You’re His Ex Girlfriend and You See His New Girlfriend Wearing Your T-Shirt
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If there’s one thing Y/n can’t stand, it’s pity. Which is unfortunate for her, considering that’s all she’s been receiving ever since Harry had broken up with her.
Between her family, her friends, and long-known acquaintances, the pity was never ending. The looks people gave her whenever she occupied a room made her sick to her stomach. Nobody looked at her the way they used to as if their perception of her has been altered from a beautiful, humble woman to a broken heart on legs.
Talking to people didn’t help much, either, considering their irrational fear that one harsh tone could wreck what’s left of her. To those, her identity and name have seemed to be forgotten, only to be replaced by “the girl left with a broken heart, who’s heart has failed to mend.”
It’s all a myth, really—a myth that hasn’t been confirmed or denied within the past four months. Y/n provided no reassurance for anybody, nor did she show any improvement since their break up. But she did try her best. Her attempts to answer the question, “how have you been, you know, since the breakup and all?” with an “I’ve been okay” filled with lies didn’t go unnoticed, however, proved to be unsuccessful.
And the pity only got worse when Harry got a new girlfriend.
It was plastered everywhere, the rumors that Harry’s new girlfriend stayed at his hotel in Los Angeles and traveled with him back to London. They disclosed that her name was Jessica, who works as a travel blogger.
She was beautiful, too. More beautiful than she wanted her to be, as selfish as it was. She was the perfect image for him, especially at the height of his career.
Y/n’s heart hit rock bottom that day. Every unblemished part of it became a ruin, a shattered piece of what was once so full and whole.
Y/n hadn’t expected it, not this fast, at least. When Harry initiated the breakup, he told her that it wasn’t the end of their relationship. He had promised her that with the right amount of distance, all the problems they’ve had in their relationship would be fixed entirely.
She believed him, too. That with maybe some time apart, their bitterness towards each other would decease, and all that would remain would be the overwhelming needs for one another.
She should have never been so gullible. After they broke up, they never spoke to each other again. All their ties had been cut, leaving them both hanging in completely separate lives. Y/n never got over him. How could she? They were soulmates, they were each other’s everything. No matter what came at them, they always found a way back to one another.
But Harry’s fame started skyrocketing, leaving Y/n on the ground with no way to reach him anymore. She should have known he’d find someone else—someone more worthy of his time. She just didn’t want to believe it and didn’t want to believe that it had happened so soon.
“How are you feeling?” Gabby asks, reaching over the wooden table so that her fingers can rest on top of Y/n’s hand; a small gesture that Gabby has been giving Y/n nearly every day for the past four months.
Y/n wishes she found it as comfortable as it intended to be, however she can’t help feeling worse whenever Gabby did so. The gesture undoubtedly derives from the pity Gabby has had toward her ever since the breakup. Everything was because of pity.
She looks down at her cold, untouched hot chocolate as she swirls the straw along the brim, resisting to roll her eyes as it’s the only question everybody has seemed to ask her recently.
“The usual,” she shrugs, “nothing’s really changed.”
Gabby gives her a half smile before returning to her tea. The cafe is only occupied by the both of them, considering it’s 7 in the morning on a Sunday. But after everything that’s happened, Y/n’s sleep schedule has been slacking and Gabby wanted nothing more than to be there for Y/n whenever she had the chance.
“Are you sure you don’t want any food?” Gabby asks. “It’s on me if you want anything.”
Y/n shrugs again, a faint yawn falling from her mouth as she shakes her head.
“No, I’m okay. I think I’ll make some waffles when I get home. But I’ll need to stop at the grocery store before I leave. Ran out of milk and flour the other day.”
“We could stop by now if you’d like. I’m getting quite full, anyways.”
“Yeah, sure” Y/n nods, “sounds fine.”
The entrance doors chime when Y/n and Gabby enter the grocery store, barely any people filling the aisles at such hours. Neither of them speak much before they go their separate ways, grabbing all the necessary ingredients Y/n needs for when she gets home.
When she finds flour on one of the bottom shelves, Y/n bends down to grab the cheapest one she could find. In all honesty, she didn’t have a lot of money to spend since she took some time off of work for “mental health reasons,” and she wanted nothing more than to go back home and spend the rest of her day in bed.
When she stands back up from her squatting position, her body rams into somebody else’s, making everything they both were carrying fall onto the floor.
“Oh shit! I’m so sorry!” Y/n gasps, scrambling to pick up the ingredients that have fallen from the girl’s arms.
When Y/n stands back up to return her fallen items, it was as if every nightmare Y/n has ever had was standing right in front of her.
She’d recognize her face anywhere. It haunted her everywhere she went; mocking her and destroying every last bit of her wellbeing. Her face is unforgettable, having been ingrained into her head for so long now. She’s exactly how she is in her pictures, except she’s so much more beautiful in person.
It’s when Y/n’s eyes drift down to the shirt she’s wearing that takes the breath right from her lungs.
The word Lover printed inside of a red heart, the end of it hidden by the pocket right on her chest. It looked so unfamiliar on her—so unfamiliar that tears started piling in her eyes and her lips began to quiver.
That shirt was theirs. That shirt belonged to Y/n and Harry.
It was a nickname Y/n always gave Harry. She would have normally settled for “babe” or “baby” like she did with her previous boyfriends, but “lover” came so naturally to her. It exemplified just how unique and rare their relationship was, too.
Harry had never been called that before, but there was something about it that felt so right. The first time she called him that, he blushed like no other. His cheeks and heart felt so warm, and Y/n wouldn’t let him hear the end of it. But no matter how much she joked about how much he blushed that night, it only made her call him that more.
