Somebody said to me the other day, “If this moment isn’t the best moment
of your life, you’re doing something wrong.” And I think about that all
the time. Because me not liking where I’m at is such a waste of energy.
And being able to be there for others is only coming from
self-acceptance. You have to do what makes you feel good, but for me it
has to come from that spiritual side first.
I remember when I was younger seeing mermaids as these beautiful creatures that were so interesting to me and now like they’ve been put in numerous different lights to me like nymphs or sirens that aren’t so beautiful and thats p cool too
the thing I don't get is when people say that Cas loves dean but it is unrequited O.O like hello, have you seen Dean, that pining fool?
Yeah, I think season 10 really did a number on the fandom, because I remember joining around the end of season 9, and everyone was still talking about how season 8 had made it seem like it was all totally unrequited on Dean’s end, and now it was changed so that Dean was acting all weird about Cas but Cas was so obviously in love with Dean now, and I was already thinking that this was missing how season 6 would make you think it was all unrequited on Cas’s side before season 7 & 8 hit you with the pining/mourning Dean stuff, but then season 10 is again all Cas steadfastly loving Dean and Dean paying him no attention… Season 11 though, Cas may be firmly established to love Dean, but Dean’s the one doing all the freaking out about him and Cas barely has a minute of screen time, only for it all to flip back around again in 11x23 when Dean calls him a brother and Cas looks so miserable and now maybe Dean thinks Cas is a brother but Cas is getting all this nonsense about angels loving humans and literally just saying “i love you” and -
anyway in general my life advice is “go rewatch Supernatural some more” but I think sometimes we do get very caught up in whatever the most immediate 3 episodes told us, and feel if something is not shown or repeated it goes away or is no longer felt…
I really love those posts that go around fandom which are people who’ve clearly just re-watched an episode and make a friendly reminder like remember when Dean kept the trenchcoat and carried it between a dozen crap cars??? and you’re like “ow no thanks” … maybe it’s good for us to bear in mind all the crazy stuff they’ve done out of love though after so many years, keeping ALL those endless lists in your head is next to impossible :P
One thing i really really love about TG is how consistently i have to ask myself “why? Why is this happening? Why did Eto torture those people? Why is Kanou creating artificial ghouls? Why did Shirazu have to die? Why did Haise distance himself from the quinx? Why do both sides come across as both the good and bad guys? Why why why?” Its great because i feel myself growing. Things dont have to have clear-cut answers. Sometimes things just happen. Sometimes you cant control or predict or understand everything. That is such a complex literary device that Ishida has mastered. The chaotic randomness of life yet with the feeling of structure and direction. I dont know if im making any sense i just… really love this manga guys
He watched from the doorway as you tightened the screws of the new diamond earring’s J stole for you.
“Well, baby, a girls got to be fashionably late”
You smoothed out the short dress and put your favourite gun in your clutch. J looked at you with a smile, showing his silver caps as he held out his arm. You looped yours through it and the two of you walked down to the driveway.
“What car you feelin’ tonight baby?”
“I want that one,” You said pointing to the Lambo.
Frosty handed the keys to J and you sauntered over to the driver’s side.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
“What does it look like? I’m driving, baby”
“Oh no, you’re not. Now be a good girl and come sit on the other side.”
You stayed standing by the driver side and J stalked towards you.
“If you behave tonight, daddy will consider letting you drive home. But right now, I’m going to drive. So sit your pretty little ass over in the passenger side before I get angry. And you don’t want to see me angry do you, Dollface?”
You shook your head and took your seat on the passenger side. J sat next to you on the driver’s side and started the car.
The Joker had no regard for rules. He drove like a maniac. He went through lanes, ran red lights and speeded. He parked up in his designated stop outside the club as one of his henchmen went to open your door. J held out his hand for you to use to get out and led you into the club.
The club was lively. people were dancing on the dance floor and a steady stream of drinks were leaving the bar. The two of you went into the private VIP section and J took a seat on the leather sofa as you stood dancing to the song that just started.
