Young16Yr!Lunafreya in some pretty comfy casual wear! Something a little different from her usual wardrobe I find, but had much fun exploring different types of fashion for her to try! I will forever encourage people to put her in thigh-highs from now on tho.
Okay guys so I’m still kind of dying. Today (probably yesterday by the time this goes up) was kind of amazing and I can’t believe that I met Bob Morley BUT I’M GOING TO ATTEMPT TO SHARE THE AWESOMENESS WITH YOU ALL.
Apparently recap posts about cons are a thing and I still can’t believe that I actually have reason to write one!!
I only decided to go on the Sunday because I could fit in the photo op, autograph signing, and panel all in one day so I felt that it was a good option, so I don’t know much about anything that happened on any of the other days.
It was sooo incredible. Bob is just … wow.
He just has the most adorable personality. And we all probably know this because you don’t need to meet him to be able to tell but he really does. As my friend who was with me likes to say, he’s all “soft and squish” hahahaha.
I was so so so nervous when we first walked into the autograph line (which was not very long at all because we came on the last day, and we also came early) and we were, like, two feet away from him because the line looped around. It was so weird. I still can’t believe that I was that close to him, let alone actually TALKED to him, and TOUCHED him.
Also I’m about 99% sure that I saw Robyn from the Afictionados podcast in the line ahead of me because she has a very distinctive voice and I heard her mention Unity Days but I was too shy to talk to her and I wasn’t 100% it was her until later but anyway SHOUTOUT TO ROBYN IF YOU’RE READING THIS WHICH YOU PROBABLY AREN’T BUT IN THE UNLIKELY EVENT YOU ARE JUST KNOW THAT I REALLY LIKE YOUR PODCAST AND I’M REALLY AWKWARD SO I DIDN’T TELL YOU IN PERSON
Bob is just amazing because he was out in front of his table instead of behind it like basically all the other guests. It was really neat, he’s very interactive with the fans and likes to be very personal with everyone. He shook everyone’s hand that came to get an autograph and introduced himself (AS IF I DON’T KNOW WHO YOU ARE) and asked how we were doing and he was just so polite and cute and ugghh. I’ve never been to a con before but my friend was telling me how usually the autograph signing is very quick and they get you in and out of there very fast but Bob was so sweet and generous and took his time with everyone, actually attempting to have a real conversation with the fans.
The people before us were taking a video of him which is prohibited apparently and the security guy there was getting mad at them but Bob was like “oh, I don’t mind …” and he looked kind of uncomfortable (about the security guy, not the fans).
He shaved his beard the night before and my friend was hEARTBROKEN because she LOVED it, haha. I think he looks nice either way, but I kind of prefer him cleanshaven so I was happy. HE PLAYS WITH HIS HAIR SO MUCH. And I swear that boy has an entire closet dedicated just to his various hats, its like every time I saw him he was wearing a different one.
My friend was a little starstruck so I ended up doing a lot of the conversation, but honestly I barely processed most of what he was saying. I mentioned that Zach talked about filming a movie with him at a recent con and asked him if he could share a little bit about it. He laughed and said that he was surprised Zach had said anything because they were supposed to be secretive about it so he didn’t really say anything more than what I already knew. He talked about how he was going to be filming in Malaysia pretty soon (which I already knew cause i’m extra lol) and how he hadn’t spent a whole lot of time prepping for the role so he needed to do some of that beforehand. It was fine that he couldn’t say much about it though because I was mostly just trying to keep the conversation going so I didn’t spontaneously combust and/or faint in his arms … you know, the usual.
My friend was dressed up as Season 2 Octavia (with the warpaint) and I had a really crappy cosplay of Season 1 Clarke going on hahahaha. Basically I couldn’t find a jacket (and i have no idea how to make one) so I just had like the shirt and the watch and the hair and stuff so it wasn’t anything special. Most people probably thought I wasn’t dressed up at all. When I walked up to Bob he went “WOW that’s a big watch” cause my wrists are really tiny I guess haha. I don’t really know if he knew if I was Clarke or not.
He started both of our autographs with “Dearest [name]” instead of just “Dear” or writing only our names, which I thought was adorable. It’s such a Bob thing to do - or at least something I would expect from him. He also put two x’s at the end.
I didn’t end up getting anything special signed because I couldn’t think of anything super creative, so I just chose one of their prints instead. They were nice though.
When he saw my friend’s print that she’d chosen he went “wow I was so tan” and I kind of laughed because he’s still really tan and his skin is so nice haha, but meanwhile I’m white as hell and can’t tan for the life of me
Then we both took photos with him. I always see people talking about Bob smelling really nice and I was like “okay” because I don’t tend to talk about how people smell BUT HE ACTUALLY DOES OKAY. lol I know that seems weird, I don’t know how to describe the smell but its a thing, guys, all right?