And the more she said it, the more she realized that there was no other name to describe him.
She gave him the shirt for their first anniversary. She was insecure about it, considering it was the only gift she purchased him that year and wasn’t nearly as expensive as all the gifts Harry had given her. But after all the flowers she received had died months later, after all the chocolate he bought her had been eaten in two nights, after all the in-home spa treatments had been used by the both of them progressively throughout the months, and after all the sex they shared died down by the next morning, the only gift that remained so dearly to their hearts was that goddamn shirt.
The shirt became sentimental to their relationship and was almost used as a keepsake between the two of them. The mornings after making love, Y/n found herself slipping it on before rolling out of bed to make breakfast. Harry fell in love with her tendency to do so and always made sure she knew just how much he loved her for it.
This is my favorite look on you, he’d always say, where the shirt hung loosely from her frame and her skin scattered with the marks from his tongue.
Harry wore the shirt as a tradition, most commonly on their anniversaries or on any specific date that held such significance to their relationship. And every time Y/n saw him wearing it, she found it irresistible to kiss the heart designed right upon his chest.
My lover, she’d say, looks so perfect on you.
She never imagined anybody else in it. Even after they had broken up, she never thought the shirt would be passed down to later relationships Harry had with other women. When she moved out, he kept insisting that she should be the one to take it.
He looked down at the shirt all crinkled in his hands, the last compromise they had to make before Y/n officially moved out of their home. Her suitcases were packed neatly by the front door, the darkened sky from the storm waiting to approach making the house feel colder than it already had turned.
Y/n’s body was slumped against the doorframe, arms crossed and eyes red with inevitable tears as they were forced to face the harsh reality of what was to come.
After three years of a relationship neither of them expected to end, Harry had insisted that they take a break from each other. With his career coming to its peak and Y/n spending most of her time in the office, their relationship was going through a rough patch that lasted far too long.
“You paid for this, you know,” Harry whispered, obstructing the silence that seemed to make the air around them thicker and harder to breathe, “this is yours, always has been.”
Y/n shook her head, a few loose tears falling from her face as she did so. In all honesty, she didn’t want to be reminded of it after this. It’s held so much meaning between the two of them throughout a majority of their years being together that she couldn’t stomach the thought of looking at it in her selection of wardrobe. Not when Harry won’t be by her side, not when Harry won’t be apart of her life anymore.
She placed her hand on top of his softly, stroking the knuckles of his clenched fingers with her thumb.
“It was ours. But when it comes down to it, I bought it for you. It was a gift, you should keep it.”
Harry clenched his fingers harsher against the fabric, his quivered lips attempting a small smile as he lifted it to his chest. His thumb traced the heart above the pocket, watching as one of his tears soak into the material.
“It looks better on you anyways.” Y/n tried to laugh through the silent cries, but neither of them had the heart to make light of the situation they were facing.
Harry’s eyes narrowed down at her while a small sigh fell from his lips.
“You know I’d never wear this again, right? Not until we find our way back to each other.”
Y/n’s shaken hands wiped the tears from her cheeks, her lips pursed together to ensure her broken sobs wouldn’t surface until she was alone in her car.
“Yeah, until we find our way back.”
She stood on her toes to reach his cheek, where she tentatively placed a kiss on the flushed skin.
“You’ll always be my lover.”
But looking back at it now, she wouldn’t be standing in the middle of a grocery store, crying pathetically in front of a complete stranger if she had just taken the damn thing.
How could he do this to me?
“Babe, are these eggs alr—“
Harry’s words get caught in his throat when he sees Y/n standing in front of Jessica with tears streaming down her face and cries shaking her body.
At first, his instinct is to reach his hand out to her. But as his eyes follow her tearful gaze to Jessica’s shirt, which is far too large for her frame, but still being worn on her body, the realization hits him that it’s probably the last thing she would want.
He flutters his eyes shut as an unbearable feeling starts to rise in his stomach. This is the most unfortunate time to see Y/n again, and he can’t imagine how much hatred flowing through Y/n’s system as he stands there, cowardly silenced.
Not a word comes out of his mouth. Not even a pathetic stutter of her name, or even a lift of his lips to greet her in the most minimal of ways.
The only thought swirling through Y/n’s mind is how could you not say anything to me? After everything you did, after what I’m witnessing now, how is there not one word to say?
He watches as pain settles in her eyes as she looks at him. It’s as if she’s begging for an explanation, or even an apology he doesn’t really mean. She’s just looking for something, and knowing that she’s not getting anything is taking all the remaining life out of her.
But he has so much to say. There are so many apologies, so many thoughts all scrambling in his head that everything becomes incoherent. He wants to tell her how sorry he is, and how hard it is to live with himself after all that he’s done to her. He wants to tell her that he never gave her that fucking shirt, that Jessica found it in one of his drawers and put it on while he was still sleeping from the night before. He wants to tell her that it isn’t what it looks like, that it isn’t what everybody thinks this is. But his throat tightens and his tongue suddenly becomes numb, completely preventing him from saying all the things he wishes to say.
“Y/n, is everything alr—”
Gabby halts when she discovers Y/n’s crying body being watched by the very two people that broke her heart. She’s breaking, so evidently breaking and neither one of them are doing anything about it.
“I w—want to go home.” Y/n’s voice cracks, face twisting as Harry still doesn’t find anything to say to her. “Let’s just go home.”
If Gabby hadn’t witnessed her best friend go through so much pain within the last four months, she would have been able to contain all the rage she’s held toward Harry. But something inside of her snaps when she sees the shirt Jessica’s wearing.
“No!” Gabby spits.
