but that stupid rumor

6

In this past year so many people have given their rude, disgusting, ignorant and violent opinion about everything and anything concerning Johnny Depp, and they all felt they had every right to do it, hiding behind their avatars getting involved in things that our none of their business and they know nothing about, just stupid rumors and lies. But when he makes a JOKE, people loose their minds #hypocrits

FRED AND GEORGE WEASLEY SEEING THIS SMALL, SKINNY BOY STRUGGLING WITH HIS TRUNK ON THE HOGWARTS EXPRESS AND OFFERING TO HELP HIM BEFORE KNOWING WHO HE WAS 

FRED AND GEORGE WEASLEY REALIZING THIS SMALL, SKINNY BOY IS NONE OTHER THAN HARRY POTTER AND THEY’RE SO IN AWE BECAUSE THEY GREW UP HEARING STORIES ABOUT THE BOY WHO LIVED 

FRED AND GEORGE WEASLEY SEEING THAT THEIR BROTHER HAD QUICKLY BEFRIENDED HARRY AND DECIDED THAT THIS BOY WAS THEIR LITTLE BROTHER TOO

FRED AND GEORGE WEASLEY BEING SO SUPPORTIVE OF HARRY DURING QUIDDITCH AND ALWAYS STANDING UP FOR HIM

FRED AND GEORGE WEASLEY NOTICING THAT RON WAS WORRIED ABOUT HARRY NOT ANSWERING HIS LETTERS SO THEY VOLUNTEER TO STEAL THE FLYING CAR TO RESCUE HARRY 

FRED AND GEORGE WEASLEY MAKING JOKES ABOUT HARRY BECAUSE THEY DON’T LIKE SEEING HARRY UPSET SO THEY TRY HARD TO MAKE HIM LAUGH AND TO MAKE OTHERS REALIZE THE RUMORS THEY’RE SPREADING ARE STUPID 

FRED AND GEORGE WEASLEY GIVING HARRY THE MAP HIS FATHER AND HIS FRIENDS MADE WITHOUT EVEN REALIZING THEY WERE PASSING DOWN A LEGACY

FRED AND GEORGE WEASLEY GIVING THE MAP TO HARRY NOT EVEN THEIR OWN BROTHER BECAUSE THEY KNEW HE NEEDED IT MOST 

FRED AND GEORGE WEASLEY SUPPORTING HARRY THROUGH THE TRIWIZARD TOURNAMENT, BECAUSE SURE THEY’RE JEALOUS, BUT HE’S HARRY AND HE’S THEIR BROTHER SO THEY’RE GOING TO BE THERE 

FRED AND GEORGE WEASLEY INITIALLY REFUSING TO ACCEPT THE MONEY HARRY HAD GIVEN THEM, BUT FINALLY TOOK IT BECAUSE HARRY WAS RIGHT, PEOPLE NEEDED A GOOD LAUGH

FRED AND GEORGE WEASLEY TEACHING HARRY HOW TO SHAVE AND DANCE PROPERLY BECAUSE “WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU NEVER LEARNED? YOUR UNCLE NEVER TAUGHT YOU?” SO THEY BROUGHT IT UPON THEMSELVES TO TEACH HIM

FRED AND GEORGE WEASLEY GIVING HARRY GIRL ADVICE, HARRY HUNCHED OVER LAUGHING BECAUSE THEIR ADVICE RANGED FROM SUPER SERIOUS TO “SERIOUSLY, PETTING HER HAIR WHILE SAYING ‘PERFECT’ IS A SURE FIRE WAY TO GET HER TO DATE YOU”

FRED AND GEORGE WEASLEY OCCASIONALLY ASKING HARRY TO SIT WITH THEM WHEN RON AND HERMIONE AREN’T WITH HIM

FRED AND GEORGE WEASLEY SHOWING HARRY THEIR EXPERIMENTS AND CONSTANTLY THANKING HIM FOR THE MONEY BECAUSE HARRY HELPED THEM ACHIEVED THEIR DREAM, SOMETHING WHICH HARRY WAS PROUD TO DO

FRED AND GEORGE WEASLEY KEEPING IN TOUCH WITH HARRY AND CONSTANTLY SUPPORTING HARRY THROUGH HIS DARKEST DAYS BECAUSE THEY BELIEVE IN HARRY SO MUCH

FRED AND GEORGE WEASLEY MAKING SURE HARRY IS SAFE AND REASSURING THE WIZARDING WORLD THAT HARRY WILL HELP

FRED AND GEORGE WEASLEY NOT ONLY WORRYING ABOUT RON, BUT OF HARRY, THEIR BROTHER, AND HERMIONE BECAUSE THEY KNOW THERE’S NO ONE TO CARE FOR THEM ANYMORE

FRED AND GEORGE WEASLEY FIGHTING IN THE BATTLE OF HOGWARTS NOT ONLY FOR THEIR FAMILY, BUT FOR HARRY, THE SMALL, SKINNY BOY THEY MET ON THE TRAIN SO LONG AGO WHO WAS NOW A MAN FIGHTING FOR WHAT HE BELIEVES IN. 

FRED WEASLEY DYING BECAUSE HE WAS FIGHTING FOR HARRY, SOMETHING HARRY WILL NEVER GET OVER.

GEORGE WEASLEY NEVER GETTING MAD AT HARRY, BECAUSE HE AND FRED FOUGHT FOR THEIR LITTLE BROTHER AND THEY WOULD NEVER LET THEIR BROTHER GO THROUGH THE WORLD ALONE

FRED AND GEORGE WEASLEY BEING THE BEST DAMN OLDER BROTHERS TO HARRY POTTER.

VALENTINE’S DAY 2013
VALENTINE’S DAY 2014
VALENTINE’S DAY 2015

VALENTINE’S DAY 2016
 

 I MADE IT. JUST IN TIME.

It’t not a comic, but I can’t break the Valentine’s Day Sterek tradition! Happy Valentine’s Day to all my wonderful friends and followers, thank you for another beautiful year of looking at stupid dorks in love!

(ALSO… I don’t want to spread rumors, but could this be a premonition of what’s to come on Seed Wolf? ;3 )

I hardcore headcanon that Ed became something of a mythical figure to the Amestrian military (and probably Amestrian public) after the Promised Day

Like immediately afterward he goes home and stays home to help Al recover, then travels the West as like a scholar, then settles down with Winry and has kids–it’s pretty obvious he never went back to the military at any point during that, and that he’s stayed well and far out of the public eye.

So what’s that leave the military with? “Hey you heard of Edward Elric?” “Oh yeah isn’t he that dude who passed the state alchemy exam at 12, punched God in the face, toppled the whole military coup with Fuhrer Mustang, and vanished? Yeah he had a cubby here for like…4 years.”

And with so many people knowing half-truths about what really happened in Amestris, I fully believe that hundreds of fantastically stupid and marginally correct rumors spread about Ed. “I heard Ed Elric met God twice.” “I heard he’s the only person to ever successfully break the core law of alchemy.” “I heard he’s a 4,000 year old prophet who discovered immortality and that’s why he’s so skilled.” “I heard he fought a tank.” “I heard God personally took his limbs away and that’s why he’s half-metal.”  “I heard he actually invented alchemy.” “I heard he once beat up Fuhrer Mustang with his own hands.” 

Like it’s the most central, prominent piece of small talk among new recruits–who knows the best little factoids about the child prodigy who hangs with God and saved the world and disappeared Jesus-style immediately after. Mustang walks out into press conferences, maximum security with reporters clamoring to lobby their questions at the leader of the entire nation, and somehow he always ends up with a flood of “Can you confirm?” tall tales about Ed.

“Fuhrer, is it true that Edward Elric discovered how to transmute his soul into a higher plane of existence and so he quit the military to achieve the status of a god?” 

“Edward Elric is a 32 year old man who lives in a farmhouse out east and raises sheep part-time. Last I heard from him he was learning how to make raspberry pie and trying to teach his daughter how to count to 7. Who the hell feeds you this information? Next Question

Yes Ma'am (Montgomery De la Cruz Imagine)

OKAY HERE ME OUT This is my first imagine and I just wanted to see if I was any good at this, so feel free to leave feedback. I’m def Jeff trash but I just had this idea about my other baby Monty and wanted to run with it. I hope you guys enjoy!

WARNINGS: swearing, mentions alcohol (pls let me know if there is anything I should add)

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(Y/N) was standing next to Tony at the dj station, the dance by then in full swing. Her eyes scanned the crowd of drunken teenagers dancing wildly as her fingers twisted in Tony’s headphone wire in boredom. Jessica had told her that going to the dance tonight would be a great time, but she had disappeared with Justin, leaving (Y/N) to wander by herself. Tony was doing his best to cheer her up but her mind was wondering to her boyfriend Montgomery, who she hadn’t seen yet tonight. Their relationship had been on the down low for months, both of them knowing that drama would be stirred up the second the news of their relationship got out. That’s why when Monty asked her to the dance, she sadly had to decline, telling him they’d find a dance to attend together once everyone had found out about their relationship.

