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What can I do? (Solarpunk edition)

It warms my heart to see so much support and interest in solarpunk! I know a lot of people are wondering how they can contribute, and hopefully this answers most questions.

Firstly, I think everyone has something they can contribute–even simply listening and sharing is a HUGE help for solarpunk as a whole. Arts, design, fashion, architecture, engineering, farming, forestry, pharmaceuticals, medicine, travel/transit, fiction/nonfiction writing, industry, politics, education… whatever you work with, whatever your passions or hobbies are, you have something to contribute.

Solarpunk does not just mean solar-powered, in the same way Steampunk does not only refer to steam power.

It means looking towards a brighter future, for all of us sharing this Earth. It means seeing the options we’ve been shown for the future (post apoc trash or corporate dystopias) and saying “I refuse to accept this”.

Solarpunk is our present day -punk genre. It has the ability to spread and enact true change, if we nurture it enough.

And in that vein, to answer the question “What can I do?” We can break down solarpunk into three branches (for now):

Diversity: celebrating our differences, being empathetic, understanding and sharing multiple perspectives. Diversity in our sociopolitical lives as well as diversity for our ecosystems and economies.

Accessibility: advancement in technology cannot truly help humanity if certain classes or countries cannot access them. Disabilities (physical and mental) must be accounted for when we redesign cities for people; we must ensure everyone can get around them.

Sustainability: our current for-profit system is killing us and the beautiful creatures we share our planet with. We are wardens of Earth; we are here to protect and nurture it. Production based on need not profit, and de-industrialized agriculture. Communities should be able to function independently from the whole, in terms of necessities (food, water, power, shelter).

Along with these branches, I believe there are three other movements that will inevitably intersect with Solarpunk, if they haven’t already.

Permaculture: bringing back ancient/indigenous/sensible farming practices that we lost or considered “primitive”. Agroforestry, crop rotation, urban/vertical farming are good places to start.

Right-To-Repair: in response to companies like Apple denying our ability to maintain our own devices, there is a large movement dedicated to repairing tech in order to elongate their life cycle and prevent further waste. Why buy a phone every two years, when we could upgrade one continuously over ten?

Afrofuturism: Africa is finally beginning to get back on its feet after the imperialist Rape of Africa era. African Americans are strengthening their voices and cultural ties in this Eurocentric digital age. I cannot properly do this movement justice; it isn’t my voice that should be telling you. Supporting and uplifting the voices within this movement is crucial to not only Solarpunk, but to the wider goal of harmony and reparation.

The most important facet of Solarpunk is perspective: not everything will work for everyone, and listening to marginalized people is absolutely essential to growing our movement.

Be safe, be kind, and spread some love.

Bellamy’s Season 5 Arc - Speculation

The 100 tends to follow a pattern with Bellamy and Clarke, and their so-called “dark arcs”. They almost seem to be on alternating schedules. For instance, Bellamy’s first dark arc was Season 1, where he was played off as the antagonist (until he got more fleshed out and started working WITH Clarke, versus against her). In Season 2 he was, for the most part, a hero. Then in Season 3 was his second downward spiral, and Season 4 we saw the return of him playing the hero.

Clarke was the opposite. Instead of Season 1, like with Bellamy, Clarke’s dark arc came in Season 2, with her becoming cold and shutting down her heart. Season 3 was her path out of the darkness, and in Season 4 we saw Clarke return to that dark place with her once more trying to justify her actions as “the only choice”. 

There’s a pattern. 

If it continues (and I think we should be prepared for it to), that would set us up for Bellamy having another dark arc in Season 5, although not in the same sense as previous seasons because he still remembers the lessons he learned then, and Clarke on the opposite schedule (like it’s been in the past). 

When we see Clarke after the six year time jump, she is full of light and hope. I have a feeling that when we see Bellamy again, it’s going to be the opposite.

Throughout Season 4, we saw Bellamy gradually starting to rely on his impulses less and start using his head more. The finale was the climax of his Season 4 arc, with all of the previous episodes leading up to the ultimate moment when he would have to close that door on Clarke, the girl he loves, in order to save his friends. 

He followed his head over his heart.

Bellamy and Clarke have often gone on parallel journeys, just in a different order. I have a feeling that Bellamy’s arc next season might not be all that different from Clarke’s in Season 2 in the sense that, after losing Clarke, he’s starting to shut down his heart and rely more on his head.

Clarke’s shift resulted from killing Finn. Bellamy’s will result from essentially “killing” Clarke by shutting that door on her. It was the right choice to make (otherwise everyone would have died) but also extremely traumatic.

I’ve seen many people being a little surprised at Bellamy’s reaction to Clarke’s “death” and how they were expecting him to cry more. If you think about it, it makes a lot of sense that Bellamy would try to shove those emotions down and bury them somewhere deep inside him as a coping mechanism if he believes that to honour Clarke’s memory, he has to be a more rational leader rather than an emotional one. 

The best thing to do as the leader of his people? Maybe. But the healthiest? Probably not.

Don’t misinterpret my message: it’s not that I believe Bellamy will be ALL head next season, and NO heart. I think he’s going to be a balance of both (which will make him an excellent leader) but I think that, much like Clarke in Season 2, he’s going to struggle to find his way out of the darkness as a result of some of the choices he makes leading in that way. 

We don’t know what happened in those six years yet, all we know from Jason is that it wasn’t easy for the group of seven up in space. I’m sure we’re going to see the effects of that, and the toll that it took on Bellamy as a leader (and I doubt it will be pretty).

As a somewhat related note, I wanted to talk about what this means in terms of Bellamy’s love life on the Ark, as that seems to be the topic of discussion on my dash at the moment (sans the Bellarke Extra-ness).

Everyone’s worried about Bellamy falling in love with someone else … but the finale is telling a different story. It’s telling the story of Bellamy shutting his heart down, ruling with his head (as I said before, however, I don’t think Bellamy will lead ONLY with his head - because that’s not who he is - but I believe it will be a large element of his character arc). We already saw him start to shut down his heart a bit at the end of 4x13, in the scene where he stares down at the burning Earth.

Yes, I’m sure Bellamy has grieved and “moved on” in six years. But I also think that after what has happened to him, after losing Gina, after losing Clarke - the only two girls he’s ever opened his heart to - he’s not going to be eager to jump into any relationships. Not any serious ones. 

So I’m not expecting any sort of intimate relationship between Bellamy and anyone else on the Ring that involves anything beyond sex. 

If the pattern I mentioned continues, Season 5 could very likely bring us another dark arc for Bellamy (different than previous seasons), and that would involve him closing his heart to any true romance.

(I wonder what might be a natural progression of that arc that would resolve Bellamy shutting off his heart? Hmmm … I might be able to think of one solution. ;))

Anyway, this is a super rough meta that I put together in about fifteen minutes so feel free to add. Tagging @bellamybb 

The Shape of the World

Title: The Shape of the World

Author: @bixgirl1

Rating: NC-17

Word count: 48,276

Era: Post Hogwarts, EWE

Warning/Content: Memory Loss (Harry)

Summary: Five years after the Battle of Hogwarts, Draco’s life is finally getting back in order. Until, that is, he sees a familiar face that has been missing since that last awful morning of the war. When has knowing Potter done anything other than complicate his life? Although, for two people such as Potter and Malfoy, how can they fall in love except to put aside their preconceived notions about one another?

Comment: I’m not usually one for memory loss fics because they frustrate me and I like the dynamics between Harry and Draco when they both know who the other is, but damn, this fic was good. So good that it made me fall in love with a trope I never thought I could fall for in the first place. Everything about this story is fascinating, intense and poignant—from the very start when Draco and Harry meet again in California five years after the Battle of Hogwarts, at the end of which Harry mysteriously disappeared and was declared dead by the wizarding world, to the very last lines: a perfect ending to such an incredible fic. It’s gorgeously written too; I loved Draco’s voice so very much, allowing us to see first hand all the ways in which he changed himself and became a better person, with a vulnerability that he can never really hide from Harry, and most importantly, from himself. There were times when I cried, times when I laughed, times when I cried again, and times when I was so happy my face hurt. As always, I don’t want to spoil anything but basically this is the story of Draco helping Harry regain his memories, and them finding their way into each other’s life all over again. A garanteed favourite, trust me!

You’re Next - Yandere!Serial Killer!Jongin X Reader

Originally posted by sehun-hydroxide

Yandere AU - Part of the Yandere!EXO X Reader Series

Genre: Mature, Horror, Angst, Semi-Smut (Not really, just mentions of it)

Pairing: Jongin X Reader

Words: 8,358

Warning: This is a Yandere story, it will contain themes such as stalking, violence, obsession, possessive natures, and just general overall creepiness and swearing. You have been warned.

A/n: Halloween update is here! Even though it’s technically not Halloween anymore, oops. Anyways, I hope you guys enjoy this one, it’s defiantly creepier than the rest. As always, this is just my interpretation of this archetype and the song. I do not believe Jongin, nor any of the other members, past or present, of EXO would act like this. Feedback is always greatly appreciated. I hope you enjoy!

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Sweet Tooth: Part Four

A/N: Hey my babies! Since you left so many amazing comments on the last part, I thought you guys deserved an extra long chapter!

Word Count: 5k

Warnings: Very colorful language, mentions of oral sex, sibling debauchary and just Lance being Lance(which needs a warning in its own)

Summary: Lance Tucker has come back to his hometown with his ego bruised and his look on life more tainted then ever. When he runs into Y/N; a vibrant plus size woman he went to high school with at her bakery ‘Cake Faced’, he leaves the shop with the taste of sugar on his lips and a hunger that has nothing to do with the cupcakes.

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Saturday night had rolled around and as per usual, you were late.

You’d accidentally spent too much time at the shop with the maintenance man who was fixing up the mixer, it’s not like it was your fault he’d been late and taken forever! So you’d rushed home, your foot like lead on the gas pedal of your jeep, and had managed to get…mostly ready in the forty five minutes you had until you we’re supposed to meet your girlfriends for drinks.