“Come sit down, kitten. We’ve got company” J said patting his lap
You huffed as you sat down on his lap.
“I want that song back on as soon as we’re done”
“Anything for you”
A few moments later a tall man was escorted in by Frosty.
“I would get up to shake your hand but when something as sexy as this is sitting in your lap you don’t disturb it.”
You fake giggled at his comment. A bit pissed off that he was referring to you as an ‘it’.
“So you want me and my boys to protect you and your business.”
The sweaty man nodded as the Joker gave him his maniacal smile.
“How do I know that you won’t sell me out?”
“Do I look like I have a death wish?
The two continued to talk business as you zoned out, only responding when your name was mentioned.
“I just have one thing. A pal of mine got arrested because of the clean up.Can I guarantee that you’ll clean up properly for me?”
You felt J’s body tense under you. One hand snaked around his neck in an attempt to calm him down while another went into your purse and flipped off the safety. You pulled the gun out and pointed it at his arm.
“Mistah J doesn’t like to leave any trace of him being there except his card. Nothing left unless it needs to be. You don’t deserve to live after that insult.”
“Let’s not go too far, why don’t you hurt him.”
“Just a little bit?” you asked putting your fingers an inch or so apart. J nodded and you fired your gun into his arm.
He laughed out loud causing the club to quieten as the man groaned out in pain. He captured your lips with his, kissing you roughly not caring that his henchmen were dealing with his injured business partner.
“Daddy has a present in store for you, kitten.”
You smiled again and settled yourself against his chest.
“J?” You asked after a few moments.
“I saw this bag I really liked. Can we go and get it.”
“I told you, Kitten, anything”
He beckoned for one of his minions to come and whispered and instruction in his ear. A few moments later, the song that you were dancing to started again. You got up off J’s lap and began to dance. Your hips moved in time to the beat of the song as you had the time of your life. Once the song was over you sat back down next to J. He handed you a drink which you quickly gulped down.
The Joker sat back in his seat looking like he was in deep thought. You ran your fingers through his green hair.
“A penny for your thoughts”
“Don’t worry. Now let’s have some real fun”
J downed his drink as he pulled you up off the sofa and back into his Lambo. He threw you the keys and you slid into the driver’s seat.
“Don’t crash this baby”
You rolled your eyes and turned the key in the ignition. The car roared to life and you drove out of the parking lot. Half way through your joyride a certain annoying rodent ruined your night.
“You gonna teach the bat a lesson?”
“You know it”
You let go of the steering wheel and let J take over as you slipped through the sunroof. You supported yourself with your arms and kicked off your heels
“Where’s the fun in that?
You felt J sharply turn into the next lane to overtake a car and nearly made you fall but you kept your footing.
“I’ve got you a surprise, doll face” You heard J say, cackling.
He handed you a gun.
“Aim for his tyres.”
“I’d love to stay and chat, Mr Wayne, but Mistah J and I are going to be late for the next part of our date.”
You shot his two front wheels hoping that the bullets would puncture his reinforced tyres. Surprisingly they did and you ducked back into the car. J was sitting in the driver’s seat and him promised you that he would let you drive. You pulled one hand off the steering wheel and sat in his lap with your feet over the centre console.
“You said you were going to let me drive, Mistah J”
“You were dealing with the Bat, kitten”
“Seems like you have some making up to do tonight.”
J drove even faster, if that was possible, and picked you up, taking you straight to the bedroom to have his wicked way with you.
You woke up the next morning to an empty bed and a note on J’s pillow. In Joker fashion it was written on a playing card and said
Dealing with business today. Transferred you some money. Go buy me something to rip off you.