Before anybody sees it happening, Gabby slams her fists against Harry’s chest. Jessica begins to scream while Y/n jumps in an attempt to remove Gabby’s wild arms away from him.
Harry doesn’t do anything to defend himself, though, as he allows her to keep swinging her arms at him. All he can think about it how much he deserves it—how much he deserves all of what’s coming at him.
“You’re such a fucking jerk, Harry!” Gabby roars. “You ruined her! Who the fuck do you think you are?!“
“Gab, stop.” Y/n mumbles, finally able to capture her arms.
Gabby squirms as she tries to escape Y/n’s harsh hold on her, but against Y/n’s anger mixed with all her overwhelming emotions, there is no match.
Y/n starts to push Gabby toward the doors, and it takes every bit of strength left in her to not turn around to look at him one last time.
“You’re her biggest mistake! I hope you know that!”
Anon asked if I could write an imagine where the reader was once close to Zach before high school but they drifted apart then reader stumbles upon that one scene where they are drinking near the liquor store and she knows it’s not like him and he says it is because he misses her
Okay so idk if this was supposed to be platonic or romantic, but i was thinking it sounded more platonic than anything so… yeah AND ALSO YAY FOR MY FIRST ZACH
At first you were okay with it, the drifting apart. You two had been fighting over petty things and losing interests in certain things you shared. You two were maturing, becoming adults. While he became a jock and went out to parties and games, you were going to college ready classes and going on blind dates your parents had set up. You got a new group of friends and so did he. It was simple. But then you started to miss him, a nostalgia that needed three years to grow it’s biggest and harshest, a need for Zach to be with you once more. Because once upon a time Zach Dempsey did not care what people thought, and once upon a time, you loved him and he loved you. You were like Ying and Yang, the symbol without a bit of each of the other’s color was Ying Yang. Not Ying and Yang. Now you were just Ying.
So High School was hard, it had always been that way. It became even harder when your newest friend Hannah took her own life. Even harder when Clay became distant because of it. Then you needed Zach more than ever; a simple hand holding yours in reassurance, a pat on the back… even a smile. Instead it was hushed whispers, ignorance, and condolences. They didn’t realize their somber looks helped nothing – they were nothing. The worst part was you or Hannah’s parents never got a note… or a goodbye. It was just done, like one day your relationship with Zach was. Now all that existed was memories and broken hearts. Just the two.
So you found yourself reliving both every single day. A trip to the local liquor store, a chocolate bar, and a bottle of stolen vodka–sample size of course. Every day that’s where the memories sprung that slowly led to a good day’s heartbreak. Maybe if you had still been friends with Zach things would have been different. Maybe you would not have met Hannah– maybe it wouldn’t hurt as much. But you couldn’t ever say that out loud, because Hannah was the best person you knew. So losing her in any parallel universe would have stung like a bitch.
it was an exercise in futility. You knew that the same clerk would be there, with the same expression on his face playing the same game. You knew he would charge you the same amount for the same candy bar and give you the same cheeky grin.
So maybe this time it was different. Maybe you just needed a little change. So instead of coming and going, you stood for a while, contemplating the decisions before you. There were so many candies, liquors, and cigarettes. So you grabbed one of each. When the bell above the door jangled you paid no mind, just grabbed your different candy bar before going to the liquor aisle.
“Well, well, well.” You heard a voice behind you.
You didn’t turn. You didn’t need to. That voice was the one that near everyone hated around school but would never say it. Bryce Walker, the high schooler who looked more like a soccer dad than any soccer dad ever. The forty looking one. It wasn’t the time and you weren’t in the mood, so you grabbed the handle of the fridge and yanked it open, going in to grab the bottle you wanted.
“Rum? Bad, L/N. Never thought you were one for drinking.” Bryce asked, suddenly behind you and very, very close. You shuddered and turned to glare at him, pushing his chest roughly.
“Fuck off, Walker. Fucking grandpa looking ass.” You stormed to the cash register before he could react, ordering the clerk to get a pack of cigarettes for you as well. “Here, I’m going to use the bathroom, hold my stuff for me.”
The clerk nodded with boredom before handing you the black key. You stormed passed Bryce once more and he just stared at you as you passed, winking before you were out of sight. You made a face of disgust.
As you looked in the mirror you stared at the blue rings under your eyes, the nights of countless sleep. The nights that you wished your best friend Zach was holding your hand while he slept on the floor, the nights that you texted Hannah ‘til four. And under those bags were something deeper, because yes, you missed Hannah but you had been wrecked before she had found you. Before her death you were the same. It seemed the people kept leaving you; there was something about that that was ironic to you. The day Hannah died you had gone to the movies without her, the day you lost Zach you had told him you did not care. It seemed that you were pushing people away.
When you were done in the bathroom Bryce was gone and you sighed with relief, going back to the clerk and handing him your money. As he counted your change you looked out the glass door to see Clay Jensen riding after Tony Padilla’s car on his bike. There was another friend who had distanced himself.
It was almost serene when you exited the store, your expression placid and your bag full of shit you were going to do the first time alone and your wallet lighter. Almost. In this part of town it was quiet or way too fucking loud, and this time it was quiet… but then it wasn’t quite. There was yelling, whooping, and booing. The three things teenage boys did on a daily for every single reason they could conjure up. This teenage yelling though – it was familiar. It was the yelling you heard at any of Liberty High’s sports games, the yelling heard in the halls, the yelling that made you so angry you could cry. The yelling of the people who had torn you apart from the thing you needed the most.
“Standall, I cant believe it! Jensen demolished you! What the fuck!” That was Justin Foley.
“Fuck you, Justin. I’m not in the mood.” Alex Standall, someone who had broken Hannah’s heart.