“(Y/N) are you sure you’re alright?” Tony snapped her out of her thoughts. “Yeah!” She smiled politely at him, knowing he was trying his best to keep her entertained.“Yeah Tony I’m good.” She had spoke too soon as her attention turned back towards the crowd. Within seconds she had found Monty making his way through the crowd. The way that jacket fit his broad shoulders perfectly almost made her wanna give into him right then and there. But her thoughts were soon distracted by Montys actions as he came up behind Courtney, whispering something in her ear. (Y/N) tried not to think too much of it until Courtney turned, pulling Monty closer to her and whispering in his ear as well. (Y/N) let out a frustrated sigh and left the dj stand, forcing her way through hundreds of teenagers to get through the door. Monty spotted his girl leaving the place and excused himself from Courtney. He adjusted his jacket and picked up his pace as he followed (Y/N) out, trying to catch up with her.

“Babe!” He yelled once he had spotted her in the hallway. “Baby wait!” He called out again, softly taking her arm to stop her. She turned towards him, keeping her eyes down to hide her brewing tears of frustration. “What’s wrong?” He said softly bending down to try to get her to look at him.

“What’s wrong?” She raises her voice, almost shocked that he doesn’t know. His heart sinks, knowing he’s done something to upset her yet again. He couldn’t seem to get it right with her lately. “Mont you can’t just expect girls to be all over and have me be okay with it! Especially when you’re enjoying it so much!” She threw her arms up and rolled her eyes.

“She wasn’t.. I wasn’t.. it wasn’t like th-” Monty tried to tell her the truth because he knew how bad it looked. But telling girls exactly how he felt always made him feel weak, which is something Montgomery de la Cruz was never supposed to be.

“Mont I just wanna go home.” She held the bridge of her noise, clearly aggravated. He gulped.

“Let me at least bring you home.” He pleaded with her.

“Yeah right Monty. Like you’re sober enough for that.” She snapped more then she intended to, but this wasn’t the first time he’d been on her nerves this week. This was the third time in the last week Courtney had used Monty for some reason, and it looked like Monty was enjoying it. When in reality, Monty was just listening in on rumors going around, which he knew (Y/N) wouldn’t be proud of anyway. Giving in he got his keys out of his pocket, giving them to her.

“You’re right. I’ve been drinking. But at least let me get out of here with you?” He mumbles as she takes them from his hands. She nods understandably.

“Thanks.” He whispers as they make their way out to his jeep. As they finally arrive, he opens her door for her, but steps in front before she can get in. “I get nervous around you.” He admits, making (Y/N) furrow her eyebrows.

“Montgomery what’re you..”

“You make me nervous. I don’t wanna screw things up with you. I do stupid things and I make stupid decisions and I know I’m gunna disappoint you. And it fucking sucks cause I wanna change. I wanna be the best I can for you. And I’m working on that. But I’m not a cheater. And I could never.. I could never do anything like that to hurt you. I love you too much to risk that.” He looked for any response in her eyes, but he couldn’t find one. He’d never opened up to a girl like that before, and his nerves were getting the best of him. But he wasn’t about to let his dream girl slip away over a stupid dance.

“But Courtney.. ”

“Fuck Courtney. She uses me to spread rumors. That’s all that is. I don’t feel that way about anyone else but you.” She let out a sigh, keeping her eyes locked with his.

“I don’t want you to be nervous.” She sighs quietly. “I know who you are Mont, and I’m still here. I’m here because I know you aren’t that guy all the time. And I know you’re trying to change. I don’t get upset over you spreading rumors or stupid stuff like that. I get upset when I think other girls are getting to you.” He sighs shaking his head quickly.

“(Y/N), You’re the only girl that gets to me.” He says quietly, finally placing his hands softly on her hips. She looks up at him, giving him a small smile.

“I love you.” She whispers, keeping their eyes locked.

“I love you too.” He whispers back, finally leaning down to connect their lips together softly.

“Get in the car Montgomery.” She laughs out seconds after he pulls away, trying to get him to finally move and get into his seat so she could drive home.

“Yes ma'am” He smirked, kissing her cheek before making his way around the car.

Originally posted by knightlley

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A former writer of 1N2D took this picture during her last filming day with the show last week and she posted a long note explaining one of the things that made her proud of the 1N2D members.

She ended up her message saying that she was able to be happy all this time thanks to them and that from now she’ll keep on being a 1N2D fan forever.

In the final hashtag, she asks journalists to write more articles about this (rather than say… stupid rumors like dating scandals or whatnot I guess). She also wrote that Junho is not on the picture because he had to poop first and ended up at the back of the queue as a result hahahaha!

Thanks @JJYAustralia over on Twitter for translating this heartfelt post~

Clueless

Summary: Realization strikes you once you’re suddenly overwhelmed by your feelings for your roommate, blaming yourself for being so clueless all along to see what was really infront of you.

Word Count: 1,931.

A/N: Enjoy this Roommate!Bucky fic I decided to come up with. Surprisingly, I really like how it came out. Hope you enjoy! And as always, feedback would be greatly appreciated.

Originally posted by buckynsebimagines

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  • what angelica says:
  • I'm not here for you.
  • what angelica means:
  • [ALEXANDER]
  • Angelica
  • [ANGELICA]
  • Alexander
  • Congratulations You have invented a new kind of stupid
  • A 'damage you can never undo' kind of stupid
  • An 'open all the cages in the zoo' kind of stupid
  • 'Truly, you didn't think this through?' kind of stupid
  • Let's review
  • You took a rumor a few maybe two people knew and refuted it by sharing an affair of which no one has accused you
  • I begged you to take a break, you refused to
  • So scared of what your enemies will do to you
  • You're the only enemy you ever seem to lose to
  • You know why Jefferson can do what he wants?
  • He doesn't dignify school-yard taunts with a response!
  • So yeah, congratulations!
  • [ALEXANDER]
  • Angelica
  • [ANGELICA]
  • You've redefined your legacy
  • Congratulations [ALEXANDER]
  • It was an act of political sacrifice!
  • [ANGELICA]
  • Sacrifice?
  • I languished in a loveless marriage in London
  • I lived only to read your letters
  • I look at you and think 'God, what have we done with our lives and what did it get us?'
  • That doesn't wipe the tears or the years away
  • But I'm back in the city and I'm here to stay
  • And you know what I'm here to do?
  • [ALEXANDER]
  • Angelica
  • [ANGELICA]
  • I'm not here for you
  • I know my sister like I know my own mind
  • You will never find anyone as trusting or as kind
  • And a million years ago she said to me 'this one's mine'
  • So I stood by
  • Do you know why?
  • I love my sister more than anything in this life
  • I will choose her happiness over mine everytime
  • Eliza
  • [ALEXANDER]
  • Eliza
  • [ANGELICA]
  • Is the best thing in our lives
  • So never lose sight of the fact that you have been blessed with the best wife
  • Congratulations For the rest of your life
  • Every sacrifice you make is for my sister
  • Give her the best life
  • Congratulations

Due donne (non voglio entrare nel merito della questione, mi interessa la risonanza sociale del fatto) ieri sono state sequestrate e derise da alcuni dipendenti della lidl di Follonica mentre rovistavano tra la merce difettata che non poteva essere venduta (tra la spazzatura in pratica). Di solito non mi esprimo perché non penso di poter aggiungere qualcosa di significativo a questi dibattiti, ma oggi è diverso. Mi è sembrato di impazzire leggendo centinaia di commenti aberranti, mi sono sentita sola e un sacco di volte mi sono chiesta “ma davvero sono una buonista/moralista/perbenista/incapace di farsi una risata”?
Alla fine sono riuscita a salvaguardare la mia sanità mentale grazie ad uno schema molto semplice che vi potrebbe essere d'aiuto:

1) sei un dipendente pagato col minimo salariale e sottoposto ad orari massacranti e decidi di ingabbiare chi sta peggio di te, sbeffeggiandolo, facendoti filmare e diffondendo il video? Allora ti informo che:
a- non sei il re degli scherzi
b- non sei molto intelligente dato che così facendo ti sei autodenunciato
c- non sei il super impiegato del mese dato che rimani l'ultima ruota del carro
d- resti un povero cristo, solo che adesso sappiamo tutti che sei anche una persona di merda mentre prima solo tua madre ne era a conoscenza