To most people, this sounded like something normal. A boyfriend asking his girlfriend to get some underwear. Only he didn’t call you ‘kitten’ or ‘doll’ or ‘dollface’ or any other nickname, he called you by your first name, which he only did if he was really really horny or if you had pissed him off and he was close to shooting your brains out. If it was the first reason then the note would have gone a different way, J would have been on top of you most probably, but it couldn’t be the second reason because if you pissed him off, you would have known by now. Either way, you spent most of the day shopping and you returned pretty late at night.
You expected J to be waiting by the door with a weapon in his hand demanding to know where his doll was, but to your surprise frosty was on patrol. You walked past him and into your bedroom. J’s clothes were in the laundry basket and you could see the sleeping form of a man on your side of the bed. This was odd for J, he never went to sleep without knowing where you were and you hadn’t received any texts from him during the entire day. There was a cup on the bedside table with a trace of white powder at the bottom. A packet of sleeping pills sat beside it. You didn’t understand why he would need sleeping pills. If he was ill he would have already complained about it and if he was having nightmares you would have known about it. You tried to wake him but it looked like the pills were doing their jobs and you went to sleep, making a mental note to confront him in the morning.
The next couple days after went like that too. J would leave way before you woke up and came home way after you were asleep. Maybe he didn’t even come home you weren’t sure. All you knew was it was like your boyfriend had gone M.I.A. You had come home after grocery shopping and the house was eerily silent. You took the shopping bags into the kitchen and heard shuffling and then J’s laugh.
“J? Are you home?” You called out.
He didn’t respond so you looked further. You walked into the living room to see J lying on the floor, surrounded by his knives and guns with him straight in the centre.
“Here she is, Y/N Y/L/N,” He said, getting up.
“Where have you been, J? I’ve been worried sick”
“No, no, no. You don’t worry about me, princess. No one does. No one should”
“What are you talking about? Of course, I should worry about you. I’m your girlfriend, I love you. I have to be worried about you”
“But you shouldn’t. I’m the Joker. incapable of love. Incapable of nurture. incapable of redemption. I am a broken man, Y/N”
“J, you don’t make any sense. Let me feel your head”
You took a step forward and he stepped back, putting a gun between the two of you.”
“I should kill you right here. You make me vulnerable. you make me weak.”
“It started as an obsession. I craved you. I craved your plump lips and your soft hands. And then I needed you. You were like my oxygen tank. I crave and I need all of you. When I’m with you, the voices are quiet. They don’t shout. they don’t scream or cry. You keep me sane, doll, you make me need you by my side.”
“Jack, baby, put the gun down.”
“I crave you, Y/N. I obsess over you, I need you. I want you. But you leave me vulnerable. You leave me open to the bat. All he has to do is pluck you like a feather and I’m done. This is why-”
He undid the safety of the gun and you heard the click of a bullet loading into the barrel.
“I need to get rid of you”
“J, you don’t need to do this. Put the gun down and talk to me, baby.”
“I already have, kitten.”
“Jack put the fucking gun on the floor”
“Stop calling me that” He roared.
“That man is dead. I’m the Joker now.”
“Then ‘Joker’ put the gun down and talk to your woman like a real man.”
He faltered for a second and that was all you needed to quickly run and pull the gun from his hand and throw it to the other side of the room. He stepped back putting some more distance between the two of you. You didn’t relish in the fact that you were one of the only people who disarmed the Joker, in fact, it was the opposite. He let you get the gun from him. No matter who you were, he wasn’t just going to let you take the weapon from his hands.
“You got the gun from me. I have all of the others right next to me. What makes you think that I won’t use them.”
“Because you said it yourself. You need me” You took a small step forward.
“You need me to keep the voices at bay. You need me to come home to. You need me hide behind you, depend on you for my protection. You need my love, J”
You moved close enough to be right in front of him. You placed either hand on his cheeks.
“You need me to be the one that sees you without the lipstick and the fancy clothes. You need me to be Y/N. The girl that sassed you in the bank. The girl that called you a dickweed when you crept up on her. The girl who called you a highlighter at Wayne’s party. The girl that you taught how to shoot her first gun. The girl that saw you for you. You don’t need to be scared, J.”
