so fucking infuriating!" I scream. "I've never been in a relationship before? Ever wonder why that is?!" She blinks back at my sudden outburst. "Because I'm too busy working to keep yours together! I don't have time for myself! I just go to my classes, do my homework, work on your relationship, and go to work! While you get to spend daddy's money and then cuddle up to your boyfriend when you get tired from shopping!"
I feel bad as soon as the words leave my mouth, but I don't regret them.
"So that's how you really feel, huh?" she mutters.
"Yes. I mean, no! I don't care if you spend your dad's money, I don't care about anything you do! I just see it as unfair because sometimes I'm putting more work into your relationship than you are."
"So, what? You want Harry for half the time?"
What?
"What the fuck? You're getting this completely wrong!"
"Do you want to cuddle up to Harry?"
I can feel my face burning. From embarrassment or from how ashamed I am of how true her statement is. But I mask it as anger.
"You're not listening to me!" I scream. "He's your boyfriend! How is he going to feel when he finds out that all those things you do and say for him that he loves came from me!"
"Don't you fucking dare tell him."
I turn around and exhale loudly. I want to throw something so badly. How can she be a genius and be so fucking stupid?
"I'm done, I'm not doing this anymore," I mutter, gathering my work and walking back to my room. "Since I'm such a bitch who's apparently trying to steal your boyfriend, you go figure out how you'll handle your relationship yourself."
"Wait, Aria—"
"No, Julia. It's about time you understand how much work goes into keeping a relationship. Maybe when you do, you'll realize how stupid you just sounded."
---
Julia and I don't talk to each for the next few days, unless it's absolutely necessary. I won't talk to her until she apologizes to me, and she won't talk to me because she has too much pride to be the first to say anything.
Harry isn't around enough to notice. With his birthday coming up, he's in contact with his father a lot to prepare. Mr. Styles was working hard to fix his relationship with his son, and apparently turning twenty-one was a bigger deal to them then it is for most people. He insisted on throwing a lavish party in a huge mansion where he was going to invite some of his buddies he hadn't seen in a long time and give Harry plenty opportunities to make connections. After ten o'clock, him and his guests will leave and Harry's friends will arrive so we can have a real party amongst ourselves.
My gift for Harry was already prepared and packaged. Before our fight, I got Julia a mug with the Power Rangers name on it in respective colours, because Harry said he used to secretly love the Power Rangers when he was younger. But I didn't want to be petty and take it back to hide, even though I refused to help her with her relationship anymore.
She came back home on the day of the party from the mall with a few bags in her hand so I assume she added to his gift.
"What, um, what are you wearing?" she asks me, peeking into my room.
"I bought a dress yesterday."
"Oh, nice, can I see it?"
I glare at her and she sighs heavily, "I'm sorry Aria, okay? The things I said were awful and I feel terrible. I know you've done a lot for me and I shouldn't have yelled at you. Please forgive me."
I watch her pleading face closely before nodding and smiling softly. "I forgive you."
I don't bother telling her how I really felt—like what she accused me of was completely unfair because I was in love with Harry and that made it harder for me to watch their relationship blossom.
That's just something that would create unnecessary drama and I didn't need that right now. Besides, I wanted my best friend back.
A few hours later I was in my underwear with my hair perfectly styled and makeup applied. I scramble to find my heels then slip into them after putting my dress on. It was a black, floor length dress with a halter top.
I step out of the room at the same time Julia does in her elegant, deep red, off the shoulder dress. We exchange excited looks and grab our last minute things before meeting Liam downstairs. He offered to drive us there and back so we can drink as we please.
The house he drops us off in front of is huge. It's quite literally a mansion and I have no idea how much it would have cost Mr. Styles to rent it. Liam helps Julia out of the car while I get out on my own, looking around in awe. It's quite early in the evening, the sun just setting. Everyone around us is old. Most are old men with beautiful young women attached to their arms. I gawk at a few of the ladies wondering how it's possibly to look so hot and walk so gracefully.
Feeling utterly shy in this sea of the rich and elite, I follow Julia inside, not moving an inch away from her until one of her father's business partners and close family friend spots her. She smiles widely and scurries to talk to him and his kind-looking wife, while I'm left on my own.
I look around the hall I'm in. It literally looks straight out of a movie. Everyone is dressed extravagantly, there's servers in uniforms handing out Champaign flutes and some coming around with hors d'oeuvres. A string quartet plays mellow music in the background. I hold my clutch tightly in my hand and look around. Fuck, not only did Harry's family look rich but they looked powerful. With all the people here just for his birthday. I was positive Harry didn't know nor care about more than half of these people, so I assumed most were here because of Mr. Styles. And he probably encouraged a lot of people to come to make it an even bigger event for Harry.
I don't want to look stupid, so I start walking around aimlessly, hoping Julia finds me soon and tells me what the hell I'm supposed to do here until ten o'clock when the rest of my friends come. I say sorry, nearly bumping into an old couple. The lady alone looked like she was wearing my entire college tuition.
"Oh, sorry," I apologize again to another woman I bump into near the grand staircase. She had blonde hair and twinkling blue eyes.
"Don't worry, hun, are you a friend of Harry's?" she asks with an Australian accent, smiling at me. Surprised that one of these people actually want to talk to me, I gape at her.
"Uh, yeah, you know him?" I stammer before slapping a palm to my forehead. Of course she knows Harry, this is his birthday party.
The woman laughs.
"Yeah, I'm actually engaged to marry his father. My name is Elizabeth," she stretches her hand out.
"Oh! I know you! He's told me about you," I say shaking her hand. Her eyebrow dips in confusion.
"He did? Oh and sorry, I didn't catch your name."
"Oh I'm so sorry," I flush realizing I completely forgot my manners. "My name is Aria."
Her face lights up. "Aria, huh? I know you, too! Harry's told us quite a lot about you."
"Really?" I ask in shock. Before I can ask her exactly what Harry said about me, a man walks up behind Elizabeth and puts a hand on her waist.
"Hello, love," he says to her, kissing her temple. His facial structure and those unmistakable green eyes give away his identity immediately. This was Harry's father. I start sweating and wondering why I was meeting Harry's family without Harry himself around.
"You'll never guess who I just met," Elizabeth says to Mr. Styles, her laugh sounding like a song. Mr. Styles pins me under his gaze, as if trying to figure out who I am. "This is Harry's friend, Aria."
His eyebrows shoot up.
"Aria, the artist?" he asks me, joyfully. I blink and gulp.
"Um, yes, sir, that would be me," I croak. I stick my hand out, not sure if I'm meant to shake his hand. He does, and laughs.
"About time we meet. Harry's been going on about you non-stop."
The fact that Harry speaks to his father and Elizabeth so much more than I thought almost surprises me as much as him talking about me.
"Has he, now?" I say tightly, still smiling.
"Oh, don't worry, it's all good things. Says you got him interested in art and art history," Mr. Styles shares.
"Right, yes. We do have our art history lecture together," I tell him.
"Are you keeping him in line, is he being a good student?" he inquires with his eyes narrowed. His face looks serious but his stance shows that he's joking about being strict.
"Believe it or not, it's actually him that's preventing me from slacking," I chuckle. They laugh and I start to feel at ease.