“Give me the bottle, Alex. I’ll finish it for you.” That was the voice. The voice of a person who once loved you and you still loved. The person who was the missing piece of your life as of late. Zach Dempsey.
During your freshman year when the blow of the separation was still a raw, open wound you had cornered Zach why he was acting the way he had been – ignoring you, playing mean games with other people. He had just rolled his eyes, “People change, Y/N. Maybe you should too.”. Maybe that blow had hurt worse than the time that he had stolen your smelly markers in the sixth grade and then denied the whole thing. Maybe that’s what made you a mess.
But he could have told you that a million times on repeat, and you still would not believe him. People can change, but they could also just simply hide who they are. Underneath that cracked asphalt of a facade is the truth bleeding out like a nice, golden sunlight. This was not the Zach Dempsey that glowed like a rich, gold coin. This was the Zach that did what his friends did because he was scared that if he did anything else something would happen. His would be replaced, he would be made fun of, or his worst fear: he would lose all of his friends and just be ignored. Old Zach would never drink in broad daylight where any cop could catch him – underage and intoxicated.
So you rounded the corner with you plastic bag swinging and faced the group you knew was there. They were all leaning against someone’s car coolly drinking from two bottles and laughing their woes away. Zach was sitting on the hood, his black hair sticking in all directions and his eyes squinted as he chugged the rest of the malt liquor.
“Zach.” You said loudly, standing in the middle of the alley opening. All eyes turned to you as Zach nearly choked on the liquid, his eyes going wide as he swallowed the drink carefully before looking at you. He winced before throwing the bottle to Justin. He caught it and downed the rest.
“Oh, uh, Y/N…hi.”
“Get in my car, Dempsey.” You sighed, pointing to your car across the street.
The other guys whooped and hollered, yelling out things you ignored as you stood there, swinging your bag around.
“Y/N, I don’t think-” Zach started, taking a step forward, before Bryce stopped him.
“Go, Zach. We’ll meet you at my house.” Bryce stared you down as your eyes flickered towards him – a dark, unreadable expression on his face.
You turned without another word and walked to your car, knowing that Zach was following obediently. You threw your things in the back seat before sitting in the drivers side, waiting patiently while Zach took his time.
It had been so long since you had spoken to Zach, so many years, but you knew what was right to say. When he was buckled up you stuck the keys in and turned the car on. “Alright listen, Zach. I know you. Say what you want, deny it, but I know you and your family. I know that the Zach that I used to hang out with – the Zach I still see in the hallways sometimes would never do something like this. How would your sister react if you all got caught? Your mother? It’s still light out, Zach. You’re not like this… and I care about you too much to see you do this. Especially with people like Bryce.”
You sighed after your mini rant and started to drive, not giving him much of a choice in the matter. You weren’t driving to your house or to his – you were driving to Monet’s to get his system clean. He was sitting in silence, thinking your words over.
“Y/N…” He said, unsure of what to say.
“And I know we drifted apart, but it doesn’t mean that I don’t miss or care about you, Zach. The loss of Hannah just made it even harder to cope without you by my side. Clay Jensen has been too out of it lately. I just need someone, and if you need someone I’ll put you before me. Because I care about you more than I care about myself.”
You stopped at a stop light and looked to see that Zach was wiping at his eyes, before sniffling strongly and shaking his head. “Y/N, there is a reason that I was doing what I was doing. I miss you too. I only do these things to fill the hole in my heart that you vacated quite a while ago. I miss you so much, you were my best friend.”
You turned to Zach and placed your hand over his on his thigh before squeezing it reassuringly. He gave you a teary smile as you pulled into Monet’s.
“Can we go back to where we were? I just really need someone. Preferably you.” You asked him softly, looking away slightly.
There was rustling before he put his arms around you. “I was really hoping you would suggest it.”
You don’t know what goes on in anyone’s life but your own. And when you mess with one part of a person’s life, you’re not messing with just that part. Unfortunately, you can’t be that precise and selective. When you mess with one part of a person’s life, you’re messing with their entire life. Everything affects everything.
Jeon Jungkook was someone nobody really understood. Everybody wanted to be with him, and nobody knew why. There wasn’t like there was anything good that came out of it. All of his old relationships were the exact same, it’s been that way since high school when you first met him. He would date the girl for a few weeks, and then break up with her. That was it.
Girls were attracted to the bad boy vibe he gave off. There was something about him that every girl wanted to tame, but none could. It didn’t matter how many hearts he broke, or what the girls said about him because in the end they would all have dated him again if they had the chance. And that was what made you so different.
After being his friend for three years, not once had you dated him or been in a romantic relationship with him.
Everyone was jealous of you, because you were the only girl he actively hung out with that he wasn’t dating at the time. Jungkook and you had become friends in high school and ended up going to the same college, and here you two were. You would watch him date several girls, and every time you would get jealous.
Sure, they thought that you being his friend was unfair. They thought that it wasn’t fair that you got to hang out with him all the time, apparently Jeon Jungkook was an object that was meant to be shared between everyone, and you weren’t allowed to even think about being close to him.
You didn’t like that idea. You didn’t like the whole bad boy vibe, you didn’t like the fact that he went around and broke the hearts of innocent girls, you didn’t like that he looked at everyone else that way except you. It was like there was something about you that just wasn’t appealing to him.
It hurt to know that, but you never said anything. You would never have traded being Jungkook’s friend for anything. Just being able to hang out with him and talk to him was good enough for you. It was torturous, but it was worth it. Jungkook had become someone he wasn’t, and you were the only one who got to see the real Jungkook.