2) sei una persona che per caso si è imbattuta nel video in questione e hai pensato che alla fine non è poi così grave perché (scegli l'opzione che preferisci)? :
a- gli zingari sono brutti e rubano i bambini e poi magari se li mangiano pure
b- quelle donne stavano rubando
c- una volta ad un amico dell'amico di tuo cugino sono entrati i ladri in casa e sei sicuro che fossero zingari
d- quella volta in stazione non ti sei fermato a darle dei soldi e allora quella zingara ti ha lanciato una maledizione
Allora ti informo che:
- non hai un forte senso civico, non sei un giustiziere degno della medaglia al valor civile, non sei un valoroso patriota
- sei solo una persona di merda nonché razzista (pure se dici di non esserlo, lo sei, fidati)

3) sei un frequentatore di pagine goliardiche dove imperversa il cattivo gusto e grazie a questo episodio hai dato sfogo a tutta la tua creatività?
Allora ti informo che:
- non sei un super genio della satira
- non sei il re del ‘blec iùmor’
- probabilmente, anzi certamente, non sai nemmeno cosa siano la satira ed il black humor
- se le persone non ridono il problema non è il loro perbenismo/moralismo, il problema è che sei solo un coglione e circondarti di coglioni che ti danno corda non ti farà sembrare meno coglione

4) sei una persona che è rimasta disgustata leggendo la notizia ma ancora di più scorrendo i commenti vari di gente comune, di giornalisti e di esponenti del mondo politico?
Allora ti informo che
- il problema non è il tuo se non riesci a capire come si possano giustificare episodi del genere
- non sei un moralista e il tuo senso dell'umorismo non c'entra nulla
- si, è razzismo misto ad ignoranza, hai ragione a chiamare le cose col proprio nome, pure se fa paura
- non penso tu sia in minoranza, è solo che le persone stupide fanno più rumore, questo paese non è tutto marcio, anche se lo sembra e ce lo dobbiamo ricordare

The AU that won't get out of my head

- Keith is getting harassed by a bully in a high school setting
- Keith has a reputation from his last school—garrison high—for being a rebellious kid who got into fights all the time
- Nobody bothers to check and see if those are just rumors or fact except Lance
- Lance has got a chip on his shoulder to fight this Keith cause he’s the best fighter(???) at his school—Voltron high—so he doesn’t want this new kid making him look bad
- He stalks Keith for a lil while lol
- And sees that Keith never starts the fights; people always start shit with him
- He continues to follow Keith around for “scientific reasons”
- Just when he’s about to stop following Keith cause he feels like a judgmental dick
- Keith comes across someone being picked on (Lance is watching from afar)
- Keith goes to defend this person and it’s the only time Lance has seen him start a fight
- Lance knows Keith can hold his own in a fight but there’s a guy coming up behind him with a tire iron while he’s preoccupied with the other guy
- So Lance literally comes flying in and jump kicks this asshole
- They fight together
- Keith, not good at talking, just glares at the person who was being picked on
- They flee
- Lance says something dumb to Keith
- Keith asks Lance why he’s been following him
- Lance is like oh shit he knows wtf I thought I was so Stealthy tm
- Somehow they become friends, mostly due to lance’s insistence and refusal to leave Keith alone
- Keith begrudgingly becomes lance’s friend
- Things happen
- They become best friends
- Big brother shiro telling Keith that what he’s feeling for Lance isn’t friendship lol
- Keith being like oh shit I’ve caught feelings
- Cue Keith avoiding Lance subconsciously and consciously cause he’s allergic to feelings
- Keith figures he’s already got the school staff on edge cause of his reputation so he shouldn’t humor this asshole and “fight” him
- This is happening in the school hallways btw
- A small crowd gathers
- Keith decided he’ll let this guy talk and then once he hits Keith he’ll get expelled and Keith will just have a busted lip
- Basically Keith doesn’t want to cause unnecessary trouble
- When this guy goes to punch him Lance jumps in front of Keith
- Now this guy isn’t small so he’s gonna hit fucking hard
- I’ve decided the bully is Sendak
- So sendak hits Lance square in the side of the face and knocks Lance the fuck out
- Hunk and pidge run over to Lance because holy fuck oh my god Lance isn’t moving
- Keith short circuits
- He stares at Lance while he’s unmoving on the ground
- He’s aware that sendak is still talking but it’s fuzzy
- Then Sendak hits Keith and Keith can hear the next thing this guy says in like 1080 hd
- “Not so tough without your boyfriend to protect you, huh?”
- Keith mcfreaking loses it
- First he does the ear clap thing
- Then he uppercuts this guys gut
- Then he grabs his head and shoves it into his knee cap
- Then he fucking “we gotta break down this door” kicks this guy on his ass
- And starts wailing on him
- He uses his elbows to fucking hit him instead of his fists because elbows are the hardest part of your body and he needs to hurt like Keith is hurting because Lance isn’t moving
- Keith only stops because big bro shiro appears through the crowd and pulls him off Sendak
- “Hey, hey, Keith! it’s me, calm down.”
- Keith is breathing heavy af and his eyes are teary
- “I know you’re fucking pissed, okay, and I am too.
- But, think about why you’re upset and tell me what you should really be doing right now.”
- Keith looks at him confused and shaking with adrenaline
- “Shouldn’t you be making sure Lance is okay?”
- Keith immediately turns to search for Lance
- Hunk is helping Lance sit upright while pidge pinches lance’s nose to stop the bleeding
- Keith slides over to them, tripping over his feet
- And instead of saying all the shit he wants to say like
- Are you okay, why would you do that for me, thanks for taking that hit for me, do you need me to get the nurse, why do you act like I’m something important, you’re important to me, I want to protect you, I’m kind of in love with you
- He says
- “What the fuck were you thinking, you dumbass!”
- Lance responds with a weird sounding laugh as pidge is still pinching his nose
- Hunk says “He was helping you!” Defending Lance
- “By getting himself hurt instead?!” Keith retorts angrily
- Pidge ever the peace talker says
- “Could you two shut the fuck up! Lance needs to see a doctor so stop fighting and help me move him dammit.”
- Big bro shiro then walks over and agrees with pidge
- “Pidge, Keith, you two help Lance to the nurses office so they can see if Lance needs to go to the emergency room.
- Hunk, you help me carry Sendak so we can take him to the ambulance.”
- They take Lance to the nurses office
- The nurse is coran
- Coran loved Lance so he’s like who the fuck hurt my son I’ll kill them
- Pidge then states that Keith already sufficiently kicked the other guys ass
- Coran then looks at Keith who stares at him trying to seem confident
- Coran then looks over Lance
- Lance gets those beautiful nose plugs lol
- Lance holds an ice pack on his face for a lil while after Coran cleans all the blood off of him
- Coran then turns to Keith “your turn skipper”
- Keith is like ???? I’m fine??
- pidge is like dude you have blood all over you too duh
- “Oh yeah”
- Coran cleans up Keith’s split lip and his elbows
- Keith also gets an ice pack for his face cause he has a bruise over the split lip side of his mouth
- The principal walks into the nurses office and is like wtf happened guys
- cause even tho Lance and Keith are good fighters they still make good grades and stay out of trouble
- Pidge explains what happens because Lance’s tongue is swollen cause he bit it when he passed out
- Keith only talks when spoken to directly
- The principal is not biased towards any students so they see the situation for what it is
- “Alright, boys.
- You’ve both obviously been through a lot of stress in the past 20 minutes.
- You can both go home early after Coran releases you to leave.
- Pidge you can stay and help Coran with the boys.
- I have some phone calls to make.”
- We like the principal lol
- PRINCIPAL SHOULD BE PIDGE’S MOM y e s it is so
- They do the clean up routine
- Switch ice pack with hot compress
- Put aloe on bruise and put gauze pad on top of that etc
- So the boys are all bandaged up and released to go home while pidge goes back to class
- The boys go to their lockers together and get all their shit and walk out the front of the school
- Nobody has talked yet
- Keith, like the emotionally constipated asshole he is, is mad at Lance for getting himself hurt for Keith’s sake
- So instead of saying why he’s mad
- He walks ahead of Lance without saying anything
- “H-hey Keith! Wait up!”
- Keith continues to walk briskly
- “Okay, look, I know why you’re mad.”
- Keith snorts angrily
- Lance continues “you’re mad cause I got in the middle of a fight you clearly could’ve won yourself. I know you could’ve beat him by yourself Keith, I mean, hell, you did, but–”
- Keith starts laughing sourly
- Lance stops talking cause he’s confused
- “You think I’m mad because you got into “my” fight?“
- Lance says nothing still confused and a little hurt at Keith’s tone
- Keith walks over to Lance
- "I’m mad because you put yourself in danger for me,
- Keith gets all in lance’s space
- "I’m mad because you’re the only person besides my brother who actually cared to get to know me before jumping to conclusions or believing stupid rumors
- I’m mad because you were hurt and unmoving on the ground and it was all for my sake, like I mean something in the world
- I’m mad because you made me care about you! I’m mad because
- Because
- Keith grabs Lance by his shirt collar and snarls this next part
- "I’m mad because I love you
- I love you and I don’t like you being in pain! Especially if it’s my fault!”
- Keith has tears running down his face now because he’s overwhelmed
- Lance is Shocked tm
- Keith realizes what he said and turns into a tomato
- He runs away
- “Wha-wait a minute, Keith!”
- So the chase begins
- Eventually Lance catches up to Keith and grabs his arm to stop him
- Keith doesn’t resist
- “Keith…”
- Keith hangs his head waiting for rejection
- Lance moves his grip on his arm down to hold Keith’s hand
- Keith looks over his shoulder at Lance confused
- “Did you…
- Lance looks at him all vulnerable and shit
- "Did you mean it?”
- Keith, unable to speak, nods his head
- Lance smiles the dopiest smile
- Keith faces all the way towards Lance still confused and extremely embarrassed and very very overwhelmed
- Lance is looking at their hands smiling lightly swinging them back and forth
- “Uh…lance?”
- Lance then looks up sharply
- “Oh shi–I mean, I love you too, obviously, duh.”
- Keith turns red and pink and
- And
- he feels like he’s dying
- He’s so overwhelmed with feelings and he doesn’t know how to handle it
- So he just starts crying more
- Angry crying
- Like dammit tears stop coming out of my eyes you fuckers crying
- And Lance holds him through it cause he knows kissing would be too much right now
- Hugging Keith is good enough in itself
- Cause they love each other
- Rip me