Elizabeth and Mr. Styles are a very easy-going and relaxed couple. I'm enjoying talking to them and listening to their anecdotes, when hisses and grumbling sound from above me. I tilt my head and look up to see Harry walking down the stairs, slapping away a pair of touchy hands that belong to a beautiful brunette.
"You look ridiculous, Harry! Button it up," she hisses at him.
"Leave me alone, Gem, it's my birthday I can do whatever I want," he retorts angrily before turning his head and meeting my gaze. His eyes widen and sweep me up and down before flicking behind me to his father and Elizabeth. He gulps and then smiles widely, jogging down quickly.
I struggle to regulate my breathing as he pins me with a stare. He's in a simple black suit and black dress shirt that's unbuttoned halfway like usual. His hair is swept back elegantly, with a few curls hanging down.
"Aria," he greets, wrapping his arm around my waist and pulling me forward to kiss my temple. "Thanks for coming," he grins and I feel lightheaded from how amazing his cologne smells. I'm shaken at how affectionate and touchy he's being. His hand lingers a touch longer than appropriate on my waist before he slides it away.
"Oh, um, no problem. Happy birthday," I tell him. He smirks.
"Thanks, you look absolutely beautiful," he boasts. My face burns, actually my entire body feels hot as I'm aware of Harry, his father, Elizabeth and his sister watching me get flustered with small smiles on their faces.
"You look good, too," I squeak. This makes them all laugh and I feel even more embarrassed. Harry chuckles and wraps his arm around my shoulder, rubbing it comfortingly. For a few seconds I can pretend like we're together and this is me formally meeting his family. He feels so good pressed next to me. We look so good. Everything is so good.
Harry drops his arm after a minute, awkwardly tucking it into his pants and I'm properly introduced to his sister. His father drags Harry away to meet some of his colleagues while I'm left with Gemma and Elizabeth.
We chat amongst ourselves a bit and I'm very relieved to learn neither of them are snobbish or condescending. They're very polite and inclusive in their conversation, Gemma being particularly funny. I don't notice a presence behind me until Elizabeth looks over my shoulder and her eyes light up again.
I look back to see Julia walking towards me with a smile. "I'm so sorry I left you, Aria, I didn't mean to—"
"Hey, it's okay! Don't worry about it," I assure her. She smiles in relief before greeting Elizabeth.
"Hey, it's so nice to see you, again!"
"You as well," Elizabeth responds. "Oh, um, this is Gemma, by the way. I don't believe you two met." Julia and Gemma shake hands and say a polite hello to each other. Gemma sends a questioning glance to Elizabeth. "Julia is Harry's girlfriend," she supplies.
Shock fills Gemma's face. "Oh! I thought—um," she looks at me slightly surprised with her finger about to point at me before she drops it and settles for smiling widely at Julia. I clear my throat and look down, but sneak a peek at Julia's face.
She noticed.
Elizabeth smoothly changes the subject and we all talk about something else. Julia chats with Gemma while Elizabeth and I make awkward eye contact, the tension still palpable. She gives me a small smile and blinks with both her eyes to assure me everything okay and I feel grateful for this woman. Still, I decide to remove myself from the conversation so Julia can get to know Gemma without feeling threatened by me or something.
"I see the refreshments table, I think I'm gonna go check it out," I announce. Julia beams at me in relief and nods, encouraging me to go before turning back to Gemma. I try not let my hurt show on my face as the only person I know here other than the birthday boy himself, is casting me away.
I walk over to the refreshments table, taking in the various treats. There's a lot of fancy food that I don't understand and in fear of eating something I won't like, I go with the safest option. It looks like some type of mini tart filled with tomato and what looks like mushroom. I reach out for it when a voice whispers behind me.
"I wouldn't eat that," Harry startles me. I jump nearly a foot in the air and clutch a hand to my heart as he laughs. "See that black thing in there? That's snail."
I pucker my face in disgust and turn away from it. Harry puts a gentle hand on my elbow and leads me away from the snail. He picks up various hors d'oeuvres and hands me one of each to try. We snack on the fancy food, that I must admit is really good. He shoves a puff pastry pesto chicken bite in my mouth before grabbing my hand and leading me down the table to the desserts. We basically ate an entire meal of just "bites".
Harry picks up one of the mini tarts that's decorated beautifully and brings up to my mouth. I take a small bite, but don't like the almond flavor so I shake my head at him. Harry shrugs and sticks his tongue out to shove it in his mouth before the cream drips.
"Thank God you guys came early," Harry says, grabbing a pink macaron. "I would have been so bored with all these old people."
Just as I open my mouth to respond, a loud boisterous laugh sounds behind us.
"Harry, my boy! There he is!"
Harry and I turn around to face yet another old man with a leggy woman at his side. Harry smiles at the man and swallows his macaron.
"Mr. Fields, how are you?" he asks politely, shaking his hand.
"It's Geoffrey to you now! You're a grown man!" Harry laughs politely in response. "Haven't seen you since before your mum—well..." he drifts off and Harry smiles awkwardly.
Scared shitless, I step forward and discreetly clutch his fingers between my own. Rubbing my thumb over his knuckles. He squeezes my fingers back.
"And who's this?" the man turns his beady eyes to me, his thick moustache crinkles as he smiles.
My eyes widen but thankfully another man appears. This one looks younger than Mr. Fields, about in his late thirties, and like he's more considerate.
"Harry, how are you, son? Hope ol' Geoff isn't bothering you too much," the man says. The two men banter back and forth while Harry smiles politely. Apparently the other man's name is Jordan.
The leggy blonde attached to Mr. Fields whispers something in his ear, and he politely excuses himself before they go, leaving us alone with this Jordan guy.
"Well, who's this?" he asks Harry excitedly, nodding at me. I tense up again.
"Oh, uh, this is my friend, Aria Collins," Harry replies. Our fingers slip from each other's before Jordan makes any assumptions. "She's a classmate of mine at university."
Jordan nods appreciatively before discussing profs and classes with Harry. Apparently him and many other successful business men graduated from our business program. He recalls his uni days while I blend in the background. I debate excusing myself to leave them alone, taking a careful step away from Harry but his hand reaches out and wraps itself around my wrist. The action is very subtle and he doesn't look away from Jordan at all. I stay rooted in my spot beside Harry.
"Wonderful, wonderful," he praises Harry, after discussing his classes and how well he's doing. "And how about yourself?" he looks at me. "Do you study business as well?"
I freeze, thinking maybe Harry will answer for me, but Harry just looks at me with a smile on his face.
"Um, no, I'm in the Fine Arts program," I tell him.
"Wow!"
"Aria is a really talented artist," Harry supplies. My face turns red and I whip my head to look at him. He ignores the stares I send him, "She'll tell you she's not that good, but her work is really amazing. And she's very knowledgeable in her field."
"Really?" Jordan grins at me. "I don't know many artists, this is quite refreshing."
Feeling a little better about myself, I give him a small smile.
"So do you paint... or..." Jordan waves his hands.
"She can so much more than painting. She can do things I never knew could be done," Harry sneaks in, smirking. I nudge him and chuckle.
"I like to use various media, yes. I can paint, however I prefer watercoloring. And, um, lately, I've been interested in calligraphy and sculptures," I share. Jordan hangs to every word I say.