You stared into his blue eyes and his hands soon found themselves entangled in your hair as he kissed you. He pulled away a few moments later, his red lipstick smeared. His hand travelled down to your neck and he squeezed.
“No one finds out about this. This stays between me and you.”
You nodded, your eyes watering slightly and he released your neck before throwing you over his shoulder and took you to the bedroom. Wordlessly he stripped down to his boxers and you followed suit, unclasping your bra and about to pull down your knickers when his hand stopped you. He straightened your arms upwards and put his shirt over them.
“Not tonight, kitten. Daddy just wants to sleep.”
You nodded and smiled at this newly affectionate man. You walked over to your side of the bed and got under the covers. J followed suit and held you and rubbed your head.
“I love you, J”
“I know, princess”
You helped J fall into a blissful sleep, knowing that you weren’t going to get him sent back to Arkham. He knew that you could defend yourself. You wouldn’t let yourself get caught by the Bat and neither would he.
shoutout to @paradiqe because the post you wrote on the joker and emotions really helped me write this and stay true(ish because I’m 100% sure he wouldn’t deny having sex but I wanted to end it full of fluff) to the character. Thank you!
I used to ship Karamel but omfg I now realise they have no chemistry and are being forced and I'm so disappointed with the writers for messing it up. The least we deserve is Kara in a relationship with good storylines and development... like with someone like Lena
Tonight there was going to be a party at Christian’s place.
I wasn’t going to go until I found out y/n was going to be there. I don’t know
why but there is just something about her that makes me feel different. She
makes me feel wanted unlike everyone else. She’s lived here about 5 months. The
only problem is she’s my best friends’ sister. He doesn’t know I like her and
would probably kill me if he ever did. Whenever I go over his house I see her and it
can change my mood around completely. I can really be myself around her. My
real self. She makes the good side come out of me. I’ve asked her out a couple
times but she’s always rejected. It almost seems like when we’re about to get
close she pushes me away. I’m not stopping until I get her though. She has
slipped away too many times.
I arrived at the party. Several people came up to me to say
hey, half of them I didn’t even know. I wasn’t really paying attention. I kept
searching the room for y/n. While waiting I decided to get a couple drinks to
start the night off. About an hour later I finally find her with her friends on
the balcony. I walk up to her and tap her on the shoulder. I’m taken by
surprise with a hug. “Hey Derek! What’s up I haven’t seen you in forever!” She
said, clearly drunk. She was never good at holding liquor being she is so
innocent. It was kind of cute. “Hey y/n how are you?” I asked her. “I’m great,
how are you?” she said smiling. “I’m good. Would you like to get some drinks
with me?” I offered her. Immediately after her whole image changed. Her smile
dropped and she almost looked intimidated. “No thank you.” She replied and
turned around to continue talking to her friends. I decide to leave her alone
for a minute seeing how weird she reacted.
A couple hours and drinks later I realize people are starting
to head home. If I didn’t talk to y/n now I’d never get the chance to. I find
her again this time leaning on the counter by herself in the kitchen. “Hey y/n,
I’m sorry about before. I was just trying to be nice.” I said leaning next to
her. “It’s fine. I just really wanted to hang out with my friends” She smiled
and then looked back down to the counter. “Well did you have fun?” I ask. This
time she laughs “Yes I had a lot of fun thanks for asking.” Her eyes meet mine.
I get lost in them for a minute. “You know you’re beautiful y/n.” I say. “Why
because you’re drunk?” She responds before taking a sip of her drink. “I never said you
only did tonight. I was talking about in general.” I turned myself towards her.