Afterwards we looked around a bit at the convention and waited to head to Bob’s panel at 12:00. I ran into a few friends who I haven’t seen in awhile which was kind of nice. It was super packed. There were a lot more people who showed up to see Bob than I was expecting, but it was nice to see so many people coming together. :) The panel was 45 minutes but it went by soooooooo fast. The moderator kept asking Bob to expand on his questions basically, which ended up eating up a lot of time so I didn’t get to ask the question about Jasper and Bellamy that I wanted to, which was kind of disappointing.
I was being so extra though, waving my hand in the hair and everything, trying to get her attention. I made eye contact with Bob because he saw me but then the woman picked someone else and it was really sad lol. I raised my hand EVERY SINGLE TIME. But I was ignored.
They were really strict about there being no videos so I couldn’t really get any, which is unfortunate, and I wasn’t close enough to get very good quality photos so I won’t post any of them here. If you have any questions about some things people are spreading about the panel or want confirmation about some stuff Bob said, just hit me up and I’ll hopefully clear some things for you because I know that the truth often gets skewed a little at conventions. Its like the fandom is playing a little game of telephone, except online.
Bob is soooo cute and endearing and funny, so I really enjoyed the panel. I know a lot of people have been posting about stuff that Bob but I’ll point out the stuff I remember anyway
Someone asked Bob was his favourite episode/scene was and Bob said that his favourite episode is yet to air, and that it really delves into Bellamy’s “psyche”, which he liked, so I’m super excited to see that. I do wonder if he’s referring to 4x10, actually, since the promo seems pretty Bellamy heavy and it’s written by Aaron who tends to write Bellamy pretty well, I think. We’ll see!
There’s a video of the Bellarke question going around which, to be perfectly honest, isn’t much different from anything else that he’s said. He apparently ~ doesn’t know ~ if they’ll go the romantic path but he believes that they have a very “special relationship” that is deeper than any romance. It’s not in the video that I’ve seen going around but he also said that Bellamy and Clarke have a certain understanding and honesty which he believes is definitely a good place to start to build a relationship on, if they were planning on going that route.
He said something that I really haven’t seen talked about at all, but both I and my friend thought was a little odd when we heard it. I think the question was asking what scenes with Bellamy were most difficult or something like that but he said “the romantic side I find very hard to play”, which I thought was kind of interesting because Bellamy hasn’t really had any romantic partners besides Gina very very briefly. Idk if that’s who he was referring to? *side eyes emoji* Take it with a grain of salt in any case.
Bob joked about how Bellamy gets beat up so often because he’s “been told that [Bob] sells hits really well” lol. He also said that he maybe takes punches a little too well because when Octavia was beating him up in 3x10 he got too into it and accidentally fell through the wall of the set and broke it.
The moderator pointed out that it’s remarkable how well some characters have recovered from being impaled and he made a cheeky little comment about how “it’s science guys!” because we all know just how accurate the science on this show is hahaha
Someone asked Bob how he and Bellamy are similar and he responded by saying that he was loyal to his family and that the similarities “start and finish there”. He talked about how Bellamy is so much more aggressive than he is and how he wouldn’t go around killing people. The moderator then asked him if he thought he would ever be capable of doing something like that and Bob went “NOOOOOOOO! I don’t have that in me, its ACTING!”. He sounded so offended, it was really funny, especially since Bob is so cute and pure so it just sounded bizarre when she asked that.
Apparently during the scene where Pike sentences Kane to death Mike Beach and Henry Ian Cusick had a solid 15 minute argument about whose side Bellamy should be on and Bob just decided to leave the room after awhile. Bob was just like “okay I’m just going to walk out and you two can decide which one of you is my dad”.
Bob enjoys doing fight scenes “because its always kind of exciting to feel like you’re tough, even though you’re not” (he laughed after he said that) and he also enjoyed doing the Bellamy speeches because he thought that they felt cool and kind of empowering to feel like you have the power to actually influence someone else, since there aren’t many opportunities for that in real life.
Since he likes fight scenes, he joked about how he always would ask “can’t I at least try and put up a fight” and he also said that Bellamy tends to take more beatings than he gives now because Bellamy feels like he deserves to be beaten up for what he’s done.
In the scene where he found out that Octavia “died” apparently Bob went full out and was banging his head against the bars and actually got a cut all along his forehead because he was so into it.
He was asked if it ever hurt his vocal cords to talk so low in Bellamy’s voice and he joked that it’s painful when he has to scream all the time at such a low octave. He also talked about why Bellamy’s voice was so low, because he was really hungover when they shot the Pilot and when he saw the video he went back and was really surprised and he just kind of had to roll with it from there on out. I’ve heard that story before but it was cool to hear Bob talk about it in person.