I quickly learn that Jordan knows about as much about art as Harry did when we started talking. So I fill him on definitions and techniques that I know. I throw in my opinion here and there, not even noticing that I pulled my hand away from Harry's.
Jordan is a very nice man and good listener. He isn't afraid to admit when he doesn't know what something means, which is very refreshing after being used to talking to people who want to seem like they know everything. Harry's father comes to join the conversation for a few minutes before whisking him away again.
I bite my lip nervously as Harry gives me an apologetic look. Not sure what to do now, I wring my hands together when Jordan speaks up again.
"Sorry, can you tell me more about this DIY movement?" he asks.
I happily dive back into conversation and tell him about hacking and do-it-yourself art.
Jordan and I chat until Mr. Styles announces its time for the birthday ceremony. He stands with Harry at a table in the front that has a giant four-tier cake and the rest of their family. I spot Julia close-by beside them. All of the guests including me watch as Gemma laughs and snaps a birthday party hat on Harry's head. Harry glares at her playfully and laughs too, not taking it off. The string quartet start playing the opening of "Happy Birthday" while the whole rooms sing it for Harry.
Harry is grinning wide and looking between his father, sister and all the people here for him. I'm so happy for him, I actually start tearing up.
"Make a wish, make a wish!" I can hear Gemma yelling. Harry closes his eyes to make his wish, before blowing all his candles out.
Elizabeth expertly pops a champagne bottle as Mr. Styles laughs. He ruffles the back of Harry's hair then pulls him in for a hug and presses a kiss to his head. My heart swells to see the affection between father and son and I just know Harry is getting emotional and happy too. He's too far for me to see, but he pulls away from his dad and smiles at him genuinely before turning to hug Gemma too (who pretends like she doesn't want him too, but "reluctantly" returns the embrace). There's another man beside Gemma that he hugs too. I didn't meet him but judging by how close he stands to Gemma, it's probably her fiancée.
Harry turns back over to his father's side and stretches his arms out to hug Elizabeth, too. She seems surprised but allows herself to be pulled in. Mr. Styles' smile matches my own as we gaze at Harry proudly.
I excuse myself and say my goodbye to Jordan before walking to Julia to stand next to her.
"That was amazing, wasn't it?" I say to her. She looks at me in surprise and smiles.
"Yeah, it was cute."
"I'm proud of him," I admit to her.
"Why? He just turned twenty-one," she chuckles. I glance at her in confusion before realizing that she doesn't understand Harry's family situation. I figured she would when she went to that dinner, but I guess not.
The cake gets cut and a few servers pass around slices to each guest. Julia and I devour ours in second, gushing about how delicious it is. Harry's father's guests start leaving at ten, as promised, but they don't all filter out fully until it's eleven. I saw some staff members carrying wrapped presents to back room (which Harry sneaked off to for a bit).
Julia and I can't help but talk about pretty outfits we've seen. She was telling me about some designer brand dress she saw a woman wearing when I spot Harry coming towards us.
"My family is leaving now, they just wanted to say bye," he tells us. I stay back while Julia goes ahead, not wanting to impose but Harry shakes his head at me and pulls my arm. "You, too!"
Julia is just finishing up saying her goodbyes when I arrive. I end up talking a little more with Elizabeth and Gemma (and meeting Gemma's fiancée, Michal).
"We need to see you again, and next time I want to see some of your art," Mr, Styles tells me. I laugh nervously while the others chuckle.
"Sure, but I'm going to admit they're not that great..." I reply. Instantly, Harry loudly yells, "Nonsense!" and we all laugh again.
They get into their respective cars and drive away. I follow Julia and Harry back inside. We go to the drinks table to get some alcohol before the real party starts. Julia loops her arm through Harry's as he leads us downstairs to a different room. It's darker here with party lights on. The music turns up as we scope the place. Already there are some of Harry's friends in there. Harry goes up to them and they gush about the extravagance of this place. I find the drinks table in this room and down another one.
Niall, Louis and Eleanor arrive with Zayn. Harry greats them enthusiastically, he narrows his eyes at Zayn but then laughs and pulls him in for a hug too. He's definitely had a lot to drink if he's being friendly with Zayn. I make eye contact with Zayn and widen my eyes at him in surprise, he shrugs back confused before making his way over.
"Shelley!" Julia screams in excitement beside me. I whip my head around to see Shelley and her girls coming towards us. She hugs Julia tightly. I can see they've gotten much closer than I remember them being. "Oh, bitch, is this that Viktor & Rolf perfume you were talking about?!" she exclaims, leaning in to sniff it again.
"Yes, oh my God, I'm obsessed with it!" Shelley shrieks. I roll my eyes and her gaze lands on me. "Oh, hey, Aria."
"Hey," I smile sweetly, inwardly cringing. She stretches her arms out and I go forward to hug her as well. I nearly choke at the crazy amount of perfume she put on, the overly rosy scent almost killing me. "Wow," I cough. "That is a really strong perfume."
"Do you want some? I have it with me," she offers.
"No, thank you," I pull back and go to stand next to Zayn who is shamelessly eyeing Shelley. I sigh and decide to introduce them. Just because I hate her doesn't mean Zayn should too. "Shelley, have you met my friend Zayn? Zayn, this is Shelley."
Shelley gazes at him hungrily. I turn to Julia who is deep in conversation with the other two girls. Deciding to go somewhere else before I become allergic to Shelley's Viktor & Rolf perfume, I head to the bar.
The bartender winks at me and holds his finger up before I can order.
"I think I know something you would like," he says in a deep voice. Smiling, I let him make a drink for me. He makes a mix of a bunch of drinks in a way I've never seen before. Adding fruity flavours before serving me a pink drink in a sangria cup. I take a sip of it, instantly loving it.
"Damn, you're good!" I say to him. He smirks and nods humbly. This drink it too good. Feeling a little woozy from the drink, I decide to tip him by kissing the bill so it has my lipstick on it before handing it to him. He chuckles and pockets it with a thank you.
I venture into the crowd, happy with a delicious drink and bump into Niall.
"Niall, that bartender is so good," I say to him. "He made a drink that's exactly what I like without me even saying anything!"
I drag Niall along with me and force him to get a drink. The bartender is just as flirty with him as he was with me, making Niall blush a little. He hands Niall a teal drink that he loves and we drunkenly try to find Louis to convince him to go too.
"Louis, Louis!" I call out to the brunette, before noticing my Irish companion is no longer with me. "Niall!" I look around for, spinning in a complete circle before bumping into Harry. "Harry!"
"You said a lot of names," Harry notes. I gulp and begin telling him about the bartender, urging him to come get a drink too.
"Wait!" I shout suddenly. "Let's do some shots!"
I pull Harry's arm and drag him towards the bar. "Niall!" I shout, finding him again. "Shots!" Niall nods and tries to coax Louis and Eleanor into joining us but they refuse.
When the three of us get to the bar, we find Julia, Shelley and Zayn there already.
"Jules! Ready for some shots?"
She grins excitedly before turning to Shelley who puckers her face and shakes her head in disgust. Julia's grin fades but Harry is quick to cheer her up.