She leans up and faces me. “Really?” she asks. Clearly not believing it. “Yes
you always have, why do you think I can’t leave you alone.” I put my hand under
her chin leaning her face to mine. Our eyes are pacing back and forth looking
deep into our minds. I start to lean in and so does she. But right before our
lips meet she pushes me back “I can’t” she says. “Why not?” I ask. She’s done
this to me about 3 times now and I’m tired of being led on. “I just can’t” she
said starting to walk away. I grab her arm and pull her back. “No I’m fed up
with this constantly happening tell me what I’m doing wrong.” I say sternly. “Just
let it go Derek.” She says pulling from my grip. “I won’t let it go not until
you tell me why the fuck you keep leading me on.” This time I raised my voice. “Because
I’m scared of you okay!? Now let me be!” she screams back walking away and out
the front door.
I couldn’t help but let the words repeat in my head. ‘Scared
of me?’ What have I done to her to scare her? How do I fix this? I call an Uber
and go home. I lay in my bed and stare at the ceiling. So beyond confused I couldn’t
sleep. Constantly tossing and turning. I’ve been with a ton of girls and none
of them have made me feel like this. I feel so weak. She’s the only one who can
make me like this and she’s scared of me for no reason. I need to figure this
As soon as you receive this text you know you shouldn’t have gone to that party. You like Derek you really do but the drugs, alcohol, tour, sex, ect. all intimidated you. You were never into that stuff. You were afraid of him choosing that over yourself. You don’t want him to change for you though so you’ve been keeping it a secret. But maybe it’s time to stop that.
*Blow = Cocaine*
Your heart starts racing. You can’t tell if you’re excited or afraid of what’s about to come. If you do date your brother Nate will literally murder you guys. Nate is only a year older then you but he still thinks he can control your whole life. You’ve seen on Twitter Derek’s ex friends trying to help him out with drugs and he just flips on them, tearing them apart. You won’t be able to handle something like that so you don’t know what to expect. You take a shower and do your hair and make-up. You put on a nice casual dress. You want to look good for him but not look like you’re trying too hard. The clock hits 2 and Nate leaves. Your stomach starts turning as your anxiety rises. You’re now going to be home alone with a 24 year old boy who is capable of having full control over you. You shake off the thought and go get a drink of water to help calm you down. You turn on the TV to the food channel because what’s more distracting then food? You hear the doorbell ring. You look down at your phone and it’s exactly 2:30. You open the door to see no one other than Derek. He stops and stares at you. Only about 10 seconds pass but it feels like 5 minutes.
“Hello?” You say breaking him out of his trans. “Oh, hey y/n. Sorry I just don’t think I’ve ever seen you in a dress before.” He says. “Yeah I don’t wear them often. I have trouble finding dresses that look good on me.” You respond playing with the bottom of the dress. “Well this one looks perfect” He smiled. “May I come in?” He points into the house. “Oh yeah of course, you know where everything is.” You say moving out of his way. He walks in and sits on the couch. You follow him. He’s texting someone on his phone and looks slightly pissed. He huffs and tosses his phone on the table. “Sorry I’m trying to get Chad to make sure Nate stays at the studio so we don’t have to worry about dying today.” He says breaking the awkward silence. You laugh at the fact you both understand Nate won’t appreciate this.
“Alright so just hear me out for a minute.” Derek starts “I’ve been thinking about this for a while. You have made me feel something I can’t explain. Something no one else has made me feel like. I am not the mushy lovey dovey person. But for some reason I am around you. I’m willing to do anything to be with you. I know you don’t want me to change but it’ll be for the positive. I know you’re so innocent and I’m the complete opposite but I want to give it a try. I need someone like you in my life. Please.” He moves closer to you on the couch now with his arm around your shoulder. You look down and play with your hands. He sounds so convincing but this whole thing is so risky. You’ve never done anything risky before so why not start now? Who knows it might be fun. Plus after Nate knows, if Derek ever tried to lash out on you he’d be there to protect you. “Okay let’s try this.” You say smiling nodding your head. You see his face light up. He leans in to kiss you but you put your hand in the way pushing him back. “Not so fast you haven’t heard what has to happen for this to work.” You raise your voice slightly. He nods and leans back “Go for it.” He says.