“Life’s a game, Maynard. And I play to win.”

***

The eve of Friday, July the 24th. Ibiza.

That was the time and place. That was the time and place when he met her and when his life took a course with which he could not so easily cope with.

He was a sweet-talker, a charmer to whom everything came easily. All that generally worked for him, because he had all that. There was no one he couldn’t sway with those words of his. The problem was she wasn’t affected by all that, because she didn’t fall under the category of all that. All that simply wasn’t enough for her. She played by a set of different rules, a set of her own rules, and her own rules were ever changing.

The summer night was balmy and the air was salty with an ocean breeze. The atmosphere was romantic, but he hadn’t come for romance. He had come for fun and for an unforgettable experience. What happened on holiday stayed on holiday. It was a world set apart from the world and that was why he was searching for the unknown, the untasted, and untried. And she was all of those things.

She was intrigue, mystery, and danger wrapped up into one. He should have known better and perhaps he did know better, but to be quite honest, he couldn’t have cared less.

He leaned toward his friend, trying to be heard over the pounding music. “Joe, have you seen her around here before?”

The answer was immediate.

“She’s out of your league, mate. Don’t even try.”

“I wouldn’t say she’s out of my league. Why do you say that?”

“She’s just not for you. Don’t get involved with her, Jack.”

Jack raised a skeptical eyebrow. “What do you know that I don’t?”

Joe sighed, knowing that his friend wasn’t going to back down until he got the answers he was seeking. “Look, I don’t know her personally, but I know that her name is (Y/N) (Y/L/N), and that she comes here on holiday every summer.” he paused for a moment, mulling over his next words. “She has quite a bit of a reputation.” he continued. “No one really knows much, but there are plenty of rumors. She’s complicated. There isn’t a person on this island that doesn’t know that she’s bad news.”

That was probably the point… That was probably the point when he should have listened, the point where he turned away no questions asked and walked away. But I would not be telling this story if he had.

Truth be told, the prospect of danger intrigued him. Truth be told, the prospect of bad news excited him. Truth be told, he wasn’t thinking straight.

Perhaps it was the alcohol. Perhaps it was the aura of the night. Perhaps it was none of those things but sheer stupidity, but as soon as he knew it he was walking toward her.

That first conversation he could not forget years after the event. At the time it had seemed effortlessly cool, she had seemed effortlessly cool, untouched by anything and everything. She was an illusion, a riddle, a puzzle that couldn’t be figured out. That pulled him in, an inexplicable energy that kept him bound to her, leaving him wanting more.

“Come here often?” he asked the minute he had approached her.

She turned toward him and took him in. Blonde hair, piercing blue eyes filled with a look she knew all too well. Nothing she hadn’t seen before, nothing she wouldn’t see again.

“I guess I appreciate the lame pick up-line. Or lack thereof.” she said, a sly smile playing at her lips. “But yes, I do come here often.”

“I thought it would be better than the fallen angel line.” he answered, a smirk forming on his lips.

“Perhaps it would have been better.” she said, taking a sip from her drink.

“Would you like a drink?” he asked.

She looked pointedly down at her drink and raised an eyebrow.

He laughed. “Right.”

She just sipped her drink wordlessly and turned away from him. She wasn’t a fan of wasting her time.

“Who hurt you so much to make you so cold?” he found himself asking without thinking too much about it.

Now it was her turn to laugh. “I don’t get hurt a lot.”

“How so?”

She looked at him and that light mysterious smile not leaving her face she shrugged her shoulders. “I’m long gone before anyone ever has the chance to.” And then, leaning toward him, she whispered in his ear. “The secret is, you leave before anyone gets close.” And with that, she had already started walking away.

“And if someone were to get close?” Jack called after her.

She stopped for a moment as if thinking about it.

“What’s your name?” he asked after a few moments of her not answering.

“I assume you already know that.” she answered over her shoulder and without turning back walked away and out of the club.

Jack sighed and walked back to where Joe was standing, pretending not to have seen the whole thing.

“Don’t.” Jack said before signaling to the bartender for another drink.

“I told you so. You can’t win her over.”

“I highly doubt that. I can win anyone over.”

“I don’t know, mate.” Joe said, taking a moment to look down at his drink as he swirled around the liquid in its glass. He then looked back up at Jack. “Perhaps you’ve met your match.”

And perhaps he had.

***

The afternoon of Saturday, July the 25th. Ibiza. The beach.

That was the second time he saw her. She was lounging on a sun bed, listening to the waves of the sea hit the seashore, eyes closed. Nobody was around her. A few people sneaked a look at her now and again, but no one dared approach her. No one except him.

“Hey, (Y/N)!” he said, standing right in front of her. “Lovely day, isn’t it? Nice and sunny.”

“Yeah, except you’re blocking my sun.” she said, opening a single eye to glare at him.

“No greeting?” he teased.

“Yeah, hi, guy whose name I don’t know. You’re blocking my sun.”

“Jack Maynard.”

“Okay. Jack, you’re blocking my sun.”

He took a step to the side and looked at her as she settled back into her comfortable position. After a few moments, surprisingly, she was the one to speak.

“I see you have found out my name.”

“No. You were right. I knew it from before.”

“Everybody does.”

“That’s rather vain.”

“It’s a fact.”

She kept her eyes closed and fell back into silence.

“Mind if I sit down?” Jack asked.

“Yes.” she answered tersely.

Nonetheless, he still sat down on the sun bed next to her. And that moment he could swear that he heard someone nearby gasp.

“What is it about you that has everyone acting like that?”

She opened her eyes and her gaze fastened on the clear blue eyes of the boy sitting next to her - or rather the curiosity written in them.

“Haven’t you heard?” she asked, disdain in her voice. “I’m a force to be reckoned with.”

“Are you now? I’ve been told that I am too.”

“Watch it, Jack. You don’t know what you’re getting yourself into.”

And with that she picked up her stuff and walked away from him yet again.

***

The morning of Sunday, July the 26th. Pool bar.

“Why do you keep walking away from me?”

(Y/N) set down her drink and slowly turned toward the boy who had now started to become a regular occurrence in her life.

“Why do you keep stalking me?”

Jack grinned playfully at her. “It’s not my fault that we happen to be staying at the same hotel.”

She scoffed and turned away from him again.

“Seriously, I can show you my room key if you don’t believe me.”

She didn’t answer, but instead just sipped her drink, completely ignoring him. Jack felt all eyes on him and the feeling of anticipation in the air.

“That was the same drink you had at the club. You like ‘Sex on the Beach’.”

“And you say you’re not stalking me?” she asked, still facing away from him.

He laughed and took a seat on the bar stool next to her. “I can’t help being a good observer.”

“Of course you can’t.” she answered sarcastically.

“So, going to the beach today?”

She didn’t answer.

“You’re supposed to answer. And then I’m supposed to say something. It’s called a conversation.” he said teasingly.

“Does it really matter? Whether I go or not you’re going to show up where I am, anyway.” she retorted.

“Ha. Ha. Funny.” he answered in the same tone of voice. “Come on, talk to me.”

“Why is it so important to you that I talk to you?” she asked suddenly.

He was rather surprised at the question, but he just shrugged his shoulders and said, “Why is it so important to you that you don’t talk to me?”