"Yeah, let's do shots, baby! I want to do shots!" This is enough to convince Julia. I go to line up in front of the bar when someone tugs me towards a table that already has shot cups set up. The four of us crowd around the table and I don't notice people cheering us on. The birthday boy is with us so they all gather around to watch.
Someone counts us down and we start taking our shots. Julia is the first to tap out after a few. Harry holds out for a while he stops next (disappointing a lot of people). This leaves just Niall and I. I don't know how much I've taken but I see the speed in which Niall is downing his shots and know I can't keep up.
I slam my cup down and shake my head, backing away from the table. Niall cheers and gets hailed like a king while I stumble back to the bar. The cute bartender hands me a large cup of water. I know I'll need this so I drink a bit of it, but he forces me to take more. I drink more than half, before walking away on wobbly legs.
"Where's the b-bathroom, please," I ask one of the staff members dressed in a uniform. He points towards the bathrooms and I go that way.
"Aria?" Harry asks as he stumbles out of the men's room. "Are you okay?"
I trip over my feet and fall but he catches me in his arms. I grin up at his adorable, concerned face.
"You're cute," I say booping his nose. Harry's eyes widen and I giggle. "I-I need to use the bathroom..." I struggle to stand straight with his arms still around me and he helps me, unsteadily guiding me to the bathroom door. "Wait!" I shout, startling him.
"W-what is it?" he rasps.
"You can't go in here... it's the ladies room..."
"Oh, right," he looks around for a solution before saying, "I can just wait here."
"You don't have to wait," I slur. "S'okay. I'll be fine."
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah, go have fun with Julia..."
Harry looks at me unsurely before nodding. I step into the bathroom and come face to face with Shelley of all people. She reapplies her lipstick before looking at me.
"What are you looking at?" she scoffs.
"You...?"
"Well, stop."
"You know if you're gonna be rude to me I can un-set you up with Zayn."
Shelley looks at me in annoyance but doesn't say anything.
I push my way into a stall and lock the door to relieve myself. My bladder is extremely full. I think I won't be drinking anymore today.
After I leave and wash my hands, I hurry out of the bathroom before Shelley's perfume takes me out like mustard gas. Harry is no longer outside, not that I expected him to be. I expect him to be back at the party with Julia.
Feeling way better than I did a few minutes ago, I'm able to at least walk properly back to the party. I dance with some girls I recognize who invite me into their group. They seem nice and I'm happy we're all drunk enough to have the courage to do this. Maybe when we're sober we'll all remember this and hang out.
Niall comes up and introduces me to a girl he just met, I chat with her and she seems really cool so I discreetly slip in completely fake facts about Niall to get her interested in him. About ten minutes later she isn't paying attention to me because she's making heart eyes at Niall so much. I leave them be and happily wander around.
Louis and Eleanor are by the dessert table, sharing a snack. I watch Louis tease Eleanor as she sits in his lap, giggling. I frown at the cute couple and continue on. Zayn has his lips locked with Shelley as they dance together. This makes my frown deepen. Determined to get away from all my friends because they all have better love lives then me, I go deeper into the crowd to dance. Except, my eyes land on Julia as she grinds back on Harry before straightening up and looking at him strangely. I look up and see his gaze is focused on me. Feeling nervous, I turn away and move before Julia notices.
He'll never be mine.
Going straight to the bar, I order another one of the pink drinks the bartender made me. I thank him again for it and take a sip as I exit the party room. Shakily, I make my way up the stairs. The bright light hurts my eyes, its weird knowing I was here just a couple hours ago. I look around the giant hall all the guests were in when Harry cut his cake.
I mumble and step around the crew cleaning the area up to head up the other set of stairs on the other side of the room. The steps are covered in a red carpet, prevent me from slipping. I make it up the stairs and check out this new floor. Everything from the doors to the furniture is fancy in here. I see a door at the end and push into the room. It's a huge bedroom. Nothing in it to suggest someone lives there but there is a bed. I walk over and sit on the edge of the bed. The moonlight filters in from the open window, illuminating the room in a soft glow. The curtains billow as I fall back on the bed and let my eyes close.
I fall into a dreamless sleep before stirring awake at the sound of noise. Someone opens the door loudly and stumbles in. I lay paralyzed in fear until I heard the intruder speak.
"Aria."
"Harry?" I question sitting up. "What are you doing here? How did you find me?"
"N-needed some timmme away from... the-the party," Harry mumbles. He looks like he's had a lot more to drink. I stand up and take in his disheveled appearance.
"Jesus, how much did you drink after I left?" he didn't seem this drunk before. I help Harry stand straight under the moonlight so I can see his face. His cheeks are tinted pink and I hold his face to keep him still so I can look at him. His pupils are extremely dilated. "Are you alright?"
"Mmmhmm," he hums. "Better now," he rasps, his eyes raking my face.
"What happened?"
"N-nothing... It just got... t-too loud and I wanted to be alone a little. Came up here and saw... you."
"Oh," I whisper in response. I pull my hands off his face slowly when he closes his eyes but his hands immediately reach up to grasp mine. His fingers splay over my smaller hands and hold them on his face. My heart beats a mile minute as I take in our closer distance. Harry steps even closer, so our chests touch.
"Thank you for your present," he says lowly. "I loved it, it was perfect," he smiles with his eyes closed.
My mind struggles to think of what he's talking about because he's so close to me.
"Oh," I say suddenly, remembering my gift.
The first time he ever saw me cry when he barged into my room, I tore up my ballerina cardboard model. I remember him trying to put the pieces back together to fix it, which made me love him more. Reminiscent of that, I built a nicer deer head one, a homage to the deer sculpture he helped me build. Hopefully he understands the implication and memory that go with it.
I framed my three calligraphy prints that I dropped that one time I bumped into him and Niall, too. 'No legacy is so rich as honesty', 'If music be the food of love, then play on' and 'You have witchcraft in your lips'. He had asked me if he could keep the last one, I said no and hurriedly grabbed it to go hand them in. But since I don't need them anymore, I framed all three for him. Along with a lengthy card explaining how grateful I am that we're friends and apologizing for trying so hard to push him away those first two years (and thanking him for giving me a chance, regardless).
My gift box was huge anyway (Liam said he didn't mind carrying it inside, but I can tell he was wondering what was in it), so I put in a small jar of my brownies as well.
"Um, you're welcome, I'm glad you liked them," I whisper, gulping.
"And thank you for the Power Rangers mug, it's cute," he chuckles. I frown.
"Oh, no, uh that was part of Julia's gift," I explain.
"Julia doesn't know I used to love the Power Rangers. I never told her," he says. My blood freezes. Oh shit. I didn't know that.
"M-maybe she did? You know she's really intuitive sometimes," I make up.
Harry chuckles again. "If she was that intuitive she wouldn't have gotten me socks for my twenty-first birthday."
I inwardly groan. What the fuck was she thinking?
Harry sucks in his bottom lip and opens his eyes, looking directly at me.
"You know... sometimes..." He releases his bottom lip, much pinker than it was before, and I find I can't look away from it. Harry's hands slide off mine to cup my face. Our foreheads touch and there isn't a single thought in my head that isn't Harry, Harry, Harry.