“One, my brother has to know. We can keep it quiet for two weeks to see if this even works out, and if it does he will be finding out-“ Derek cuts you off “Wait he’ll k-“ This time you cut him off “I don’t want to hear it. He’s the only family I have out here he’s going to know. Two, I don’t care if you smoke weed-“ You do care but you don’t want to cut everything out at once so you’ll work on that later “-I don’t care if you drink-“ That you really didn’t care about “-But the blow, pills all that serious shit needs to stop.” You say sternly. You can tell he thinks about it for a minute. Eventually he lets out a breath “Okay. Whatever you want.” “Also if I catch you doing any of this stuff the relationship ends immediately.” You continue. “Wait can’t you give me like a month to get over it?” he asks. “No. You stop now.” You add. “Okay I promise.” He says. Leaning in for a kiss again, this time you let him. A feeling both of you have been longing for, for a while. Your stomach turns at the excitement. Maybe he’ll really go through with this. He pulls back and you both smile at each other. You look at the clock and its now 3pm. Nate will be home in an hour. Derek decides to put a show on. “It’s only 30 minutes I swear.” He says seeing you getting nervous. You let him continue anyway.
Ten minutes pass and you hear a car door from outside. You get up and look out the front window to see your brother walking up to the door. “It’s Nate! Run!” you scream to Derek while locking the front door. You hear Derek curse under his breath as he runs out the back. You quickly go back to the couch. Nate unlocks the door and walks to the kitchen. “Hey y/n is Derek here?” he asks. Your heart starts pounding. How does he know!? “Who?” you try to play off. “My friend Derek. The older one with the long dark hair? Usually goofing off? His car is in the driveway but I don’t see him in it.” He continues. “I didn’t hear anyone ring the bell so I don’t know” You say. Nate walks to the front room looking out of the window. You quickly text Derek.
You hear the doorbell ring. “I’ll get it!” you hear Nate from upstairs. He comes down and answers the door. Confused you see Derek open the door. You couldn’t help but laugh. It was kind of cute. But now time to try and figure out how to tell Nate.
Today marks 5 months since I’ve started dating y/n. It’s been the best 5 months of my life. Not feeling pressured, not feeling like I have to show off, I also haven’t stressed over anything. Well besides the fact we still haven’t told Skate. It’s been tough. I hang around him almost every day and he doesn’t even think I know more than her name. It’s also been kind of hard staying away from the drugs. I can do it fine on my own but when I’m with my friends and they’re all doing it, it’s so tempting. A lot of the times I’ve left to go sneak to y/n’s house and left flowers or something at her door to get away from it. Making her happy was the best distraction. Skate will be out shooting a music video today so I’m going to go see y/n to talk to her about telling him. I really hope this doesn’t ruin our friendship. I can’t believe I’ve even kept it from him for this long. He’s become one of my closest friends out here. He really helped me out of a tough time, I can’t keep this secret from him any longer. I call y/n and tell her I’m coming over.
I arrive at her house and let myself in. “You know you really shouldn’t leave the door unlocked.” I say to y/n whose sitting at the kitchen table reading a book. She quickly jumps up and hugs me. “What are you doing here?” she said excitedly. “I came to talk to you about something.” I say releasing her off of me. Her expression changed from excited to worry. “Don’t worry it’s not bad it’s just about your brother.” I laughed seeing she got nervous. “Oh thank god you made that sound so bad.” She said pointing to the table for me to sit. “Can I get you anything?” She asks. I loved how she was so willing to do things for me. I never wanted her to though, I want to be the one to spoil her. I grab her arm and pull her into the living room. I sit on the couch and pull her onto my lap facing me. We embrace in a kiss. I pull back but our foreheads are still touching. “Don’t feel like you have to do anything for me okay?” I whisper to her. She nodded and kissed me again before sitting next to me on the couch. “So what about Nate?” She asked me. “We need to tell him. I can’t keep this from him anymore. We’ve both been pushing this off for too long" I explain.