Your phone chimes with texts from your friends, harassing you of course. Telling you to hurry up because being ten minutes late was apperantly a heinous offence. You finish up straightening your hair and toss it around before going to your closet and shrugging into an olive green, waterfall drape duster coat. You like dressing up, when you have the time or reason to; which is why you’re decked out in a pair of heeled boots and your largest gold hoop earrings.

Outfit

Jeeze, you couldn’t even remember the last time you’d worn heels…

Girls night had been initiated for this exact reason. As your group of friends got older, and life got busier(babies, and marriages and full time jobs that took up all of your time), you’d decided that at least twice a month you had to get together for drinks and bullshit. You looked forward to these nights eagerly, to drunken babbling and gossip and reminiscing.

You spritz on a layer of perfume before your clicking down the long staircase, as fast as your heels would allow you. Careful because if there was a way to fall on your ass, you would find it- and make your way to your kitchen.

Filling up the dog’s bowls, the little peckigneze comes in at the sound of food clattering. His but sways with attitude that you’d never seen any other dog posess and as usual, your heart swells to three times it’s size just as the sight of him. You cant help but grab him in your arms and press loving kisses against the side of his furry head.

“Are you going to be a good boy while mommy’s gone?” You coo to him “I’ll be back soon, little man. Promise” after showering him with a couple more rounds of pecks you put him down and he huffs and goes to his food.

Your dog had always been more of a cat.

You decide to call a cab, figuring it was the smartest way to go. Saturday’s at Otto’s meant bottomless Margarita’s- and ladies drank free. You we’re old enough to know what Tequila did to you and you weren’t in the mood to go totaling your car after a couple drinks. So you lock up your house and hop into the back of the taxi that pulls up in front of your curb.

“Nice house” The middle aged man in the drivers seat comments as he puts the location in his GPS and you just smile and nod, abeit a little sheepishly.

“Thank you. How’s your night been so far?”

You keep up small talk with him until you get to your destination.

Otto’s Bar and Grill wasn’t on main street, but it was best bar in town. Ask anyone. Yeah there were a few others that were cool enough, but none of them possessed that…charm that Otto’s did. You could expect it to be busy and bustling on a Saturday night, so you weren’t surprised that the lot was full when you pulled in.

“Well you have a good night, Mr. Peters” You had learned the Taxi drivers name during the duration of the drive. He had three kids-and one grandbaby or so he told you.

“You call me Ray, sweetheart. And be safe out there, I bet a girl as pretty as yourself get’s into alotta’ trouble”

A little creepy and semi chauvinistic of him, but harmless. You just chuckle.

“Me? Trouble? Never” You reach into your wallet and hand him a couple of twenty’s “I think I’ve got myself, but thanks”

Otto’s looks a little dated on the outside with it’s stone work- but is bustling and full of life on the inside. It’s quirky with it’s artwork and wall of license plates, but still modern enough to keep people coming back. The large, lit up bar is at the center- Pool tables line the back, sunken in area- booths and tables where you can eat litter the other side.

You slink through the crowds of faces, some familiar, some not so much, as you look for your friends. You spot them, circled around one of the booths in the back.
“Hey hookers” You greet as you get to them and your welcomed with “Hey bitch”’s and “Wow, look who finally decided to join us”

You roll your eyes as their constant teasing and take your seat, scooching into the booth next to them.

There’s Courtney, Robin, Meridith and Vanessa.

Just like there always had been.

The five of you had been inseparable since- well always. Throughout middle school and then high school- and then all the years after that. You knew you lucked out in the girl friend department; because even if they were huge pains in your ass you loved them dearly.

“We ordered those buffalo wings you like” Robin informs me and I grin.

“Thanks, Tweet(a nickname you’d had for her forever) I feel so loved”

“And a round of shots!” Vanessa grins as the waiter comes and drops off tons of little glass shot glasses full of clear liquid. Vanessa takes it upon herself to dibby them out and while everyone else get’s one, you get three.

“Hey!” you protest but she just snorts.

“You’re fault you we’re late”

“Yeah, now you’ve gotta play catch up” Courtney sing songs and you sigh and throw the first one back, breathing through your nose at the burn.

“When you guys have to carry my ass out of this place, remember this moment” you chide as you such on a lime.

“Okay weakest link” Meredith teases you “Like you cant handle a couple tequila shots. Learn how to hold your liquor already” She was nursing a half drinken margarita that you knew probably wasn’t her first.

She’d always been such a lush. Now she was a lush with two kids.

“Do you remember that time she blacked out after she chugged those Mad Dog 20/20’s ?” Courtney recalls and you laugh, even though the memory of you puking through your nose at a party sophomore year isn’t a pleasant one.

You glower playfully at them, but down the second shot anyway.

And now, since your “caught up” enough, you can toast.

“To getting old with the best group of hard working bitches I’ve ever known” You declare as you hold up the glass.

“Okay, you’re the youngest out of all of us, shut up” Robin rolls her eyes but clinks her shot with everyone else’s anyway.

“Clit sisters for life” you all cheer before draining your glasses. It’d been a joke that had stuck on, and was now what you guys liked to call yourselves. The title of your group chat’s and everything.

“Let’s get drunk!…Because I only have the sitter until eleven and she’s going to be pissed if I get home late again” That’s one comes from Meredith and you shake your head.


“Come on Lance mom said she’d watch the girls” Brooklyn urges him as he lounges on the living room couch. He’d already had a long day- fixed the garbage disposal, then ran more errands then should be humanly possible. The only highlight of his day was that blow job he’d gotten from that girl at the hardware store.

Lance cant help but smirk at the thought. He hadn’t even really tried- just a couple of suggestive, flirty comments. She’d been all too willing- “You’re Lance Tucker, right? Like Olympic Lance Tucker? Wow, like, can I suck your dick?”

Well- maybe it hadn’t gotten exactly like that, but pretty much, that’s what he’d heard.

“No, I hate Otto’s” Lance shrugs off his older sister, fingering through a Men’s Health magazine idly.

“That’s a bunch of bullshit, since when do you hate Otto’s?”

Christ. She could be so annoying sometimes.

Brooklyn

Brooklyn just dug, and dug and dug. Until eventually he’d break and spill. What he knew he was going to end up spilling to her if she kept prodding was that he didn’t want to go to Otto’s because it was a Saturday night and the whole town was probably there. And yeah he could face a couple of people at a time, but all of them? He winces at the thought. He had zero desire to go sit and explain why he was back living at his moms.

Not that he owed anyone explanations. It was none of their fucking business.

“I’m just not in the mood”

“Okay, you do realize that you’re the younger sibling in this equation, right?” Brooklyn starts, she pretends she doesn’t know exactly why he doesn’t want to go “Plus, I’m sure there’ll be some unsuspecting girls there for you to prey on” She waggles her eyes and he crinkles his nose. Because she’s not going to give up, is she?

“C'mon. You know I never get to go out, and we have gone out together since you got back!” His sister, freshly divorced, really didn’t go out much. Between a full time job and single motherhood, she was pretty slammed for time. And he knew she would guilt trip him for the next month if he didn’t go with her.

“Fine” he grumbles.

“What was that?”

“I said fucking fine, okay?” He laughs and pushes her shoulder as he gets up to get ready.

He and Brooklyn had always been close. It was pathetic and Lance would NEVER admit to it, but growing up she had always been his best friend. While everyone else saw him as “Lance the mother fucker Tucker”, he’d just always been Lance to him. She’d smoked his first joint with him, she’d gone to almost all of his meets- and she reminded him that he was in fact a human being and not the “borg” he’d been programed to think he was.

So he get’s changed and lets her drag him to Otto’s.

He has that look on his face as he walks in, the stuck up one. His face is screwed up at the smell of cigarette smoke and the bustling bodies that pack the place. It’s not that its busy, nah, he’d always preferred loud and busy- it gave him the space to think.

But it’s the people in the bar that unease him. People he hadn’t seen in years. People who’d cheered for him and their little town during the Olympics. People wh-

“Hey” Brooklyn looks up at her younger brother, squeezing his bicep just for a moment. “Let’s go get some drinks? I’m thinking clear liquor for the night. Last time I drank Hennesy I made some fucked up life decisions”

“You’re paying since you forced me here”

“Cheapskate”

“Free loader” He pokes back, but follows her to the bar anyway.

It’s not the hell that he thought it was going to be-

It’s worse. The barrage of questions. The “Hey Man, haven’t seen you in forevers!” and “Welcome home Lancy boy”

He’s on his third vodka and lime- and he thinks that’s the only reason he’s still sane. Brooklyn’s driving anyway, he might as well get thrashed. Maybe he should take her advice? There we’re a couple of girls who he knew had been eyeballing him for the last hour or so he had been there but…how fucking boring.

The idea of it bored him to no end. Where was the fun in that? Lance had always hated easy. He was a gold medalist for fucks sake, he liked the challenge. He liked working for it-

And then, he hears a row of bell like laughter and he turns his head to follow the sound.

You’re standing there, across the bar with an Asian girl that he remembered. You’d hung out with her a lot in school…what was her name? Something that started with an M? Melanie?

“Meredith, oh my god, stop” he hears you say to the woman between laughs. Ah, Meredith. There it is.

Lance’s eyes take you in; from the smoky way you’ve done up your eye makeup to the way the top you have on is snug against your ample bosom. Fuck, had they always been that big? And if so- how were they that perky?

It’s how loose you look, though. That’s what really gets him. He doesn’t think he’d seen you look so…young since he’d got back into town. You and that mega watt dimpled smile you flashed him through T the entirety of his adolescence.

Brooklyn follows his line of sight wordlessly and sucks her teeth at what she finds.

“Hey, Meredith!” She calls and both of you turn in their direction. Lance wants to throttle and hug his sister- at the same time. Because yeah, he had already decided he was going to approach you, but not like this.

The two of you come over, you trailing behind your friend begrudgingly.

Why did Mer and Brooklyn’s daughters have to go to the same elementary school? Why had you gone to the bathroom with her? Ugh, you knew you should have stayed back at the table.

Brooklyn hugs Meredith shortly and then turns to you.

“Hey, Y/N! I haven’t seen you in forever!” The woman then gives you a small squeeze and you hug her back, albeit awkwardly.

