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caught (j.b.r)
so thankfully someone pointed out to me that i completely misread a request and mixed it up so here is a sistermaybank x john b!! im so sorry to whoever requested it but i hope u enjoy this one!!
i kinda got a little carried away and made this very long so bear with me
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having jj maybank as your older brother came with everything you would expect. you did crazy shit with no repercussions or care. but there were other times where you would balance each other out because, at one point, someone had to use their senses and be the rational sibling. you two shared so much in your life that it was difficult to even think of doing things without him by your side.
however, one of those things you did without him was to date his best friend, john b. but hey, it’s not like you and john b weren’t friends initially either. when jj and john b first became friends, you weened yourself right in like the annoying little sister because you admired your brother and were basically attached at the hip. you liked the idea of having your own personal bodyguards but that didn’t mean that you couldn’t rock someone’s shit when you got the chance. but most of the time you preferred love not war, unlike jj.
when you and john b first got together, it felt like walking on eggshells. you’d tread lightly and watch your words carefully around jj and the rest of the pogues. yes, you trusted kie and pope with your lives, but it wasn’t fair to make them carry around that secret for the sake of your relationship. you weren’t sure why you kept it a secret from jj. i mean if he chose john b to be his best friend, that had to mean that jj found john b’s qualities and loyalty worthwhile and admirable.
what you wouldn’t admit to john b, and barely wanted to admit to yourself was a different reason to not tell jj. because jj wasn’t the only person you were keeping this a secret from. you wouldn’t dare tell your father that you were dating someone. because someway, somehow, he would make that the reason to stir the pot to you, jj, or both. you would hate yourself if you were the reason for another bruise on your or jj’s body. so, altogether you decided it was best to keep it a secret to prevent anyone from getting hurt.
it was a saturday morning when you woke up to a text from john b, you smiled to yourself at the mere thought of him. meet me at the chateau in an hour. you quickly hopped out of bed and went to pack a bag for the day. as you weaved through empty beer bottles and random trash on the floor, you tiptoed to not wake your father up. you peaked quietly into jj’s room and saw he was passed out as well, taking a mental note to leave him a post-it or send him a text to wake up to to let him know you were going to be gone when he woke up.
after brushing your teeth and throwing on a bathing suit and a pair of shorts, all you needed was your phone and a water bottle from the fridge. treading lightly on the creaky floors, you began to walk towards the kitchen until you heard footsteps from behind you. your hands got sweaty and your heart sunk into your stomach.
“where you goin’ this early in the morning?” you father said to you in a husky and slurred voice.
“just out with a friend on their boat for the day.” you responded with a slight smile to play it nonchalantly. if your father saw anything but a content look on your face, you knew he would pick apart your emotions and facial expression if you didn’t act like everything was a-okay.
“who’s this friend?” your father interrogated, with an unpleased look on his face. you soon came to realize that no matter how normal you acted, he would still be the same old jerk no matter what. “is it a friend that left this in your room a couple of days ago? because i sure as hell know this don’t belong to you.”
you saw his hand lift up a dirty and slightly faded black bandana, wrapped around his knuckles. fuck.
“oh my friend gave it to me one day actually-” you responded quickly and nervously. it felt like your body went numb because you knew that there was no way in hell that this situation would end well.
“don’t lie to me, (y/n)!” your father yelled, with a look on his face that you knew too well but it would still leave you frozen in fear. it seemed a lot of the time that jj was the one to fight back because jj could take punches here and there and put on a front for everybody. you weren’t gifted with easily putting on a facade like he was so you would try your absolute hardest to extend the argument long enough that eventually your father would just knock out from the alcohol and that would be the end of it.
“what the hell is going on?” jj walked out of his room with a tank top and shorts on, rubbing his eyes to get adjusted to the extreme sunlight in the living room.
“is this yours, boy?!” your father raised the bandana higher and his face got redder as his eyes pierced themselves into jj’s path. jj quickly shook his head. he has no idea why his father brought this up to him but jj had no other reason to lie about it not being john b’s because yet again, no one knew of what was happening between you and john b.
“it’s john b’s.” jj answered, almost like a cadet to a colonel, following orders and meaning no disprespect. although jj wanted to disrespect his father to the end of the world for everything he put you two through. however, once those words came out of jj’s mouth you knew everything from here on out would be completely downhill.
“it was in your sisters room actually.” you didn’t dare look around at jj. you could only handle one glare at a time from this family. although, you were surprised to hear jj back you up.
“dad, she can do what she wants.” jj responded, with no emotion to not set him off. however, whatever anyone responded with was going to stir the pot.
“don’t talk back to me, you little shit!” you father huskily shouted at your brother. he took a couple steps towards jj and you knew this was going to get physical. you allowed the tears to well up in your eyes for the millionth time if your life because of him.
you quickly whipped around and your blurry vision made it hard to see who was throwing what punches. it wasn’t until one loud thud to the ground was when you realize that jj had knocked your father out and looked up at you, blood dripping from his lip and nose.
“let’s get out of here.” jj blankly stated and you nodded quickly as you ran to get your backpack and phone and basically booked it, trailing behind jj’s footsteps. you figured that his feet were taking him to the exact place that john b had told you to meet him: the chateau. you weren’t sure if this was the best idea or the worst. jj used the chateau as his safe space after things would get bad with your dad but you weren’t sure if that was the case this time or he was on a mission to find out why john b’s bandana was found in your room.
you anxiously picked at your cuticles with your hands to your sides, nervous to hear the first word that would be spoken between you two. but you knew it had to come eventually but you didn’t know if you had the guts to be the first one.
“explain to me why the bandana was in your room.” jj asked, his voice softer than you expected but when you looked slightly up at him, his jaw was clenched and his eyes stayed darted in front of him as you two continued to walk.
“i don’t know how you want me to answer this.” you responded, with your head slightly down because if jj looked over at you, you couldn’t look him in the eyes after he took a beating because your dad decided to snoop in your room.
you weren’t sure how long you were walking and how long the pauses were in between each thing spoken but you ended up at john b’s house in no time. your eyes glanced up as you saw your boyfriend hop down his front steps and give you two a smile before his faced dropped seeing 1. your terrified face, 2. jj’s bruised and bloody face, and 3. the fact that he only invited his girlfriend over so why was his best friend here looking like he was going to rock his shit?
“uhh, hey guys...” john b greeted, unsure how to approach the situation. when his eyes flickered to yours for a split second, you just gave him wide eyes back because you too were unsure about how to even begin.
“are you dating my fucking sister?” jj asked, shoving john b slightly. john b stumbled behind as his jaw slightly dropped and he put his hands up in defense. this was your cue to go and try to break it up.
“no man! i mean yes but like we can explain!” john b responded, seemingly coming up with the worst responses ever when confronted with something like this. you weened your way to stand in between them.
“yes jj, we are dating! can you let us explain?” you practically yelled because you knew if you spoke in a normal tone, that anything you say would not get through to him because of the blood pounding in his ears from adrenaline. and because he would probably ignore you regardless.
“no! there’s nothing to explain. this is clearly a secret you two fucking kept from me for how long? a month? two months? more? jesus christ if it’s any more i’m punching your teeth in, john b.” jj exclaimed, as his jaw clenched even harder and the veins on his forhead became more prominent.
“just two months! okay?! can we all calm down and talk about this like regular people?” you slightly pushed jj, not letting him get any closer to john b. you were always afraid of this outcome but you never pictured it being like this. “you can’t just go around hitting people when things don’t go your way! just pull a ‘dad’ while your at it and beat the shit out of your best friend.”
“don’t bring dad into this (y/n).” jj said through clenched teeth, although his face softened at the idea of you comparing him to your father. it was jj’s fear to resemble any quality that your father had and to hear that come out of his little sisters mouth hurt him.
“look i didn’t mean it like you were dad. but clearly it doesn’t work when you both think violence is the answer. so can we just sit down and we’ll explain everything to you?” you asked, your voice softening as you threw your hands to the side in defeat. jj took a deep breath in before flickering his eyes between you and john b. he just nodded in silence and he lead the way to john b’s front porch and sat on the couch. jj simply waved his hand in the air, prompting you two to explain.
you took a deep breath and let everything spill. you and john b had kept the secret from him because you were scared of how he was going to react. you two basically kept it a secret from everyone to spare them any stress. and you spilled to the both of them that you were keeping it a major secret because if somehow, someway, word got back to your father that you were dating someone, he would lose his shit.
“look, me and john b didn’t plan for this to be the way you found out. and i didn’t plan for this to be the way that dad found out. and if i could go back i’d tell you immediately to save you from what happened back there. but i can’t. just know that i love you and john b. you’re my brother for fuck’s sake. your feelings matter the world to me but i also wanted to take myself into perspective and make myself happy. we aren’t doing this to punish you whatsoever, i did it because i can’t see myself dating anyone else.”
and with that you grabbed john b’s hand and rubbed your thumb back and forth on the back of his while he squeezed yours in response. jj lifted his hat and ran his fingers through his hair with his free ones and let out a deep breath he had been holding in.
“i really love your sister, man. i would die than let anything hurt her and would beat myself up if i was the one who did. i couldn’t imagine being with anyone else.” john b said, with the most sincere tone. a long, deafening silence followed and you felt like your heart was going to beat out of your chest.
“look...you guys are going to have to let me get used to this. i know you guys’ve been together for a while but ease it up in front of me, this is all just like super weird for me right now. i guess i should be happy that it’s john b and not some douchebag kook.” jj responded, rubbing his hand over his face because he felt overwhelmed. “and as for dad, i’m sorry it went that way. but next time there’s a secret like this, you can tell me. i’m blood for fucks sake.”
you gave your older brother a small smile and nod before getting up and taking a couple steps towards him. your approach quickly prompted him up and you pulled him in for a hug.
“not too much pda in front of me also. and i’m keeping a hawks eye watch on you, john b. thin ice, brother, thin ice.” jj said, pointing his two fingers to his eyes and that pointing them at john b. you laughed and slightly shoved jj.
“gotcha, bro.” john b responded chuckling and than gave jj a bro shake.
“soo... boat day?” you spoke up sheepishly, hoping to start the day fresh as you gave puppy-dog eyes to your brother and boyfriend.
“you call kie, i’ll call pope and then we’ll head out.” jj answered as you excitedly pulled out your phone to call kie. as you placed the ringing phone up to your ear you felt a kiss on the top of your head and an arm snake around your waist.
“at least it’s out of the way now.” john b whispered to you, as you nodded and looked up at him before kissing him.
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Soft in Love Part 3
A Gwilym Lee x Student!Reader Fic
Summary: Y/N is an acting student in her last semester of college. When a professor unexpectedly can’t make it for the senior capstone class, a very famous (and handsome) substitute is called in. When they connect, they face a few challenges.
Word Count: 3k
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A/N: So, some more pining and drama. Y’know, the usual.
Warning(s): Some guys being sketchy with women’s drinks.
Part 1 Part 2
Part 3 here we go!!!
Thankfully, the weekend passed without incident, though you found yourself thinking of Gwilym more often than you liked. Every time you read your library book, you thought of that moment among the shelves. Any time you ran lines, or sang from the show, you thought about the way he played the piano, and how you laughed together afterward. His smile, his eyes….
“Get a grip,” you scolded yourself.
And yet, you found yourself eager for the end of the weekend and anticipation for Tuesday morning.
You arrived early again, feeling oddly hopeful. Maybe you could rehearse “The Boy Next Door” again. You loved that song already, but singing it with Gwilym was something else. When you entered the auditorium, you were disappointed to find that instead of your handsome professor, Daniel, your ex, sat in your usual seat.
“Sup?” he said with a cocky nod. “Expecting someone else?”
“No,” you replied coolly, turning away to go and sit elsewhere.
You found another seat and pulled your book out, eyes going over the words, but not really absorbing it. You could feel Daniel gazing at you with such an infuriating smirk on his face. After about two minutes, you slammed your book shut and looked sharply at him.
“What?” you demanded.
“Nothing,” he replied with a shrug. “You look nice.”
“Shut up,” you returned. “Just tell me what you want and stop staring at me.”
“There’s a party Friday night,” he said. “At a friend of mine’s place. You should come. Bring Sloan too.”
“Why would I want to go to your dumb friend’s party?” you shot back. “If you need a date so bad, why don’t you just ask Allison?”
Allison was the name of the girl he had cheated on you with. Daniel frowned at the mention of her and it was your turn to smirk.
“What else are you going to do?” he challenged. “Sit at home at masturbate thinking about Gwilym?”
Your face heated up at the idea as well as the fury you now felt toward Daniel.
“You’re an asshole,” you spat.
“Why, ‘cause I’m right?” he returned.
“No, because you’re clearly just butthurt that I don’t care about you anymore,” you said. “So you’re saying things just to try and make me feel like shit.”
It also struck a nerve. Not because he was right, but if even Daniel thought your behavior toward was exceptional in any way, then it was a problem. You were going to need to back off of him. Plus, you were beyond tired of hearing about it. One week of this man teaching classes, and rumors were already starting.
“Just come to the party,Y/N,” he sighed. “There’ll at least be free booze.”
You considered it. You really despised parties because of the crowds and the noise. But Sloan loved parties, and she might feel robbed if you didn’t at least tell her about it.
“I’ll see what Sloan wants to do,” you conceded.
He pumped his fist in the air. “Hell yeah!”
Your other classmates began trailing into the auditorium, followed shortly by Gwilym. You beamed at him as he passed you, which he returned. You remembered Daniel’s words and immediately adjusted your expression to something more neutral. Gwilym didn’t notice, since he began taking roll. Today was focused almost entirely on music, so you didn’t get to talk to Sloan about the party right away.
All through rehearsal, you avoided Gwilym like the plague. He approached you once with an expectant (and dashing) smile on his face, and you quickly ran off to grab some water. When he gave you direction on your song with Sloan, you nodded curtly and said nothing. You tried to always thank your directors for feedback, but you were so afraid of appearing too eager to please him now.
Edith on the other hand, had no such qualms. With you avoiding him, she moved to fill the space, brazenly flirting. She batted her eyes. She found any excuse to touch him. And once, while she was whispering something in his ear, she shot you a dirty look. You couldn’t be bothered about what she may have said. It was likely it wasn’t even about you, she just wanted to get in your head. Well, you weren’t going to let her. Besides, Gwilym was not yours to be jealous or possessive over.
When class drew to an end, Edith squeezed Gwilym’s bicep.
“Thanks for a great class today,” she said with a wide smile.
“I’m just doing my job,” he returned politely.
“Well, you’re very good at it,” she insisted.
You resisted a brutal urge to roll your eyes. You looked at Sloan to get the image of Edith’s desperate eyes out of your head.
“Hey, you wanna go to a party on Friday?” you asked.
She raised an eyebrow at you.
“Who are you and what have you done with the real Y/N?” she returned.