When it was just the two of you hanging out in your dorm at night, he would tell you about his fears, his insecurities, his problems. The two of you would lay in bed and just talk for hours, nothing romantic or sexual about it. You would sometimes fall asleep and he would drape a blanket over you before making a bed on the floor and falling asleep. It was things like that that made you fall for your best friend.
Jungkook was someone nobody understood, except you.
Prompt: Hii!!😺 Congratulations on the followers! You deserve each and every one and more! Can I please request something where Bucky is actually really afraid of storms and he finds the reader and there’s just much cuddles and much fluff?💗💖
Word count: 1607
Storms. You didn’t mind them. You actually loved them, the turbulence, the small bursts of fear that electrified you with every blast of thunder. The sound of rain that pattered on your window as flashes of lightning illuminated were comforting to you. It was relaxing when you could stay in while a storm raged outside.
Request: “can you do one where the reader was dating [Bryce] and found out what he did and is horrified that she even dated him and apologizes to Jessica, Hannah’s parents, Hannah at her grave after dumping him in front of the entire school?”
I woke up to sound of my phone ringing on my bed side table. I groan and grab it sitting up.
“Hello?” I said hoarsely.
“Heyyy sexy, wake your fine ass up!” Bryce screamed in my ear. It was obvious he was with his friends at 7 in the morning. I rolled my eyes, he always act different when he’s with them.
“First stop yelling, and why did you wake me up, I don’t have to be to school till 9:30 babe”
I get up since I’m already wide awake and click on my TV.
“Because I’m going to pick you up so we can come to my place first”
Really sex before school Bryce? Leave it to him to have dumb ideas
“No way babe, and plus I already said Tony can drive me.”
“Tony?” I heard his friends laughing in the background, “why is Tony giving you a ride home, you want to fuck him instead?”
Again I heard his friends laughing and I wanted to hang up the phone and call back when he’s by himself.
“You sound stupid babe, Tony is gay.”
There was a silence followed by an “Oh.”
“Yeah, oh. But I’ll call you later cause I need to start getting ready since I’m already up.”
“Okay, text me when you get into that creeps car.”
Again I rolled my eyes cause now he’s just being an ass.
“Good-bye by Bryce, see you by your locker”
I hang up and start making up my bed. When I heard the news talking about Hannah on the TV I froze. I turned it up and glued my eyes to the picture of the beautiful girl on the screen. Even after weeks, I still find myself crying. Me and Clay were so close to her. Hell, me and Jeff were the ones to practically throw them together. I didn’t even know she was down that path and I hated myself for it. What kind of friend doesn’t see when another needs help?
I wiped my face, not even realizing I was crying and started getting dressed. I went downstairs and made a quick bowl of cereal while I waited for Tony.
As I scrolled through my news feed seeing things like ‘Hannah Never Forgotten’ and “Always Remembered’ I laughed cause none of them even gave her the time of day. I then got a text from Tony saying he’s outside. I grab my bag and jog down the steps to his bright mustang. I open his door and is welcome by his smile.
“Hey T” I smile
He drives off as we start small talking about stuff like his boyfriend and this crazy project Ms.Kirchen is having us doing. In the middle of our conversation, my phone starts blowing up with texts from Bryce. Tony’s face changed, but then again it always changes when I bring up anything about Bryce.
“Okay Tony, stop holding your tongue.”
“I don’t know what your talking about”
“Your a terrible liar, I know you don’t like him. A lot of people don’t, but they don’t know the real him.”
“I mean come on he’s not that bad…”
“I mean sure he can be an ass sometimes but who isn’t…”
“Everyone’s an ass, that’s what led Hannah t-”
I stopped rambling to catch my breath and hold my anger. The anger isn’t even towards Tony not liking Bryce. It’s to everything.
“I have to show you something” he whispers.
“Show me what”
He doesn’t say anything, he just pulls the car over and goes through his car compartment.
“Tony show me what?”
Again, total silence as he picks up some tape labeled ‘12′ and put it into his tape player.
“Tony your worr-” my ears got the best of my mouth as I heard a voice I thought I’d never hear in my life. More importantly who the person was talking about.
I storm into school, my faced painted in tears not even caring that people are staring at me. I need to find Bryce. Now. I push people out my way and look down every hall until I find him by Justin’s locker with his little crew. I storm to his side, anger and disgust in my eyes. He looks at me and smile, obviously not understanding how much I hate him right now.
“Hey baby, what’s up, little Tony touched you?”
His friends started dying, but Zach sensed something else.
“Bro I don’t think sh-”
“How could you!” I screamed.
Now I got people’s attention, including Bryce’s.
“Babe w-what are you talking ab-”
“Don’t call me that you prick!”
“Calm down and let’s go somewhere else to talk about thi-” he tried to grab my arm when he noticed people gathering around looking at the scene.
“Don’t fucking touch me you..you RAPIST!”
People started whispering and Bryce’s faced got red.
“Are you okay? what is wrong with you rela-”
“Don’t tell me to relax! You raped Hannah Baker!” I pushed him with every word I said, tears and anger coming out of me.
“Your acting crazy!”
I kept pushing him into his locker screaming curse words and scratching at him. People recording and being dumbfounded.
“Your fucking disgusting!” I screamed “I fucking hate you” I kicked at him “fucking RAPIST!”
I kept hitting him as he shielded himself. I kept screaming, yelling, and kicking until I felt a pair of hands pulling me off.
“WE ARE FUCKING OVER! YOU SICK PERV!”