His touch, his scent, his pink lips, his hooded eyes... it's all so intoxicating and I want to get drunk off of it.
"Sometimes... what?" I drawl out slowly. My mind is all foggy and I feel lightheaded from his proximity.
"Sometimes I wonder..." Harry continues quietly, leaning in impossibly closer. "... what if it was you?" he asks in a small voice.
I conceal a small cry, "What?"
"Sometimes I wish it was you... not her..." his lips ghost over mine and I feel my body freeze up. He pulls away a little to look at me before pulling my face closer to his. He tilts his head as he leans in and I want to laugh and cry with how happy I am that this is finally happening again.
The next second is filled with deafening silence before everything goes wrong. For a quick second my eyes flit behind Harry to catch sight of a dark figure. My eyes widen but the person had already turned and left.
Before Harry's lips can touch mine, I push him away.
"Shit, Harry—we can't!" I say into my hands. A sob forces its way through me but as I try to collect myself. I secure my purse over my shoulder, sparing Harry one glance. He looks at the wall behind me, stunned. "I'm sorry," I don't know what I'm apologizing for exactly, but I quickly spit that out before heading for the door.
As I leave, a scent makes my blood run cold.
The distinct smell of a Viktor & Rolf perfume.
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Sooooooooo... what did we think? SLKFJSDLF
Some questions:
1. What did you think of Aria and Julia's fight?
2. What would you do if you were in Julia's position/how do you think you'd feel?
3. How do you think Harry/Aria is going to deal with the 'almost kiss'?
4. Should Aria tell Julia about it?
Thank you so much for reading and all your lovely comments <3
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Tagged by @childofdustandashes ily <333
Rules: answer these 85 questions and tag 20 people
@kailaurens @reguluz @kentclarks @lupins @linemie @stuckwith-harry @ronaldswheezy @arwenundomiel @znanyjany @cabin-girl @potterrj @theheirofillea @thisonestargazer
Last:
1. Drink: water
2. Phone call: my grandma
3. Text message: “ok”
4. Song you listened to: Billie Eilish - Fingers Crossed
5. Time you cried: five days ago (woah that was long ago lmao)
6. Dated someone twice?: never
7. Kissed someone and regretted it: I’ve never kissed anyone
8. Been cheated on: no
9. Lost someone special: my grandma’s second husband. i was only six at the time and it wasnt SUCH a big loss back then but i really miss him :’(
10. Been depressed: like literally ten minutes ago
11. Gotten drunk and thrown up: I don’t drink
Fave colours;
12. blue
13. light pink
14. white etc etc etc
In the last year have you…
15. Made new friends: no
16. Fallen out of love: no
17. Laughed until you cried: today during lithuanian lecture cause the teacher was looking at me and like provoking to laugh....so yeah couldnt hold back....i literally wiped my tears afterwards....and i always laugh during french (the teacher is super wonderful and she is so funny so it’s unavoidable)
18. Found out someone was talking about you: not so sure?
19. Met someone who changed you: only the person i met in 2016 (lmao not hard to guess who)
20. Found out who your friends are: not really.... :(
21. Kissed someone on your facebook friends list: haha lmao no
General;
22. How many of your facebook friends do you know irl: the majority
23. Do you have any pets: two cats
24. Do you want to change your name: when i was small i wanted my name to be emily (my sister’s name) and i really hated my name but now ive really grown to love it and i wouldnt trade it to anything (even if i hate how without my teaching non lithuanians would pronounce it)
25. What did you do for your last birthday: cried (and went on a guided city tour but on the exact birthday day went to dine with my family)
26. What time did you wake up today: 7 i think
27. What were you doing at midnight last night: sleeping
28. What is something you cant wait for: to meet egle on wednesday and talk to her (im begging for us to meet pls god)
30. What are you listening to right now: Billie Eilish - Bellyache
31. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: yes. my aunt’s husband is tom and our family’s ex friends family’s one member was tom (a year younger than me)
32. Something that’s getting on your nerves: when people shout
33. Most visited website: tumblr, instagram, youtube
34. Hair colour: dark blonde
35. Long or short hair: medium. reaches my chest
36. Do you have a crush on someone: platonic
37. What do you like about yourself: i like the two freckles behind my left eye (i dont have freckles, its just very tiny moles?? so theyre freckles), my talents, that i feel very strongly (not sth i should be proud of but i like it) but the most of all - my ability to get better and better
38. Want any piercings?: no
39. Blood type: i always forget it and need to ask my mom haha
40. Nicknames: Rad by a couple of users here, but i prefer my full name
41. Relationship status: single (thank god)
42. Zodiac: aries
43. Pronouns: she/her
44. Fave tv shows: dont have much time for that now but i guess anne with an e, a series of unfortunate events, skam, atla (these are literally the best but i watch more when i have time)
45. Tattoos: none
46. Right or left handed: left
47. Ever had surgery: apendicitis when i was 13
48. Piercings: none
49. Sport: skiing, tennis, swimming
50. Vacation: Scotland or Ireland, but literally anywhere i guess
51. Trainers: idek
More general;
52. Eating: i just ate three chocolate candies oops
53. Drinking: water or tea
(but normal tea, without milk)
54. I’m about to watch: olympics ice skating with my family
55. Waiting for: egle to understand what interesting person i am
56. Want: to become friends with egle (and call the informal you ffs)
57. Get married: someday
58. Career: i want to be a translator and a writer
Which is better;
59. Hugs or kisses: hugs
60. Lips or eye: eyes! im slut for looking person i love in the eyes for a long time but why do i look at egle’s lips (like i look at all her face and like the eyeliner but not the eye colour why am i like this)
61. Shorter or taller: shorter
62. Older or younger: idk
63. Nice arms or stomach: both (like id say stomach but i have really nice arms and id better keep them than stomach, but ive been exercising in order to be healthy and have a better stomach)
64. Hookup or relationship: relationship!
65. Troublemaker or hesitant: hesitant (cause thats what i am lol)
Have you ever;
66. Kissed a stranger: no
67. Drank hard liquor: i dont think so
68. Lost glasses: i never used them
69. Turned someone down: no
70. Sex on first date: no
71. Broken someones heart: I don’t know, but never on purpose
72. Had your heart broken: yes
(platonically)
73. Been arrested: no
74. Cried when someone died: yes
75. Fallen for a friend: no
Do you believe in;
76. Yourself: I try to
love myself and im getting better at this
77. Miracles: yes!
78. Love at first sight: yes, cause my parents were like this
79. Santa claus: I used to
, but i saw him so he exists just doesnt bring presents
80. Kiss on a first date: idek but i think thats just the movie scenario hahaha
81. Angels: i think so
Other;
82. Best friend’s name: i wish it was egle
83. Eye colour: blue
84. Fave movie: this question is too difficult
85. Fave actor: Emma Watson, Felicity Jones, Alicia Vikander etc etc
#ha i didnt proofread prepare to cringe#one ask meme done two to go#these will be tomorrow#im sorry if i forgot to tag someone#tagging is my least favourite part lmao
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What about the RFA and Unknown and V finding out that MC has a career in the arts (author, artist, actor or something like that?) @saeranlover
Lol it’s been like 5,000 years since I’ve done a request, here you go bbies
Yoosung:
It was always a lingering thought in Yoosung’s mind
The thought always came randomly, but sometimes he swore that he recognized your voice
Like the one time you yelled “Come at me!” at a friend who was teasing you and he just froze for a second to think about why it sounded familiar
It wasn’t until one day he was testing out a LOLOL character he’s never played before and she screamed out a line of dialogue before her attack
And suddenly he heard your voice behind him perfectly recreate the line
He turned around to see you cheekily grinning from your place on the bed
But it was wiped off your face soon enough because baby boi just pounced you into a big hug
“MC WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME YOU VOICED A CHARACTER IN LOLOL I WOULD’VE PLAYED AS HER MORE OFTEN IF I KNEW.”