“Dan invited us,” you said. “He said his friend is having one. He mentioned bringing you specifically, so…”
“I’m always down for a party,” she said. “Are you actually going to come?”
You glanced back toward where Edith was now twirling her hair around her finger as she spoke to Gwilym. You couldn’t see his face, but you imagined he had his usual polite smile. An idea formed.
“Yeah, I’m gonna come,” you said.
“Alright then,” she agreed, a surprised smile claiming her lips. “I’m looking forward to it.”
“Me too!” you agreed.
You left class without saying anything to Gwilym or Edith, just giggling excitedly as you exited the auditorium.
Gwilym’s eyes were trained on your back until you disappeared and the door closed behind you. He’d caught a whiff of you scent as you rushed by with Sloan. He wondered what made you both so silly. He heard Edith talking, but didn’t register the words she was saying. His mind was completely distracted by your behavior towards him.
You were normally quite friendly, but today, you seemed off. When he saw you were behaving as usual with your friends, he got nervous. What had he done to offend you? He hadn’t even seen you since last week’s class, except for once on Friday afternoon when he passed you on the way to his car. Even then, he had just smiled and waved. What had changed between now and then?
“Gwilym?” Edith said, a little louder.
He shook his head to clear it.
“Oh, sorry,” he said. “What is it?”
“I said, I was wondering if you’d like to get coffee sometime?” she replied.
He felt the color drain from his face.
“Oh…” he said. “Oh, I - well, I’m flattered, Edith, but the university has strict rules about professors fraternizing with students.”
“I mean, it’s not like I’m some eighteen year old,” she argued. “I’m a grown...experienced woman.”
He cleared his throat uncomfortably.
“You’re putting me in a very awkward position,” he said.
“What position is that?” she asked, stepping closer.
“The position of rejecting you,” he replied as gently as he could.
“Because of the rule?”
“Even in spite of it.”
The air thickened. Her face fell as she looked at him and then down at the floor.
“Oh,” she said. “Oh, I see.”
“I’m sorry,” he told her. “I’m just not interested. You’re a lovely person, I’m sure, but -”
“Save it,” she said, holding up a hand to stop him. “I don’t need to hear a lame ass excuse.”
She snatched up her bag, turned on her heel, and swept out of the room. Gwilym took a deep breath as the door closed behind her, leaving him mercifully alone. Again, his thoughts went to you. He wondered what he might have said if it had been you standing there instead of Edith. Yet, from the way you were acting before, he assumed he would never have to answer that question.
On Thursday, class went similarly. Only, you noticed you weren’t the only one giving Gwilym a bit of a cold shoulder. Edith was making quite a show of ignoring him. When he was directing others, she would cross her arms over her chest and huff, turning her head sharply away from him. It all seemed to go unnoticed by Gwilym.
“What’s up with her?” you wondered.
“I heard she asked him out and he turned her down,” Andrew said.
Your heart gave a jolt of excitement.
“Really? Where’d you hear that?”
“Mary,” he said. “You know how they’re kind of friends. Apparently, he spouted some excuse about school rules before flat out telling her he wasn’t interested.”
“Damn, that’s cold,” Sloan chimed in.
“I didn’t know the school had rules about that,” you said.
“They’re super strict,” Andrew said. “I looked it up after I heard this story and it could result in the professor’s termination and the student’s expulsion.”
You blinked, surprised.
“That seems awfully drastic,” you said. Then you smiled. “Especially for something that’s evidently such a popular porn trope.”
Andrew rolled his eyes.
“That’s just it, though,” he said. “It’s a fantasy.”
“Relax, I’m only kidding,” you replied. “No, it’s probably for the best. I mean, the lines are blurred because of the power dynamics and all that. It’s not an ideal situation for anyone.”
Sloan said something else that you didn’t quite hear. The triumph you felt at Gwilym’s rejection of Edith had ebbed away entirely. Now, you only thought about that rule. You looked at Gwilym as he spoke to Mary and Leon, who played your mother and father in the show, and felt an ache in your heart.
The following day, you went to Sloan’s to get ready for the party together. Andrew wasn’t going, since he had work on the weekends. Sloan did your makeup for you and everything, and you had a feeling the time with her was going to be the most fun you had that night.
You took a Lyft to the party, after Daniel texted you the address. When you arrived, it was in full swing. Music made the walls seem to shake as bass thumped along with whatever song was playing. The low lighting made you squint as you headed for the kitchen, needing a drink. Alcohol was probably the only thing that would get you through the nonsense. But you had to do this.
Sloan chugged a beer and then scanned the crowd. You watched her, her eyes like a panther on the prowl. She spotted a man she deemed attractive, and she pounced. You admired Sloan’s boldness. If she wanted something, she went for it. And if she got rejected, it rolled right off her back. You sometimes envied her confidence.
You looked around at the sea of people and tried not to get overwhelmed. You were hoping to start up a flirtation with someone so that people could see you were just friendly and totally not into your hot professor. When no one really struck your fancy, you sighed and retreated to the corner.
That was where Daniel found you.
“Hey, Y/N!” he shouted over the music. “Glad you made it!”
“Me too!” you returned.
It was a lie, but you didn’t care about lying to him.
“Wanna dance?” he offered.
“Nope,” you answered.
“Come on, one song!”
“No thanks!”
“How about you join me outside?”
That sounded better. Getting out of the sweaty bodies everywhere and the pounding music would be a relief. So you nodded, following him out to the back porch. With the door shut, the sounds of the party were instantly dulled. To your irritation, you were out here alone.
Daniel pulled out a cigarette. He offered the pack out to you, but you shook your head. He shrugged, stuck the cigarette in his mouth, and lit it. He took a long drag and then blew the smoke away from you.
“I’ve been doing some thinking,” he said.
“Oh, how rare for you,” you returned.
“Come on,” he groaned. “I’m trying to tell you something.”
“I don’t really care to hear anything you have to say.”
“I’m really sorry about Allison, okay?” he went on. “I want to give us another chance.”
“Well, I don’t,” you said firmly. “If this was your reason for inviting me, I’ll just go home.”
“Don’t be like that,” he pleaded.
“Don’t tell me what to do,” you snipped. “You’re acting like we were in love or something. We dated for four months, you cheated on me, I ended it. Don’t pretend I broke your heart.”
“What if you did?” he asked
“I know that I didn’t.”
He chuckled, smoke billowing out between his lips.
“You’re such a bitch,” he laughed.
You sneered at him. “I bet you say that to all the girls.”
“Is this because you want to fuck Gwilym?”
“You know, as much as you talk about him, I’m beginning to think you want to fuck him,” you spat.
“I might, if he wanted me too,” he shrugged. “I’m nice.”
“Piss off.”
You went swiftly back inside. Daniel just wanted a bed warmer tonight, you were sure. He didn’t want to get back together. But it upset you enough that you were going to find Sloan and tell her you were leaving. You stepped through the door and looked around.
She wasn’t in the kitchen, so you assumed she was still dancing. Pushing through the crowd, you headed that way. When you got there, you carefully searched for her face. You didn’t see her anywhere. Worry started to grip you. Where was she?
You pulled your phone out of your pocket, only to discover it was dead. You cursed yourself for forgetting to charge it while you got ready. You now needed your friend to use her Lyft app as well. But still, you couldn’t find her. And you couldn’t text or call her.
“Sloan!” you called out, heart beginning to race.
You heard no response.
“Sloan!”
Again, nothing.
Full on panic set in, and you began aggressively pushing people out of your way to look around. Sloan was nowhere to be found. Taking a deep breath, you hurtled up the stairs and began checking the bedrooms, still calling out for her.
“Sloan!” you cried, bursting through the last door in the hall.
There she was. She was lying on a bed, unconscious. Her clothes were on, and there was no one else in the room. You flew to her side and started patting her cheeks to try and rouse her.
“Sloan, come on,” you urged. “Hey, Sloan, can you hear me?”
She groaned and rolled her head from the left to the right. But she was still not awake. The door opened again and your eyes snapped to the intruder.
“Hey!” he cried. “What are you doing in here?”
“What are you doing in here?” you demanded. “Why didn’t you tell someone she was passed out?”
“She’s fine,” he argued. “We were just about to have some fun.”
Your eyes went wide, horrified.
“She can’t have any fun, she’s barely conscious!” you spat.
You started to pull her off the bed, putting her arm around your shoulders. Her limp body was heavy, nearly making your knees buckle, but you weren’t going to leave her here with this dirtbag. Not if it was the last thing you did.
“Get out of my way,” you said firmly, hoping your voice did not betray your fear. The guy was pretty big - you assumed he was an athlete - and you weren’t sure you could overtake him if the situation called for it.
“You can join the fun too, y’know,” he said.
“I’d literally rather die,” you retorted. “Now get out of my way. Don’t make me call my boyfriend up here.”
He rolled his eyes and thankfully stepped aside.
Getting down the hall was no problem, but the stairs proved to be difficult. You were out of breath by the time you were halfway down. You were also pretty disgusted that no one seemed to notice you struggling. And if they did, they weren’t offering any help.
“Y/N…” Sloan mumbled, before her head lolled against your shoulder again
Slowly, staggeringly, you made it to the front door. You grabbed your purses and slung them precariously across your body. By some miracle, you were able to open the door. The sound of pouring rain made your heart sink. Great.
Despite the downpour, you stepped onto the porch. Holding Sloan tight against you with one hand, you fished around in her purse with the other. You found her phone quickly. With a victorious swish, you pulled it out and tried to unlock it. To your dismay, hers was dead too.
“Fuck!” you cried, stamping your foot.
You turned around and looked inside, hoping to see Daniel. Maybe you could pop back inside and ask to use his phone. It would hurt your pride, but some things had to be sacrificed in this sort of scenario. You couldn’t see him. Frustrated, your mind raced for something to do, some way to get home without a phone or a car. Then, your body froze as you saw the guy from upstairs and two other guys just his size coming toward the door. They looked dangerous.
Terrified, you maneuvered out into the rain as fast as you could go. Hair and makeup be damned, those guys had something sinister in mind and you were not going to allow them to do it, even if you collapsed from exhaustion.
The water dripping over your face proved a bigger challenge than you anticipated. Your vision was completely blurred as the droplets clung to your brows and lashes. The darkness didn’t help. You shivered, despite the warm air. Your body was so weak just from getting her out of the house. How were you going to make it all the way back to her apartment?
Suddenly, two lights were heading down the street. Headlights.
You glanced back and saw the three guys emerge from the house. Then, you took a chance and launched yourself out onto the road, waving your free hand wildly.
“STOP!” you shouted. “Stop! Please stop!”
The car screeched to a halt. The driver pulled around you slowly before stopping and rolling the window down, revealing himself. You sucked in a sharp breath.
“Y/N?”
“Gwilym?”
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Always Something There To Remind Me [Part: 3]
summary: Home is where the heart is. You're working on finding yours. After a handful of misfortunes, your old friend Joe helps to unravel life's greatest mystery while adding a bit of extra grief to the mix.
warnings: A few mentions of panic attacks, and getting sick a but also dare I say a bit of fluff?!
w/c: 6k
a/n: This has been one of my favorite chapters to write so far. Thank you for all the lovely feedback, lads!
taglist: @im-an-adult-ish @mrsmazzello @lettinggosthehardestpart @the-moving-finger-writes @imtheinvisiblequeen
Part 4
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On the walk across the street with your mother, carrying matching bottles of wine, you worried this Christmas Eve was going to be dramatically different than all others that came before it. That you were too far out of the loop to ever fit back in.
But you were at ease the second you passed through the Mazzellos front door. Joe and his mother were the only people bustling around the kitchen, so early in the evening. You'd expected tonight's reunion with your old friend to be even more sensational than the last, but it wasn't. Joe simply greeted you with a grin, taking the bottle of wine from your clutch and spinning around to find a cork right away. Your mothers began spouting gossip near the already set up table, while Joe poured the two of you a drink.
As you followed your old friend toward the living room, you couldn't help but notice how alarmingly normal this routine seemed. This felt much more like coming home than landing at the airport to your teary-eyed mother had, for some reason.
But lots had changed since the last time you'd spent celebrating with the Mazzellos. And you couldn't wait any longer to hear about the things Joe mentioned being apart of the last you saw him. Not long after you settled on the sofa to the tune of his exciting storytelling, you asked for faces to match the names of his new cast of friends he had yet to stop buzzing over. Joe wasted no time pulling up a group photo of himself mixed in with a pretty bunch of actors.
"Lucy is actually the funniest person I know, besides yours truly of course." Joe boasted about a girl who looked as if she was made of porcelain. You had no reason to doubt she was just as flawless in real life. Before you could ask more of her, Joe was already on a roll.
"Ben is the love of my life. I mean, come on, look at the guy." Joe proceeded to ramble for a long time about the blonde, telling you how the man with emerald eyes was a loyal and passionate friend, someone Joe had come to trust and admire.
"Rami, well, you know him, don't you?" Joe shrugged, glancing your way as he sipped some wine. Oh yeah, you did. The guy was in another production with Joe, back when he facetimed you weekly. Rami had ended up in the background of enough of those facetimes to give you a few meaningful greetings when you called to check-up. You wondered if the superstar remembered you at all.
"And Gwilym is-"
"Welsh?" You let out a breath of a laugh. Gwilym. There's a name you'd hadn't even known existed until a few summers ago when some old fella down the road kept getting his mail switched up with yours. Joe matched your unexpected chuckle with one of his own, almost like he wasn't sure if he should have acknowledged your remark. So you just shrugged and offered your friend a small grin "Small world."
Thankfully, Joe's muddled expression softened. As you began to wonder one thousand things, he went on...
"He is the best of us. Heart of gold." Joe's bragged as the pair of you focused on his phone screen. There the five of them were, all dressed up, strutting across a lavish purple carpet.
Just when you both polished off your glasses of wine, the doorbell rang. Cousins and aunts and uncles started to show up with dessert trays and gift bags. Most of them remembered your name and hugged you like always. It was almost like no time had ever passed, like this Christmas Eve picked up where the last one you attended left off. The most exciting reunion came just before dinner time as Joe's siblings showed up.
John and Mary arrived together, with their spoused and gaggle of children, all of whom you'd never met. A couple of the more rambunctious kids raced up to their grandmother, while John stopped in his tracks when he noticed you.
Growing up, you went to all of his baseball games. You helped him with his homework and bought him birthday presents. He might as well have been your own little brother. But since you'd graduated, Joe's updates about his kid brother stopped coming when his own did, too.
"Oh my God!" John practically tackled you in a hug that everyone around you chuckled over. "I didn't, why did- when did you come back?" John laughed, clearly surprised by your random appearance at Christmas Eve dinner for the first time in forever.
"Is this really happening?" Mary moved toward you. She was pretty as ever, dark hair and bright eyes. You always looked up to her, and she always looked out for you. She rescued you from bad first dates, taught you how to drive and told you highschool secrets, like your own older sister. Now, she shoved John away and hugged you even tighter. You wondered how you'd gone all this time without seeking Mary's counsel and support.