I kept screaming until I was pulled around the corner. I heard teachers yelling “go to class” and “break it up”. I felt like I couldn’t breathe. I felt betrayed and disgusted like I needed 1,000 showers. Jessica. Hannah. Bryce. Fucking Bryce. He raped them, both of them. Tony stopped pulling me and started talking to me, but I couldn’t hear him. It’s like his voice was blurred out as I saw Jessica down the hall looking at me. I apologized and ran from Tony towards Jessica and started rambling and crying.
“I’m so sorry! I’m so so sorry! I swear I didn’t know, I didn’t! I would have never even dated hi-”
She cut me off with a tight hug “It’s okay y/n. I didn’t know either.”
We both were crying on each other shoulders and hugging. I needed this hug. I felt so used, so disgusted with him and with myself for even being with him. I heard he was not a person to date but I didn’t listen. I suddenly needed to do something important.
She didn’t have a headstone yet. Just a piece of paper with her name written perfectly on it. Jessica stood behind me as a knelled beside her grave. My tears fell endlessly as I look down at her, realizing that Bryce, my boy- ex boyfriend was one of the causes of her death. He broke her. I then broke down.
“I-I’m s-so sorry Hannah” I cry.
“I’m so sorry this happened to you, you will not die for nothing.”
With that I took a necklace out my wallet. It was the other half of the friendship necklaces she gave us. It was on my porch the night she died and I didn’t find it till the day after. I let her down. I let her down by not knowing. But not anymore. I set her necklace down on her grave as I held on to mine.
“I love you Hannah” I whispered.
I got up and brushed the dirt off my pants still looking at her name.
“Where do you wanna go now?” Jessica asked nicely. I breathed in and turned around towards her. I know exactly where I wanna go.
When my mum moved out of home, she got herself a Rough Collie she named Jessica Mary Winch (Winch was her maiden name). Recently I have been pining for a Rough Collie, but I don’t know if I could handle a big dog or such a full-coated dog.
Pairing(s): Jeff Atkins x Reader (mentioned), Zach Dempsey x Cousin!Reader, O/M/C x Twin!Sister!Reader, Hannah Baker x Best Friend!Reader. Requested?: N/A Request: N/A Warnings: Attempted Suicide, angst, cursing Word Count: 3378 A/N: Flashbacks are in italics. Reader has two siblings, a younger sister around 10-11-ish named Kaylee and a twin brother without a name. Also, this took me like over a month and I’m so sorry about that, writer’s block problems. [MASTERLIST] [SEND FEEDBACK]
Well, after reading this last night… I kind of can’t stop thinking about all the ways this makes sense. I’ve shrugged off a ton of twin theories, because over all the idea bores me. But placing the characters in context, it really does fit the most empty spots.
If you didn’t follow the link, it’s a still from the official 7B promo. It very clearly shows Sasha walking with Jenna, both apparently blind. Both wearing sunglasses and carrying walking sticks, walking side by side. Thanks to @charleswkingston for catching it and posting it! And thanks to @a-rebel-boy for posting his suspicion that it was a sign they were going with the Courtney/Ali twin plot (from the books) after all.
So since then, my mind has been putting together a lot of pieces, and as dull as I always found the idea, there are a lot of ways it can sew up some open ends.
So, my interpretation, literally just based on that post, is:
-Ali has an identical sibling.
-I would assume to thread together all the plot holes, that twin is Bethany. Obviously this explains why we’ve never seen her face.
-Bethany is not her birth name. She is actually (placeholder name will be Courtney) Drake.
-Bethany is the daughter of Mary and Ken (Or this Drake guy, that Mary may have taken her last name from?).
-Ali is the daughter of Jessica and Ken (Or this Drake guy.)
That makes Ali and Bethany both cousins and half sisters. It ALSO makes them biologically identical, as if they were actually sisters. Jessica and Mary have identical DNA as twins, and if Ken is both of their fathers (OR someone else, but the father is the same), that means they have the same DNA both paternally and Maternally. Which actually makes them identical twins, despite having different mothers. Which, P.S., makes a ton of sense in relation to the “ADA or Ardor” post I made.
So to be clear here, We are talking about the Courtney/Ali story, not being just identical twins. But actual Identical cousins. (yes, this is actually possible.)
Ashley Benson said about her reaction to A.D. That: “I would have never guessed that it was even a possibility, so I was very shocked.” That could point towards her not knowing the biological possibility that half siblings can be identical if the differing parents were identical twins.
We’ve all pointed out how very easy it would be for Mary to have seduced Peter, since Peter would have thought that it was Jessica. The same could easily apply to Ken. Though, for all we know, it was Jessica who was pretending to be Mary.
Ooooh! Remember that Bethany was angry at Mrs. Dilaurentis, because she had been having an affair with her father? Well, if they have the same dads, then, yes… someone was definitely having an affair with someone’s dad.
Remember the entire thing about Jessica taking Bethany to the horse farm, and asking her to call her ‘Aunt Jessie?’ Well, if she is Mary Drake’s daughter, then that would be totally accurate.
OK, so Bethany and Ali are identical cousins but also twins. from here the theory starts to ramble a bit… but I’m holding steady on the Identical twins things.
Bonus: Remember when Yvonne and Toby revealed a fondness for watching Retro TV? This gives Toby the basis to acknowledge that it’s just like “The Patty Duke Show”. Which, if you’ve never seen it, is a mid-60′s TV show, where actress Patty Duke plays dual roles as cousins who are completely Identical. The theme song is iconic. “They’re cousins… Identical cousins, all the way…”
Let’s talk about Jenna and Bethany.
Remember when Jenna came to town, and she said she knew all about Ali? At the costume shop in the Halloween episode, she made it pretty clear that she learned all about Ali before she got to Rosewood. And then at Ali’s memorial service, Jenna says “My whole life, I thought I knew who Ali was.”