You giggled as he rapidly asked you other things you voice acted in and gawked when he recognized the other characters you’ve voiced in games and cartoons
He’ll shyly ask you to reenact his favorite lines or scenes and his inner fanboy will show
Yoosung’s never really been into the behind the scenes stuff but he already somewhat was a fan of yours before so he’s basically dating his favorite VA
Silly lil’ peanut is gonna ask for your autograph on his merch of the characters you’ve voiced
Jaehee:
She found out during one of your nights in
You were in the kitchen preparing the snacks while Jaehee sorted through the set of musicals the two of you had rented for tonight (you finally convinced her that watching ‘Promiscuous Jalapeno’ for the 8th time in a row was a little much)
Once that was all said and done, you cuddled up to Jaehee while the movie started as she fed you popcorn
Oh crap, you recognized this movie
You actually got the part of the main dancer in this film (it was your typical dance batte film)
You somewhat never wanted her to find out that you were an actor/dancer in fear of always being compared to Zen
Once your character was introduced, Jaehee’s eyes squinted a little at the screen before gasping and shaking your shoulders
“MC, MC, IS THAT YOU?”
“U-uhm nooooo...?”
“Wait, why would you keep this secret from me?”
After explaining your reasoning as to why, she just pulled you into a tight hug
“I’d never compare you anyone else, I love you just the way you are, famous or not!”
After watching the movie, she put aside the time to scour the internet for every performance you’ve been in and is about to be the proud owner of all your merch
jaehee please no that was our grocery money
Zen:
“lolol zen have you seen mc’s latest cover?”
“Cover? What’re you talking about?”
“the one on her youtube channel???”
“...”
“you do know what she does for a living, right??”
After Seven endlessly mocked Zen for not knowing what his own girlfriend did for a living, Seven graciously provided the link to your Youtube channel
Zen then proceeded to spend the next 3 hours of his life going through
your entire channel
He knew that you liked to sing and sounded like an angel but this
This is something extraordinary
You actually made a living doing this and he never even knew!
He finally made his way up to your latest cover (which was uploaded about a week ago), and HO L Y C R A P
It was the song he’s practiced at home for months on end for a musical he recently just starred in!
When you get home that night, you’re bombarded with compliments and questions (mostly compliments)
You explained that you never recorded around him because you were afraid that he might’ve thought you were going to use him for popularity
“Babe, I know you would never do that NOW WILL YOU PLEASE DUET WITH ME--”
Guess who has the best mashup cover of ‘Butterfly’ now
Jumin:
Coming home a few hours early was indeed a rare occurrence for Jumin
Usually when he came home, you were instantly there to greet him with a hug and kiss
He called your name, but there was no response, just a faint typing sound
After hanging his coat on the coat hanger, he began walking towards the noise, his hands already working on loosening his tie
“Ah, here you are, my love,” he said upon entering the officeroom
“Jumin, you’re home early,” you smiled, letting your husband wrap his arms around your shoulders and resting his chin atop your head
“The office had to close early for some renovations,” Jumin explained, “but I’m more interested in what you’re working on.”
“I’m working on my next book!”
The surprised look on his face made you remember that you never brought it up to him before, but now is as good as time as any to explain
Jumin seemed genuinely intrigued as he listened to your explanation on your book series, which was apparently very popular
When you finished, he asked if you could lend him the first addition, as he did enjoy reading in his spare time
And soon enough, he was hooked
He’d have long talks with you over dinner on how he wasn’t expecting a plot twist or how well you wrote your characters
Or about how you should hurry and finish the next book because you left him on a cliffhanger
707:
He’s known since the background check that you had a job in digital art but he tucked that away in the back of his head because there were too many other things happening at the time (eg the hacker, your sudden appearance, his emotions and job...)
It isn’t until one day where he’s been able to work for a few hours straight without you lecturing him about how he should take a break
So he got up from his chair, slapped his right leg a few times to wake it up, and ventured outside his office to find you
To no surprise, you were huddled inside in the bedroom, but this time with your drawing tablet in hand
“Hey Saeyoung,” you tiredly muttered, eyes still glued to the laptop screen
His eyes trailed to where you were looking and a look of mock hurt morphed on his face, “MC, how dare you draw a picture of another man!”
You stifled a laugh at your boyfriend’s dramatic tone, “Zen just asked me to draw some things for his website so I’m--”
“You should me drawing me instead! Here, I’ll even pose for you!”
You regret even looking behind you, because Saeyoung was already stripping down to his boxers, need I remind you the pair with cat faces on them
“DRAW ME LIKE ONE OF YOUR FRENCH GIRLS.”
“SAEYOUNG PUT YOUR CLOTHES BACK ON AND GET TO BACK TO WORK!”
V:
Usually you were making some sort of noise in the house, but today you were oddly quiet
“MC? Where are you?”
“I’m in the living room,” you hollered back as he started making his way over, “Be careful not to bump my arm though.”
“What’re you doing?” he asked, taking a seat on the floor next to you
You explained that you liked paint and used it as a way to make some extra pocket money
V was very happy and excited to hear that you had an artistic career just like him
You were always delighted to describe the paintings to him, and you always did it with such passion
After awhile, he started to miss photography and he so badly wanted to see your work for himself
So he decided to get the eye surgery
Once he did, he was shocked at how much he can see your heart poured onto the canvas
You often went out into nature together and sit there together for hours to photograph/paint and enjoy one another’s company
You also loved painting some of V’s older photographs and he loved it and every single one is framed in the house
#artsycouple
The day you painted a picture of the sun and gave it to him, he cried
Unknown:
The first time Saeran ever walked into your room, his eyes immediately darted to the big, colorful collection of sticky note pads on your desk
He picked one up, noting that every one had a slightly different drawing than the others, “What’re these for?”
“Oh, I’m an animator! I like to use these sticky notes when I’m bored.”
He never got to watch cartoons as a child so this was all new to him
Watching you peacefully work is very, very soothing to him, to just watch the lines fill with color so smoothly
You even let him have some of your already drawn-on sticky note pads and he likes to flip through them when he’s nervous or needs to calm down when something’s bothering him
His favorite is the one you made for him where it goes “I love you, Saeran!” with a cute little doodle of a cartoony-looking you kissing his cheek on it
As mentioned before, he never got to watch cartoons or movies as a kid and he’s willing to watch the ones you’ve worked on
It always amazes him that you made what was on the screen and he loves it (he’s never said it out loud but it shows on his face)
He really enjoys the ones that are story-based rather than the nonsense slapstick ones (which is what Saeyoung enjoys, much to his dismay)
Seeing the childlike innocence in his eyes is heartwarming and you wouldn’t trade it for the world
#mystic messenger#Yoosung Kim#Jaehee Kang#Zen#Hyun Ryu#Jumin Han#707#Saeyoung Choi#Luciel Choi#V#Jihyun Kim#Saeran Choi#mystic messenger 707#mystic messenger unknown
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will you do all those multimuse questions i reAliZe it"S a lot BUT
not even gonna bother linking this bc SOMEONE wants the WHOLE MEME. basing everything on their main verses, or else shit’ll get wild!!