Both of their spouses watched on in confused glee, happy that everyone else was so happy. John's wife was the first to bite.
"Hi! I'm Eva." The pretty brunette smiled at you but cocked her head, clearly lost to why her husband was so excited to see you. Then she said, "How long have you and Joe been...?" Eva pointed to where your best friend stood in the archway of the kitchen, and your mother let out a chortle in passing.
"Ah yes..." You turned to Joe with a sly smile. Maybe you'd been sipping too much pre-dinner wine. "I'll never forget the day he untied me from those train tracks!" You reached out to latch onto Joe in a comical way, and even though he winced for show, he held onto you like he might have actually wanted too.
"Who's the actor here, y/n?" Mrs. Mazzello joked, batting your arm with a laugh.
"Joe has just been using me for my many talents all these years. I taught him everything he knows." You shrugged with one arm still looped around your friend's neck.
"Those were the days." Joe reminisced with a snicker, keeping his relaxed hold around you.
John was quick to disperse your make-believe bubble to explain to his wife exactly who you were.
"This is y/n. The girl in all our pictures in the hallway." John gestured toward the corner where dozen of snapshots hung of their family at parties and graduations. A handful of which you and your mother happened to sneak into the background of over the years. "She's practically a Mazzello."
"Oh my God." Eva's face fell, and she turned to you with a serious gaze. "I'm so sorry, I've heard so much about you but never- oh, come here." And she pulled you into a hug all the same. John and Mary gathered their excited offspring and made them each introduce themselves to you, well besides the tiniest babies who couldn't. You barely had time to gush over the families before dinner was served.
Everyone devoured plates full of well-cooked food, laughing over things you somehow still understood. Christmas hadn't felt so warm in years. You and Joe moved through even more wine, sharing glances like a secret code when his weird uncle started rambling about politics. When dinner was over, everyone was still happy to linger around together.
When everyone gathered in the living room, you excused yourself to the bathroom. On your trip back down the hallway, a tiny giggle stopped you from rejoining the party just yet. Mary's littlest babe was clinging to the open doorway of Mr. Mazzello's office, a space with oak bookshelves and a writing desk to match. Joe's father could be found there, working until it was time for dinner.
The baby was babbling, pointing into the dark office. He stumbled into the shadows and turned his head before he shifted and looked at you. The baby screwed his brows together and started to ask a question using the only syllables he knew to use.
And somehow, you realized he was looking for Joe's dad. The little boy spun in the doorway again before he wobbled right toward you. Simultaneously, Mary floated down the hall with a baby bag over her shoulder. She must have been looking for the kid. He was reaching up and pulling on your sweater, now.
"I think he wants to go in there." You spoke softly, watching Mary's baby point back toward the dark office. When you looked back up toward Mary her eyes were glossy. She shared a silent glance with you before she bent down to her boy's level. He kept babbling and waving back toward the office.
"He's not there, sweetheart," Mary whispered, smoothing back her baby's hair and breaking your heart. She lifted the kid to her hip and cocked her head, a signal for you to follow.
The office was warm and smelt like cinnamon, not because of Christmas time, but because it always did. Mary flicked the Tiffany lamp on and the room filled with spots of amber light. There were papers scattered on the desk and a chair filled some costumes in the corner like someone was meant to come in and do work at any moment.
"Dad used to let the kids sit in here while he worked." Mary sniffled, while the baby in her arms reached out to touch the book shelve before him. It was filled with awards and photos and crafts.
"I was always afraid to come in and interrupt business." You breathed a laugh, floating closer to monitor the shelve. Right between a photo of Joe and his father at the grand canyon, and a handpainted candle vase, something caught your eye.
There was a Polaroid. You had a camera for a month before one of your friends stole it. With it, someone had taken a photo of you with Joe's dad at play practice. Joe was away that summer, filming and you needed something to do. Your highschool was putting on a production of Grease, the ancient choir director conveniently passed away a week before your first rehearsal, so Joe's dad stepped in to help, last minute. Somehow you ended up as a Pink Lady, without a name or any lines. Joe's dad let you keep that jacket. You gave the Polaroid to Mr. Mazzello as thanks, during the wrap party. Despite having no lines, you were a shite actor, but Joe's dad took it easy on you. That was just one example of the way he'd always sort of looked out for you, you realized.
Mary noticed the photo your gaze was fixated on and said: "You're family, y/n. And I'm glad you're back home."
You couldn't tell if she knew what you'd been through but above all things, you knew Mary was wise enough to read you like she always had. Her baby had retracted away from curiosity and curled into his mother's arm. She noted that it was probably bedtime for all the kids and started to leave her father's old office. You were left alone to turn the light off. Leaving that room on your own terms was the first goodbye you'd said in months that brought you any kind of peace.
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Your mother left home in a sequined shaw with a camera around her neck. At midnight, a new year would begin, but someone was getting married before then. She invited you along to help take photos, But just days before, you'd made plans of your own. With Joe. He said there were some people from town throwing a party and he'd been invited long ago. Joe asked you to join him, saying something about how he probably would only go if you came along. Something about that made you agree.
So you slipped into some old dress you'd bought in Wales and made a mental note to go on a shopping spree, soon. Joe showed up at your door, dressed for the occasion too. Tonight felt like more of a step outside of your comfort zone, than a simple New Year's Eve party. But even so, falling back into your old spot at Joe's side was natural, and you didn't have time to dwell on the inner workings of things while he sang along to some old Britney Spears album the entire car ride, begging you to join in. By the time you arrived at the party, you almost forgot that Joe's version of carpool karaoke wasn't the main event of the evening.
He kept one hand steady on your shoulder as you walked from the parking lot and into some modernly styled club. Inside, clear bulbs were strung from one sleek pilar to another. One too many bodies occupied the dance floor while those left behind took up nearly every table and booth insight. Joe directed you toward the bar top where two miraculously free seats called your names.
Just then, someone recognized your friend. A tall man in a dark suit called Joe's name as you eased onto the bar stool. You didn't recognize the guy, and the bartender was asking what you wanted. So you ordered two of the same bourbons and turned back to see Joe rolling his eyes while the stranger was walking away.
"I can never remember his name," Joe admitted, leaning toward you. You chuckled and started to respond when another voice cut through the crowd.
"Joey!" The high pitched squeak hurt your head, and when you turned to see who it belonged to, nothing made sense. Lacy Duval was prancing toward the both of you in a tight sparkly dress. The only thing you knew about Lacy Duval, was that in high school, she was two grades below you, but somehow always ended up mingling with everyone in your class. So it wasn't surprising to see she'd recognized one of you, but it was a bit unsettling to see how excitedly Lacy dashed your way. And it was furthermore of a shock to you to find Joe waving to her with a wide smile, like they'd really known each other.
"I'm so glad you could make it, I've been looking around for you all night!" The girl with silvery blonde hair and a matching bright smile gushed. The bartender slid your drink near your elbow and you grinned his way as thanks.
"Well, it is only 9:30." Joe laughed. Then he reached over and rested a hand on your knee. "You remember y/n right?"
"Of course I do." Lacy turned her smile toward you.
"Hi, Lacy." You smiled back, raising your bourbon for a sip. Another set of faces emerged from the party, and you vaguely recognized them. They knew your name and warmly greeted you. But their interest lied in Joe, of course. They talked him into coming with them to meet someone on the other side of the room.
"Don't worry, I'll save your spot!" Lacy giggled in a way that made you kind of want to leave and go back home. But you just sipped your bourbon and smiled at Joe when he turned to you with a sorry shrug. Lacy slinked past Joe as the strangers pulled him in their tow. Somehow while the only person you knew disappeared into the crowd, you managed to down your bourbon until it was gone. You asked for another.
Then, without prompt or consent, Lacy crossed her silky legs and began to tell you a story you never asked to hear. She explained how a couple of summers ago, Joe was in town filming his very own movie. You knew all about it. You were still in touch with him then. But according to Lacy, she was there. She twirled her hair around a finger while she told you how Joe and his cast would sometimes stop in the all-night diner she worked at back then, and how she would hang around with them when no other customers stopped in. According to Lacy, Joe personally invited her to the wrap party.
"We hung out a lot." Lacy propped her elbow on the bar and her head in her hand. "We didn't see much of each other until his dad got sick, or whatever. We did hang out more when he was home for that."
Your bourbon was gone again. So you asked for a shot of whiskey.
"About time he showed up tonight." Lacy smiled, her teeth sparkling like the glitter her dress was made of. "We've had plans."
"Well, Happy New Year." You smiled. Was she finally done talking? Someone just as scantily clad and pretty spotted Lacy and hurried up to her for a hug. Your whiskey arrived as the girls scurried into the crowd arm in arm without so much as a goodbye your way. You watched Lacy work the room as she moved through it, keeping that giant smile turned up all the way even when no one was looking. Before you could look away, Joe appeared as if he was making his way back to the bar. Lacy had spotted him too, apparently, and moved like a cheetah to corner him on the dance floor.
So, you were alone now. You could be home alone, but you weren't so, you took your shot of whiskey to try and calm your nerves. This party was way out of your league. You didn't know anyone, not even the people who seemed to vaguely remember you. And the music was pretty obnoxious. But as soon as these thoughts plagued you, a familiar face came into view. Some boy you'd known from high school took Lacy's spot on the barstool at your side. He was your first student, the year you taught your peers to play the piano for some extra cash, freshman year. The guy seemed genuinely glad to see you now, and you had always wondered what happened to him after high school. After catching up for a while, asking a few questions you always wanted to ask him, the guy had one of his own.
"Aren't you married, or something? The last time I saw Joe, he said you were living with some guys in the UK."
Whoa, you were not ready for that one. You sort of hoped everyone had decided you fell off the face of the earth. That thought always eased your mind when it began to wonder what people might ask you, when you moved back home. You hadn't properly prepared an answer for times like these...
"Oh, nope not married." You managed to remain cool under pressure, as the guy nodded in understanding. But of course, he didn't really understand. And he didn't know your throat was going dry at the thought of Kris. You politely excused yourself and headed toward the restrooms.
It wasn't even eleven o'clock, yet but the place was packed with party animals and the only people your recognized were across the floor. Lacy was looping her arm around Joe as she motioned for him to meet someone you couldn't see. The rest of the crowd were blank faces.
Maybe it was the drinks you'd downed so quickly. Or the fact that you still felt like shite at the simple thought of what happened to Kris. You had stopped missing him sometime long before he died; when he skipped town on your last birthday and gave you a present a few months later like an afterthought. That's when you really stopped feeling much for Kris at all. But you never got to end things between the two of you on your own terms. That left a million unimportant arguments burning in the back of your mind. By now, you were just pissed that the situation still had such a massive effect on you. Tonight being no exception at all,
Thank God the restroom was empty. You hurried toward the yellow stalls and prayed no one heard you getting sick. The tile floor was sticky and it hurt your knees. Every moment of this night was more uncomfortable than the last... After some time, you stood to better yourself but felt still felt dizzy as you leaned against the sink counter. The party boomed on and your head pounded. Then the bathroom door creaked open.
"Y/n?" Lacy's shrill pitch echoed through the tiled walls. You felt nauseous again.
"Yeah?" You tried to sound normal, bringing the back of your hand to your lips.
"Did you just...?" She trailed off, and you could only muster a tiny nod before hurrying back to the stall to barf again. Lacy's heels clicked toward the door and it slammed shut. Who would want to watch some girl throw up alone on New Year's Eve? You took your sweet time drinking from the faucet and taking deep breaths in the mirror. You decided that the moment you stepped foot back in the party that you were going to have a good time. Or at least pretend a little harder too.
But after you pushed open the restroom door and started to walk into the crowd, a hand grabbed you and spun you back around. It belonged to Joe, and he was pulling you toward the exit.
"We're going home." Joe decided loudly over the annoyingly loud music.
"Oh no, why?" You pretended to dread. He only pulled you close and guided you through the front doors. A few strangers watched on as you left before midnight. The city streets were empty and quiet, and Joe's car looked warm form the outside.
"Lacy said you got sick?"
"Oh, yeah." You shrugged. Your goal wasn't to ruin the party. "We don't have to leave because of me." You felt sick again.
"First of all yes we do. It wouldn't be fun if you feel bad. Secondly, it was already no fun. They were only playing Katy Perry." Joe seemed truly disturbed. You had to laugh. The ride back home was quiet.
Joe parked outside your front door and followed behind as you walked up your porch steps. You stalled with your hand on the doorknob and announced that you planned on starting the new year off with a bubble bath. But declaring the peaceful plan didn't make you feel any less horrid. Then Joe softly assured you that he'd be across the street if you need him.
"You aren't gonna go back to the party?" You wondered. Why wouldn't he?
"Why would I?" Joe furrowed his brow, truly confused. You only chuckled and shook your head as you slowly twisted your doorknob and thanked Joe one last time. Then you went inside, even though it looked like Joe had something to say. He could tell you in the morning, you thought.
You felt better in the stillness of your home, surrounded by warm bubbles and candlelight. You changed your sheets and put on an oversized sweatshirt from Australia, one Joe shipped you as a Christmas gift the year he spent filming there. You watched the time on your phone turn to midnight and wondered if Tegan was having a good time. Last year, she helped you throw a party in the pub, and you didn't shut down until five a.m. This year you were snug in bed, high off the scent of your freshly cleaned sheets and relishing the quiet.
You must have succumbed to sleep, but it wasn't long before you shot awake with a tightness in your chest. Sometimes the nightmares faded as quickly as they appeared, leaving you with a racing heart all the while. It was still quiet and you were still alone. Your phone read two in the morning, and there was a text from your mother announcing she booked a room across the city after her wedding shoot. She wished you a happy new year, and that's when everything really started to crumble for you.
Something about being all alone, in a new space and time made your throat close. Your hands buzzed and tears stung your eyes. Every time you tried to close them, the worse your heart sped up. You had no choice but to let yourself cry a little but still couldn't fall asleep when you learned to breathe again. So you scrolled mindlessly through your phone hoping the internet would distract you long enough to fall asleep again.
Your Instagram feed was flooded with photos of friends in new year party hats with drinks in hand. There was a video of someone's baby comically dancing to auld lang syne, and a series of firework boomerangs. Then- a picture that caused your eyes to roll.
You didn't even realize you were following Lacy Duval. But lo and behold, the newest post on your feed was one of her very own. It was a selfie of her and Joe, from tonight. Her arm was tight around his neck, and he looked happy under the red-tinted lights. There were a few hundred likes, and the first comment you saw, read: "You two again! Looking good as ever."
What the hell did that mean? You wondered enough to click on Lacy's profile. Sure enough, between rows of facetuned selfies, there was a slew of photos of Joe on Lacy's feed. One photo of him wearing her bedazzled sunglasses, another of the two of them sharing a booth at the diner Lacy mentioned before.