You had never really known Brooklyn Tucker, she had been a couple years a head of you in school and the two of you had never really ran in the same social circles(well until her and Meredith became mommy friends)

She’s always seemed nice enough though.

“Right? How have you been” you take a sip of your frozen margarita, still not addressing the elephant in the room that happened to be her brother.

“I’ve been good! Hearing a lot about you lately- the girls wont shut up about the other day at your shop. I swear, Lula begs to go back every day” Brooklyn leaves out the part where Lance had asked her casually(obviously) what you were doing with your life lately.

“They’re such good kids, please bring them back soon! Cupcakes on the me” You chuckle. If she could bring them back with OUT Lance, that would be great.

“I’ll make sure to do that” Lance breaks in at that moment. He’d been content with just looking at the way those little booties of yours made you look til then. But he figured he might as well speak up, before you ended up walking away “How are you ladies doing tonight. Y/N?”

Meredith tells him something about being great because she was actually getting to spend time with adults, and he humors her, but it’s you his attentions are really one. And all of you know that.

“I’m fine thanks. You, Lance?” Your pleasant enough.

You’d already spent more then half the night bitching with your friends, filling them in on your life and the ‘Lance Chronicles’

They’d of course had a lot to say:

“Just ignore him. Like he needs anymore attention”

“Fuck that guy”

“Wow- how is he a bigger asshole now? I didn’t think he could get any worse then High School”

But Vanessa had gone and given you the best advice, like she did a lot of the time “Don’t let it bother you, seriously don’t stew on it. It’s just who he is, and you should let that kind of negativity affect you”

She always had been the brains of the operation.

“Eh-I’m a little bored. You want to help me with that?” When you give him a dead pan look he chuckles “Play a game of pool with me”

“Mmm” Your mouth pulls tight with skeptical eyes, your not convinced.

“I’ll buy you a drink, I mean that is if you win”

“It’s ladies night, I don’t require a drink. But thanks” You sip on the margarita in your hands, giving him a challenging look.

He feels…excited. His stomach stirring at that look in your eyes.

“You scared I’ll whoop your ass- no, it’s okay. I get it. I remember how sore of a loser you are” Lance taunts and you laugh at him, at the sheer ludicrously of the words coming out of his mouth.

“Okay, HAH! Are you talking about yourself?”

“Play me and we’ll see”

Brooklyn has never seen her brother in a showdown(outside of the gym) like he is now. The way your leveling each other is amusing- but dangerous. So she does what shes always done and breaks the tension before her brother breaks himself.

“Let’s all go play? We can go steal a couple of tables from the Roth’s?” She offers and Meredith looks to you, gauging your reaction.

You sigh.

How was it Lance always managed to coherce you into hanging out with him? It’s like you could never say no…

And that’s how you end up at the pool tables. It’s not your favorite area of the bar(by far); mostly because it was where all the handsy drunk men liked to hang out, but you manage.

Playing pool with Lance is more fun then you’d thought it was going to be; the liquor continues to flow and it takes the edge off of everything. Including the man. He’s not really as annoying when your drunk, just funny. Everything he says makes you laugh because really? Had this worked for him all these years?

“Ya know if I wasn’t happy you were speaking to me again you’d be really hurting my feelings right now” he comments as he sinks in a ball. He’d thrown you into another fit of giggles after he’s tried to use another “smooth” pick up line on you.

“Puh-lease like you really cared that I was mad at you. It’s not like you even tried to say sorry” you roll your eyes at his sweet talking.

“What do you mean? I came by the shop with the girls, didn’t I?” He looks serious, his posture straightened a bit and quirk your lips.

“Yeah? And? Was that your grand apology? Conning me into talking to you by bringing your nieces in? Not cool at all by the way! You know how cute they are!” You balk at him as he leans on his arms on the ledge of the pool table.

“I thought you didn’t want an apology at all?” His eyes are daggers. You can physically feel the pain.

“I don’t” you deny, but your voice is weak. He’s strikes at very opertune moment, you being tipsy and all. You think he might be a secret mastermind.

“I’m sorry”

You have a feeling he’s saying it more for his own benefit then yours, but still. Had you ever heard him apologize to anyone before? You don’t think you had.

Lance Tucker didn’t apologize. He made his way through the world unforgivingly victorious and that’s just how it had always been.

But he was at an empass with you, and he had, had one too many cups of vodka. And you were making him laugh, just like you had back in that art class so many years ago.

“Thank you. I appreciate it” your only 40% sarcastic. Tops.

“We friends again then?”

“I mean yeah, I guess” you shrug, playing with the left over ice in your drink as you speak “Were we ever friends though? I just thought you thought of me as your art partner?”

Lance tries to ignore the sting of your words, covers it up with a harsh, cocky sounding laugh instead “Well I guess to someone like you that’s how it’d look, huh?”

“Someone like me?” You snap, trying not to get offended.

“Yeah, someone who was popular back in high school” he clarifies and you roll your eyes at it “No, I’m serious. You’ve always had a shit ton of people trailing after you. Dying to make friends with you. It was honestly so annoying. I mean look, your still friends with the same people you were twenty years ago”

“Whatever. High school was shit for me just like it was for everyone” Did he not know that you’d gone through intense ridicule just like everyone else? Popular. Scoff. The popular fat girl that was cute enough to talk to but never enough to date. “Plus what the fuck, you were like a celebrity back then!”

“Yeah, after the olympics. Before…well…I’ve never been the greatest at making and keeping friendships” he chuckles and scratches the back of his head and you hold your poolstick with both hands and look at him.

Yeah, that you’d noticed.

“Ya think” you laugh and he glares a little bit. Here he was, bleeding heart and everything and you just kept laughing at him “I’m sorry. Rude. I won’t laugh any- I’ll try not to laugh. But Lance, c'mon. You’ve got to know how big of an asshole you can be, right?”

“I’ve been told once or twice. Yes”

You bite your lips together to keep that no laughing promise.

“I just don’t see the point in pussy footing around shit like everyone else does. You want something. You say so, and then you take it” Lance informs you of the motto he’s lived by his whole life and you think it makes you seem him in a new light, maybe understand him a little better then you had before. Because the years worth of bitterness behind those words was palpable.

“Fortune favors the bold and all that?” You question and he grins broadly at you.

“Yes. Exactly” You’re getting it! He thinks. Finally.

“Look, I get that you have to go after what you want in life, I really do, but you don’t have to be so…harsh while doing it. The worlds already a fucked up enough place with out shitting on it even more” You’re not trying to insult his life motto, just trying to give him some perspective.

Perspective that he honestly doesn’t want. Not tonight at least.

“We’ll just have to agree to disagree then, huh, sweetheart?”

“Yeah, I guess we will”

The game of pool has been all but abandoned during the duration of your talk. And where had Brooklyn and Mer gone? Where were was everyone?

It was just you and Lance and a sea of strangers.

“I should probably go find my friends” you chew on your bottom lip for a moment and look away from him. He can’t look away from you though, it’s like you’ve castes a spell on his drunk mind. His thoughts all swirl around you at a dizzying pace.

“Or you can play another game with me?” He suggests “I promise I’ll keep the “assholeyness” at bay”

“Is that even possible?” Your doubtful, but teasing and he grins and shrugs once.

“I mean I can try”

“Lance…”

“Come on. Whad'a you want me to do? Beg?”

You don’t think you’d mind hearing him beg. Seeing him on his knees- you bet those blue eyes of his would look damn good staring up at you from between your legs…

Fuck.

No. No, no, no. You couldn’t let yourself think like that. Those were dangerous thoughts.

Brooklyn, ever the tension breaker, makes her reappearance then and Lance gives her a frigid glare. Why’d she have to fucking be so annoying all of the time?

“Hey, Meredith wanted me to tell you that she had to go home a little early. Something about her sitter and a stomach flu?” Lances sister tells you and you make a face, going to pull out your phone.

“Really? She just left? Without saying goodbye?”

“Yeah a couple of your other friends took her. They told me to tell you that Courtney’s by the bar and they love you and not to drink anymore margaritas because you know you’re a light weight and you will black out. In direct quotes” Brooklyn’s icy blue eyes are amused as she laughs and you sigh, but chuckle.

So much for girls night.

“I’m going to go find Court. I’ll see you later?” You look between the siblings and they both nod, your gaze lingers on Lance for a second, before your walking back through the sea of people in search for you last surging girlfriend.

“God damn it, Brooke” Lance hisses at his sister when your out of sight and she smirks.

“Awe, baby brudder. Did I kill your game play?” Brooklyn reaches to poke his cheek and he retches away violently “Chill out. I actually ran some Intel for you tonight”

“What? Why?” Lance tries to sound indignant but Brooklyn knows him better then that.

“Cut the shit I can tell your into her. Meredith said she’s been single for a couple years so I think you’ve got a pretty good shot. IF you quit being a dick. I remember her, you know? From school. I had a class with her, she was younger but super smart so somehow she was in my senior English class- anyway, I remember her cause she cussed this guy out in the middle of midterms. Like tore him a new asshole bad” Brooklyn chuckles “Kitty’s got claws, Lance”

Lance mulls on his sisters words. Nothing she’s saying is a shock to him, he was fully aware that you had a surprisingly nasty set of talons on you.

“She’s got one hell of a nice ass, though” Brooklyn breaks her brothers thought process. She doesn’t want him hurting himself with the strain, and he cracks a grin.

“That she does”

“She’s a little bigger then I thought you liked them. But way prettier” Brooklyn shrugs as she takes your disregarded pool stick and proceeds to whoop her little brothers ass at the game.

They don’t stick around for much longer- Lance is tired and he whines it to his older sister until she agrees that it’s time to go home. As they step out into the chilly, spring night air Lance shoves his hands into the pockets of the bomber he has on.

Fuck, how he misses Southern California weather already. He didn’t even want to think about what the winter would be like.

He’s not paying attention to anything, really. Except getting to his sisters Lexus- that is until he sees you. Standing with your arms crossed over your chest on the curb. You look irate, and he thinks the group of drunk men that have just passed you probably has something to do with it.