Which muses have their driver’s license?
teddy probably has one because hermione urged them to teach him just in case! spencer, aria, and alison (though she got hers later, thanks to being on the run for years) also definitely have theirs! aida and sophia are nyc brats, so they probably didn’t get theirs until the summer before they had to leave for college – before that, it was public transportation all day every day. and last but not least, so do juliet, kimberly, and aurelia!
And how many can drive stick shift
spencer definitely learned “just in case.” so did aurelia. they’re the only ones.
Which muse would make the best parent?
i mean, narcissa is canonically, for all her other flaws, a fucking incredible mother. so.
Which muse cries the most?
juliet, probably. my werewolf baby is a big softie!! though she’s probably the type to cry when good things happen more than bad ones - like at emotional scenes in movies, hearing good news from someone she loves, etc. etc.
Which muse never cries?
narcissa. never in public, anyway. i imagine she did more often as a child, but now even in private she’s the foundation of her family, so she rarely – if ever – breaks down.
Which muse is the most ticklish?
to be honest, i just really want louise to secretly be suuuuper ticklish. it’d be a riot.
Which muse is the best singer?
i headcanon that sophia has a similar voice to one of her fcs’ (kim yongsun), so i guess it’d be her! she’s also the one with the most formal music training, so there’s that too haha.
Which muses live on their own? (Don’t live with their parents anymore.)
making “parents” into “guardians” bc some of their parents ARE DEAD, but anyway!! all the liars as of their tv canon, narcissa, gabrielle (though when she is technically home she’s with her parents, but she’s mostly on the road with xena so it counts), aida, sophia, and aurelia!! i think kimberly lives with the other witchy babes?? though aurelia’s kinda sorta her guardian i guess so idk how much it counts.
Which muse is the bravest?
consistently brave? i’d say gabrielle. i mean, the series starts with her picking up and following after xena – and she never runs and hides after that. not even once that i can remember. she’s bleeding-heart, idiotically brave, and i love her for it.
Which muse is the biggest scaredycat?
probably juliet, which is ironic given that she’s my only muse literally born supernatural lol. but none of them are huge scaredycats so it’s not saying too much, she’s just the softest child.
Which muse is best at sports?
spencer is basically my only athletic one, and she’s damn good at every sport she does too.
Which muse is the smartest?
it’s a toss-up. i’d say spencer has the strongest book smarts, sophia is the most well rounded (book smarts + artistic prowess + social smarts), and louise just has these insane genius plots ALL THE TIME. imagine if she put that effort toward something else, damn.
Which muse is the dumbest?
she’s not actually dumb by any stretch of the imagination, but… bless her lil heart, riley sometimes reminds me of a puppy chasing its own tail.
Which muse has the biggest dick?
i mean, teddy is the ONLY one with a dick (even if only some of the time), so he kinda wins by default lmao
Which muse has the biggest breasts?
i guess alison?? which feels weird to say because sasha was actually like twelve when she started working on pll, but she’s not any more and it definitely shows lmao.
Which muse is the strongest?
physically? juliet, definitely. she never uses it, but being a werewolf gives her an immediate edge over everyone else. after her, probably gabrielle! and mentally, i’d say narcissa.
Which muse is the weakest?
physically louise, just because she’s a tiny child! but at (almost) adult size, probably riley. mentally… possibly dawn?? as a teen anyway, i think she fortifies a bit as an adult lmao. and louise can definitely dish it out but not take it, so there’s that too.
Which muses need glasses to some extent? (All the time/for reading, etc.)
i headcanon that louise ends up taking after the other belcher girls later on, and needs glasses for nearsightedness (though more mildly, like linda) as an adult. she probably fights the notion until she finds herself squinting to see basically EVERYTHING, and tina gives her a pep talk about it too lmao. spencer needs them for farsightedness, but ends up switching to contacts in high school. sophia has extremely mild nearsightedness, and only ever uses her glasses during lectures/meetings to read the board. dawn spends so much time squinting over ancient text in dark rooms that she ends up needing reading glasses before hitting thirty.
Which muses have sent nudes before?
alison sent a lot when she was younger, but hasn’t really since she had to flee. aria sends tasteful ones, like with flowers over the nipples and artsy farsty shit like that. aida sends the most of the bunch, including to jordan for opinions on them! kimberly and spencer both have, but to only a select few people. dawn’s probably “sent” one or two to be rebellious, but just to janice.
Which muses are left-handed?
in my ideal world THEY ALL ARE (can you tell i’m a lefty?). but in reality, only kimberly is.
Which muses prefer bathing over showering?
alison never could relax for anything longer than a quick shower while she was on the run, and spent more days grimy than she’d live to admit. she definitely doesn’t take bathing for granted any more. juliet particularly enjoys bubble baths. aurelia also enjoys baths, but she can’t always find the time between watching over three rebellious witches to draw them.
Which muses belong to a religion?
alison and spencer were both raised christian. alison still somewhat believes (though her faith has diminished quite a lot over the years), spencer doesn’t. riley’s family is loosely christian. sophia’s family is a mix of catholic and buddhist, and she finds them interesting from a philosophical standpoint, but doesn’t really believe either one. kimberly and aurelia are both pagan witches. gabrielle has literally met the greek gods, so… i guess that makes her kinda polytheistic?
Which muses bite their nails?
it’s a bad habit of spencer’s, for sure. it’s a stress reliever that she mostly curbed as she got older, but sometimes when she’s not paying attention it still slips out.
Which muses can’t ride a bike?
louise only rides a tricycle, so there’s that. i feel like she’d be in denial about ever having to switch to a bike too, so it’ll likely stay that way for a while! gabrielle also can’t, but i don’t think bikes were really a thing in ancient greece anyway lmao.
Which muses can change a tire?
aida. teddy also can (thanks again, hermione) both magically and manually.
Which muse is the clumsiest?
dawn, definitely. it gets better as she ages, but as a teenager that girl really is all limb.
And which is the most elegant?
100% narcissa. that girl was literally bred to be elegant.
Which muses are parents?
narcissa, and alison if you count her current pregnancy. gabrielle technically has her weird half-demon daughter (and kinda eve too), but i like to pretend that arc never happened.
Which muses speak another language than English? Which language(s)?
sophia was born in korea, so she actually learned korean before english! she also knows french, minimal spanish and asl, and some japanese. spencer is a crazy polyglot who knows french, italian, german, and some mandarin chinese. aida grew up both signing asl and speaking since her sister is deaf. she also knows a little korean and some spanish! juliet was born in canada, and knows decent conversational french from her mother. kimberly was raised speaking some japanese, so she can also hold a decent conversation. she knows some latin as well! aurelia’s more advanced than kimberly, so her latin is basically fluent. dawn also learns latin as a junior watcher, but in her main verse she only speaks english! in theory, gabrielle’s technically only speaking greek, but she’s still monolingual.