“Because I don’t talk to anybody. And nobody talks to me. Maybe we shouldn’t wreck the equilibrium.”

And that was the third time she stood up and walked away from him.

***

The afternoon of Sunday, July the 26th.

“What are the rumors?”

“The what?”

Joe was currently lounging on a sun bed near the pool, scrolling through his Twitter, only to be interrupted by his friend asking him stupid questions.

“The rumors. About (Y/N). What is it that makes her the way she is?”

“How should I know?” Joe asked. “Maybe she’s just crazy.”

“Then why is everyone so afraid of her?”

“I don’t know. Maybe because she’s crazy.” Joe answered, completely uninterested.

“So, you know nothing?” Jack asked, bewildered.

“I know that apparently she got arrested and that ever since then everyone’s been watching not to step on her path. She’s considered dangerous.”

“Do you believe any of that?”

Joe stopped scrolling through his phone and looked up at Jack. “Frankly, mate, I don’t care. It’s her business. Why do you?”

Jack didn’t have an answer to that question.

***

The evening of Sunday, July the 26th. The moon-bathed beach.

“I didn’t think I’d see you here.”

“Honestly, how do you keep finding me?”

He sat down on the sand next to her. “I’m not. I kind of just run into you.”

“Yeah, such a coincidence.” she answered, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

“Seriously, I’m not trying to look for you. I hope I run into you, but I don’t follow any type of logical path to find you. Hand on heart.” he answered and put his hand on his heart. He was being honest and he wanted her to know it.

She looked at him for a second and then let out of a light chuckle. “You really are something.”

“Something good?”

“Something.”

“I guess I’ll take it.”

“Take it or leave it, I don’t care.”

“You don’t seem to care about much, do you?”

“Caring is fatal.”

“But not caring makes you cold.”

“Are you here to be my therapist?” she snapped.

He looked at her for a moment in the moonlight before shaking his head. “No… I’m just here to… hang out. What are you doing here?”

A few moments passed before she answered. That always seemed to happen whenever he talked to her. She seemed to like leaving some space for a dramatic pause. It was as if she thought she was in some sort of movie or book.

“I come here sometimes.”

“Because?” he prompted.

“Because I can and I want to.” she answered.

“And you want to because?”

“You want to know too much.” she said.

“That’s probably because I don’t know anything. I literally know nothing about you.”

“And you’re not supposed to.”

He sighed. “Why are you playing this game?”

“Life’s a game, Maynard. And I play to win.”

She stood up again. But this time it was different. Before she walked away, she turned to him and she gave him a smile. It was something. It was certainly something.

***

The evening of Wednesday, July the 29th. The club.

For three days he didn’t see her. For three days there was no trace of her anywhere. Perhaps she was deliberately avoiding him, trying to ignore the little slip in her mask that evening on the beach. Nobody seemed to question it, though. It was just a thing she did. She was the mysterious personality that floated in and out of existence, the inexplicable phenomenon everyone was awed by and too afraid to ask about.

It wasn’t until three days later that he saw her where he had first seen her. It seemed like someone had hit the rewind button on time and everything had returned to the way it had been on that first fateful night. Everything was the same.

Nothing was the same.

He caught her eye just in time. It was only a glimpse before she looked away and then walked away. He followed her. Neither of them spoke until they reached the seaside. A couple of minutes later they were still walking along it, silence between them.

“I saw you look at me.” he finally said.

“Must have a been a trick of light.” But he caught the light smile that gave her away.

“Could be.”

“You’re a very interesting person, do you know that?” he asked, breaking another spell of momentary silence.

There was a different note to her smile this time. Something he couldn’t explain. “That’s only because you know nothing about me.”

“I’d like to.”

She turned to him with a curious look on her face, as if she were analyzing the very essence of him.

“I mean, I’d like to know things about you.”

“Wouldn’t that just make me uninteresting and ordinary then?”

A small moment of laughter. But she wasn’t laughing. It had been a serious question. He composed himself.

“I doubt anything could make you uninteresting and ordinary, (Y/N).”

“Mystery is what makes things interesting and extraordinary.”

“I don’t agree with that.”

“Maybe you need to reevaluate some things then.”

“Why are you like this?”

“Why am I like what?”

By this point they’d started walking in the opposite direction, back to the club. He hadn’t noticed that she’d turned him around. He had been too mesmerized by her to notice what was happening.

“Like… this.”

An entertained smile painted her lips.

The music resounded beneath their feet. The club was merely a few steps away. A crowd of party-goers was right in front of them.

“Perhaps you’ll never know.”

And with that she disappeared in the crowd.

“But maybe I will!” he called after her, but he could no longer see her. She had gotten lost in the crowd. Whether it was a deliberate move or a stroke of luck, he could only guess.

***

The sunset of Thursday, July the 30th. The pier.

Joe had just gone to his room and Jack was left alone on the pier. He played with the bottle cap in his hands and looked up at the fiery red and orange sky. It was like someone had taken the sky as a blank canvas and began to paint all that they felt on it. If it could be described as anything, it would be feeling. The feeling of passion, the feeling of desire, happiness, tranquility, euphoria… It truly was a beautiful sight.

Someone sat next to him.

He turned to see who it was and was surprised to find that it was… her.

“Well, this is a strange turn of events. I thought I was the one stalking you.”

“I had to return the favor.” There was an obvious note of a smile in her voice.

“Any reasons why you’ve sought me out?”

“Perhaps.”

“But perhaps I’ll never know?”

She laughed and tossed her hair over her shoulder as she turned to look at him. “And you say you don’t know anything about me.”

He shook his head, but couldn’t help the smile that came as a reaction to her words and her demeanor. He wanted to push the matter further… She had come looking for him. The formerly thought of as forever uninterested, elusive, enigmatic girl had for once come to find him and she had a reason for it. However, she didn’t give him the chance to say anything more on the subject.

“This has always been one of my favorite places. This pier at both sunrise and sunset. It kind of shows you the meaning of both beginnings and endings and how both of them can be beautiful.”

“Why are you telling me this?” he couldn’t help but ask.

She turned toward him and looked at him for a second. “Because I think that it is important for you to know that.”

“That being that both beginnings and endings can be beautiful?”

She just smiled in response and turned away from him to look at the sunset. He just kept looking at her, an aura of confusion settling over him. She was trying to tell him something; he just wasn’t sure what.

“Jack, do you understand that sometimes you shouldn’t ask about things? Some things should just be left a secret.”

“I guess I’m just a curious person.”

“Curiosity killed the cat.” She turned toward him and locked eyes with him. He hadn’t noticed it, but she had sidled closer to him, so close that now her face was only millimeters from his and he could feel her breath on his skin. “But in this case it may just break your heart instead.”

Her lips were on his. Her touch was sweet, soft, divine, all the colors in the sky… It was nothing like the girl he had thought he’d met. But in a paradoxical way it just added to what little he knew about her. She was more elusive than she let on.

It took less than a second. The moment she pulled away from him he was in shock. He was suddenly longing for her touch. He was longing for the touch of this girl he barely even knew. Perhaps he should have questioned it, this strange behavior, this strange feeling, but instead he just slid closer to her and leaned in, but she gently pushed him away.

“I’m leaving today.” she said bluntly as if she felt nothing… as if nothing had ever happened.

“What?” he asked, not completely registering her words. Did she just tell him that she was leaving after they’d kissed, a kiss that she had initiated? This didn’t seem right. It didn’t seem like something people did.

“I’m leaving today.”

She had repeated that same sentence as if it explained everything… as if it explained anything at all.

“Why are you telling me this?”

“I felt that you should know.”

“Where are you going?”

“Back home.”

“Which is where?”

There was a moment of tense silence. “You know better than that, Jack.”

“Maybe I don’t. Tell me. Why can’t you? Or course you can. Why do you make it seem that it will be some catastrophe if you tell me anything about yourself? What was so terrible that you did that you can never talk about it?”

She didn’t answer. She just stared down at her clasped hands in her lap. Somehow he knew that she wasn’t going to answer.

He sighed. “How are we supposed to keep in touch if you don’t tell me where you live, give me your phone number, or any form of contact for that matter?”

She looked back at him then and that look said more than words ever could.

“You were never planning on staying in touch with me, were you?”

She touched his shoulder. “Jack…”

“I don’t understand. But- you- we-” He was grasping at straws now. He knew that nothing he would say would get his questions answered let alone get her to change her mind. “You kissed me. Why did you kiss me?”

She sighed and got up. It was a slow movement. It was as if she was preparing him for the weight of the words. “Because… I felt like you deserved a beautiful ending.”

And with that she turned away from him and walked away. He could have followed her. He could have caught up with her. He could have continued this conversation. He could have asked - demanded - for a clearer answer. But he just… didn’t. He knew that no matter what he did it wouldn’t make a difference.