Your bedroom suddenly felt like a trap, like your mind wasn't the issue. You felt like you did when you'd been grounded as a kid. So you got out of bed and descended the staircase, flipping a lamp on in the living room. Somehow the change of scenery completely changed your mood. You sank into the sofa among decorative pillows and a quilt you'd left behind some days before.
You nestled there, flipping on the tv and decided to play Parks and Recreation in search of a reason to smile. Then your phone buzzed from the coffee table where you tossed it. It was a text, from Joe.
Hey, you still up?
You glanced up to the telly, then back down at your phone, wondering why he was. You had just been on social media. Maybe Joe noticed you were active. Maybe he'd gone back to the party
after all.
Yep. You good?
A few minutes passed until he responded again.
Want some company?
A tiny laugh escaped your throat. Why would he want to come over at two in the morning? You couldn't understand how Joe had known to offer his company in this moment when you felt the loneliest you had in a long while. You could help but type back that you were unlocking the door and for him to come in whenever he felt like, if he really did.
You sat back down among the den of comforts that was your old sofa, and watched Parks and Recreation with a wandering mind. You weren't even sure what you'd been thinking of until the front door jostled open, and you snapped back from your zone out.
"Happy New Year!" Joe excitedly boasted. He was dressed in joggers and an old sweatshirt, and he held a paper sack close to his chest as he shut the door behind him.
"What's up your sleeve?" You laughed, stretching your arms as you sat up all the way. You watched Joe cross the room to rest his mysterious bag on the coffee table and sit near you on the edge of the sofa. It wasn't quite like your friend had come over for a visit, but rather like he was finally home after a long day. A warmth bloomed in your chest at the thought of Joe existing back in your orbit, and being happy as always to do nothing together.
"Doctors orders." He spoked as he reached into the paper bag. "We've got some overpriced drug store candy. A bag of ginger cookies. A magazine I found with Bruce Springsteen on the cover, and this." Joe named all the things he revealed from the bag one at a time, ending with a small envelope he handed to you. It was a card with the words "Get Well Soon" scrawled in outlandish cursive. Inside was blank, besides the doodled Joe had drawn of a frowny face wearing a droopy party hat. You laughed out loud, glancing up to your friend who looked quite proud.
"Thank you, Joe. You didn't need to come bearing gifts." You gave him a look as you rested the card on the table in front of you. You hadn't even felt sick since after your bath, anyhow.
"Uh, of course I did. Now shut up and try one of these. This was like, twelve dollars." Joe chuckled, reaching for a golden tin of suckers that came in elaborate flavors like ginseng, lavender, and cinnamon.
"You're out of control." You mocked, shaking your head but peering into the tin all the same. "Simply ridiculous."
"So you're saying you don't want one of these?" Joe jeered, pulling the tin away right as you started to reach in. You scoffed a laugh, moving your hand to shove his shoulder in protest.
"'Course I do! You've truly saved the day." You softened, really meaning it. You were having a really rough go of it until he showed back up. Joe reached in for a sucker and you did too, pulling one that was honey flavored. When you settled back into the sofa, happy with your choice, Joe followed suit. His shoulder pressed against yours and a new episode of Parks and Recreation was starting.
"Sorry the party was so lame." Joe pipped up, pouting as he watched the opening theme play through.
"It's okay." You decided after a beat. You could have assured him it wasn't so bad, but it wasn't great. And you really appreciated Joe's efforts to make your night more enjoyable, whether he realized that's what he was doing or not.
"Do you wanna watch something else?" You offered, suddenly realizing you had nothing left to offer him as thanks for everything. Joe shook his head and stuck in sucker in his mouth like a little kid, and you had to laugh over how much this felt like highschool. Then you settled closer near him, enjoying your candy just as well. Joe's arm fell warmly across your shoulders while a couple of episodes played through with Joe's occasional added commentary and bursts of giggles. You laughed too, but your eyes grew heavier with each passing scene. You hadn't even realized you were falling asleep until you felt Joe take your sucker from you loose grasp. Your head had fallen to his shoulder, and your eyes couldn't stay open one second longer. Parks and Rec’s familiar theme song echoed through the room as you dozed off in a flash, the easiest sleep you'd had in weeks.
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Your home was quiet again when morning came. You were laying on the sofa with your favorite quilt gently draped over you. Joe was gone. When you stretched into the morning, you noticed a note on the coffee table, where Joe's slew of presents were left from the night before.
"Happy first day of the rest of forever. Thank's for letting me crash for a while. Maybe next week we can have a real party. This has all been an elaborate excuse to use one those fancy quill pens your mom keeps around.
x o x o."
You snorted at Joe's thoughtfulness, always going out of his way to let you know how he felt. What had you done to deserve his remarkable friendship after all this time? You dwelled on the thought as you tidied up the living room and went about your day.
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Your mother had started traveling for work. She was currently somewhere in Denver, taking photos of some happy couple. Leaving you alone to jump over the last of many legal hurdles you faced after coming back home. All you had to do was get from one place to another, delivering some business to the social security office, to confirm you were living back in the states.
The winter's thickets blanket of snow had been reduced to sheets of melting mush, but last night's bitter winds froze the mess to the ground. You waited around the house long enough for salt trucks and rush hour to wear down the roads before you hopped in the jeep your mother left behind. No big deal, you'd driven dozens of times before... just not for a while. You decided your reward for this nerve-wracking mission would be getting dinner from the best pizza place uptown.
You drove down the block with white knuckles, and onto the highway without even thinking. When you realized how far you'd safely made it, you relaxed enough to sing along to Billy Jole as you drove. This was way easier than you'd hoped.
After successfully delivering your paperwork, you parked in the pizza place lot and ate a piping hot slice behind the wheel while scrolling through social media. Your phone was near dying when you decided to head back home.
Billy Jole was still a great company as you felt your self grow more comfortable behind the wheel. You were in complete control and everything was fine.
Until a loud unsettling POP came from somewhere outside your vehicle. Your car had obviously just blown a tire, slumping to the left in the middle of the highway. As you held your breath and tried to slow down, your remaining tires lost traction on a rouge patch of ice.
"Shitshitshitshit!"
Your car gracefully slid off the road toward a speed limit sign, scraped against the pole and spun around to a halt.
"Damn it!" You cried, tearing your white knuckles from the wheel and covering your face in your hands. Your heart was pounding and your throat closed shut, but a pathetic cry still managed to escape.
A couple of cars breezed by, leaving the highway otherwise empty while you sat trying to pull yourself together.
You weren't hurt. The radio was still blaring Scenes From An Italian Restaurant. It was a little cold, but you were okay. That's what you kept repeating over and over until your hands stopped shaking and you could breathe a little better than before.
"Oh shit." You whimpered, hopping out of the car to monitor the front left tire. The rubber smoking, peeling away from the rim. You hurried back in your car and found your phone was only at nine percent. Who were you even going to call forty minutes away from home?
Oh, that's right, no one lived there anymore. Joe was in the city again. Mary was a lawyer and John-
You pulled your phone to your ear as it rang.
"Hello?"
"John? Hey, you live uptown don't you?" He said so at Christmas.
"I do! Stopping by to reminisce?" He laughed.
"I have a really huge favor to ask."
"Is everything okay?"
"Yeah, well, I'm having some car troubles." You explained where you had been left stranded on the highway and how it all happened. How your phone was dying and you needed to call a towing service.
John promised he was right on his way, and you were able to call a service to come and get your car while you waited for a ride of your own.
His blue Buick slowed and eased off the side of the road only fifteen minutes later. John stepped into the frost-covered grass and leaned toward your open driver's window as you collected your things.
"Did you get through to a towing service?" He asked right away.
"They should be here in no time." You assured, and right as you had, a truck came creeping toward you from the other side of the road. By the time everything was sorted out and you eased into John's passenger seat, it was nearly nightfall. He cranked up the heating vents as you glanced around, noticing a car seat in the back, piled with a few bright children's books.
"Man I can't believe baby John has his own baby now." You beamed, turning to face Joe's little brother. He chuckled, stealing a glance your way while pulling back onto the road.
"Almost four, I wish he was still a baby."
"Yeah," You halfheartedly agreed. You wished you could have been around to know the families as they grew. You'd missed out on so much, and for what?
"So what's it like being back? Christmas felt like it always used too." John smiled, easy-going as always. Funny how he saved the day and went on chatting as if it wasn't a big deal, you thought. Weren't you the one supposed to be rescuing him from silly little mishaps like these? Maybe this was an all-new alternate reality.
"I was glad to be there. It had been far too long." You breathed, glancing out the window to the cold grey highway.
"Eva still feels bad for not recognizing you right away." John laughed. You couldn't help but chuckle, too.
"Oh, how could she?" You wondered. You hadn't been around. But you didn't want to dwell on that anymore. "It's not the first time someone thought I was Joe's hot date." You chuckled light-heartedly.
"I'm sure it won't be the last." John rose a brow, like he might have had more to say. But after a beat, he went on rambling about how glad he was that you'd been at the first Christmas his dad was absent from. How things felt less grim than he expected. And how he was glad to know space nor time could keep you from crashing the party.
When John dropped you off back home, you couldn't decide whether to laugh or cry. You concluded that the indecision was better than falling into your usual downward spiral, and hoped things would only get better from here...
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Miscellaneous stuff from a character discussion chat in a BNHA rp server that I'm apart of, found these gems recently and decided to share them with ya'll out of boredom, (some of these are very old btw):
Someone: "so your willing to risk your life for this? Thats noble but.. you do know there's a high chance for death right?"
Jade: "oh yeah, I know. im mainly just agreeing to this because I think I can outrun anything."
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Jade: is pissed off "I may smile all the time honey, but I've got a mean f*cking back hand and I'm not afraid to use it on your ugly a** :) "
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Jade: "if I run at them, they will most certainly catch me in their arms." runs at friend and both topple over, braking a table in the process on their way to the ground.
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Villian: is very confused and expected something different. "um.. what are you wearing..?"
Jade: wearing mixed matched clothes from different aesthetic genres. "it's my ass kicking outfit b*tch!"
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Jade: trying to sound smart but is also very tired. "steampunk is only a thing because some goths discovered the color brown."
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Jade: yells at bad guys "I'm 8 ounches of whoop-ass!"
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Jade: proceeds to scare everyone as a jump scare happens while watching a horror movie, then proceeds to get pelted with pillows.
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Villian: "why don't you just go down and die with diginity??"
Jade: "HA jokes on you! I don't do anything with dignity!"
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Jade: being forced to watch over kids and gets bored so she decides to mess with them in order to entertain herself "now remember kids, rats are the capri-suns of the vampire world!"
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Jade: walks into her therapists office "hello person with a degree! I'm here to tell you why I'm broken."
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Jade: franticly texting her classmates while unknowingly in a villains lair/villian territory "this is a mass text- DOES ANYONE KNOW WE'RE I AM?"
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Jade: looks at her the angery rival whos busy trying to be edgy "pff, who is this sad lost child?"
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Person: "hehe people love me! I'm like cupid~"
Jade: "your a whore with a bow & arrow."
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Person: "lol I've never seen someone so pathetic!"
Jade: "oh, did you look in a mirror?"
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Friend: "um.. why are you so quiet today?"
Jade: "no one plans murder out loud.."
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Jade: "well that was fun!"
Person: "no it wasn't, we went to jail!!"
Jade: "nah, we went to Holland. Big difference."
(If you get this reference, your amazing)
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Jade: "I saw a piece of shit on the ground the other day and it reminded me of you."
Iro: "yeah? Well that piece of shit probably gets more looks then your gremlin lookin' ass."
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Villain: "I'm gonna kill you! I'm so powerful, not even all of you combined can stop me!"
Class 1-A: "yeah um.. we don't think Jade will let us die.. let us ask her tho." looks at jade. "hey this Villain says-"
Villain: "that's not how this works-"
Jade: looking at her classmates with a super serious expression and cracking her knuckles. "No."
Class 1-A: turns back to the Villain and shrugs. "yeah, she said no."
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Jade: "you ever just think that.. sweet-tarts are just sour smarties..? And that rice is just boiled wheat?"
Person: "jade.. how high are you?"
Jade: "huh? Oh.. about, like 5'6."
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Jade: "positive words of the day: if your ever sad, just remember- Doofenshmirtz's girlfriend left him for a whale."
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Jade: "I'd sell you to Satan for one corn chip."
Rival: "last week when someone called me weak during training; you tackled them and broke their jaw with your bare hands out of anger."
Jade: "..."
Rival: "..."
Jade: "irrelevant."
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Jade: "I don't know why people think driving is so hard, it's just like Mario cart except slower.. and you can't throw blue shells at people."
Parents: "okay.. that settles it, your never driving."
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Jade: talking to a bully "I'm only gonna say this once- DO NOT f*ck with my friends. I have watched way to many crime shows, and I know how to get away with things."
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Jade: "I like a nice nap, my naps can last up to 3 hours. Some call that depression- I call it nap time."
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Jade: "what do you mean? I'm always calm and rational with minor inconveniences!"
Friend: "you had a mental brake down yesterday when we were out of gummy worms."
Jade: "so? Their my favorite.."
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Jade: smirks while looking out the window.
Friend: "hm? What'cha smiling at over there Jade-"
Person: "she set the old golf course on fire to see what would burn."
Jade: filled with glee and holding back laughter. "Hehe-..everything's ablaze."
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Jade: is out with friends one night and parents get brung up in the conversation. "..."
Jade: looks off into the distense and into the depths of the city and raises her middle finger. "f*ck you dad."
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Friend: has all the sads
Jade: le gasp "don't worry! I have emotional jumper cables!"
Jade: hugs friend then locks her hands together while her arms are around them.
Friend: confused "um.. Jade, this is just a hug-.."
Jade: "yeah, but.. is it working?" smiles happily like a lil kid
Friend: "..."
Friend: "maybe.."
Jade: :D
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Child Jade: "i don't understand why you are scared to meet new people, strangers are just friends you haven't met yet!"
Friend: "that's how you get mugged or murdered.."
Child Jade: "..hmmm... would they stab me with friendship..?"
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Apolaki: at the theme park "how much for the horse tornado??"
Jade: "it's called a carousel.."
Amusment Park Worker: "sir, It's not for sale."
Apolaki: quietly to himself 'I must have it..!'
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Person: "so you guys got kicked out of the movies? Uuh.. do i even nedd to ask why?"
Jade: "Iro and I were yelling diving scores as people were jumping of the boat in titanic."
Person: "wtf-"
Iro: "that last guy was a solid eight let me tell you."
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Dad: "why can't you just be normal for once??"
Jade: "oohh I don't know, why can't you be a good father for once?"
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Jade: "studying? Heh more like student dying! Am I right or am I right?"
Person: "um.. Jade, are you ok..?"
Jade: "nope! Ha ha.., I've been awake for 103 hours."