I know we all love to talk about the drastic difference in pitch between Bellamy and Bob’s voice but I’m telling you that its something else to hear it in person instead of just in a video. The change is SO dramatic.
One time when Bellamy had to do a big speech in Season 1, Bob had a really bad cold and he couldn’t speak properly so he was kind of screeching and messing up and he said it was really “embarassing” and so frustrating that he actually started to cry. The whole crowd went “aWWWWWwwwWWWWW” when he said that and he was like “yeah, yeah, I know, I know” all bashful and it was really cute.
He talked about how he would rather be judged for his “content” versus his physique and he said “maybe its not even me to feel that way” which made me sad, and then he said that he now recognizes that being judged for his appearance comes with the job sometimes.
Bob says that he likes polarizing the audience but that some people on social media can’t seem to separate him from Bellamy and he joked about all these people who meet him and are just like “I hate your character but, you know, you’re okay” and I was honestly like WHO DO I HAVE TO FIGHT COME AT ME
If he could bring back anyone he said he would bring back Pike and someone yelled “WHYYYY????” and Bob talked about how he caused lots of chaos and whatnot which was interesting, to which the mod was like “they already have enough chaos” and then Bob responded with “what’s wrong with a little chaos?” and I died. nOT like that’s one of the most iconic lines of Season 1 or anything ..
He also said he thought bringing Finn back would be interesting because “his moral compass is very different from Clarke and Bellamy’s”
When he was a kid he wanted to be a stuntman and he would bite into ceramic plates because he thought that’s what they did, lol. Bob just went, “SO stupid” after he described it haha
I CAN’T BELIEVE I FORGOT. He joked a ton about his hair and how the apocalypse is great for the characters’ hair. He talked about how the hair team is great and how Bellamy has “great hair game” in Season 4, but that all seems to change after Bob finishes filming and he doesn’t really do anything with it. He’s very self-deprecating
Bob says that when he struggles in getting into Bellamy’s headspace a lot of the time he just starts thinking about lunch because that’s what Mike Beach told him to do, hahahahaha. He also talked about how there’s “a lot of stupid stuff” going around in Bellamy’s head a lot of the time.
He said that he likes to do rock climbing, but a lot of the time he just ends up playing video games instead.
He finds Octavia and Bellamy’s storyline together this season “heartbreaking”.
He says his scenes with Eliza are “always really great” because they’re very “emotional” and he gets to cry lol
Apparently Bob is like one of two people who actually knows how to drive the rover because its stick shift and its “impossible”.
One girl that was picked said “sorry” and Bob was like “what are you apologizing for?” and the moderator was like “it’s the Canadian way” or something along those lines but the girl was just like “cause I’m so awkward” and the whole time i was thinking girl SAME i feel you
Bob says playing Bellamy has changed his real voice. He thinks his voice has “dropped down because of it” even when he’s not playing Bellamy.
Bob said that one of his friends tried to get him to compete in a smashbrothers competition and he went but he said it was really intense so he was like “no, no, no, I’m going to stay home and be the king of my own house”
Bob doesn’t like sitting behind the table when signing autographs because he “feels weird” about it and enjoys interacting with fans because he feels that social media is really “devoid of connection” and he’s “just a normal person” like the rest of us, which was sweet. <3
Bob says that “I’m very loving but I’m very pragmatic” when referring to Bellamy (not himself)
Bob loves Bellamy soo much and he is super protective of him (like us!). He says that when people don’t like Bellamy sometimes he’s just like “oh well let’s talk about this, maybe I can talk you around” but it doesn’t usually work haha
He said that he went to a play in Australia because William Mcinnes, who he really loves, was in it but he didn’t know what it was about and it turned out be about IVF treatment lol and he was like “yeah that was kinda weird […] maybe I should have read the plot first …”
After the panel we looked around at all the merchandise but there was barely anything for The 100, which wasn’t all that surprising. I honestly didn’t expect to find anything, but we stumbled completely by accident onto this jewelry stand and we saw one necklace for The 100 and started freaking out because we couldn’t find any The 100 merch ANYWHERE and the lady heard us and told us that she sold stuff at Unity Days so she’d designed an entire jewelry line for The 100 and showed us her collection.
It was so awesome. She makes all these neat little themed charm bracelets for all shows, so there was one for Lost, and OUAT and Supernatural and all that, which was nice but she had a whole COLLECTION for The 100, with themed bracelets for almost all the individual characters. I remember seeing something similar online, maybe even the same ones, and had told my friend earlier that I thought they were cool.
I DEFINITELY wasn’t expecting to actually find them.
My friend bought the Bellamy one and I bought the Raven one, because I personally thought that the Raven one was more true to the character than the other one (but they were both really cute!). I’m not one for fandom merch so it was kind of exciting for me to buy something.