“Hey-” Lance starts but Brooklyn cuts him off.

“Yeah, I see her. Go talk to her. I was going to smoke anyway”

You look up as Lance approaches you, giving him a small smile.

“What are you doing out here?” Alone? He wonders.

“Waiting for a cab” you answer simply.

“Where’re your friends?”

“Well most of them went home when they took Mer. Courtney wanted to stay longer since her boyfriend got here and I wasn’t in the mood to third wheel them for the rest of the night…plus I miss my dog” you explain the situation shortly to him, crossing your arms tighter when there’s a short gust of wind.

Lance’s mouth quirks to the side for a moment as he deliberates.

“Come on. We’ll take you home”

“No, it’s cool. I already called a cab”

“Gross” he clucks his tongue “You want some creep to drive you home at 1 in the morning?”

“No I don’t. Which is why I’m not going with you” you laugh at his persistence, you really weren’t going to be able to shrugs him off, were you?

“Mean. Brooklyn’s actually a really nice lady. I know she can come on a little strong-” he jokes and you bark in laughter “But in all seriousness, I’m not going to let you take a cab. So let’s go, yeah? It’s cold as balls out here”

You stare at him, really intently. Your eyes taking everything about him in. From the gelled back way he styled his hair to dark jeans he wore low on his hips. Lance, of course, thought you were checking him out and the arrogance rolled off him in waves.

You weren’t though…you were looking for something you know you wouldn’t find. Not in him.

Which is why you knew your next words were so stupid.

“Fine”

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Okay but how’d you guys like this one? I know there were a lot of new characters introduced, but I wanted to make it clear that Y/N’s has like deep friendships, and I didn’t think I could leave them nameless and establish that. What do you guys think of Brooklyn? She’s maybe one of my personal favorite characters in this story. I just love writing her.

Remember- feed back is fuel to me lol When I see comments and reactions to this story it makes me write like a mad woman! So if you want more let me know your thoughts! And tag lists are still open for this one!

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FED UP - TOM HOLLAND

Originally posted by navigaero

Based off of the request: Hi! Can you do an imagine were the reader is dating Tom. And she has this very important event and wants Tom there, but he couldn’t make it (idk maybe he was busy with the movies or something like that), and she gets sad because she wanted to see him (they haven’t see each other personally in a while bc the reader goes to university). And Tom tries to apologize doing something cute and the end is like very fluffy? Btw, sorry this is so long and I tried to explained the best I could. Thanks.❤️

Requested by @marifer-ea

AN: I feel like shit about this. It took me like 3 hours to write and it’s still TRASH! So i hope you like trash <3 (seriously though i hope you guys like it even tho i don’t feel too good about it)

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Vanished

Summary: Based on this anon request-

do you think you could do a request on a character that has teleportation powers for some reason? like they were just born w them and the team/nick fury literally can’t find her until they set bucky on her, ensuing a cute lil relationship between them?? thank you if you can!!

Bucky x reader, FLUFFA LIL BIT ANGSTY, Word count: 3,636

TW: Bucky sneaks into your apartment through your window

A/N: Sorry this request took so long, anon! I tweaked it a little so the reader wasn’t exactly born with powers- it made the story flow a little better I think. I really like how this turned out though–I hope you do too!!!

Your name: submit What is this?


“Dammit, Natasha! Stop lying! Stuff keeps going missing off my desk and my hunch is that Fury has you stealing it, isn’t that right Nick?” said Steve, clearly irritated with the situation.

“I swear I’m not taking your shit Rogers. Just because you can’t keep track of your stuff doesn’t mean I took it. I highly doubt Nick has anything to do with it either,” hissed Natasha.

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Professor Winchester.

Request: Hi, idk if you’re taking requests but I was wondering if you could write a professor Dean x student reader one shot? maybe some smut too?

Pairing: Professor Dean Winchester x Student Reader.
Other Characters: Charlie Bradbury, Cas Novak, random douche bag being a douche bag.
Warnings: Language, Smut (oral - female receiving, vaginal sex, unprotected sex), Implied cheating, Angst?, Comparing penis size to meats.
Word Count: 4.3k (what the actual fuck?)
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“What can happen in 4 weeks?”

Apparently a lot can happen in 4 weeks, now here you are at your college graduation doing something you only said 5 days ago that you wouldn’t do.

You’re in the back seat of Dean’s impala, both of you naked and you’re straddling him.
He pulls you flush against him, your bare chests pressed together as Dean thrusts up into you, over and over, your mixed moans filling the small space in the car, anyone could walk past and catch you but neither of you care.

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anonymous asked:

HEY DER! I completely love your Day and Night AU! I was just wondering if they sometimes hold celebrations/events at the Sky Court or the Sun/Moon Reamls for like eclipses and such? (Cause I don't plan on writing a fic and/or draw somethin about that...)

OMG!! i read a lot of fics taking the eclipses as a gala/banquet or any form of celebration and i think that is the most wonderful thing!! i love it!!! but eclipses only last so long and for me i picture eclipses as private moments between them. like when an eclipse happens they order their council to leave so they would have those seven minutes along together. man i just picture them dancing in those seven minutes but that’s just my take on it anon!! 

i’m going to give a little bit of a back story on this too just because haha. i thought of this right after reading this fic and then making this post lmao anyway

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Tips on Organization!

Hello Study Buddies!! Today was my first day back to school and I wanted to give you all some tips I plan to use this year to stay organized with a crazy schedule!

Tip 1: Get all of the information for the assignment ASAP and write it all down. When you begin a project or essay it is really easy to forget or push it off, but by putting down everything you need to do for it and then dividing that for the whatever amount of time you have is really good for keeping your organization on point. 

Tip 2: Having labelled sections for your binder or notebook will help when you need to find a certain thing.  As much as it is easy to just shove everything in your backpack at the end of a class period send the extra couple seconds putting it in the right folder saving you more time next time you need it!

Tip 3: Go through your backpack and take out anything you know you will not need. I personally try to do this every few days or during a lunch period because even things like gum wrappers will be in my bag and make it seem more messy than it truly is. 

Tip 4: Know your schedule. I personally use google calendar which I link to not only my computer but my phone say I can quickly check if I have a game or a test that day (personally my school has most teachers posting their assignments on that platform). 

Tip 5: Have everything you need but do not have more than you need. It is good to be prepared but do not make your backpack super heavy because having to carry that all day is very taxing. 

Tip 6: Use an agenda or even a list of what to complete. I have tried to make a list on calendar but do not like that and I personally just like to use my school given agenda because I find the fancy ones just break and I do not like carrying a bullet journal because I am afraid of losing it. 

Tip 7: Use a system AND THEN STICK TO IT!! I personally only use filler paper and then use a accordian folder from my bag to just keep all the papers from that UNIT/QUARTER! After the quarter ends I put all of the papers I will no longer need into a bigger accordian folder in my room in order to use all of those resources for the final exam. 

Thank you and I hope your school year goes amazing for you!! ~ @studyingwithjulia

ianwaffles  asked:

You found the finale of avatar disappointing, I was wondering if you'd elaborate further? I really enjoy the finale and while I still notice its flaws I find that I was ultimately satisfied with the conclusions for the characters and the scene at Irohs Tea shop I think was a perfect final scene for the gaang, (though I still find the kataang at the end disingenuous) Love this blog! its great to see Avatar dissected so thoroughly even after all these years!

Let me clarify that I was not at all disappointed at the time of my first viewing, being overwhelmed by the spectacle and all of the emotions around the series coming to an end. I still really enjoy the finale; however, Aαng’s character arc doesn’t stand up as well to rewatching as the others’ do.

Aαng had four major lessons to learn in order to become the Avatar:

1.     You can’t run away from your problems. Aαng has trouble with running away in episodes like “The Storm” and “The Desert”, the byproduct of being an airbender. He had to grow and develop, for example in “Siege of the North” and “Day of Black Sun”, to stand his ground and be there for his friends when he is needed. But in the finale, when his friends are pointing out that he has to kill the Firelord, he throws a tantrum and storms off. Later, when he is actually battling Ozai, he ends up hiding inside a ball of Earth just like he was when he was frozen in a ball of ice after running away from home. It’s baffling that this parallel was intentional, considering the lack of character growth it suggests.

2.     In order to master the bending disciplines, you must master their mindsets. Aαng constantly repeats and preaches about the wisdom of the monks, and tries to keep their culture intact. However, we see over and over again in the show that Aαng is not just an airbender; in order to be the Avatar, he has to value all the Four Nations as one. But in the finale, just look at how he takes the advice of Avatars past! Rather than listen respectfully before making his decision, he discards one piece of advice after another, not trying to find what is best for the world, but only looking for something that will validate him and his particular beliefs until Yangchen chides him for it. He even says of his elemental opposite, “I knew I shouldn’t have asked Kyoshi!”, and concludes, “Maybe an airbender will know where I’m coming from!” This is not indicative of an Avatar who treats the wisdom of all four nations with equal weight.

3.     In order to control the Avatar State, you must clear your chakras. The entirety of Book 2 built up to the moment when Aαng had to let Katara go in order to master the Avatar State. But as we move toward the Book 3 finale, we see Aang more and more attached to Katara—not just loving her, but possessive, jealous, and entitled. Then in “Sozin’s Comet: Avatar Aαng,” Aαng’s chakra gets cleared by a convenient rock with no spiritual input, leaving his control of the Avatar State in the hands of luck, rather than self-discipline.

4.     You must work hard in order to achieve your goals. Aαng was an airbending prodigy growing up; like Azula, he never had to work hard to achieve mastery over his element. So throughout the show, one of his challenges was having to accept that there were things he wasn’t a natural at, such as earthbending. Sometimes, as with firebending, he would have to come back to an element and discard his preconceived notions about it in order to succeed.

But in the finale, Aαng doesn’t have to work hard to master energybending. He doesn’t have to work at all! He swims to the lion turtle in a semiconscious state; he has the ability to energybend handed over effortlessly; he masters the discipline in an instant, with no training, and is successful the very first time he tries it.  This flies in the face of episodes like “The Deserter”, “The Guru”, and “Bitter Work”, all of which stress that patience and perseverance are more rewarding than instant power-ups and superior bending skills.