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Jade: "no no no- I'm fine, it was pretty cool! I went in there and he was all like 'Knife to meet you' and then stabbed me-"
Gin: "JADE YOU WERE STABBED- !?"
Jade: "yeah but, you don't understand- he made a PUN Gin."
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Jade: "how to you orangize a galactic party?"
Rival: "I don't really care, but how?"
Jade: "hehe, you.. Planet !"
Rival: "get tf out.."
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Person: "Im like Belle because she loves books and likes people for their souls."
Jade: "I'm like Tinkerbelle because she needs attention and love or else she dies."
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Jade: singing "I want to see my little boy~"
Harper: walks into the room while holding up Apolaki "here he comes~!'
Jade: throwing confetti "I want to see my little boy~!"
Apolaki: *has no idea what vine is, so is very confused*
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Uda over text: "I miss those bro posts, bro."
Kumoji over text: "I miss your eyes, bro."
Uda: "bro.." :0
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Uda: "if I run and jump at Kumoji, he will most certainly catch me in his arms!" runs full speed at Kumoji
Kumoji: steps to the side to avoid it
Uda: runs into the wall "oOf
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Jade: "um.. what'cha got there Uda?"
Uda: standing in front of a lion that he stole from the zoo, and that he put a leash & a hat on while holding a drink "a smoothie."
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Jade: "I want to look like a snack this summer, but I keep f*cking eating them."
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Jade: "limes are the off brand warheads of the lemon world."
Kanna: "uuh yeah hey-, what the f*ck does this mean??"
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Child Jade: "when I become 99 pounds I want to eat 1 pound of sugar, so that I can be 1% candy!"
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Jade: dancing around and singing like like a Disney princess "i wish to venture in the great wide somewhere~"
Kanna: opens door "you can do that, no one's stopping you."
Jade: flops onto her bed "but not today cuz I am tired~"
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Person: gets a bruise or small cut "ouchies I have a boo boo! Looks like I can't do anything at all till it heals." :)
Jade: Is literally deku during the end of the training camp arc with cuts, bruises, a significant loss of blood, and two broken arms "let's do this- come at me bish."
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Jade: "eh whatever, I'll do whatever I want when I'm 80."
Kanna: "if your alive by 80 I DEMAND A MEDICAL EXPLAINATION"
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Jade: "you ever think about how.. the brain named itself?"
Kanna: sigh "its too early for this late night shit.."
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Uda, Gin, and Jade: finds a villain disguised as a injured civilian who looks close to death
Jade: in a monokuma voice internally: "pupupupupu~ a body has been discovered!" externally: "oh no-"
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Jade: "one time I passed by Kanna in the hallway. it looked like she was eating a apple, but when I got closer, I realised.. she was eating a whole bell pepper.."
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Jade: puts on fancy overly bedazzled sunglasses "words can't hurt me, these shades are gucci."
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Jade at the end of a long school day: "goodbye everyone! I'll remember you all in therapy."
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After a hectic week I can finally sit down and dedicate the next hour or so to continue my story because I really want to get to the part which I'd like to hear your opinion - and everyone else's - about!! ☆ Long Story Anon
So we kept messaging for the following days, both busy with our respective classes; but before I knew it and I can't say I was surprised, he invited me to do something again less than a week later. We're from a considerably small city, there isn't much to do around here, so we had a hard time coming up with an idea. Well, he suggested to pick me up and we'd go back to his house to eat something, to which I agreed. I was with my friend and we were both jumping around from excitement ☆ 1
Needless to say my friends all loved him; they were happy that after such a long time and with such bad luck in love I finally found what seemed to be the last guy on earth who was worth more than two seconds of my life. I knew going to his house implied something more serious than making out could happen, but honestly I didn't mind if it did. In context, he lived with his little brother and parents; where we're from it's common at our age to still live at home since we've not graduated yet ☆2
But he'd mentioned during the first date that his parents were away for an anniversary holiday and his little brother was staying with the oldest one who lived in his own apartment with his fiance; meaning we had the house for ourselves. As planned he picked me up and took me there, had some food delivered and we watched terrible horror films on netflix. He'd cheesily try to put his arm around me on the couch and I'd move closer, ending up snuggled together with my heart about to burst ☆ 3
At one point both brothers and the fiance show up with some food, for some reason and that's when I knew half his family on the second date lol. But they moved upstairs quite quickly after eating and left us alone to watch the movies. Eventually he'd kiss my cheek, not-so-subtly letting me know he wanted to KISS-kiss me, but me being the nervous little shit I am didn't really know what to do. It'd been two whole years since I even attempted to make out with someone!! ☆ 4
So he had to move even closer and he said, which I'll never forget: "you're so shy", which I wasn't surprised about, it's not common for a 22 year old to be that reserved, I guess, but with a little bit of patience that single moment turned into the best first kiss I've ever had. I was so scared he'd be a terrible kisser, like I'd experienced before bc that's just a deal breaker for me and everything else about him was so perfect; but boy...was I wrong. We ended up making out for so long that ☆5
Our lips hurt, and he didn't even try to go too far, already noticing that I wasn't the kind of girl to tear off our clothes and start fucking (not that I didn't wish I were lol), so he just held me tight and took me home eventually. God, the memory of his kisses will never leave my mind. To this day I still get butterflies because it was the kind of kiss that makes you feel like your bodies fit together and makes your toes curl :') ☆ 6
im so soft for you and him already :”)))) it’s so sweet that he wasn't afraid of scaring you off and still went for it!! a lot of guys i know are hesitant about dating an inexperienced girl bc they’re scared they will scare her off, and once my friend asked me how he should chase after a girl who has never dated. i literally got so pissed lmao i just said “just fucking treat her like a fucking normal person!!! what are you intending to do that might scare her off???”
We had a third date after that, about a week later. We went out to eat and it was the day he started posting instagram stories with me and tbh I was surprised. In our generation it takes more than just a couple of dates for a guy to 'announce' he's not 'single' anymore. You know, like if he had intention of seeing other girls at the same time he wouldn't be parading me around for everyone to see, which only fed my hopes of him being 'the one' even more ☆ 7
omg yes :/ the dating culture is so complicated lmao like ppl can be going out with different people at the same time and there’s a certain time after which you’re considered exclusive... it’s so tiring tbh
Another week passed and out of the blue he was asking me to meet his parents. He was very lowkey about it; he said he missed me, mentioning they'd returned from NY and asking if we could meet again that night, but "my parents would be there too, is that a problem?" lol. So I said no, obviously, even though I was shitting my pants, I'd never met a boy's parents in that context before but he seemed excited. He picked me up and we drove back to his place where they were waiting for me ☆ 8
I decided I didn't want to read too much into it back then, but still couldn't help but notice that the older borther+fiance had dropped plans to go to dinner with us so 'the whole family would be there to meet me'. Did that mean him bringing a girl home wasn't that common? Was I actually that special? As if I didn't notice myself falling fast and hard for me enough, his whole family welcomed me with huge open arms. His little brother, extroverted as they come at the age of 10 did everything ☆9
To include me in the conversations; the older brother would tell embarrassing stories. The parents, both doctors, both dating since college and pretty much the whole family (fiancee included) were some of the most welcoming people I'd ever met. They treated me like a family member from the very beginning and noticing how nervous I was they would try to make the dinner as easy going as they could. The guy in question, let's call him Jed? Would hold my hand under the table to calm me down ☆ 10
Or rub soothing circles over my the fabric of my jeans to distract me when a family member would embarrass him. I fell in love with his family as fast as I fell in love with him and I just couldn't believe I'd found someone so perfect. We'd make out until our lips were sore and he'd drop me off at home always leaving me with a feeling of sadness that I had to say goodbye. He made me so happy that I started to go out more, meeting my friends I was just in such a good mood because of him ☆ 11
no you must have been so nervous!!!!! i mean i get that he was low key but still... parents are a big deal. i hope his intentions were rly pure and that he was that into you!! but im glad they were nice :”)
I'd even dare to say he made me a better person in ways only I can understand. He'd text me what he was doing or who he was with every day, all the time, even if I didn't ask -which I never did. Sure, he wasn't perfect; sometimes he'd forget we had plans. I have a feeling he lied to me a couple of times but about nothing really major; sometimes he'd be in a bad mood and be sarcastic and annoying af but honestly nothing too bad. All in all I had absolutely nothing to complain about him☆ 12
It wasn't until around a month and a half into the 'relationship' that we went out for drinks and then back to his place that he tried to have sex with me (he'd waited to bring it up more than any other guy I'd ever met lol). I didn't directly tell him I was a virgin, he kinda guessed, and he was more than okay with it, even saying 'I'll wait as long as you want to'; and damn I didn't really want to wait that long, it was just that the time was never right! ☆ 13
At this point we'd both had dinner with his parents several times already. They told me in that household they'd set the habit of having dinner together every night, and were more than happy to let me into their little tradition. At more casual nights we'd sit down and watch some film on netflix, the parents and little brother always moving upstairs at the end and leaving us both alone to make out some more lol. I was even invited to his dad's birthday dinner at a fancy ass restaurant ☆ 14
this is so cute 😭 im just very ugh whenever a guy kinda hints at sex bc dude u gotta make me WANT it not just ask for it :/ but it sounds like he was super respectful!! and tbh im just very bad with other ppl’s parents, but his sounds rly perfect 😭 do such ppl even exist??? i cant even remember the last time i ate w my family :/
So by the third month I already felt part of that family tbh. I'd cooked alongside the mother like lifelong friends, and sat down for coffee after dinner to talk about how fast technology is moving with his dad. His little brother would tell jokes or ask me to teach him some guitar and I think they began to love me as much and as fast as I loved them, honestly. I was even invited to the dog's birthday part lmfao I was just unable to attend but was kindly provided with video memories ☆ 15
Everything was going so perfect, I think we could've lasted so much longer but maybe just the timing wasn't right. I still remember him dearly though, but back then I had my heart broken so bad that I simply wish I'd never met him. What hurt the most was growing so attached to his family and then out of the blue, and without a single chance to say goodbye I never saw any of them again. I should've known life isn't a movie or a book and nothing that starts so well can end just as happily ☆ 16
WHY ARE YOU USING PAST TENSE?????????? NO!!!!!!!!!!! IM SO SHAKEN RIGHT NOW bc this feels like that part in a book where the author’s just leading u towards that horribly devastating ending and that’s exactly what ur doing 😭
The last night I went to his house - btw we never visited MY house because MY family as much as I love them to death aren't as welcoming as his was with me, so until I knew FOR SURE this guy and I were serious, I decided to suggest activities that required not being at my place lol - the whole evening started weirdly. He'd been taking longer than usual to text me, and it was getting too late so I though we just weren't doing anything but he insisted he wanted to see me ☆ 17
And fuck, I wanted to see him to, once or twice a week just wasn't enough anymore and I missed his touch so badly. So I agreed for him to pick me up, even though he kind of strung me along for a few hours. By the time he picked me up I hadn't eaten, not knowing wth we were going to do but he said he'd had dinner before picking me up. Why would he though? He knew we had plans, which usually involved dinner, why not wait for me for eating? Either way, I'd missed him, I wasn't about to fight ☆ 18
We reached his place and his mom was already going upstairs for sleeping along with the little brother; the father was performing a surgery so we were alone at the living room together. He was a little tense and I didn't understand why, he said he was tired because he'd had class up until late and I asked if he just wanted me to leave but he asked me not to; he wanted to see me, he wanted me to stay. We cuddled on the couch and I had to wake him back up several times, growing annoyed ☆ 19
And when the dad got home he quickly got up and pretended to do something in the kitchen. The man had to eat and we had to wait for him to leave to sit back together, the whole situation was awkward af. I was wondering if I should just call a cab and leave, but he insisted not to. At around 2am (it was a friday) while making out he asked if I wanted to go up to his room, to which I said yes. He knew what that meant, so he was excited about it, going upstairs to check if his room was clear ☆ 20
Damn, I hit ask limit again :'( I'll have to leave it here right now but I swear I'll get to the point eventually lol I'm sorry!! also thank you for giving me your patience and space to tell this story, I feel like this way I can tell it without filters about what really happened or how I felt and actually receive honest unbiased opinions
omg i literally cannot believe u ended right there??????? i hate tumblr’s ask limit. im on the edge of my seat right now!!! thank you for taking the time to send me these, im so invested in ur story now its insane!!
come back whenever you have time bb
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Could you write a scenario where RFA + V and Saeran decided to prank MC (because it’s haLLOWEN) by scaring her while she was wandering around 707’s bunker? Sorry for disturbing you. ^^"
A/N: You aren’tdisturbing me, love!!! hhmm im gonna do my best here! ^^ I’m gonna mix it upand do a fic for this because can you imagine all of them trying to do it ~atonce~
Words: 3,830
Pairings: None!
Theme: RFSpook!
Warnings: Um, slight gore mentions? But it’s all costumes, I swear! But it’s here as a warning!
Under a cut due to length!
Masterlist~
Of course Saeyoungwanted to have a personal party at his bunker, and of course he had to go allout and completely decorate it for Halloween. I’m talking the dark ambiance,the skeletons, the spider webs you were positive were real and probably droveVanderwood crazy- you were positive he even had his bunker renovated solely forthis party. You don’t remember him having a literaltrap door in front of his door before- password yes, trap door no.
When you arrived tothe front door, you knew better than to stand right in front of it. That doorin the floor was not subtle, not even in the slightest. You rang the bell andhoped he would hear it, considering you could hear his Spooky Mix Soundtrack, Tape 7 (you knew that was its name becausethat’s all he would mention in the group chat for weeks) blaring throughsurround sound speakers. The door seemed to creak open enough to show it haddone it on its own. You sighed, knowing that agreeing to this “party”was already a mistake. You pushed the door open all the way, peeking in andcalling out for Saeyoung. When there wasn’t an answer, you stepped in andclosed the door behind you. You debated turning around and leaving, honestly.
The inside of hisbunker looked nothing like it normally did. It looked like a completely newhouse. You thought he only decorated intensely outside- you were wrong. Youstood in the entryway, taking in the scene before you. The music switched tosomething ominous and a terrifyingly echo of a laugh traveled through thehouse. Saeyoung, what the fuck?
And with that, thescreen turned black and retracted back into the ceiling. You blinked inconfusion and shook your head in annoyance. ‘Why? Why can’t we have a nice,normal get together?’ You thought to yourself. You loved them all and normallyhad fun, but you weren’t the type to scare easily. Not to mention, you wereready from some treats, not this trick.
You moved forward,walking down a hall lined with old portraits. The eyes followed you as youwalked- but you paid them no mind. You figured it was Saeyoung attempting tohide his cameras to watch you. How long was this hallway? You’ve been walkingfor around 5 minutes, this is way too long. You stop and watch as you movebackwards without your feet lifting. You look down to find the floor had beenturned into a moving walkway. You give an unamused look to the closest paintingbefore taking large steps to make it to the end, jumping off of the walkway toventure on.