So, he couldn’t win her over. Perhaps Joe was right. Perhaps he had met his match. But it wasn’t even about that anymore. Most of all what disappointed him most was that he hadn’t gotten to know her.

What eluded him most of all was the question of why he wanted to so much.

***

The late morning of the 1st of September. Local cafe shop.

Jack was in a local cafe shop. Well, at least it was local to the people who lived around here. He had been around Joe’s house to film a video with him and then he had decided to just… wander. He hadn’t been sure where he had been going, in fact he wasn’t even sure where he was. All that he knew for a fact was that one moment the sign of “Gabbie’s Local Cafe Shop” had pierced through his reverie state. And then he went in, not because he didn’t have anything better to do, but because he didn’t feel like doing it.

What happened next some people would have labeled as 'fate’ or 'destiny’. He’d always been a firm nonbeliever when it came to 'fate’ and 'destiny’, but now he wasn’t so sure, because there she was in the flesh, a smile on her face, saying “One cappuccino with cinnamon. Enjoy!”

She hadn’t seen him yet. In fact she wasn’t looking in his direction at all. Her full focus was on her costumers, showing them a smile, asking them about their days, and melodically repeating their orders when they were finished along with a cheerful good-bye remark.

It was so not (Y/N) that for a moment he thought he was mistaken. He must have been for this girl standing at the counter, an obvious friendly and cheerful countenance enveloping her, could not have been the same girl, all wilderness and mystique, that he had encountered in Ibiza.

And then something happened - something that in his mind proved that this was not the same girl. A customer approached, a girl about her age, whose presence seemed to evoke something he couldn’t explain within this person he never knew.

“Jackie!”

The excited call for what seemed to be her friend was followed by an embrace. At this point all the noise in the cafe seemed to fade out… He couldn’t hear anything, nothing but the high-colored laughter that was (Y/N)’s reaction to whatever it was that Jackie had said. And then he was sure if not by anything else but the way it - she - made him feel. It was her.

He waited as (Y/N) and Jackie made plans to see a movie that same evening and then as (Y/N) took Jackie’s order, while filling her in on what had happened at somebody’s-name-he-couldn’t-catch’s party a week ago, and then while Jackie told (Y/N) all about some guy that had texted her and then while (Y/N) excitedly told Jackie about a pair of twins they had both known back in middle school. Finally, Jackie took her coffee, embraced (Y/N) once more and left the shop.

After what seemed like an eternity (Y/N)’s eyes met Jack’s and her face expression completely changed from one of cheerfulness to one of complete confusion, then worry, and finally a face expression he couldn’t interpret laced with an emotion he couldn’t describe.

“A latte, please.” he said as he approached the counter.

It took her a few seconds to reply, but then with that perfectly friendly and cheerful smile she said, “I’ll get right on that.” Then she yelled the order over her shoulder and someone in the back told her it would be ready soon.

“The last time we talked you didn’t have a British accent.” he said. He hadn’t meant for it to sound accusatory, but nonetheless that’s how it came out.

“Right.” she said after a few moments and then added no further explanation. The wait for the coffee seemed like an eternity.

“I don’t work here.” she finally said. “I’m just covering for a friend.”

“You seem to know everyone very well.”

“I come here sometimes when she’s working a shift, so I’ve met some of them.”

“Right.”

“Actually, I think it’s just because she’s just really friendly. She’s possibly the friendliest person I’ve met.” The voice belonged to the guy who had just approached the next counter. He was wearing the uniform as well, so Jack assumed he worked here too.

He didn’t answer anything to that, but just looked at her. Yet again he wasn’t sure if he recognized her.

She seemed visibly uncomfortable at the remark of her temporary colleague.

“Latte.”

The drink was handed to her without another word. She took it and put it in front of Jack.

“One latte.” she said, the cheerfulness back in her voice now, but it was so obviously put there as a defense mechanism that even her colleague glanced at her questioningly.

He looked down at the coffee in front of him and then back at her. It was as if he were expecting something and she seemed to know that. Finally, he took the drink and turned to walk away.

“Have a nice day, Jack!”

The call was one of protocol or something she just did - he wasn’t sure - but he saw the meaning in it. He turned around and looked at her for a moment. Her eyes were searching his.

“Do you know each other?”

The moment was put to an end by her colleague. She opened her mouth to answer, but he beat her to it.

“No. Not at all.” Jack said and then turned and walked out of the cafe.

***

The late morning of the 5th of September. Gabbie’s Local Cafe Shop.

He’d once been told that curiosity killed the cat. However, curiosity was not what was fueling him right now. He needed answers. In fact, it felt like he deserved him. He wasn’t sure why he wanted to know so much, but he was in so deep right now that it didn’t even matter anymore.

From a psychological point of view, probably none of this was normal. No person could just completely change their personality, right? So, she must have been playing some kind of game with him again. And now he was on a mission - if not to stop the game than at at least to learn its rules.

It was around the same time of when he had last visited. She had said that she was covering for a friend and that sometimes she was around for her shifts. If it was fate, she would be there.

“Can I help you, sir?”

The question was more or a warning. He assumed he looked more flustered than he actually was. He quickly composed himself and looked up at the girl at the counter and gave her a quick smile before looking around. She wasn’t here. Apart from him and the girl at the counter the cafe was empty.

“Hi,” he started, approaching the counter. “I’ll take a cappuccino.” He gave her one of his charming smiles.

“With or without cinnamon?”

“With.”

“Cappuccino with cinnamon!” she called over her shoulder and got a signal of approval.

“Thanks.” he said, wondering how to pose the next question. “Listen, I’m actually looking for someone. (Y/N) (Y/L/N). I was hoping she might be here.”

“She doesn’t work here.” Her answer was plain and uninterested.

“Yes, I know. Do you know where she might be?”

The girl just gave him a bored shrug of her shoulders as a response just as her colleague approached behind her with Jack’s coffee.

“One cappuccino with cinnamon.” he said, handing the steaming cup of coffee to the girl before looking up at the customer.

“Oh, Jack! Right?” It was the same guy from last time.

“Yeah, hi, um…” He was suddenly embarrassed that he didn’t know the guy’s name even though he shouldn’t have been, because honestly did he even know this guy? Lately, he’d been having a lot of strange interactions with people he barely knew.

“Derek.”

“Derek.”

“(Y/N) doesn’t work here.”

Why did everyone keep telling him that?

“Yeah, I know. I just hoped I might find her here.”

Derek gave him a smirk. “I know you two had something going on.”

It was certainly something, but it definitely wasn’t what he thought.

“We don’t.”

“I won’t tell. I promise.” That and the unrelenting smirk. He wasn’t sure which was more disturbing at this moment.

“Listen, do you know where she is?”

“Oh, yeah, totally. She should be at UCL. She’s an assistant there. Hey, you forgot your coffee!”

In an odd way, it all felt too familiar. It was Ibiza all over again. It was like chasing shadows. It was looking for something that didn’t want to be found. In fact, it was the same game, except a new level.

When he got there he wasn’t sure how to proceed. He should have stayed at the cafe and gathered more information, but the moment he had heard where she was it felt like a pointer, a pointer on how to play this game. For one moment he had felt as if he had had the upper hand. Now, he just felt stupid for how was he supposed to find something that did its best to hide?

However, just like back at the beach when she disappeared into that crowd he now too got his stroke of luck, because as soon as he approached the building he found her. There she was just like the time before not having registered his appearance.

“Jonah, look, I appreciate your opinion and I know that you are the professor and I’m just the assistant, but I think I have a say in this, because I’ve been a student - not just a student, but a student here who has taken this class. These students come here with hopes and dreams and a zest for knowledge. Do not enforce some stupid system on them. Let them learn, don’t just teach them. Do you understand what I am trying to tell you? I know that you are a person who listens to reason and that is why I am telling you this.”

Jonah nodded and said, “Your opinion is always appreciated, (Y/N). I will think about what you have told me.” And with that he turned around and headed in the opposite direction.

“So, I’ve met the one that doesn’t care about anything, the one that cares about everything, and the one that cares about the right things. Have any more up your sleeve?”

His voice startled her so much that she swiveled around to find its source. As soon as she set eyes on him her face changed into that same unrecognizable face expression that he couldn’t explain the last time he saw her. But that only took a moment, because it was gone as soon as it had come only to be replaced by what looked to be a trained expression of professionalism.

“Jack, hi.” she said plainly, ignoring his former comment.

“(Y/N), hi.” he repeated in the same tone of voice.

“Are you mocking me?” she teased, beginning to walk forward. He was quick to follow.

“No, just trying to understand you.”

“I’m a hard person to understand.”

“Clearly. So, what are you doing here?”