Sadly, Aαng’s  role in the finale didn’t do justice to all of the struggling and maturing that he had experienced beforehand; neither did it reinforce preexisting messages that the show had taught us. The Kαtααng endgame was just the last in a long line of “achievements” that Aαng, by the show’s own standards, was not entitled to, but gained anyway because he was the hero and had to come out on top.

Nancy Drew Gothic
  • You drop your purse. An eyeball falls out. Then two, then nine. You hastily try to shove the eyeballs back but they are rolling away from you. They spill out of your bag; too many eyeballs to retrieve.
  • At some point in time your friends will eventually pull off their disguises. They are Dwayne Powers. All of them are Dwayne Powers.
  • Walking long distances makes you black out. You arrive at your destination with an empty stretch in your memory. How did you get there? What happened along the way? You never remember the answers.
  • You have a boyfriend but you’ve never seen or touched him. “He’s real. I’m sure he’s real,” you whisper to yourself. But the doubts never dissipate.
  • Sometimes you touch an innocuous-seeming object and you hear the distant sound of a chicken clucking. Your pockets are now filled with eggs.
  • You have impossibly tangible memories from the 1930s. A familiar voice echoes through your mind as you drift off to sleep. “Drop a nickel into the slot, please.” You dream in black and white.
  • Every morning you pick flowers until the fateful day when the bees attack.
  • “Please come to Massachusetts,” your friend pleads. You agree and book a flight. But the day never comes. “Soon,” you promise. “I’ll be there soon.”  Months go by. Then a year. You still haven’t been to Massachusetts.
  • You eat a bowl of clam chowder. You spin a wheel and the prize is a whale watching tour. You eat more clam chowder and try to remember a time when you could smell something other than fish. After your third bowl of clam chowder, you spin the wheel again but it always lands on the whale watching tour. The fog rolls in. You order another bowl of clam chowder.
Drunk Confessions

A/N: This is a request I’ve been asked to keep anonymous. Thank you for the request. I hope you enjoy it. Publishing for Fluffy Rafi Friday for @yourtropegirl’sRaúl Esparza Appreciation Week. Thanks @larkistin for my Rafi and @minidodds for the beta!


The Cheshire cat grin on your face could only be explained by one thing, or rather person, Rafael Barba.

He had been your best friend since your Harvard days. The two of you had met in Dudley Garden, your secluded retreat, secretly tucked away between the end of Wigglesworth Hall and Lamont Library. It hadn’t been the best of meetings.

You were sneaking away to your hideaway during your free period. Your teachers had said medical school wouldn’t be easy and they’d been right. But it wasn’t the science that was troubling you, it was the social interactions, the need to be outgoing and vivacious all the time. It was hard work prompting a persona which didn’t come naturally to you. This was why you often took the chance to escape and revel in the natural beauty and solitude that the garden provided.

Except that your sanctuary had been invaded, by a rather handsome boy with scruffy hair. He was sitting under your favorite tree, nose buried in a law book. Biting your lip, you stood rooted to the spot, contemplating your choices. Just as you made up your mind to quietly slip away, the boy … well young man, looked up.

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cropclrcle  asked:

2,5,7,16,25 for a prompt where it's Sirius after Azkaban and the reader is a part of the order of the Phoenix, maybe they knew each other before he got arrested?

Right, after what feels like a 50-year writing slump, I have finally returned from the grave with this. It’s not my best work, but it’s something I guess. I also combined several asks into this prompt so have fun reading this!

2. “In the least creepy way possible, I know where you live.”, 5. “Emotions are a luxury I don’t have time for.” 7. “I just want to start over.” 16. “Tell me everything,” and 25. “Clearly I did not drink enough for this.”

4. “Why would you even suggest that?” 35. “You don’t deserve this.” And 59. “I don’t want you, I need you.” (Hey. Can I have 4,16,35 and 59 with Sirius pls. Thanks 😍😍)

13. “I love you, I always have.”  (Hi. Could I request a Sirius with nos 7,13, and 59? Thanks)


12 Grimmauld Place is cold and eerie, like something out of a horror film. It gives you the same feeling as a graveyard at midnight would and it’s unnerving to say the least. The place has a distinct air about it; like the walls cling to secrets best left in a grave.

Scaling the stairs, you let your fingers glide over the rail, leaving a trail in the dust. The floorboards groan beneath the weight of your steps as you continue to climb, passing several severed heads of the unfortunate house elves who had fallen victim to Wahlburga Black’s wrath. A pang of sympathy rippled in your chest; it must have been terrible living here.

Yet Sirius Black had to survive here for sixteen years.

It seemed like yesterday when he had arrived on your doorstep, glassy-eyed and exhausted. He had escaped with the hope of never returning, yet here he is, held captive against his will in a place he considers worse than Azkaban. He’s been a prisoner his entire life and the unfairness of it all shakes your heart.

It’s no wonder he’s retreated into his room, isolating himself from everyone and everything in this cursed house. Concern grows inside your ribcage like weeds, sprouting seeds of sympathy as you walk toward his door, your wand levitating a tray of tea on one side while the other trembles around the door knob.

You hesitate slightly, unsure of yourself. It’s been fourteen years since you’ve seen him and those years had dug a void between the two of you. A huge, gaping void that’s filled to the brim with things you could’ve said, things you should’ve said. It reminds you of your youth, standing on the other side of the door, wondering if he still thinks of you the way he used to when you were almost lovers. You have to do this, for Harry, for James and Lily, for Sirius, for you.

One knock, one tentative knock, and Sirius is already dismissing you.

“It’s locked. Don’t bother opening it.” He calls from the other side. You open the door anyway. Sirius is sitting with his back to you and you take a deep breath in, releasing it with a sigh.

“You’ve always been a terrible liar.”

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Bad End

This is one of my tributes for achieving 1000 followers! Thank you all so much! Enjoy! ^_~

Read the good end here.

Note: This is going to be LONG, so grab a snack / water.

WARNING: spoilers and violence ahead. Please read at your own discretion.


Thursday, November 10th.

It all seemed to happen in slow-motion. While undergoing a mission in Mementos to complete a request, the Phantom Thieves found themselves ensnared by the Reaper. The powerful Shadow had cornered them, thus fighting was their only option. Oracle had warned them of the threat that the Reaper imposed; it was unlike an enemy they had ever faced. It was verily a one-sided confrontation; the Thieves didn’t stand a chance at their current condition.

Joker signaled for the retreat, and Oracle was in the process of analyzing an opportunity for escape. Everyone was already exhausted; those with healing abilities now lacked sufficient stamina due to the Reaper’s vicious and unrelenting attacks.

“Got it! Let’s get outta here!”

The battling Thieves promptly nodded at Oracle’s cry, and most of them managed to stealthily sprint past the formidable Shadow. However, the Reaper abruptly landed a hit on one of two Thieves leading from the rear. Those two were Joker and Crow; the latter slammed to the ground with a grunt of pain, and the Reaper cocked its revolver to deliver the final blow. 

“Damn it. Not like this,” Crow hissed, weakly attempting to uplift himself. He rolled onto his elbows to witness his attacker maliciously floating before him, then he sealed his eyes shut and braced himself for the impact of a bullet. Crow briefly considered using his ‘special ability’, but he sensed that the foe before him had surpassed the realm of chaos and was on an entirely different level, one exclusively unique to the Reaper. 

The thunderous roar of gunfire echoed throughout the corridor, and the Thieves inside the Mona car desperately shielded their ears from the noise. 

However, Crow felt nothing. He slowly opened his auburn eyes, and they widened in shock as the sight before him was unveiled.

It was now Joker that stood before him, with his arms outstretched and a cocky grin plastered on his face. “You owe me,” he muttered before he proceeded to cough up blood. Crow noticed the bullet hole in Joker’s chest; it went clean through, and crimson liquid oozed out of it and dripped on Crow’s pristine white garb. 

“You…” Crow began. “You damn fool! I was aware of your recklessness, but I hadn’t anticipated this much stupidity from you.”

Joker laughed weakly as he clutched his chest. “Some leader I am.” He pivoted to face the towering Shadow behind him. 

“Crow.” The detective glanced at the back of Joker’s head. “You can make it to the car right? Take this back to the others.” He reached into his pocket and tossed a small notebook at Crow. “Read it with them. It’s pretty good.”

“Joker…” With a bit of exertion, Crow stood on his feet and gazed at the back of Joker’s ebony head. His hand tightly constricted around the pocketbook. “So be it,” he snarled, his voice heavy with frustration… and grief.

A damn hero to the very end… he never changes. 

Crow turned on his heel to scramble toward the Mona car. His body was on fire and his muscles were screaming from the previous damage the Reaper inflicted, but he ignored the pain and continued toward the vehicle.

Joker glimpsed behind to ensure that Crow made it safely into the car. Before Crow entered the car, he looked back at Joker. Joker smirked and waved at him, mouthing a final ‘see ya’ before once again diverting his attention toward his opponent. He was slumped over, and a harsh blow from the Reaper brought him to his knees.

Crow clenched his teeth and shut the car door behind him. “We need to go,” he stated quietly.

“Wait, where’s Joker?” Queen asked while she fired up the engine.

“Damn you, just go!” he shouted, causing everyone to sharply inhale. He didn’t look at any of them, he simply stared at his lap while the rest of the Thieves sat with bated breath, simultaneously understanding that their leader would not be joining them.

The atmosphere in the car was suffocating as Queen began to drive. 

“Hold on a damn second! We gotta go back!” Skull’s voice shattered the silence.

“Skull… please,” Panther pleaded softly.

“That’s our goddamn leader! We can’t just abandon him!”

He peered at Crow, who continued to silently gape at his lap. “Fine,” Skull seethed. “I’ll go back there my own damn self!”

“Skull, that is enough!” Fox bellowed. “All that will be waiting for us is death. We’ve sacrificed one of our own already; we cannot foolishly risk losing another!”

Silence befell the vehicle again from Fox’s sudden and harsh outburst. They all knew he spoke the truth, yet none of them desired to accept it; the mere thought was too agonizing to bear.