The room beyond thehallway held nothing but a large standing mirror in the middle of it and a dooropposite the one you came in from. You looked around, turning quickly when thedoor slammed shut behind you. Why would there just randomly be a mirror inhere? What kind of joke was this? Looking behind it, you see nothing and noone. After a few minutes of trying to open either door and trying to find anysort of clue on how to get out, you stand in front of this mirror.
You check out youroutfit- should you have worn a better costume? Did you make it too simple? Yourmundane thoughts were cut short when you start to notice the room filling withfog. The once clear image of yourself was quickly becoming a blur as the mirrorfogged up as well. Suddenly, a hand smacked from the other side of the mirror,dragging down to leave behind streaks- you watched as it fogged back up. ‘Isthat it?’ you thought to yourself, ‘Is it really just some weird projectionscreen? Do they think fog is gonna scare me?’ Words started to scribble out onthe mirror, you read them each out loud as they showed up.
“'Hello, MC. I’mwatching.. you… Would you… like to see… me? Just.. close your eyes.. andstep.. through.. I won’t.. bite…’ Wait- I know that handwriting,” yourealized, shooting a disgruntled look behind the mirror quickly to watch acertain small, blonde boy in a creepy, bloody monster costume jump and squealat your movement.
“MC! You weresupposed to be scared, not scare me!” he whined, “Were you even alittle afraid?” When you shook your head, he threw his hands up inexasperation before dropping them to cross his arms and curl his lip into apout. “That isn’t fair. I looked on the internet for weeks on how do this!I had to ask Saeyoung for help! ….Really, not even a little bit?” Youoffered him a sympathy shrug and had to pat the back of his head gently when hethrew his forehead against your shoulder to pout and cry a little about. Youheard mumbles of 'I’m a man’ and 'I can be scary too’. He sent you on your waythrough the door to move on to the next room. You had to give it to Saeyoung,he went all out in renovating just for this haunted house.
The next room was setup like an old school library- books lined the walls, floor to ceiling. A deskwith a large, cushion chair pushed towards the side of the room. Like theprevious room, the door slammed shut and you assumed it was already locked. Youlooked around, watching for the next so called 'scare’ so you could move on.The lights started to flicker and shut off. The window to the room screeched asthe wind and rain pounded against it. Lightning illuminated the room for meremoments, you knew how this was going to play out, so you stand and wait untilyou see a large, dark figure in front of you. With each crack of light, thefigure came closer and closer, until it was right in front of you and threwtheir arms open, revealing themselves from under their cape, letting out aloud, deep “boo”.
With the flick of yourwrist, you turn on your phone flashlight and find yourself face to face with acertain Jumin Han, with his tongue out between his face vampire fangs, lookingas unamused as you did.
“I will, uh, suckyour blood, MC. Bleh bleh bleh.” he said, bringing his hands up to make aslight 'rawr’ action. You stared at him, dead in the eye, face void of allemotion. He gave a soft shrug before standing up straight. “I made myattempt. I didn’t wish to really participate in this, but we know how Saeyoung canbe,” he elegantly produced a key from the sleeve of his shirt, offering itto you before gesturing to the large door behind him. “Feel free to keepgoing, MC. You’ve got quite a few to get through before we can have our party.I’ll make sure to keep a glass of wine just for you.”
The next room was setup like an eloquent dining room. A table dawned with a crisp white table clothand silver cloche in the middle of it, shiny and inviting. That would be whereyou’d have to go- but maybe they were tricky and did it to throw you off.
You don’t even botherwith the doors, anymore. You know you need to find the key to get out. The fasteryou’re out, the faster this party and go on, and the faster you can make ithome to eat that candy you tried convincing yourself you would share.
Looking through all ofthe napkins that lined different tables, you found nothing- you sighed. Youwere going to have to take it upon yourself to look under the cloche. Who’sroom was this? What was waiting under there?
You lifted it upquickly, already expecting something to jump out at you. Instead, you take alook at Jaehee’s head- bloody, pale, and a fountain pen right through her eye.You blinked, frowning a little bit. Reaching out, you touched a little bit ofthe blood dripping down her face.
Her hand shot out fromunder the table, grabbing onto your leg. You didn’t even flinch.
“Really, MC? Eventhat didn’t frighten you? Hmm. Was it the makeup? Was it not scaryenough?” She removed her head from the hole in the table and popped outfrom under the tablecloth. She was dressed in one of her older work suits.
“It’s hard tobelieve it when it smells like strawberry jam,” you remarked, licking offthe jam from your finger, “Dare I even ask about your costume? You’re in adining room, shouldn’t you be in more.. food related attire?”
“I have to workon paperwork after this party. I figured I’d make my costume realistic to whatmy emotions will be later on,” she answered without skipping a beat. Younodded in understanding and asked for the key to move on, which she was happyto supply if that meant she could go sit in an actual chair rather than crampedunder that table.
The next room held aring of full length mirrors- you had a feeling you knew who’s room this was.
“Zen!” youcalled, standing in the center of them, “Come here! I want to just getthis party going!” You watched as he walked up, in all 3 mirrors, tostrike a pose in his prince costume.
“MC! How did youknow it was me?” he asked, flicking his hair over his shoulder, “Wecan go to the party later! First! Let’s play~” he shot you a wink beforemoving closer to the mirrors, all four of them seemed to be looking you in theeye. “Time to play, Which is the Real Zen! Choose wisely,sweetheart~” he sang. You looked closely at all of them, stepping closerto the one in the middle- you stretched your hand out, reaching for him, whensuddenly his arm flew out of the one to your left, wrapping around your waistand pulling you through to a completely dark portion of the room. You sighedwhen the lights turned on and you found the room completely packed with fullbody, and extremely accurate, wax models of Zen. You knew he was taking theseall home at the end of the day- that is if Jaehee doesn’t get her hands on themfirst.
“I suppose I haveto come find you?” you ask loudly, hearing your voice echo- but were metwith no response. Great. This could take a little while. 'Everyone else triedto be scary,’ you thought to yourself, 'But nnooo Zen has to be overdramatic. Ijust want some pizza.’
Carefully examiningeach figure you pass by, one of them near the door catches your attention.Squinting in suspicion, you walk up to it, eyeing it up and down. You lean inclose as he jumps, throwing his hands out to grab you, yelling a loud 'boo’.You just stared at him, crossing your arms and tilting your head slightly tomatch the frown on your face.
“…MC do youhave a soul, at all. Does anything scare you? Anything?” you shook yourhead as he threw his hands up in exasperation before leading you through thenext door. With a swift bow, he closed the door behind you, leaving you in aroom decked out in children’s decor.
You have to admit toyourself that this room gave you the creeps- but only because it looked sosimilar to your own childhood bedroom… wait.. the.. the stuffed animals onthe bed, the stickers on the wall- this was completely a replica of yourchildhood bedroom. Well, isn’t that creepy. Who would recreate your bedroomjust for this stupid joke?
Out of the corner ofyour eye, the rocking chair started to move and a small shadow darted aroundbehind you. Turning towards the area where the ruckus had been, you ended upface to face with a creepy baby doll, suspended from the ceiling- it started togoo and cry, until the voice box started to die and it’s once sweet voiceturned more demonic. You frowned and yanked it off of its suspended wires,tossing it over your shoulder.
“Just come outalready! I’m so tired of all these stupid-” you started, before you werecut off by your knee giving out suddenly from a hard impact. You whipped yourhead around to find a tall figure sitting on a tiny tricycle, their face lookedporcelain and broken. A creepy, child-like laugh came from the person, as theysuddenly lunged at you, knocking you down and sitting over you. Leaning closeto your face, the creepy laugh continued as the person grabbed hold of the tearin their face, pulling down both sides. All that you could hear is a maniacallaugh, and the ripping sound of this person’s 'skin’. You could see the gluetearing and as the 'blood’ fell to your face, you could smell it was strawberryjam- Jaehee must have helped out there.
“Hi Vanderwood,”you stared completely unfazed by the scene above you. He finished taking offthe glued on mask and wiped part of his face off with his sleeve, shooting youa disapproving look.
“I spent thiswhole time trying to get the damn mask on. Do you know how sticky this is? Theglue and the jam? It’s fucking sticky, MC, this isn’t fun for me,” hespat, getting up and offering his hand to help you up. “I’m starting tothink you’re some sort of robot instead of human, we could use you in theagency,” he mused, crossing his arms and watching as you dusted yourselfoff, sneering at his offer.
“That’s probablythe scariest thing I’ve heard all day, thank you,” you held your hand outexpectantly, “give me the key and I’ll keep going so we can actually eatsomething.” With a roll of his eyes, you’ve got the key in the palm ofyour hand and you’re on your way to the next room.
This room had acomplete wall of screens, and you knew it was bound to be one of the Choitwins- now which one was it?
Deep, creepy laughtererupted from the screens, causing you to sigh for the forty seventh time today.Looking at the monitors, you’re met with the mask from earlier in the night-you definitely know which Choi it was this time.
“Saeyoung, youreally went all out for this party. I can’t believe you spent all this time even renovating yourhouse-”
“I KNOW NOT OFTHIS 'SAEYOUNG’ YOU SPEAK ABOUT. MC, TELL ME, WILL YOU PLAY A GAME?” hecut you off, yelling into his voice changer. You crossed your arms and mutteredsome choice words under your breath before turning around to address the soundyou were hearing.
In the center of theroom, a single table rose from a secret floor compartment, dawning a clear boxwith a hole large enough to stick your arm in- the other end of the box heldthe key to the next door.
“The game issimple, MC- stick your hand inside the box, and answer a few questions. Youwin, you get the key!” he followed his explanation with a creepy, darkgiggle. You looked at the screens and raised an eyebrow, sticking your arm intothe box.
“And if Ilose?” you asked, watching him clap with glee.
“THEN YOU REALLYLOSE, AHAHAHA!” A locked clamp attached itself to your arm and your eyesfocused on the box as small saws in the side of the box activated and waited tomake their move. You frowned a little bit and turned back to him.
“Are you ready MC?No? Too bad!” he giggled, leaning close to the camera, “QUESTION ONE!We’ll keep it easy on this question- WHAT IS THE BINARY FOR 'SAEYOUNG IS THEBEST’? YOU HAVE FIVE SECONDS!” You stared at the screen, spacing outcompletely- you didn’t know this. If you did, five seconds wasn’t long enoughto recite it. He imitated an annoying buzzer sound before telling you time wasup- the saws in the box moved a bit closer to your arm as you just stared atthem, wondering just how much time this boy had on his hands to make this.
“ROUND TWO, DINGDING! What part of fish-shaped bread do I eat first?” he tapped hisfingers together, expectantly. Hell- you don’t remember! Most of the time, youforget he actually eats anything else besides chips…
“The…head?” you guessed. He’s a sadist, maybe he gets pleasure from ripping offthe poor fish-bread’s head off.
“DING DONG, YOUARE WRONG!” he yelled followed by an evil giggle, “The belly, MC! Thebelly is the best! You know that!” you sighed- you did know that. Whydidn’t you guess that? The sound of the saw got louder as you watched it dropeven closer to your arm.
“ONE MORE CHANCE,MC. OR YOU’LL HAVE TO WAVE GOODBYE TO YOUR ARM! Oh, but wait, you won’t be ableto, AHAHAHA!” Your previous frown deepened- he’s enjoying himself too muchhere. “FINAL QUESTION! What, in this world, makes our very own Jumin Hananxious?” Oh! You knew this! You looked him straight in the eyes andanswered.
“Diagonals insuits,” You answered with confidence, yet he hit the error button anyway.
“YOU’RE CORRECT!But, due to the circumstances, I’m going to deny the fact that you are correct.Say goodbye to your precious hand, MC!” You turned back to the box towatch the saws drop, almost touching your skin. You didn’t even flinch. Youknew he would never actually hurt you. You turned back to the screens, raisingan eyebrow at the redhead as he removed his mask. “Aw, MC! Not even a blink?Seriously? Those are real saws!” he sighed in defeat and turned them off,allowing you to remove your arm and open the other side that held the key.“I worked so hard for all of this and you haven’t been scared once! Not atall! You’re a robot. That’s it- I’ve cracked the code!” With a roll ofyour eyes and a flick of your hand, you waved him off and ventured to the nextroom.
Taking in the decor ofthe next room- it was almost as if you were outside in an actual graveyard. Younotice a ghostly figure walk through the wall- how did they set that up?
You looked above you-a projector, of course.
Opening above groundcoffins, looking at tombstones for any tricks, you searched for the key. Youwere getting real fucking tired of these ghosts screeching and walking throughyou. You felt a tap on your shoulder and sighed.
“I don’t know howyou got the projectors to actually tap me but I’m no longer in the mood forthis shit,” you called before taking a look over your shoulder. You sawSaeran dressed as a skeleton with an annoyed look on his face that rivals yourown- he was holding out his hand to help you off of the ground where you hadsat to think things through.
“Look, I’m not inthe mood either, I just fucking want some pizza,” he said pulling you toyour feet. Yes, finally, someone agrees with you. “Just take this and beover with it, please. Saeyoung will not let us eat until you walk through thatdoor and I’m real close to fighting him.” He held his other hand out toreveal a- dare you say it- skeleton key. You took it and turned, headingtowards the door, when a hand shot out of the dirt of a grave, grabbing yourankle and yanking you to the ground hard, as it starts to try and pull youthrough the dirt itself.
You look up at Saeranwith an unfazed look marking your face, as his expression mirrors yours beforehe kicks the hand off of your leg.
“I forgot to turnthe robots off,” he gave the lame excuse as you put your hands to yourhips, mocking him with a ridiculous imitation of him.
“I forgot to turnthe robots off,” you stuck your tongue out at him before walking towardsthe door again, this time avoiding the graves between. He followed behind,mumbling something along the lines of, 'You’re lucky I just want food,’ and, 'Ishould’ve pushed you into one of those graves’. Someone was hangry, but thenagain, so were you. Please, let the food be on the other side of this door.
Throwing the dooropen, you were greeted with the scent of the pizza that has been promised,amongst various other foods. Your friends stood around the room, welcoming youto the end of the line and congratulating you on your journey. You all spent atleast half an hour eating, describing how their pranks went, and how you seemedto not be afraid of anything. Laughter erupted from your chest, waving offtheir assumptions. You opened your eyes because you felt something crawling onyour arm.
With your heartbeating out of your chest and your eyes as wide as saucers, you slowly lookdown at your arm as everyone looks with you. There, crawling slowly to yourshoulder, was a gigantic spider. You stared for a moment, trying to processyour thoughts.
A loud, shrill screambubbled out of your throat as you swat at the spider to get it off. Yourepeatedly jumped in place, shaking, doing anything you could to make sure thespider was truly off of you. You even jumped into Jumin’s arms, knowing he wasthe tallest and therefore the furthest away you could get from that evil thing.