So imagine that Bethany and Jenna met before Jenna came to Rosewood? Maybe Jenna knows her from Radley? She would know as much about Ali as Bethany would’ve learned. And she would, of course, be a line to Bethany with info from that point on.
In the promo, we see Ali and Jenna walking side by side, both seemingly blind. So we can assume that this is happening after 'the Jenna thing’. I don’t imagine that Ali will be going blind and hanging out with Jenna any time soon, so it sort of stands to reason that this is a flashback?
So what if Bethany was actually in the shed with Jenna? So both Bethany and Jenna sustained eye damage, and would both have gone through education and recovery at the same time. This makes sooo much more sense of why 7x10 took place in a school for the blind. Maybe Bethany only lost her sight temporarily. Maybe her eye surgery was successful. Regardless, I think she’d have to have regained her sight almost completely to be carrying on in any 'A’ shenanigans. It would be hard to be blind and pretending to be Ali. And unless Bethany really did die that night, then yea, she would be pretending to be Ali at least some of the time.
Bonus: In Ezra’s lair, as well as, I believe, several ‘A’ lairs… there is a picture of Ali, with eyes cut out. Clue towards Bethany having lost her sight?
It starts to seem like this entire story revolves around 'the Jenna thing’. But it’s really 'The Bethany thing’ the night that Ali showed her true colors to Bethany.
OK, so fast forward to ‘That Night’: The part about Bethany being lured out by Ali would be true. It’s hard to say what Ali’s plan would’ve been? To stop the A notes? To kill Bethany so everyone would think it was Ali’s body? I definitely do think that it was always Ali’s intention to fake her death. “That’s immortality my darlings.” I’m just not sure what kind of timeline that would have had. If Grunwald definitely pulled Ali or Bethany out of the grave… then how were their remains found in the backyard? Someone would HAVE to have died that night, right? They can’t both have escaped, unless there was a third person buried there? Of course, Ali being identified as Bethany or Bethany being identified as Ali makes sense, So it’s possible that one of them died on 'that night’. But I don’t think so.
I’d wager more money that Bethany was buried by Jessica, while Ali went on the run. And then Grunwald came by and pulled Bethany out of the grave. Leaving both Ali and Bethany alive. And perhaps a med school cadaver buried in THAT place, so that Ali wouldn’t find out that Bethany was alive? (Page 5 of Ali’s autopsy anyone? Perhaps a reference to it clearly being a medical cadaver?)
After that night, we have both Ali and Bethany out there. Bethany knows Ali is alive, but at first Ali believes Bethany to be dead. (Or maybe they’re both playing together. But I think maybe not.)
Now, fast forward to season 3. It seems sort of fair to say that up until that point, A’s plan has been to draw Ali out of hiding? It certainly seems that someone is bent on proving that Ali is still alive. And proving that the body buried in her grave, isn’t actually her goes a long way towards that.
Premiere of season 3, Em gets seduced into leaving the house and to dig up Ali’s grave. Before she digs up the grave, she’s at a diner where someone has written the note “I’m sorry I left you.” That’s a very Emily to Ali message to me. So as of 3x01- this could very likely be Ali asking Emily to dig up the body, so that no one can prove she’s still alive. Or it could be Bethany pretending to be Ali, so she can use the body as proof and lure Ali out. Since Jenna is the one who was driving, I’d guess that it was Bethany having Ali’s grave dug up. (While she was there as Red Coat.)
Mona was either working with Ali or Bethany. I would assume Bethany. This explains why when Mona was admitted to Radley after her A reveal, she said “Don’t they know that’s what WE want them to think?” And why we see her talking to Ali in a red coat while she is a patient. She’s actually talking to Bethany when she says “I did everything you told me to."
There’s a lot more to think about with this. Because I feel certain that Lucas, Ezra, Toby, and and, of course CeCe are more deeply entwined with this. And I certainly have ideas, but I think this is enough for one post. But I for certain think that someone might have had a romantic link to Bethany.
What if Alison is the one who has a twin? In the books Alison and Courtney were twins. Maybe, the writes made Jessica and Mary twins so we would thought that Courtney doesn’t exist. But let’s get to the point.
The Alison we saw on the flashbacks and the Alison we see now seem two different people, literally. The badass Ali would be the real Alison Dilaurentis while the boring Ali would be Courtney.
Jessica Dilaurentis died minutes before Ali could have arrived to town. Coincidence? Coincidences don’t exist in Rosewood. Jessica was the only one capable of distinc them.
Bitchy Ali was into boys, but the Ali we have now is bi (or so does it looks like). Maybe Courtney was the one kissing Emily whilst Ali was occupied with Ian, Noel, and company.
If Alison do has a twin, she must have spent most of her life in Radley, otherwise, the liars would know about her existence.
If Courtney was indeed in Radley, she would have met Cece. Both put in Radley for the same woman, Jessica Dilaurentis. They must have hate her, at least a little bit. So Cece helped Court with a plan so she could replace Ali.
They started threating Ali with, they were the ones sending the A messages to Ali before the liars would received them.
Cece was Mary’s daughter, and she spent most of her life in Radley, too. And again, because of Jessica. Mary empathized with Courtney more than anyone could.
Now, let’s get with what happened ThAt Night.
Cece was planning on getting Ali unconscious and bringing her to Radley, so she and Courtney could switch places. Once in Radley, if she told the nurses she was Ali, she would be seen as a crazy girl trying to impersonate her twin.
Ali and Court were wearing the same top, so she could switch places easly. Cece did her part, but Jessica saw it.
Why would Jessica protect Cece over her daughter? Because it was Mary. She thought Ali was dead so she buried her. Luckly, Mrs Grunwald really rescued her.