“D-damn it… damn it all!” Skull roared, nearly pounding a fist against the dashboard until he realized that Mona would get hurt from it. Panther and Noir held each other and wept. Oracle was gazing at her monitor, silently wiping away her tears so she could navigate. Queen sunk her teeth into her bottom lip and tightly gripped the steering wheel, with tears spilling over her eyes. Fox quietly stared out the window with his eyebrows furrowed and a grievous scowl etched onto his face. None of them spoke a word until they reached the entrance of Mementos.

“Hold a moment,” Crow commanded, his voice barely audible. The Thieves turned their attention toward him. “He handed me this and instructed me to read it with you all before he…” Crow hung his head and retrieved the book from his pocket.

“I’ve seen that before,” Panther said. “That’s his journal that he was supposed to fill out during his year here. Something to do with his probation…”

“Why would he instruct us to read it? Wouldn’t it be more sensible to return it to the chief?” Noir asked.

“If I may, I recommend that we read it. Perhaps there is vital information contained within these pages,” Crow chimed.

“You have a point,” Queen agreed. “This feels like an invasion of privacy, but this was a direct order from our leader. We should respect his… final wish.”

“Then… I will leave this to you, Queen. You are the adviser, after all, and you have been a Phantom Thief far longer than I. I trust there are no objections?” Crow surveyed the team. None of them contained enough energy to object. “Very well. Here you are.” He handed the journal to Queen, and she flipped the book open to the first page.

“This goes back all the way to April, when he first arrived.” Queen glanced up at the team. “Is everyone ready?” They mumbled their agreement. “All right… let’s do this.”


Sunday, April 10th

I just got back from Shujin and I can already feel the love. Sojiro gave me this diary to keep track of my year here, but… 

Was I really wrong about saving that woman? I couldn’t just ignore that, and I don’t regret stepping in, but… oh well. It’s over now. I just need to make it through one year. 

This should be good…


“I recall him mentioning his charges earlier. I assume this is what he was referring to,” Crow said.

“Yeah, some bastard threatened the cops and that chick to keep quiet about what really happened, and Joker had to take the blame for everything,” Skull responded. “Dammit, he could never catch a break.”

“…Let’s read on,” Queen quietly replied.


Monday, April 11th

Today, I saw a girl so beautiful I almost started crying. It was something more than her physical beauty, though… maybe her aura? Oh yeah, and I met this kid named Ryuji. He seemed a bit brash, but he’s actually pretty cool. We got stuck in this weird castle and I got this new power… Persona. But why…? I got a nice outfit out of it, so maybe I shouldn’t question it too much. I looked pretty good, after all. 

Anyway, I met a ‘cat’ named Morgana, too. I felt kind of bad for leaving it in that castle, but Ryuji and I had no choice. We were late to school because of that detour. 

The things we saw, though… students getting abused… Ryuji almost dying… I can’t let this go. I won’t let this go.


“Joker…” Panther’s voice quivered. “So this is what he thought of us…” Skull simply hung his head, and Morgana’s ear twitched. Queen skipped ahead to the next month.


Saturday, May 14th

Where do I even start? Makoto’s been on our case lately. I don’t think she’s a bad person, though. She’s actually kind of cute, and I’m pretty sure I’ve caught her following me once or twice. I wonder who put her up to this… 

Mishima’s been helping out, too. He’s pretty smart, even if he’s a little… eager. Also, this student from Kosei, Yusuke, approached us today and asked Ann to be his model. Not gonna lie, I would have been willing to take her place. I’ve been working out lately, so it’d be nice to have my effort appreciated. 

Anyway, Yusuke invited us to Madarame’s exhibition, so we should go investigate. That old man puts on a nice act, but I have a bad feeling about him… If he’s really plagiarizing his student’s work, I’ll make him pay, and I’ll make sure that Yusuke doesn’t have to suffer any longer…


“He never resented me,” Queen breathed shakily.

“Nor I… Joker truly believed in us, ever since our first encounters with him,” Fox added, his voice hushed yet dripping with sorrow.


Thursday, June 10th

This TV station trip is one of the seven circles of hell, I just know it… The hot air coming from the hosts and that Detective Prince definitely gave the place that nice, toasty feeling of hell-fire. 

Hm, Goro Akechi… We met him yesterday. He seemed cool, but today he ripped the Phantom Thieves a new one. Despite that, something about him seems… off. The look in his eye is familiar… almost as if he had suffered from this world, too. Or maybe I’m overthinking it…? 

Anyway, Dome Town was pretty fun. I’ll have to go there again sometime with my friends. We’ve become so close in such a short amount of time… I hope we continue to *Igor voice* strengthen our bonds…~

…I really hope that no one reads this.


Queen chuckled, tears starting to form in her eyes from how much she missed their leader. “That’s our Joker. Always so… charismatic.” She turned to face Crow.

His back was toward her and the surrounding Thieves. Revealing his twisted expression of agony and fury would only complicate matters. “Go on. Skip further ahead, if you please,” he softly ordered. “What did he write yesterday?”


Wednesday, November 9th

We’re still in the process of securing a route in the casino. Goro’s an incredible member of the team, even though he’s forcing us to disband after the fact. We’ve come so far, though. I tease them a lot, but I’m proud of everyone. Sometimes I really wonder if I’m worthy of being their leader… but I will never abandon them. They mean too much to me, and I’ll gladly protect them until the bitter end. Even if I have to face the entire world… 

I’ve been having a bad feeling lately. I think something’s going to happen to me. If that’s the case, then whoever’s reading this needs to flip to the last few pages of this book.


“The last few pages…” Noir repeated.

“What’re you waitin’ for?! Go to the end!” Skull demanded.

“All right, all right!” Queen did as she was told. She noticed that the following pages were adorned with stains of dried…

…Tears? she thought. No way… did Joker…? Queen’s own eyes were beginning to water, but she persevered and deciphered the blurred writing.


To my teammates friends,

I’m… really sorry that you’re reading this right now. It means that I wasn’t enough, and I failed as your leader. But please, no matter what happens to me…

Keep fighting.

It won’t be easy, and you’ll feel like the entire world is turned against you, but you must remember our goal, the reason we fight. 

We fight for justice, we fight for those that can’t fight for themselves, and we fight for each other. If any of you forget that, I’m going to haunt you and nag you until you recall our purpose. 

We will take this world and banish its corruption, for the sake of those who suffered just as we did.

Now, I have something to say to each of you.

Ryuji: You were there with me from the very beginning. That temper of yours got us in a lot of trouble, but… I’m proud of you for getting angry at the injustice of the world, and getting angry for the sake of others. Keep that fire in your heart, because that’s what will illuminate the way to a better future, even when you feel consumed by the darkness of the present. I… really hope you become less hard on yourself. It’s good to own up to your mistakes, but don’t crush yourself by carrying the blame of others. You deserve more than that, so let go of that extra baggage and run free toward the bright life you deserve. Now… go kick some ass, just like we always do, and make me even more proud.

Morgana: You’re really something special, believe it or not. You have just as much of a place in our band of misfits as anyone else. We don’t abandon one of our own, okay? A true family doesn’t give up on each other, no matter how tough it gets, so we’re going to help you until you reclaim your memories, and even beyond that. A deal’s a deal, right? I’m… really going to miss you telling me to go to sleep every night. It may seem silly, but I was really happy to know that you cared for me. You’re important, Morgana, and it would be a shame for the world to miss out on someone as precious as you. Thank you for looking after all of us, and it may be selfish of me to ask this, but please continue to do that in my stead. I believe in you.

Ann: I’m left in awe every single day by how strong you are. Your smile and your heart is a force to be reckoned with; no matter what life throws at you, you always manage to stay positive and true to yourself while simultaneously uplifting others. You have more influence than you realize, and you can use that to protect those you cherish most. I know that your encouragement and presence has meant so much to me, and I know you can do anything you set your mind to, so go show the world that beautiful heart of yours that could shame even the most benevolent of gods. I’m honored that I got the chance to fight by your side and watch you develop into such a strong woman. I’m… really going to miss your radiant smile. My day never really felt complete without it, so I can’t believe I made it this far. It was like a life without the sun. So… thank you for shining on me and sharing your light with me, even when you may have needed it the most… Take care of yourself, Ann.

Yusuke: You know, they say that beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and you have this incredible ability to see the beauty in everything, even the most mundane of things. You never dismiss an opportunity to learn and grow from your experiences, and I trust that you never will. Because there is a lot to take from this world, good or bad, and I know that you will always strive to take the virtuous path. Don’t be ashamed to ask for help or depend on material objects to survive; you must live on and continue to share your wonderful vision with the world, because it desperately needs to see through the eyes of beautiful people like you. I’m really sorry… that I couldn’t make it long enough to see that come true, but I have faith that it will. Because you’ve changed me, and I’m… thankful beyond words for that. Never give in.

Makoto: You’ve really outdone yourself. I’m shocked that we made it so far without you, and I’m so proud that you found your potential again. That just goes to show the world that everyone is valuable… everyone has the potential to accomplish the most impossible of feats, and that’s especially true for you. You’re not useless, and you never have been or will be. You’re always going to have something to provide, whether it’s knowledge or power or even a simple smile. The moment you realized that was the moment you came alive, and watching that transition was the most rewarding thing I could have asked for. Don’t underestimate yourself, Makoto; you’ve kept me grounded all this time, and it’s been a privilege having someone so reliable look out for me. Your leadership far exceeds my own, but your trust and wisdom gave me the strength to carry on. Thank you… your guidance has meant everything to me. Charge forward with everyone, and don’t you dare look back.


Fox had to continue reading for Queen; she had begun to hyperventilate from her tormented sobs, and Panther held her, whispering shaky words of consolation through her own cries. Fox’s own cheeks were streaked with his sorrow, and he continued to read the diary through his damp eyelashes.