Everyone ran away fromthe furry thing, hiding behind any object they could. There was a soft gigglefrom under the food table. You watched as a familiar head of mint hair poppedout from under the table cloth, shooting one of his award-winning smiles at allof you. He gently coaxed his eight-legged friend back into his container andstood up, laughing again.
“You guys triedso hard to scare MC.. but you should have stuck to the classics,” he said,now shoving a cookie into his mouth to hide the sly smirk that spread acrosshis face. You looked at him, amazed that Jihyun, this sweet yet devilish man,could scare you. With a spider, of all things.
The good title of the“Undefeated Scare” was ruined. You have been bested by a mint man andhis spider companion. You couldn’t believe it.
Your heart was stillracing, and you could still feel the ghost of the creatures legs running upyour body.
Well, Happy Halloweento you.
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Toulouse Henri Bonfamille - Character Sheet
if you get sleep or if you get none / the cock's gonna call in the morning, baby / check the cupboard for your daddy's gun / red sun rises like an early warning / the lord's gonna come for your first born son / his hair's on fire and his heart is burning / so go to the river where the water runs / wash him deep where the tides are turning...
Archetype — The Caregiver
Birthday — May 10, 1995
Zodiac Sign — Taurus
MBTI — ENTJ
Enneagram — 3, the Achiever
Temperament — Choleric
Hogwarts House — Slytherdor
Moral Alignment — True Neutral
Primary Vice — Pride
Primary Virtue — Diligence
Element — Earth
Overview:
Mother — Adelaide Bonfamille (nee LaBlanc) (Portia de Rossi FC)
Father — Hector Bonfamille (Tony Goldwyn)
Mother’s Occupation — socialite
Father’s Occupation — politician
Family Finances — wealthy
Birth Order — oldest child
Brothers — Berlioz Bonfamille (Matt Hitt FC, 20, Birthday: June 20, 1997)
Sisters — Marie Bonfamille (Olivia Holt FC, 17, Birthday: April 22, 2000)
Other Close Family — Maternal Aunt: Duchess LaBlanc
Best Friend — Hades
Other Friends — Sophie, Daisy
Enemies — Roger, Perdita, literally so many people tbh
Pets — A cat that is not his. Also his plants.
Home Life During Childhood — emotionally manipulative/abusive; argumentative with father; parental disagreements; was put in charge of younger siblings
Town or City Name(s) — Paris, France
Details of Town(s) or City(s) — loved the river and parks, only place he had refuge
What Did His or Her Bedroom Look Like — rather plain, big windows, bright, painted a cream color, not a lot of toys but an easel and paints in one corner, a large desk with art supplies.
Any Sports or Clubs — nope, he focused solely on his art.
Favorite Toy or Game — didn’t really play a lot of games, but he liked building legos with his siblings, or reading to them.
Schooling — did excellently in school
Favorite Subject — science (especially biology), though he has a fondness for literature as well.
Popular or Loner — loner, but girls liked him alot; he had the broody bad boy thing going on, which annoyed him immensely.
Important Experiences or Events — moving to Swynlake
Health Problems — undiagnosed manic depressive; some minor PTSD and agoraphobia
Culture — french, and proud of it.
Religion and beliefs — raised catholic, attending church mainly to keep up appearances, he finds parts of religion very beautiful, but also calls bullshit on most of it; he’s too logical and scientific to really find any sort of comfort in it; respects those who are religious though; has a predisposed inclination to dislike muslims based on rhetoric and a lack of proper understanding about the religion.
Physical Appearance:
Face Claim — Freddy Carter
Complexion — pale and freckly!
Hair Colour — Russet
Eye Colour — Green
Height — 6′0
Build — slight and tall
Tattoos — none and never will
Piercings — none
Common Hairstyle — perfectly styled 90% of the time, if you catch him without his hair styled he really likes you.
Clothing Style — the Most fashionable, very flamboyant, lots of colour
Mannerisms — tucks his hands behind his back when he’s nervous or being respectful, if he’s embarrassed his ears turn red
Usual Expression —
Health:
Overall (do they get sick easily)? — not since he’s become a werewolf, but he never really got sick
Physical Ailments — none
Neurological Conditions — bipolar II
Allergies — none
Grooming Habits — grooms better than some of my girls lmao. takes very good care of himself--when he’s not in a depressive state, then he has more trouble, but if he’s going out he’ll still go through the motions.
Sleeping Habits — terrible sleeper. has really bad insomnia. is up late a lot, sleeps in late a lot. wakes up a lot throughout the night. tosses and turns. has trouble falling asleep.
Eating Habits — super picky eater. when depressive/manic sometimes doesn’t eat that much
Exercise Habits — lmao what exercise
Emotional Stability — off his meds? like a 2/10, on his meds he’s closer to a 6/10 probably.
Body Temperature — normal
Sociability — very charming, knows what to say to get people to like him. that doesn’t always mean he says those things lol
Addictions — none really?
Drug Use — smokes pot, doesn’t do other drugs thank god that’d be so bad
Alcohol Use — drinks more than he should
Your Character’s Character:
Bad Habits — what habits are not bad habits? Thinking he is right about everything, pointing out people’s flaws, getting in fights, generally believing he knows better than everyone else, not feeling out his emotions, withdrawing when things get tough, not speaking to anyone about things that suck in his life, taking on all challenges alone, i could go on...
Good Habits — he’s a good brother, he takes care of his siblings, he takes care of himself, for the most part; he’s an excellent studier; he’s very loyal once you win his loyalty
Best Characteristic — his unfaltering loyalty
Worst Characteristic — his lack of ability to properly communicate his emotions
Worst Memory — all the times he had to hide in the closet, or his father sent him to bed with no dinner and kept him there for hours
Best Memory — his siblings being born
Proud of — his siblings, his art (sometimes)
Embarrassed by — not much, honestly. When people catch him having a proper emotion
Driving Style — doesn’t drive but he’d be a total soccer mom
Strong Points — his loyalty. It’s unwavering and uncompromising
Temperament — volatile
Attitude — melancholic.
Weakness — not being emotionally vulnerable. Seriously, it would solve so many of his issues
Fears — not being good enough, being unlovable, worried that he will always be horribly bitter
Phobias — pfft nothING (jk he’s lowkey afraid of storms)
Secrets — lmao so many where to start? Mostly that he actually does crave affection
Regrets — lol everything; probably the biggest is being so hard on ber during their teen years
Feels Vulnerable When — he’s having emotion
Pet Peeves — god where do i start? People who dont say what’s on their mind
Motivation — protecting his siblings is his main motivation
Short Term Goals and Hopes — he doens’t really have any im realizing this rn
Long Term Goals and Hopes — also does not have many here
Sexuality — grey asexual, biromantic (he could be either rly)
Exercise Routine — pfft exercise is for the weak
Day or Night Person — night owl
Introvert or Extrovert — introverted extrovert lou really does thrive in a crowd but needs a lot of recharge time after
Optimist or Pessimist — pessimist highkey
Likes and Styles:
Music — Classics. Classical. Stuff with not a lot of lyrics. Though, he’s also fond of the Opera. He really likes Faust and Don Giovanni. Also, he secretly likes a couple of musicals--Les Miserables and Cats are probably his favourites, though he very rarely indulges in them.
Books — Candide by Voltaire is his favourite novel, he’s read it several times. He is a fan of the gothic period, he enjoys books like The Phantom of the Opera. Is not a huge Victor Hugo fan because he finds him a bit wordy, but he does like Hunchback of Notre Dame. He prefers concise language in his novels, but also likes beautiful imagery. He’s an avid reader.
Magazines — He reads National Geographic and TBH probably gets a copy of Vogue, as well as a few museum magazines, just to keep up with the art scene.
Foods — Lou is not a very big sweets person, he prefers richer foods. His favorite is frozen grapes--red or green, that doesn’t really matter. He’s almost always snacking on grapes.
Drinks — Lou loves champagne. He also is an avid drinker of water.
Animals — Lou loves birds, they’re his favorite. He’s also a fan of reptiles. And he has a particular interest in dinosaurs.
Sports — Lol.
Social Issues — Lou takes a bit of a middle road on these issues. There are things that he is rather passionate about--such as LGBTQIA rights (this is a recent development), but he also has some rather...unethical opinions about things like immigration that he usually keeps to himself because he knows that they are contentious subject.
Favorite Saying — “Chacun voit midi à sa porte” Translation: Everyone sees noon on his doorstep. Basically, everyone views the world the way that they view it.
Color — Ah, he cannot choose--but he does gravitate to warmer, earth colors in his paintings, oranges and reds and browns.
Clothing — Lou is extremely fashionable and he always is dressed impeccably. He loves color and very rarely wears dull ones.
Jewelry — Not a huge fan of jewlery, I’m sure he has a nice watch though, that his father gave him.
Games — Chess. Puzzles. Things that challenge the mind.
Websites — Eh, he’s got a tumblr blog, and he’s #instafamous so.
TV Shows — Lou doesn’t watch television enough to have favorite shows but he detests reality shows and probably watches them with his brother to make fun of people.
Movies — Lou doesn’t watch movies often, but he loves good cinematography. Also, documentaries. Especially nature and historical ones. (Also loves Legally Blonde on the lowkey.)
Greatest Want — To be needed.
Greatest Need — To learn to embrace his emotions.
Where and How Does Your Character Live Now:
Home — lives at his mother’s home in Swynlake
Household furnishings — very modern, aligned with the latest Parisian fashion.
Favorite Possession — his art studio, does that count??
Most Cherished Possession — the drawer of arts and crafts that lou kept from his siblings when they were little.
Neighborhood — the woods, very posh
Town or City Name — Swynlake
Details of Town or City — small magic friendly
Married Before — to Anita Dearly, long story.
Significant Other Before — none.
Children — none.
Relationship with Family — close with his siblings, though closer with Marie than Berlioz, a bit of a momma’s boy, and has a cordial relationship with his father, is very close with his life-long nanny, Nounou.
Car — none.
Career — will probably be an artist; should be a surgeon.
Dream Career — surgeon he just doesn’t know it yet
Dream Life — a successful magical animal treatment center, where he can also practice his art on the side; very little chance of having a family but deep down would love a wife/husband and children, maybe he’ll adopt. (he does not know any of this.)
Love Life — a hot mess; tries not to develop feelings for people.
Talents or Skills — painting, obviously
Intelligence Level — he’s very intelligent and observant
Finances — wealthy af
Your Character’s Life Before Your Story:
Past Careers — he’s been a student.
Past Lovers — many; mostly one night stands, very few repeats
Biggest Mistakes — being so hard on ber in secondary; marrying anita.
Biggest Achievements — uhmmmmm his art has hung in several galleries
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undercover irid, crown prince seb, elems academy marco, librarian knowledge nads au
Brent and I had some really good ideas in this whole rp Pt. 1
Undercover irid but seb is also there undercover
Maybe irid is from some far off kingdom secretly
And helps/recruited the elems
And surprise she’s actually an agent from the Eastern Kingdom
And the lovable seemingly dumbass refugee who’s been putting his blacksmithing skills to use since the academy changed hands to dm
He looks at irid; and tells her to cut the act, the mission has been accomplished
Irid:
Irid; >:| dammit, sire
Irid: there’s still more to acc-
Seb holds up a hand: it’s high time we stop the charade and make things clear
Seb: we all know how cozy you’ve gotten here, Fire elemental Iridona c;
Irid: >:| 😳 your Majesty
Marco: what
Irid:
Seb: Crown Prince Sebastian Warbourne at your service c;
Irid as one of the palace guards and a close friend of the prince
Irid muttering: >:| we had more to get done
Marco, later: sam what the fuck
Marco: she’s some sort of highly trained palace guard warrior chick
Marco: no wonder she picked up on training so fast, common girl with secret powers my butt
Seb, walking around a corner: that was her original origin
Seb: she really was a commoner who learned to fight rather quickly
Seb: and I’d watch how you talk about her, especially in front of me c;
Sam: 😗🍷
Sam: just your type marco
Seb: 👀
Seb: she hasnt dated much, but you are quite her type as well, Marco.
Sam: great, I love watching marco get his ass kicked
Seb: I do, as well 🍹
Marco: >:|
Sam: we ain't friends, guy
Marco: you get all fluttery whenever she’s near and you practically glow whenever she’s paying attention to you
Marco: me thinks she’s more than a bodyguard to you
Seb:
Seb; 🍹
Seb: my interests are her happiness
Seb, picking lint off of his shirt: she is more than capable of being a mere palace guard
Sam: like a wife
Seb: if I can help her be more, find more of what could make her happy, live up to her potential, I will do nothing to stand in the way
Seb knocks back his drink
All of it
At once
Sam: impressive
Seb: no
Seb: its really not
Sam: I did like 3 at once one time during breeding season a few years back 😗
Seb:
Marco:
Marco: what
Sam: it was hard to position all three
Sam: without spilling it
Marco: OH drinks
Sam: I was already hammered so I dont think I would have noticed anyway
Sam: oh
Sam: yeah drinks
Marco: ...
Sam: and then maybe some very impressed ewes 😗🍷
Marco: what
Sam: anyway your kinglyness finish your ominous speech
Seb: 👀🍹no that was it
Sam: oh okay cool
Marco: will your guard terrier approve of another drink or does she need to test it
Sam: [takes a sip]
Seb:
Seb punches Marco’s arm
Sam as a former party boy for this au I guess
Seb: maybe if its poisoned you should try it first 😒
Sam: oh damn I'll do it, I'd love to die
Seb:
Marco: 😕
Seb: yikes
Sam: jokes
Sam at some point to marco: y'know there's probably a few Samir jr.'s out there somewhere 🤔
Marco: wow
Sam: I know, weird to think about
Sam: I dont know if you wolves feel the same way but sometimes during breeding season some people just let loose
Sam: a lot of hatchlings are raised communally
Sam: dont know who their parents are, 's not really a big deal to us
Sam: sorry, there was just a hatchling that ran past a few hours ago and I got to thinking about it
Starling lore for this au
And maybe in general idk
This is a single dad Sam au now I guess
Marco: what if
Marco: what if you met a kid that was yours?
Is this assuming he doesnt have nadir with him yet?
Sam: I
Sam: I don't know
Sam, elbowing him: maybe this upcoming season eh?
Whichever you think is more fun for this point im the au
Sam having a tryst with a starling from the eastern kingdom and he keeps the egg for himself
Lol she drops it on his desk
she's a badass warrior (maybe another palace guard?) And doesnt have the time/safe place to raise it
a starling version of iris
And is like "this is yours to do as you please"
"Wuh"
“Have fun byeee”
Warrior starling with a dry personality and a love of violence
Yes exactly
"This is soft cushy work, perfect for you"
"Uh"
Marco:
Marco: so you have a kid now?
Marco: mazel
Sam: one that I know about, yeah
Sam, with the egg: I could
Sam: bring it to a hatchery
Marco: ...