“I work here. Judging by the fact that you knew exactly where to come, I would have thought you’d have known that. Who told you?”

“Derek.”

She chuckled. “Of course.”

“He told me you were an assistant.”

“Yeah. English and Literature. I used to study here and they kept me as an assistant.”

“English and Literature.”

“English and Literature. I like adventures.”

“Uh-uh.”

“You don’t seem that convinced.” she looked at him and smiled.

“No, I am. I just wondered how that ties in with last summer.”

“It doesn’t.” she answered tersely. He opted to drop the subject for now as the reply had had a hostile note to it.

“Are you single?” he suddenly asked.

“Depends on who’s asking. For some boys, I am. For others, I’m in a serious relationship. And to friends, I tell the truth.”

“I thought you and I were friends.”

He spotted the smile, but there was no verbal answer.

“Okay, then, what would you say if I asked to take you to dinner?”

“Jack…” That one word conveyed more meaning than anything she could have said.

But he couldn’t stop. He knew that it was cruel of him, that she should have left her alone, that he should have forgotten about this whole messed up situation, that he should have just said “Well, nice knowing you.” but he just couldn’t stop. He had come this far. He didn’t want to lose this game.

“What? Finish your sentence.”

And that’s when… something broke. Something in that rock solid interior gave way. He could see it in her face, the eyes that refused to look at him.

“You’re not supposed to be here. It wasn’t- It wasn’t supposed to go this way.”

“What wasn’t supposed to go this way?”

“You. You were supposed to be… Ibiza. Not this. Not now.”

“What are you talking about?”

But she didn’t answer. She just shook her head. “I should have known that one day it would catch up with me. It couldn’t go on forever.”

“What couldn’t go on forever?”

An exasperated sigh. And the shield was back. The air of professionalism in full force.

“Don’t you understand, Jack? The person you met in Ibiza wasn’t me.”

“I’m not sure this is you either.” he said, taking a step back. “(Y/N), I don’t understand.”

“This wasn’t supposed to happen. You and I… It was only supposed to be Ibiza. You weren’t supposed to encounter me anywhere else.”

He was in shock. Suddenly the game was dropped, the rules didn’t matter anymore, the controller he’d thought he held in his hand vanished. “You mean, you planned all of this?”

“It’s not like that.”

“Then what is it like?”

“I just…” She ran a frustrated hand through her glossy hair. “It’s just people have different opinions of me and I react the way they expect me to.”

“Like in Ibiza everyone thinks you’re dangerous and mysterious, so that’s the way you act?”

“See, you get it!”

“I’m afraid I don’t.” The reply was bitter, emotionless.

“Jack…”

“Tell me, are any of those stories about you even true? Apparently you got arrested, you’re someone to watch out for, you’re dangerous…” he let the words drift into time and space.

She was silent for a second. “I told you… they-they’re just rumors.” Her voice was quiet, barely above a whisper.

“And the friendly cashier who talks to everybody, the professional who works at this school? Which one is you, (Y/N)?”

She didn’t answer.

“That’s what I thought. I’m sorry I overstepped my boundaries in this funny little game of yours. I’d just thought I’d met an actual person, not someone who changes personalities to keep life fun for herself. I guess one thing was right about you’re Ibiza personality. You really don’t care.” He took a deep breath. “I was only supposed to be Ibiza? Life’s not a book. You don’t get to plan its plot. But okay, don’t worry. I quit the game. Find yourself another player.”

And with that he walked away, ignoring her calling his name one more time.

It turned out that Joe was right. He had met his match. And this match, he wasn’t going to win. So, he might as well forfeit before he lost.

***

Late afternoon of October the 1st. Hyde Park.

The thing about life is that it’s never going to go according to plan. As much as he thought that that was her biggest mistake it was his too.

He planned on never meeting her again. He planned on never speaking to her again. He planned on never thinking about her again.

But life is strange that way. Our plans never seem to turn out exactly the way we want. And perhaps it’s for the better.

He was sitting on a bench with his roommate, Josh, as they were both waiting for his friend to show up and give him back the camera he’d lent her. Jack was scrolling through his phone as Josh stood up and waved to someone, calling them over.

Suddenly a silence fell over them as the person in question failed to acknowledge Josh, but stepped away from him and directed her eyes toward Jack, who still hadn’t looked up from his phone.

“Jack.”

The voice sent a shiver down his spine and he immediately looked up.

“(Y/N). What are you doing here?” he asked, an evident shock lacing his voice.

“How do you know (Y/N)?” Josh asked.

“I don’t.” Jack said before (Y/N) could say anything. “Nobody does.” The hostility in his voice was tangible. She cowered into herself, her gaze hitting the ground.

“I just, I want to say I’m sorry. I never meant to hurt you.” she said to Jack, pulling the camera out of her bag quickly. She thrust it into Josh’s arms, looking completely ready to bolt.

But then she seemed to change her mind and turned toward Jack again, who was now looking at her with a surprised kind of curiosity swimming in his blue eyes. “Really. I am.” she said, touched his shoulder, turned around and left without saying another word.

“Where have you met (Y/N) before?” Josh asked his friend.

“In another world.” Jack answered, still staring after the retreating figure of the girl who cared about nothing, cared about everything, and cared about all the right things simultaneously.

***

Noon. October the 15th.

Sometimes the situations we get from life seem like too much to handle. Sometimes we struggle. Sometimes we even give up. But sometimes, despite everything that’s happened, life deals with them for us.

Jack was alone in the apartment. His flat mates were all out somewhere and the quiet was if anything strange. The apartment was usually filled with a hustle and bustle and without it it didn’t seem much like home anymore.

Trying to ignore the unnerving silence, Jack tried to focus on the task at hand which was editing last night’s video. But it seemed as if something wouldn’t let him focus. If he had been as absorbed as he usually was in his work he might not have heard the doorbell ring. But he wasn’t and the sound came as a welcome distraction from all the other distractions that seemed to be keeping him from his work.

What was behind the door was… less than welcome.

“Josh isn’t home.”

Set rewind to the summer and he would have been both overjoyed and awed at her presence. Now he was just annoyed and bored. Or at least he tried to put off a vibe as if he was. But the fact still stood. (Y/N) was just a regular girl with all her flaws, insecurities, and strange tendencies. And he hadn’t the energy to deal with her. A promise is a promise. And he had promised himself that he would forget about her.

“I wasn’t looking for Josh. I was looking for you.”

“I wonder why.” he said, stepping aside and walking back to his laptop, leaving the door open. “I barely know you. In fact, I don’t know you. Tell me, which (Y/N) does Josh know? Is it any of the ones I’ve met or a completely different version that I hadn’t had the pleasure of meeting?”

He expected her to argue with his statement. He expected her to retort with an equal kind of sarcasm. He expected her to try to excuse her actions. He didn’t know why. It wasn’t as if he had ever known what to expect from her. That was what all of the versions of her he had met had in common. They were all unpredictable. And the fact of the matter was, no matter how much he tried to ignore and deny it, no matter what 'version’ of (Y/N) it was that he came across he couldn’t get the picture of that high-colored sky and the sound of that high-colored laughter out of his mind. She was all of the emotions of the sky. All of the colors in her laughter. She was high-colored. In her purest and most basic level, he felt he knew her, or at least gotten a glimpse of what was her.

“I’m not going to argue with you.” she said and then paused, took a deep breath and continued to speak. “I’m not even going to apologize to you. I’ve already done both of those things. But I do need to tell you something. And after I have, you can decide what to think of me. But not before.”

She paused and waited for his response.

His curiosity piqued, he said, “Go on.”

“The thing is, I don’t really like 'Sex on the Beach’. I prefer champagne. I don’t think I’m a force to be reckoned with, although people on Ibiza seem to. I never got arrested, but I went along with the rumors because I thought it would be fun. I wanted to see what it was like to be wild. I am not as nice as I pretend to be. Far from it. Although, I’d like to believe my heart is good. I am terrified of roller coasters. I like long car rides, but I don’t like driving. I think Beyonce is overrated. I love classical music and I wish I played an instrument. I have hidden talents in business, although I think economy is the dullest thing ever invented. I have no problem with blood on TV, but in real life I faint at the sight of it. I’m not very good at drawing, but I do it anyway. One of my proudest achievements is getting over my fear of public speaking. I don’t like the color brown and I hate wearing all black. I oddly like wearing black and brown together. I like color, but not too much. The sound of thunder gives me goosebumps, but I like the rain. I have an odd fixation to the villains in stories and I like to believe in the good in people. I have an unreasonable fear of heights, but I pretend not to. The reason I don’t let people get close is because I’m scared they’ll hurt me, so I push them away before they do. I read too much poetry and not enough prose. I dramatize everything, so that I can pretend it has any meaning, because otherwise I’d be completely lost.” She breathed in and finally finished her speech. “The truth is I don’t know anything about myself and now you know as much as I do.”