Which muses can cook?
spencer, alison, aria, sophia, aida, juliet, AURELIA, GABRIELLE, kimberly. i don’t know if dawn’s weird-ass concoctions count as cooking, per se, but they’re certainly something edible.
Which muses rely on frozen dinners and take-out?
teddy, probably. louise and riley on the rare occasions that their respective parents aren’t around. narcissa eats classier than that, but house elves have made her food for literally all her life, so she’d probably flounder a bit at first on her own.
Which muses can play an instrument?
sophia literally went to school for this, so let’s start with her! her major was for the piano, so that’s what she’s best at. but she’s also dabbled with some other instruments, including cello, flute, french horn, and guitar! spencer also plays the piano, as well as aria very occasionally. jessica made alison take piano lessons up until her disappearance, but she hated them and never plays any more. teddy’s tried multiple instruments, but none of them ever stick. louise can play a mean cup-and-straw solo alongside gene’s keyboard.
#ineveryvein#( answered. )#( save. )#i left out like... three#that i was stuck on#but this is a majority of them fam!! <3#not including test muses
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I was tagged by the wonderful @knights-of-221b-privet-drive ! Thanks :D
Rules: Complete the survey and say who tagged you in the beginning. When you are finished tag 5 people to do this survey. Have fun and enjoy!!!
1: Are you named after someone?
I’m not sure
2: When is the last time you cried?
I can’t remember, which is good because I used to cry like every other day not too long ago :p
3: Do you like your handwriting?
It is sooo messy! But that’s because I write really fast, especially in lectures :D I have another style of handwriting which is completely different; it looks like a neat font, but I haven’t used it in years because it’s really really slow to write with
4: What is your favourite lunch meat?
Meat! I don’t know? If it was meant to be ‘meal’, I also don’t know? I don't have lunch too often, but when I do it’s normally a meal deal from boots
5: Do you have kids?
Nope. And I don’t think I want kids? it sounds okay, but then the reality of having kids doesn't sound as nice haha
6: If you were another person, would you be friends with you?
I doubt it, I don’t talk too much :s
7: Do you use sarcasm?
I dont’ know? I definitely used to a lot, but I don’t think I do as much now
8: Do you still have your tonsils?
I sure hope so... last time I checked I did
9: Would you bungee jump?
damn, I can’t compete with that pun :p but yeah, I’d love to
10: What is your favourite kind of cereal?
Weetabix Minis, but on their own without milk! But like in the evening, I don’t normally have breakfast. But if I did have to have cereal for breakfast, probably something like coco pops
11: Do you untie your shoes when you take them off?
Yes most of the time, but if I’m in a hurry I might not:p For example, the other day I didn’t because I got really really sick on the tube and wanted to shower asap
12: Do you think you’re a strong person?
I’m okay strong, but with every push up I get stronger !!!
13: What is your favourite ice cream flavour?
Coffee or chocolate I think
14: What is the first thing you notice about people?
Maybe hair also? :p
15: Red or pink?
Pink!
16: What is the least favourite physical thing you like about yourself?
Maybe my hands, the skin
17: What colour pants and shoes are you wearing now?
Christ, I’m sure I’ve answered this lots of times and assumed it mean underpants, I realised now it means pants as in trousers lol
I’m wearing athletic jeans! They’re like normal blue jeans, but they’re quite stretchy! I can high kick in them! :D And I’m not wearing any shoes.
18: What was the last thing you ate?
A boots meal deal haha
19: What are you listening to right now?
Some 80s song on Come Dine with Me on the telly in the background! I’m not watching it but my mum is
20: If you were a crayon, what colour would you be?
Ah, the question I think about every day. It keeps me awake at night. I’d be the Blue Crayon™
21: Favourite smell?
I’ve answered this so many times... and now they’re playing Lovecats by the cure on CDWM so I can’t think anymore! it’s going to be stucj in my head all day!!!
22: Who was the last person you spoke to on the phone?
My dad like an hour ago! I phoned home to see if my nan was there (if not, I was going to visit her before going home)
23: Favourite sport to watch?
I don’t watch sports, but the ones the person who tagged me put here sound like they’d be fun to watch! Like, I won’t be as quick to change over if those ones are on now^^
24: Hair colour?
Dark brown (not black!!)
25: Eye colour?
Dark brown
26: Do you wear contacts?
Nope
27: Favourite food to eat?
I don’t know, maybe curry or fish and chips (takeaway)
28: Scary movies or comedy?
I don’t think I’ve ever seen a horror film? Well I saw paranormal activity, but I wasn’t really watching it... so comedies
29: Last movie you watched?
I don’t know, it’s been so long :p Actually monsters vs aliens was just on in the background, but I don’t think that counts.
I want to watch the french film The Intouchables because I only saw it once during an RE lesson at college and I really enjoyed it! I don’t remember too much of it, but I feel like it’ll be one of my most favourite films of all time when I see it again
30: What colour of shirt are you wearing?
Blimey, it’s a tshirt, but I think it’s salmony reddy pink? the sleeves are a nice blue colour
31: Summer or winter?
Summer!!!
32: Hugs or kisses?
I don’ tknow and I probably never will
33: What book are you currently reading?
Neil Gaiman’s American Gods! I’ve been reading it for ages (uni eyy), but omg I’ve almost finished it!
I looked at how much I had left and thought “nicee, there’s still plenty left : )”...... and then it randomly opened and I saw that the page numbers stop halfway through how much was left... so there’re like 200 more pages, but only half of it is the story! So there’s so little left :o
34: Who do you miss right now?
Well there’s someone I can think of, but it’s more regret than miss.. I won’t say who but I’m sure they’ll see this haha
35: What is on your mouse pad?
I’m using a laptop! But my computer has a circular mouse mat with one of those spongy bits
36: What is the last TV program you watched?
I don’t know? I really wanted to watch Ant and Dec’s Saturday Night Takeaway last week, but my brother didn’t, so I don’ tknow
37: What is the best sound?
FLEXATONE! It just sounds so unnatural and unnerving, I love it!
38: Rolling Stones or The Beatles?
I only really know 1 Rolling Stone song, and I don’t really like it anymore... so beatles (I know too many of their songs haha)
(the 1 rolling stones song is ‘paint it black’ btw, I’ve heard it too many times)
39: What is the furthest you have ever travelled?
The furthest I’ve ever gone is Sicily, never out of Europe, I just realised :(
40: Do you have a special talent?
Yep, I’m very good at voice impressions!
‘Hello hello, hi how are you? I sound different don’t I?’ - That was my Ricky Gervais impression
‘Hello, welcome to celebraty squares! wingardium leviosa’ - That was my Warwick Davis impression
41: Where were you born?
It was a room with beige walls... but that’s all I remember
42: People you expect to participate in this survey?
Ahaha, the way that’s worded! Like it’s an official government survey or something!
But yeah, I’m only going to tag 1 person because laziness: @bucketofkay (you don’t have to do it if you don’t want)
Thanks again for the tag :D
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