Sam: this is the first time I've been face to shell with a product of a tryst
Sam: oh dont look at me like that, it's a normal starling cultural thing
Sam: it's not like your orphanages
Marco: yeah i know but
Marco: 👀 you were saying you could use a bit of something stable
Marco: company
Sam: 🌕🖊️
Sam: look [shows him the egg]
The egg has a face scrawled on it
Marco: you have a support system here too
Sam, egg voice: hi marco, it's me, Samir Jr.
Concept: Iris as a visiting consultant as a favor to Dm as he’s trying to set up the new Academy
Sam: 🤔 I am getting a bit long in the tooth
Iris: Samir, for the last time, I need those reports on-
Iris: 👀|
Iris: that’s an egg
Sam: it is
~
Someone asks Iris if she’s dating dm
Sam: very astute observation, I can see why you get paid the big bucks
“Not my type”
Dm: she likes twinks but like straight
Iris: >👀|
Sam: so like all starlings
Dm: mhm
Iris: >👀C
Sam: I know a buddy who's single
Sam: not afraid to mingle with those of the flesh
~
Iris: you’re about to see my foot up your ass
Marco: this is why I liked having you around
Sam: [cups his hands around his eyes]
Marco: Sam, seriously, it could be nice
Marco: having a little one around
Sam: hmm
Sam: I'll give it a week to decide
Iris: ugh you and your father are so domestic
Sam: he's getting old iris
Sam: he wants to settle down
Sam: maybe with someone from out of town 👀
Sam: isnt that right eggbert
Sam, egg voice: sure is
Iris: your dad met your mother and like a month later “oh she’s so wonderful, I could see us settling down in some house in the Valley or something”
Iris: [fake gags]
Sam: [sighs] I want that
Sam: marco is your dad into single dads
Sam: this could be your step sibling
Marco: dont even joke
Iris, in a bad dm impression; Samir, you’re claws are looking very pointy today
Iris: may I escort you to the Fall Ball in August?
*your
Sam: why thank you Marco, you're so kind~
Sam, bats his lashes: what a gentleman
Iris, pretending to be faint: Oh, Iris, he’s so lovely, we’ll have a June wedding
Iris: I’m assuming you’re the same way in love, Marc-y
Sam: I need a nice, strong man to help me raise my hatchling
Marco: >:| I hate having you around
Marco: No you dont
Marco: you are strong
Sam: not as strong as this little dude's ma
Sam: she could have bench pressed me
Iris: ooh👀
Sam: I think I pulled something when we were together
Iris: oooooh👀c
Iris: gimme the hot goss
^monotone lucretia voice
Sam, scooting closer: so she drops this on my desk, right?
Iris: ‼️
Sam: "here, you live a cushy, domestic life. Take this"
Sam: what am I supposed to do with this? I ask
Sam: she snorts, patronizingly I might add
Sam: "use your fancy academy education and figure it out"
Sam: >:T she must think I'm some kind of coddled highborn
Iris: she sounds cool
Marco: you would think that
Sam: she was that big tall starling his fancy pants-ness brought with him
Sam: look at me forging alliances
Sam: you're all welcome
Sam: you're next marco
Iris: oh, you mean
Eh?
Iris: Shabina?
Sam: is that her name? Huh 🤔
Iris: you didnt even know her name? 👀c
Sam: she doesnt know mine so I think we're square
Sam: she called me desk jockey at one point
Iris: oooh, she mentioned you
Sam: oh?
Iris: “the desk jockey had these soft hands, and knew how to use them”
Marco: uGH
Sam, leaning back: ha, totally me
Marco: what do you mean I’m next?
I like this iris dynamic with sam and marco tbh
Sam: maybe I can teach you sometime Marco, y'know, to get a leg up in his royal ominous-ness
Yeah same
Marco: what the fuck is that sentence
Iris: language, pup
Sam: I mean we're going to help you seduce iridona
Sam: get you a palace guard
Marco: what
Iris: now that you’ve got an egg you’re wanting to play matchmaker?
Sam: yes
Sam: I'm feeling domestic
Marco: oh please after you got Celi in your clutches you wouldnt leave me and Dad and Marse alone about “finding someone”
Sam: you're welcome btw, told you I'd find you a twink
Iris: my private life is not up for speculation
Iris: how did you find him for me?
Sam: oh you think you found him on accident?
Iris: I like to find my own beaus thank you very much
Sam: [snickers] okay
Iris: [narrows her eyes]
Marco: nice
Marco: maybe Sam can get you ankid too
Iris slaps his arm
Sam: yeah, maybe
Sam: my cup runneth over with them, apparently
Sam: I'll keep doing a whirlwind tour of the willing starling ewes that could break me in half in the eastern kingdom and make everyone an egg
Sam: [sighs]
Sam: I'm gonna go to the library to get some books on parenting I guess
Sam: who wants to come with?
Iris, winding her arm thru sam’s: there’s a section on combat training that could be useful for a growing young starling
Sam: just because my hatchling's mom was a meathead doesn't mean they have to be
Iris: oh no no
Iris: not a meathead per say. but a cool and collected young ewe or ram with the ability to defend themselves from enemies
Marco: should you decide to keep the hatchling, you’ll have so many people to help with the kid, they wont even need it
Iris: but they should know
Iris: maybe young master DeSantos can learn some seduction techniques
Marco: >:|
Sam: yeah I've got plenty of that
Marco; Irid has enough on her plate
Sam: what, some kid playing king?
Sam: if the other palace guard has enough time to waste with me I'm sure irid can stomach a date or two with you
Sam: c'mon, let's go to the library
Marco: maybe he was just looking to make friends
Sam: mostly because I don't remember how to get there :<
He was but also sam’s right
Iris: pfft
Iris tugs on his arm
Iris moved over to the capital after losing her first husband. She lost him awhile back when she was just friends with dm
Later when she struggles marco and dm and sam help comfort her
Iris and sam and marco at the fantasy baby store
Trying to figure out what to get a soon to be hatchling
this is a knowledge nads au also
Ooooooo
to prepare you for this variant
is Nads a librarian
nads is a librarian
Bookmage
Book battle mage
We gotta figure out how to incorporate some of this into one of our long standing au’s
Nads: Hi, welcome to Talondrop Library :DDD
Iris: 👀|c hello, young miss
Sam, muttering: it's way too early in the morning for this kind of pep
Iris quietly: I like her, hush
Marco nods
Iris: might we be directed to the section on baby care?
Nads: how can I help you all? c:
Nads: unless you're part of that group that's been stealing books in which case I won't hesitate to use force >:c [pulls out an envelope opener]
Iris: 👀|c like a real life Bilbo
Nads who is probably as tall or taller than Iris
Nads: oh, sure! :DDD [she still doesn't put away the opener]
Nads: right this way
Nads: what kind of baby is it? I've organized the whole section by species
Iris: impressive
Iris: a hatchling, eventually
Nads: ✨✨✨
Nads: I see!
Nads: that explains why you walked in with an egg 🤔
Nads: I didn't want to assume
Nads: what in particular are you looking for? feeding? education? c:
Sam: uh...everything?
Nads: first time parent? I got you c;
Nads grabs one of those book carts
Nads: I'll be back in just a second with a selection!
Sam: This vibe is weird
Sam: this is making it all so...realy
Sm@l iris befriending sam after she and celi visit to have their case looked at
Iris and sam gossiping
Iris: true, but we’re at the intel gathering stage
Iris: if you’re gonna decide, you should do it well as informed as possible
Sam: intel gath-
Sam: iris I'm getting baby books, I'm not on a mission
Sam: marco, you've been awfully quiet
Marco: ... just taking it in
Marco: dont want to add more noise
Sam: more than our new "friend"? I'm sure you're fine
Sam: it is awfully quiet in here though
Sam: like more than a library usually is
Nads, with a pyramid of books: I'm back, hi c:
Sam: jeez, this is uh
Nads: just a small selection, I know
Sam: wasn't what I was thinking tbh
Nads: I've got a small sampling of everything you'd ever want to know
Nads: feeding, bathing, teaching; the works
Sam, looking over a book: uuuuh
Nads: and, most important of all, hatching
Sam:
Sam: oh shit I forgot that part
Marco leafs thru a book
Iris: thank you, Miss...?
Nads: Nadia~ c:
Nads: Talondrop Library's head librarian
Iris: Nadia c: I’m Iris
Iris: this is Marco and thats Sam
Nads: ...!!! :OOO
Nads: you're from that academy aren't you?
Marco nods
Nads: I hear you guys are hosting the King of the Eastern Kingdom
Marco: pft
Marco: yeah now we are
Iris: always interesting, having visiting foreign entities
Nads: that's so neat, it must be exciting to swap stories c:
Sam, muttering: and fluids c:', c: ', c:',
Sam: right marco
Marco: oh gross
Sam: marco
Sam: right
Nads: is there anything else I can help you all with today? c:
Sam: yeah, you got any books on seduction so we can help my man over here? c:',
Marco: >:| stop this
Nads: 🤭 we have some romance books if he would be interested
Marco: I am not
Nads: of course! If you'll follow me to the counter
Nads: okay, so you have two weeks before you either have to return or renew them
Nads: I'll just need your signature right here
Sam: alright
Nads: and right here
Sam: 'kay
Nads: and a drop of your blood
Sam: ok- what
Nads: for the blood pact c:
Nads: if you don't return the books on time there'll be a fee, and if you don't return it in a month's time I'll hunt you down
Sam:
Marco:
Iris: 👀
Sam, taking the pin: fine, I don't want to have to walk to the bookstore
sam pricks himself and a drop of blood falls onto the small magic circle on the counter
it evaporates into a cloud of pink smoke
Nads: the contract is sealed
Nads, pushing the books towards him: have a lovely day :DDD
Sam@marco and iris: what, don't look at me like that
Sam: I need these books, I'm completely lost without them
Sam studying the books in his office while marco chills
maybe talking about how irid kicked his ass during training that day?
yes i love this
marco puts his feet up on sam's desk
what does sam do in this?
what if its the same gag
he does everything and nothing
and has an office
I like it
nobody knows what he does
but dm says he's invaluable
marco: so I look up she has the dumbest smirk on her face
marco: and decks me and I fall off the log and loose the whole ass challenge
Sam: HA, classic
marco, throwing the candy wrapper from the candy he nabbed from sam's candy dish on his desk in the wastebasket: stupid
Sam: was your love rival there
Marco: my what?
Marco: I have no such thing
Marco: Iridona is a colleague
Marco: who lied technically
Sam: we've all lied once or twice
So ya know how in older movies, a couple dancing in a big fancy number was like
Lowkey highkey hinting toward their chemistry in bed
That but its how irid and marco fight or fight together
Marco: Samir
Sam: like when you asked what happened to your piece of cake that day in third grade
Marco: excuse you
Sam: and I said your sister must have taken it
Sam: and Marco, you don't have to lie about that absolutely sizzling sexual chemistry you have with her
Sam: and don't let what's his face psyche you out
Marco:
Marco: 😳 n- no-
Marco: aw fuck it
Marco: It doesnt feel right to just up and
Sam: 👀
Marco: “hey so how about this thing I think is between us”
Sam: well sure if you wanna be all
Sam: werewolf
Sam: about it
Sam: take a starling approach
Sam: romance her
Sam: flirt
Sam: flash her that roguish smile
Sam: instead of ballroom dancing to express your feelings you two spar
Sam: it's like its own dance, in a way
Marco: ugh dont remind me. If i was gonna go all werewolf, I’d tackle her during training and growl into her ear about all the stuff i’d love to do to her and see if she’s down
Sam: rhythmic, passionate
Marco: not cool
Marco:
Sam: hey now that's not werewolf
Sam: werewolf is "hello milady, I would like to mount you, do I have thine permission?""
Marco: “would thou consent to be bred-eth?”
*wouldst
Sam: "I think you'll find I'm a suitable caretaker, watch me bench this deer carcass"
Marco: heheh
Marco: seriously, I dont even know if shes interested
Sam: well
Sam: test the waters
Sam: you don't have to be blunt about it
Sam: even though I know it's in your desantos dna
Sam: maybe we should have gotten you one of those seduction books
Sam: I've finished all these books and have to return them, I could pick one up c;
Marco: hatred
Marco: utter hatred
Sam: love you too
Marco: wait you read all of those books?
Sam: yes
Sam: Also I haven't slept
Sam: I'm sure it's fine
Marco: soo
Marco: have you come any closer to a decision?
Sam: mmm
Sam: I don't know
Sam: it's only been one day
Sam: Maybe once I get more books
Marco: I-
Marco: hold on
Sam: and return these before I get stabbed in my sleep or something 😒
Sam: what is it boy
marco: are you gonna chat up the cute head librarian
Sam: is celio stuck in a well
marco: utter loathing
Sam: what? I mean I guess I have to
marco: u t t e r l o a t h i n g
Sam: I'm pretty sure she's the only librarian
Sam: cute eh? should I alert irid that she's lost her chance? 👀
Sam: anyway I need more books because honestly I'm starting to freak out
Marco: aw sami
Sam finding nads one day super depressed looking in the dark by herself
And when he gets her attention she's like "!!!" And tries to put on her customer service persona
He asks what's wrong and she tells him that the library's going to be shut down soon and it's all she has
Sam asking dm if there's any openings for the academy library
Dm: well
Dm: theres a lot of openings since part of every intellectual department was infested with Asrani loyalist so
Dm: yes
Sam: nice
Sam: um
Sam: can I ask for a favor
Dm: and poor Avalene is stretched thin between sorting out the archives and trying to sort out the library
Sam: nothing big this time, I promise
Dm:
Sam: look
Sam: the library in town is slated to be shut down
Sam: and the librarian there has really been helping out with the whole
Sam: surprise fatherhood thing
Dm: ah yes
Dm: that aside, I hope you know you can count on me and Marco for support with that.
Sam: I mean granted loaning out books is a librarian's job
Sam: right, thank you sir
Sam: I'll...keep that in mind
Dm: >:| you mean isolate yourself eventually
Dm: anyway 😤
Dm: I’ll see what I can do
Sam: [bats his lashes]
Dm: the young woman in Talondrop? The enthusiastic one?
Sam: that's her
Dm: hm
Dm: I’ll get back to you
Sam: thanks
Dm dials the extension for the library where avilene has set up shop
The academy one
Dm: would you like to take on an experienced young librarian with enthusiasm for the jo-
Avilene, loud enough for sam to hear thru the phone: yES
dm nods at sam
Sam: great, I'll let her know
Sam: see, I told you I'd be an asset
Sam: strengthening ties between our neighbors, finding new employees
Dm waves him away: yes yes
"So like I heard you knocked up one of my guards?"
Dm: tell my son to stop dancing around his very obvious crush on Ser Velezquez
Sam: I've tried
Dm: 😒
Sam: I promise I've tried
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