She took a step toward him. “You were right, Jack. You don’t know me. Nobody does. Not even me. But if I know one thing is that I’d like to. I’d like to get to know me. And for some odd and strange reason, I’d like you to know me too. And I’d like to know you too. The real you. The real me.” They were face to face now. “What do you say?”

“I’d like to know us too.”

She smiled. And for the first time since he had met her it was a full and honest smile. A smile full of color.

***

The eve of Saturday. July the 30th. The following year. Ibiza.

“Do you think they’ll ever stop doing that?”

“What? Staring when they think we’re not looking? I doubt it. I have a reputation.”

Jack and (Y/N) walked toward the bar. The way was paved for them as no one dared to step in their path.

“What do you suppose they’re thinking?” he asked her with an amused grin.

“Well…” she started, chewing on her lower lip in thought. “Either they think you’re the guy who tamed the beast or I’m the girl who turned you wild. Take your pick.”

He laughed. “They’re entertaining stories. Even though they’re not true.”

“You know, we could just tell them the truth.”

“I doubt they’d believe you. Everyone likes to daydream. Leave them their fantasies.” He reached down to take her hand in his. He was pretty sure he wasn’t imagining the laser beam of eyes on their intertwined hands. “Besides, I can see the thrill of doing this. This make-believe story is exciting. We might as well have fun with it.”

“Whatever you say.” she said, laughing at his amusement with the whole situation.

“Let’s give them something to look at, shall we?” he said as they reached the bar. He leaned down and kissed her on the lips. He could taste the color that she was on her lips. And for that single moment, she wasn’t Ibiza’s mystery girl anymore. She was his girlfriend, the girl of color. As entertaining as it was to play along in her world of make-believe, he would never trade knowing her for who she was for any amount of mystery. And everyday he was happy to get to know her even more.

They pulled apart and he turned toward the barman. “A 'Sex on the Beach’.” Then stealing a glance at her next to him, he turned back and said, “And a glass of champagne.”

She laughed at the fact that he’s remembered and shook her head.

And as he looked at her then, he realized something. She had been right. Life was a game. But it was much more fun playing together instead of against each other.

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How do I reveal large amounts of backstory without resorting to massive paragraphs of exposition dump? I have two characters who hold a grudge based on something convoluted that happened a year before the start of the book, and their ongoing feud fuels much of the character conflict in the story, but I can't figure out how to show readers what happened without a massive exposition wall and/or cheesy flashback...

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You’d be surprised at how much impact even the smallest hints can carry. Audiences are typically a lot more receptive than most media gives them credit for these days, and can pick up on a lot of things, even when they’re not stated explicitly.

“You’ll like it here,” Sarah said, nodding her head toward one of the tables in the back. Abigail followed her. “It’s not the best school in the county, but at least it’s better than Griggs. I heard that three of their teachers had to be put on house arrest last year because of some—”

She was cut off when she collided with the girl in front of her, who had stopped abruptly in the middle of the aisle to talk to someone at the table next to them. The girl turned around, and her expression soured when she saw who had bumped into her.

“Sarah,” she said curtly.

“Hannah,” Sarah replied, shoving past her without meeting her eyes.

Even without either of the characters explaining it, you can tell that Sarah and Hannah have a history that Abigail (and the reader) are as yet unaware of. There’s an implication that there’s a mutual dislike there, but we’re not totally sure why, nor how deep it goes. This sets the stage for reading into future actions to try to gain further context clues.

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Kiss the rain

Originally posted by kpopidolaegyooo

Pairing: Jimin x Reader
Genre: Angst
Word Count: 1111
Summary: Rumors and idol life put a strain on your relationship with Jimin.
A/N: Requested by my dearest Mong J


The morning had started out well. You met with your boyfriend Jimin, whom you teased for wearing sunglasses and a black leather jacket that only made him more conspicuous. The two of you squeezed side-by-side in a corner booth of a cozy cafe. It was raining, so you both ordered hot chocolate with marshmallows, warming your hands around the mugs while he told you stories from his group’s recent tour stops.

But the whines and obnoxious laughter of a gaggle of student from a nearby table made it difficult to concentrate on your chat. Unwillingly, you heard the topic of their conversation: BTS’ Jimin and Red Velvet’s Seulgi. These rumors had been going on for months. You tried forcing yourself to listen to Jimin’s story, but once you heard the gossiping students, they seemed impossible to unhear—how Jimin and Seulgi sent each other signs through social media like other idol couples had before being discovered, how they wore couple necklaces and bracelets, how Jimin had become so much more charismatic and confident after the rumors started… helped by his hot idol girlfriend.

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Pinky Promise

It was in your best interests to stay away from Johnny and Double J and that whole delinquent lifestyle, and yet, you find yourself not being able to. It was fucking stupid.

This is a collab with @cremethorns aka the double J fic we didn’t want to write but here it is. go read her part HERE as well because like. why wouldn’t you it’s good duh. It’s the Jaehyun half of the story, and we all know you guys love Jaehyun. Enjoy!

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Jeff Atkins x Reader: Secret Romance

A/N: This is the first imagine from the prompt list. The imagine is based on this prompt 19. reader and character are keeping their relationship lowkey but soon everyone starts asking about the hickies on their necks

You and Jeff have been going out for a very long time but you both decided that it would be best to keep it a secret. The both of you were worried about what people at school would say because there have been people who broke up with each other because someone started a stupid rumor about the one of the two. Of course it was hard to keep your relationship a secret because there were a lot of girls who flirted with Jeff and you got jealous really easy lucky for you Jeff knew that and always send you a text not to worry because you are his one and only. Lately it had been harder and harder to keep it a secret because the two of you just couldn’t keep your hands of off each other lately and both of you were just covered in hickies. Lucky for you could cover them up with make up but sometimes you could still see them.

“Oh my god Y/N what is that on your neck?” Jessica asked looking at your neck with worry.

“Oh um I just burned myself with my curling iron this morning.” You said putting your hand over it.

“Are you sure it’s not a hickey?” Sheri asked with a smirk.

“Yes, I’m sure. Also I don’t even have a boyfriend were would I get a hickey from.” You said kind of scared that they were gonna find out.

“I don’t have a boyfriend and I have some hickies.” She said with a smile.

“Yeah well good for you Sheri but it’s not a hickey.” You said looking down at the table.

After school you and Jeff were hanging out at his house. You were laying on his bed making out when he started to kiss your neck and nibble on your skin a little.

“Jeff stop.” You said pushing him away a little.

“Oh I’m sorry did I do something wrong?” He asked worried.

“No, no you didn’t it’s just we really should be more careful.” You said sitting up.

“Why did someone ask something?” He asked sitting next to you.

“Jessica noticed the hickey you gave me and asked me what happened I said I just burned my neck with a curling iron and she seemed to buy it but Sheri didn’t.” You said looking at him.

“Well I wasn’t so lucky either. Zach noticed my hickey and just told everyone that I hooked up with someone I didn’t even have time to explain.” He said looking down.

“M-maybe we should just tell people about us.” You said looking down.

“I don’t know Y/N I don’t want us to break up.” He said rubbing the back of his neck.

“I don’t either but do you really think we would break up because of a stupid rumor. We both know better then to believe rumor’s.” You said looking at him.

“Yeah but still with how people talk about those rumors you just start to believe it you know.” He said looking at you with worry.

“Jeff I know you would never do anything to hurt me and you know that I would never hurt you. What if we just promise not to believe anything we hear and if we hear anything we just immediately go to one another and just ask each other about it. I just can’t hide us anymore I want people to know we are together.” You said holding his hand.

“I want people to know we are together too. I’m sick and tired of hearing Bryce talking about you in a really creepy way. Fine let’s do it tomorrow we just walk into school hand in hand and let everyone know we’re together.” He said smiling at you.

You smiled and leaned in to kiss him. He immediately kissed back and pushed you a little so that you were laying down again.

“This means we don’t need to be careful with hickies anymore.” He said with a smirk.

“I guess not.” You said smiling.

Rumor Has It

Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Angst/Fluff

Summary: You built up walls to prevent the rumors from getting to you, but now they came crumbling down

Word Count: 2024

Originally posted by rainbowboombox

You usually walked down the halls of your university with your headphones on at full blast. Ever since your relationship with BTS’ Jeon Jungkook went public a few months ago, people always would step aside whenever you brushed past them or whisper about you behind your back. You knew that those who whispered were probably talking smack about you. 

You loved Jungkook with all your heart, and you knew it would break him if he found out that the rumors about you made you upset. That’s why you decided to build up walls, block them out, and tell Jungkook that they didn’t bother you. You’d put your music on at full blast because the rumors wouldn’t make you upset if you didn’t hear them.

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