She nods in agreement. “I don’t know how we’re going to do this though. I’ve thought of some things but I don’t know how he’s going to take it.” She says. “What have you thought of?” I ask. “Well I’ve thought about me just bringing it up to him but then that would look bad on your part. I’ve also thought of you telling him but then that makes me look like an ass. So then I thought what if we both invite him out to a restaurant with us and we will both tell him together. It’ll work but if he gets mad and flips shit we have witnesses which is awkward. So I don’t know.” She continued. I liked the restaurant idea but she made a good point about him flipping shit. So we’d have to go somewhere more private but not too private where he could get away with beating the shit out of us. I started to think of places we could go. Our houses are too private, friends’ houses are too public, and mountains is too private. “What about the beach? We’ll go to a private one so there’s still people but it won’t be a lot?” I add. She lights up. “That’s perfect! Who could be mad at the beach? Now when are we going to do this?” she asks. “Well he’s pretty busy today so what about tomorrow morning 10am?” I say. “Sounds perfect.’ She says climbing back onto my lap, our lips meeting. We don’t get to see each other often so when we do we tend to enjoy each other’s touch. Our kiss starts getting a little more intimate as we haven’t seen each other since last week. Which only lasted 30 minutes. My stomach started to get butterflies as my hands start travelling up and down her body. Not in a sexual way. Just feeling and knowing she was there and she was mine.
“What the fuck!?”
I hear come from my right. Immediately our kiss is broken and my stomach drops. I know that voice. Skate. Before I can process anything y/n is already off of my lap walking up to her brother. He’s just standing there, jaw wide open. His eyes pacing back and forth between y/n and I. Y/n is talking but I can’t hear. My mind has so many thoughts it won’t focus.
I have to head home in the middle of filming to get something from my house for the shoot. I pull up in my driveway and see Derek’s car there. Again? He knows I’m not home so what’s up this time. I step into my house and for some reason the door in unlocked. I walk to the living room and see my sister on top of my best friend. Not only that but with their tongues down each other’s throats. Derek’s hands all over her, and hers slightly tugging at his hair.
“What the fuck!?” I scream. No other words able to come out of my mouth. They barley know each other and now they’re on top of each other? This doesn’t make sense. My sister is not like this. She’s too innocent for shit like this. Why Derek out of all people? I was purposely trying to keep her away from him and now, what even. I can’t contemplate what’s going on. It’s all so confusing. Y/n is now next to me trying to talk to me. I can only catch a couple words being my brain trying to comprehend so much at that moment. I see her start to cry. I hate seeing her upset. I need her in her room for a minute.
Is y/n going to hate me for this thinking I lied about him being busy? Is Skate going to drop me for making out with his sister in his own house? I see y/n start to cry. I get up and walk over to them. As soon as I get there “Y/n go to your room for a minute.” Skate tells her. “Nate please just listen to me we wer-“. He cut her off “Go” he said more sternly pointing up the stairs. She obeyed and went upstairs. Skate then turns to me. “I’m going to get something to eat because this is obviously going to be a long conversation. Go sit at the table.” He says walking into the kitchen. This is going to be interesting.
You run upstairs crying. You quickly grab your phone and text your best friend not knowing what to do.
You listen and lay down. Exhausted and stressed you drift off to sleep.
*YAY DRAMA. I’VE GOT SO MANY EXCITING THINGS IM THINKING OF FOR THIS STORY. I APPRECIATE YOUR SUPPORT AND LOVELY MESSAGES SO MUCH YOU GUYS ARE MAKING ME SO HAPPY. I’VE STRUGGLED WITH WRITING FOR SO LONG SO TO SEE SOME OF YOU REALLY ENJOYING IT REALLY MOTIVATES ME. THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!!!!*