Futaba: I remember when we first met you. I’m so happy that you gave your life a second chance. You and your life are too precious to throw away, and you realized that through your own volition. Getting to know you is something that I cherish, and seeing you take your life back… that was priceless. You’ve done great things in your life, and you will continue to do so because it’s not over yet. Sure, it’s going to seem unbearable at times, and you may want to give up altogether… But don’t. Find a reason to live, and then strive for greatness. Fighting for your friendship and trust was well worth it; I’ve learned a great deal from you, and… you’ve shown me that it’s okay to forgive yourself. I’m… so grateful that you’re here with us right now. Know that we will always be here for you as you navigate your way toward your new future. We won’t let you fall back into the shadows of the past, because we will be right behind you. Now, go show the world what it means to live, and don’t ever give up.

Haru: We haven’t known each other for long, but you’ve blossomed more beautifully than any flower. You allowed yourself to trust again, and that is the best outcome that I could have hoped for. Your kindness and brilliance need to be shared so that others may learn from your example… just as I have. Trusting others doesn’t make you weak… on the contrary, it makes you more formidable than you could ever imagine. You’re living proof. I’m sorry that I couldn’t get to see what new plants you’ve grown… but I’m sure they turned out amazing, because knowing you, you put your very heart and soul into nurturing them. I want you to do that for yourself, too, so that you can continue to grow, and even inspire others to do the same. You’ll achieve great things and surpass even your own expectations… because you’ll have those you trust to take care of you when you feel like you’re wilting. 

Akechi Goro: We don’t always see eye-to-eye, but you’ve endured so much, far more than anyone should. You don’t have to do it alone anymore… it’s not too late. Don’t limit yourself or your value based on other people’s expectations and opinions. You are what matters, and this is your life; don’t live it for anyone else’s sake but your own. I wish we could have gotten to known each other better and come to understand one another even more… Talking with you at Leblanc meant more to me than you probably realize. I know doing the just thing isn’t always the easiest path… but please, don’t squander the chance to start over and do something good. I hope you at least give yourself that much. Thank you… for everything. You’re a fantastic teammate… and friend.

…I’ve rambled on long enough. Thank you all so much. I won’t forget… what any of you have done for me. Please… continue to do for the world what you have done for me. Keep your hearts free, and know that I will always be with you. You’ve made me… so proud to be your leader. I will always treasure our time together… and our friendship. I… I’m going to miss you all so much… 

Break free from the chains of society, and reclaim your lives. Continue to fight for the sake of justice and those you cherish, even if the entire world stands against you. That is what it means to be a Phantom Thief.


After reading the final statement of the diary, Fox gently closed the book and hung his head as his tears splashed on the ground. 

Skull was on all fours, his yellow gloves becoming wet from his lamentation. “Damn it…” he cried, his face twisting with despair.

The girls had huddled up together, embracing one another while they mourned the loss of their leader and repeatedly whimpered his name.

Mona remained standing, balling his paws into fists and silently allowing his tears to splatter against the pavement. 

Crow remained turned away from the group as he attempted to dispel his internal conflict. His rival was vanquished, and the Thieves would surely fall without their leader… so why wasn’t he absolutely thrilled? 

…It seems as though Joker was wrong, he thought, as he finally pivoted to face the retching and anguished group. Crow hastily caught the tear that trailed down his cheek, grateful to his mask for disguising his face. 

He truly was an extraordinary leader… and an invaluable friend…

I’m gonna ramble about Desert Glass

-I don’t think she’s corrupted. My proof? Well, it’s mostly reasoning. Why would the Crystal Gems put a corrupted gem in an object instead of a bubble? Additionally, if they knew she can control sand, then why would they leave her in a desert? So this leads me to believe she was put in that pillow before the corruption bomb, so she should be fine.
-Sort of, because we know how fucked up a gem can be after thousands of years of imprisonment. I want her to be mad at the gems and at the same time ecstatic about her freedom. I’d like it if she used sand to battle the Crystal Gems while she happily exclames to herself “I’m free! I’m finally free!”.
-I made a design of her not so long ago and I like the idea of her having no eyes ?? Just something I thought of. So she’d be blind.
-In order to make up for her lack of vision, maybe she has the ability to sense the presence of gems (something that a few other gems have shown to possess, but not all). She can tell the difference between different “races” of gems, too. I like to think she thought Steven was some sort of defective Rose Quartz at first.
-She and Lapis could bond maybe ?? I don’t want her to get barned by any means, but I think Lapis would relate to her. Desert Glass on the other hand would be a little bitter (“How come they freed YOU and not ME?”). Though she doesn’t hate her and feels bad that she also spent millenia trapped in an object.
-So maybe she could go to live in the desert and build structures from time to time, but always making sure she doesn’t cause any trouble (this of course would only happen after her redemption arc).

Roommates Pt 1

Short series, so there will be another chapter coming up. slightly mature. A lot of drama. Justin moves in with Y/N, it causes complications.

“Yeah, its no problem!”

“Thank you Y/N, i’m sorry for asking last minute, it’s just cause you’re living close by and i really didn’t know who to ask and you were the first person that came to min-

“It’s fine Jaz” I say again.

“Ok. I love you. I promise we’ll catch up later.”

“Yeah bye Jaz.”

I hang up the phone. I let out a well deserved sigh. When your best friend of nearly 10 years calls, whines and cries like a little 5 year old, asking desperately for a favour, you just can’t say no. Jazmyn’s younger brother suddenly needs a place to stay for a while because he ‘accidentally’ got kicked out by his roommates. I mean there had to be a good reason for you to get kicked out. I just hope he isn’t a handful to look after. I hope he isn’t that messy roommate who doesn’t pay rent, eats all the food and comes home at 3 in the morning. I really liked having a small home to myself and wasn’t really looking for a roommate just yet. But I guess I can’t really do anything now. I guess Justin could stay here for a while, just until he could get back on his feet. 

I’ve known Justin for 10 years as well. Justin, Jazmyn and I use to run around their house and play together when we were young, like I was the third sibling. But I haven’t seen him since he was 15. I really no idea if he had changed or not. I just hope that he hasn’t like they say he has. Apparently he was a massive playboy, an arrogant immature ‘jerk’. 

“Knock, knock.” 

A sudden knock at the door appears. I didn’t really expect a friend today, so I’m guessing it was Justin’s arrival. I quickly walk up to open the door. Wow he really did change. He was tall, muscular and his hair was a dirty blonde. He wasn’t the little floppy haired boy i remembered. 

“Hey Y/N” he says cheerfully. 

He had a backpack on and a duffle bag along with him and not to mention a huge smile on his face. 

“Wow, you look really different Y/N” He smiles cheekily at me. 

“I could say the same about you.” 

I giggly jump at him, wrapping my arms around his structured frame, with his left arm still holding onto his luggage. He really did grow up nicely. Well what did i expect, he’s 20 years old now, we all change overtime but this boy definitely changed a lot in the 5 year span. 

“Uhh, Y/N” he slightly coughs out. 

I didn’t realise how tight I was hugging him. I quickly jump back, ripping my body away from his. He still had his white sneakers on, his backpack on and heavy luggage in his hand. 

“Oh sorry. I’ll show you your room. Follow me.” 

I lead us to the spare room which is next to mine. 

“ta-da” 

I dramatically wave my arms towards pretty empty room. I mean it had a bed, closet, side table and a clear desk for him. Jazmyn had left this room last year and i haven’t had anyone stay here since so it was pretty new beside a few decorations she left behind. 

“I hope this is ok” I clutch my hands together tightly, nervous that he wouldn’t like it or something. 

“Uhh make yourself at home. you can change it if you want to. I don’t mind. It’s just that Jazmyn left all her fake cactus plants here because she didn’t want the vase to crack while moving the-“ 

“Y/N” he speaks, knocking me out of my rambling mess. 

I look up to meet his brown pupils. He looks back at me. I didn’t even realise how light his eyes were. He had such nice eyes. The colour was a perfect honey brown. His skin was even nicer. It was a perfect light tan, it was so smooth, not a blemish in sight. 

“Uhh…Y/N. I’ll just settle in now.” 

I snap of my eye candying.

I quickly look down to hide the warmth quickly approaching my face. Gosh what was I thinking. I quickly turn around and walk out the door a bit faster than normal. I smack myself mentally. He had been here for 5 minutes and you’ve already made him feel uncomfortable. Get yourself together! I march pass his room and to my room. Frankly still mad at my past actions. This was not how you greet your guests! I needed to find my wallet and phone. I had to meet my boyfriend at 12pm and only had 5 minutes left. I quickly rip off my pj’s and change. I kneel down to my bedside table, grabbing my belongings. 

“Justin! I’m going out for a while.” 

I call out his name in a hurry, slipping on my white converse shoes. I jump up and peck my head at his door, wondering if he had heard me. He was slumped on his bed, clicking on his phone. He peers up at me. 

“Ok.” 

“Ok, see ya, don’t hesitate to call me. I have to meet someone in 5 minutes or –else we could definitely hang out.” 

I quickly smile before rushing out the door.                                                                          

“Sorry.” I quickly apologize before slipping into the opposite seat from my boyfriend. 

“Seriously, Y/N. Why are you always late.” 

He narrows his eyes at me, disappointment written all over his face. 

“sorry.” 

“Stop saying sorry, you were like freaking 1 hour late. what the fuck were you even doing.” 

“Uh, I had to-“ 

“Whatever Y/N.” 

He waves his hand in front my my face, almost like shooing a fly away and rolls his eyes. He grips his drink and sips his coffee, ignoring me completely. 

“I said I’m sorry, ok?” 

I hated when Andrew was like this. He always would hold grudges over the smallest things. 

“Whatever. Ok Y/N. Just order something and we’ll go home.” He says emotionless, eyes not leaving his phone screen. 

Not being able to stand him anymore, I stand up and pace myself out of the shop. We were suppose to finally have a date, after weeks, he finally agreed to go out with me on a ‘date’ to ‘enjoy’ each other’s company for what felt like freaking 10 years. We had been together over 1 year now. Andrew was not like his the first months of dating but now he acts so harshly towards me, almost treating me like a stupid damn dog, even a dog would get better treatment. 

“C'mon! stop being a dramatic bitch and come here Y/N!” 