Ali was afraid of someone she didn’t knew, but her mother protected over her, as she didn’t know about Courney’s existence. So she ran away. And, as we saw on the flashback, she pushed Mona on to playing the game with the liars. Why? That’s immortality my darlings. (Mona didn’t know about Courtney, when she find out, she was put into the dollhouse as a warning)
Courtney was hitted ThAt Night too, by Mona. But Mrs Grunwald rescued her, too.
But people thinking Ali was dead wasn’t a great option for Courtney. So she had to hide until Ali decided to came back.
First of all, she needed to know if Ali was alive, so she could switch places once and for all. So, Court and Cece started blackmailing her friends for getting information. Yes, there’s been two A teams since season 3, Alison vs Courtney. (In season 3 is when the “plot holes” started, too). In the same season Cece introduced herself to the liars, with the purpose of getting information.
But since the Liars didn’t know about Ali, the plan failed. So they though: why would Ali come back? Maybe, to protect her loved ones (aka the liars - they didn’t know she was playing with them, too). So they started putting them in danger, to make Ali come back. The Halloween Train, the Lodge Fire, Ravenswood, etc. (I think both Courtney and Ali were in the Halloween Train, that’s why there were too much costumes for too less people).
They succed in Ravenswood. When the liars saw Ali in Ravenswood, it was the best moment for switching places. The only problem? Jessica Dilaurentis would have noticed. So Mary helped them solve the problem, as it would benefit her, too.
The Ali we see in the first episode of season 5 is Courtney. She and Cece were addicts to the game, so they couldn’t stop playing it. But they needed the liars to stop digging if Courtney wanted to keep her identity safe. So they decided to stop the game on season 6. Cece and Court planned a very convincing stage play. They fooled the liars! Cece revealed herself as A to protect Courtney. But, what about the Dollhouse? It was their last big game as A.
And do you remember that A scene, at the final of an episode, when someone spinned the bottle, to see with which liar would they play with, but another person changed it? We’ve been wondering who was the second person, Courtney Dilaurentis.
But five years later…
I believe during this time the real Alison Dilaurentis was in Radley. The night Ali got out, she killed Cece.
Alison Dilaurentis is AD. She had to stop her A game with the liars when they put her into Radley (in season 5). But five years later, she got out of Radley and she is back.
She wants to punish the girls for not recognising Courtney, and being her friends, but mostly, whe wants to punish Courtney. Ali is planning and endgame where Courtney will end up murdered, and she would switch places with her again.
But, why not show up now and tell everyone the truth? Because she did some ilegal things, maybe? Or maybe, because vengeance is a plate better served cold? Bitchy Ali is still here, and more bitchy than ever.
She is jealous that Emily loves Courtney more than she loved her, so she is getting vengance (if they love each other so much, let’s force them to start a weird family).
But, why haven’t we heard about Courtney? Yes, we have. Courtney is Bethany in the show. It would have been too obvius if they had named her Bethany.
Bethany’s drawings calling Jessica a Liar, are because she put her in Radley, her own mother, and she lied to her everytime she visited her. Mary is the one getting her out to the stables, she felt sorry for the poor child.
If you’ve read it all, I just hope you’ve enjoyed reading it.
What do you think about it? Do you think it can happen? The actors keep telling us that there’s a big twist on the finale. Could it be that?
Honestly, I don’t think so. But i do think that the twin switch happened between Jessica and Mary (this theory will come another day). Because, why bring an IDENTICAL TWIN to the show if it’s not for switching them?
i know right!! that’s one of the reasons why i loved the alec/izzy scene in the episode - it seems like a funny detail, and alec’s reaction to izzy bringing her up was priceless, but ugh it just got me right in the heart
like, it makes me wonder what the details of that scenario were - did he just make her up in general to tell his parents and his whole family to throw them off so that they wouldn’t find out that he was gay, or was izzy just being super persistent about him going out or dating someone or maybe setting him up with someone (before she realized he was gay, of course) and he’s like, “just fuck off i have a girlfriend” and then had to make up some random girl to get her off his back?
like imagine if it was premeditated though…like he’s seventeen and panicking b/c his mom asked him about girls/girlfriends for the first time, and she normally doesn’t give a shit about his personal life, so he’s worried that she’s caught on to his attraction to guys, so he stays up all night and makes up this girl - and of course alec’s not going to half-ass this because he’s nothing if not meticulous and methodical, so he comes up with this whole backstory and all of her features and traits, and where she comes from and all of that just in case someone asks
and then at one point izzy starts teasing him about sex, and he’s like, “yeah sure i had sex with this girl she’s my girlfriend her name is jessica hawkblue (but no you can’t meet her because you’re annoying stop asking shut up leave me alone)” - and she believes him but it doesn’t stop him from feeling terrible and awful and like something is wrong with him because he hasn’t had any of that (that line in 2x06 really!! fucked!! me!! up!!) - and in fact it makes him feel even worse that he had to make it up because that’s just how pathetic he is
and eventually it just makes him sick to his stomach so one day, only a couple of weeks after he makes her up, izzy is like “so how’s jessica” and alec just says that they broke up and never mentions her again because he’s just sick of lying all the time :(
(but also then again, the name “jessica hawkblue” just screams a george glass situation - like, his mom asked what her name was, and alec just sort of cast his eyes around and saw some blue book with a bird on it and just kind of blurted it out…which is kind of sad but also alec you absolute dork)
(and once izzy gets old enough to start dating and having sex he tries to be enthusiastic when she wants to talk about it, because obviously he genuinely cares about her happiness, but it still leaves him feeling kind of vaguely distantly awful after the fact, when he’s alone)