I spin my body around, fire igniting all over. We were standing outside a coffee shop and were going to have an argument again. This situation was so familiar. I did not want to put up with this again. I scoff at him and think about stupid we looked as a couple. I stomp into my car and drive back home, desperately needing to shut myself in my room, blast my music so loud until the neighbours make a complaint. 

I march into my house, slamming the door before slipping off my sneakers and walk to get a cold drink of juice. I grab the whole carton and take a big gulp. The cold beverage felt so relaxing. 

“Ughh” I sigh out loud appreciation. 

I see why this juice was slightly pricier than the others. It’s promised ‘refreshing’ taste was definitely refreshing. I spot Justin walking out of his room. 

“Hey” 

“Hey Y/N. Did you just get back?” 

He walks towards the couch, plopping himself down. I take a seat on the kitchen stool. 

“Well, have you settled in fine?” 

“Yeah, I know where everything is. I didn’t know i get my own bathroom.”

 “Yeah, you do. It’s more convenient that it’s linked to your room right?” 

He stands up and re seats himself across the marbled counter top. He plops his hands under his face. His face was only a centimeter away from mine, his breathing warm, flattering against mine. 

“You look nice today.” He says casually. 

I wore a long sleeve crop and a cute skirt, nothing really special. 

“Were you on a date or..?” He speaks again. 

Wow his face was too close for my liking. I nervously inch away from him, a little scared i make a stupid mistake, especially when i was in this state. 

“Not really.” I say, ignoring the fact i was lying, I did not call that a ‘date’. 

The door flies open, revealing a Angry Andrew. 

“What is going on Y/N.” 

He quickly eyes between you two, eyes still blazing with fire from the earlier argument. He storms in and yells at you, totally ignoring the fact their was a guest in the room. 

“He’s my roommate. Jazmyn’s brother.” 

“When the fuck did you get a roommate?!” He raises his voice, angry at the fact you didn’t tell him. 

Well I’ve been trying to tell you, idiot. 

“Why didn’t you tell me! When did Jazmyn get a brother? Why didn’t you discuss this with me first?!” He continues to fire ridiculous questions at me. 

“I’ll just go..” Justin finally speaks, his voice reminding me he was still here. 

“ok, sorry for-“ I try to apologize for Andrew’s unwelcoming outburst. 

“Y/N. Come here. Now.” 

Andrew deathly eyes out his instruction, voice loud and serious, ignoring the fact I was trying to apologise to Justin, ignoring the fact we were not alone. He made me look so weak and pathetic. I hated this feeling. I felt like crawling under a rock at this point. Andrew was always demanding, angry and controlling. But he did not need to do this in front of Justin. 

“Fucking come here!” He yells even louder, his voice rising a hundred times more. I quickly stand up and walk towards him. He yanks my arm harshly, pulling me towards him. 

“Can we do this outside.” 

“Fine.” 

I drag him into my room, away from Justin. I shut the door before spinning on my heels. I didn’t know how to start this conversation suddenly, not really having any energy to keep up with him. 

“Well?” 

“He’s Jazmyn’s brother, he’s in college. He just moved in this afternoon.” 

“Why didn’t you tell me earlier? Y/N you know I want to know what’s going on in your life!” 

He clutches my hands, bringing them together. I sigh softly, completely drained from fighting. 

“Don’t worry ok? I love you. Only you.” 

I wrap my arms around his waist, wanting to wrap this conversation up. 

“Sorry Y/N” He says as he wraps his arms around my neck. 

I mentally sigh. I prayed this wouldn’t happen again, even though i knew it would definitely happen again.


I finally reach home after a long day at work. Gosh my ankles hurt. I couldn’t wait till I take a warm shower and freaking sleep! I needed sleep! I open the door, slinging my bag onto the couch. I groan at the comfy couch beneath me. Maybe I shouldn’t have a shower and should just fall asleep now. 

Justin suddenly walks out of the shower with only a towel wrapped around his waist. He casually walks into the kitchen, completely unaware of Y/N coming home. 

I hear sudden footsteps. I see Justin freaking half naked, his bare structured torso glistening. He was too much. This was too much. Before I could escape, he spots me. 

“Oh hey Y/N.” 

I smile briefly at him. 

Keep your eyes up. Keep your eyes up. Be normal. I mean I’ve seen many guys half naked, i didn’t know why this was any different. 

“I just came back from the gym and decide to take a shower.” 

He lightly chuckles, reaching up to run his fingers through his damp hair. That was the last straw. I couldn’t take it anymore. I stand up completely. 

“Uhhh- I’ll just take a quick shower too.” 

I keep my head down, unable to look anywhere but the ground. I didn’t trust myself. I quickly pace myself to the shower.


“Can we catch a movie today?” 

“Y/N I’m busy today, how about tomorrow?” 

“You always say that.” 

“C’mon babe dont be like that. You know i’m busy at work. I promise tomorrow ok?” 

“Yeah.” 

I hang up before mumbling a bye. I put on a random movie. After a while i was starting to get bored and cold. 

“Justin!” I yell for him from the living room. 

After a moment he stumbles out of his room, looking groggy. He wore a black hoodie and grey shorts. Wow he looked like a model even though he just woke up. Why did he even stay in school, he should’ve just went out and became a model. This kid. 

“Mhmm, what is it?” 

His voice rough and deep, making my insides jump a little. On the other hand he looked as if we wanted to drop dead, his eyes were barely open, his hair ruffled and messy. 

“Can you keep me company?” 

I really missed Andrew and he was never around. I haven’t seen him in nearly a week! I mean Justin and I did get closer the past week, even though i always went work and he was always at college or out with friends. I just secretly hoped I wasn’t pushing the boundaries right now or made him feel uncomfortable. Was I asking for too much? 

“Sure.” 

His facial expression were hard to make out, not really knowing what he was thinking. Did i seem desperate? 

He shuffles onto the couch and lays his head on my lap, completely closing his eyes instantly. I smile, grateful that he was willing to keep me company even though under all the circumstances. It was 1am and it was so cold. I slowly drift off to sleep, my mind flying away.


“What is happening here?!” 

Andrew’s loud voice knocks me out of my dream, his voice was loud it’ll probably knock a dead person alive from it’s grave. I get up from Justin and I’s position. First thing I do was obviously explain that it was not what it looked like. 

“Andrew, we were ju-” 

SLAP. 

I hard fucking slap to my left cheek, so hard it made me stumble back a few steps. 

Tears instantly spill from my eyes. I tightly clutch onto the heated slap. It burned so bad. It not only burned but the embarrassment that came with it. I sparely glance my eyes at Justin. He looked just as surprised as I was. He was now definitely completely awake and aware of what just happened. I rush out of the door, grabbing my keys and running to my car. I’m over this. 

“Come back here!” I hear Andrew’s voice. I ignore it. I keep walking. I walk a little faster, not sparing a second to look back. 

“Y/N” Andrew grips my wrists and spins me around at once. 

“Look at me Y/N. How could you do this? Fucking explain cause i really want to know. W-was it him? Did he seduce you?” 

“Its over Andrew.” 

“What?” 

I don’t reply for a moment. I had no breath left. He repeats his question again, still not believing his ears. 

“You heard me.” 

He scoffs loudly at me. I turn away, out of his grip and continue to walk to my car. 

“You fucking bitch. I can’t believe you’ll cheat on me like this. Now you’re walk away from me?! Seriously? All because that stupid kid appeared in your house two weeks ago.” 

I ignore him, especially his last comment.


“Cheers to being single!” 

You raise your what felt like 100th shot in the air, clinking glasses with a few of your workmates. You gurgle the stinging liquid down your throat. Gosh this felt relaxing. You felt out of this world. You felt the sadness fade away completely.

“Another one!” 

After a couple more hours, everyone insisted we finish up. You hazily stumble your way to the car. After a hell of a car ride you walk to the door. You were so glad you didn’t get hit and extra glad you didn’t hit anyone. You pound repeatedly onto the door, being too lazy to find the key and open it yourself. 

“Justinnn.”  

You let my body clash against his, allowing your whole body weight to be supported by his. 

“Woah woah, slow down Y/N. Are you drunk?” 

He holds me up, examining you with a worried expression. You wore a tight black dress, done your hair and makeup, surely you looked nice. You confidently make a move. 

“Let’s have some fun today.” 

As seductively as you could, you touch down his chest through his white tee. You bite my lip in anticipation as you feel his muscles through the thin fabric. He really did get hot in the past five years. You glance down eagerly, wanting to see what was under these clothes already. You could hear his breathing getting heavy, which was a good sign to carry on. You slip your hands under his shirt, feeling his warm smooth skin. You could hear his breath hitch. You push him against the wall before dropping to your knees. He stands still, his breath unsteady and shaky. 

“Y/N.” 

You palm him through his sweatpants. 

“Yes?” 

You peer your eyes up at him. 

“Please just stop this.” 

He grabs your wrists away from his hardening crotch. He was getting harder by the second, even by look at the sight of you being on your knees in front of him. He glances down at you, your eyes seductive as ever, hair blown out as ever and dress sexier than ever. Fuck, this was harder than he thought. 

“Does Justin not like me?” 

You pout your lips out. Justin scoffs mentally, you did not know how much he wanted you. 

“Just stop.” 

Justin almost begs you stop torturing him. You were drunk. He didn’t want you to make a mistake. He forcefully walks away with all the self control he had left and stomps to his room to take care of his now current problem.


You wake up to a pounding headache. Wow what even happened last night? Not a blink of what happened yesterday travels back. You slump out of bed. You glance down to notice you were still in yesterday’s dress. 

You sigh in disappointment. You remembered you went out to drink with your workmates, no wonder you had a nasty hangover. You wriggle out of your dress and take a fresh shower to clean off your dead body. 

Almost zombie like, you slump your way to the kitchen. You spot justin eating his colourful fruit loops. Justin takes another bite despite aware of your presence. He tries to ignore you. 

“Justin, morning.” 

You hazily greet him. 

Justin recognizes the fact you were so normal, your voice steady like usual. You didn’t remember yesterday. But Justin on the other hand remembered it all too clearly. 

“Y/N, do you remember yesterday?”