Here’s a pic of my Raven bracelet:
And here’s my friends Bellamy bracelet:
Later we went to go get our photo ops with Bob, which we did individually. It was very fast-paced so we didn’t get to spend much time with him or anything but I was actually surprisingly relaxed and calm the second time I saw him? Idk he’s just so humble and down-to-earth and he really makes you feel comfortable around him, so I wasn’t nearly as nervous as I was earlier.
When he saw my friend and I he was just like “hello again” and I thought it was cute that he remembered us, after meeting hundreds of individual people!
I just took a regular photo with him, no special poses or anything, because I felt weird asking for anything different. But to be honest I wish that I asked him for a hug, because I saw a girl go before us who did and her photo ended up looking REALLY good and now I’m super jealous, dammit.
(I feel like I’m making a lot of promises to myself in this post, hmmmmmm)
Anyways, after we got the photo he turned to me and said “thank you!” and I was just thinking WHY ARE YOU THANKING ME??? YOU JUST MADE MY ENTIRE EXISTENCE, THANK YOU!
So that was my experience seeing Bob. I’m so far from over it and just looking at the pictures makes me feel all light and happy. He’s such a great person and you can tell that he’s not just putting an act or a show for the benefit of his fans, he’s truly genuine!
Now I know what people mean when they talk about how after they meet some of the cast, they just want to do it again the next day. I’ve got the con fever, I want to go to another one so bad (but of course I’m infinitely grateful that I got to see him in person at all, because it was such an incredible experience)! Bob is so sweet and adorable and KIND (like I’ve reiterated half a million times) and deserves everything amazing in the world, I don’t know make the rules, k?
And there’s just something so … amazing about cons. No one there is judging you, everyone there is a shameless nerd as well, haha, and its such a safe space for fans to go and meet celebrities, guests, and each other. Whenever my friend and I saw anyone wearing The 100 merch or cosplaying as someone from The 100, we always got so excited. Because there are ACTUAL REAL PHYSICAL people in front of us who are just as obsessed as we are, and you don’t get that connection through TV. Everyone is so friendly and accepting, complimenting each other’s costumes and whatnot. The community is just amazing.
Here’s hoping that I get to experience this again, and that any of you who haven’t yet get to as well! Everyone deserves to go to a con and have as much fun as I did. :)
Not sure if I’m going to post my photos with him because I’m really weird about posting photos of myself on the internet. I guess I’m just paranoid that someone I know will stumble across it, or my fandom days will come back to haunt me in twenty years or so and someone will pull up my photograph and my account with my dramatic ass screaming about Bellarke and Bellamy Blake and all that and judge me for the rest of my life. We’ll see. Maybe BFSN??
chose the innocent and youngest boy, as if affected by a spell, you felt tired.
Your body was heavy and your eyelids were closing instinctively. Just as if you
hadn’t slept for days. You gave up quickly, without reading the messages.
later, you woke up feeling a lot better. Unlikely before, your body seemed
extremely light. You looked for your phone and found it on the bed table. It
was already 7AM. Your first thought was about the chats you lost.
you noticed what was wrong. Firstly, that wasn’t your bed. You weren’t in your
room either. It was a very different place. Moreover, none of your apps or
contacts were in your phone.
You started to
freak out a little. How did you get there? It was a pleasant and comfortable
apartment, maybe someone’s house. Yet you didn’t find anyone. The best choice
would be to leave.
When you went
to get your phone on the bed, you noticed a letter was on the bed table. The
sender was… Cheritz?!
Yes! Fucking yesss!!! MAMAMOO did that 👏👏👏👏 that’s why they are Queens 👑
These are the lyrics for this masterpiece :
As for me
I’m a woman who has confidence
To speak bluntly, a woman who has feeling
If you dare, you can do the same as me
Follow follow me
Follow me E Ae Ae
Put make up on lightly, because it bothers me
I don’t wear low-cut dresses, I don’t need it
It’s weired, little bit different
But I hate being a normal
My appearance, thanks to my parents
Me Me 4 with Sun
Don’t think about that
My mental is High Class
Don’t think about others feeling
You’re the Vogue
Hello Bonjour nǐhǎo Annyeong
Every person has their own charm
As for me
If I wear a short sleeved shirt in winter season
It’ll be a summer seaso, I love Ya
(Introduce My Self)
As for me
I’m a woman who has confidence
To speak bluntly, a woman who has feeling
If you dare, you can do the same as me
Follow follow me
Follow me E Ae Ae
Yes I am, as for me
Yes I am, I’m so arrogant
I like natural, that’s me
I don’t beat around the bush
I’m not good at hiding
It’s arrogant, but I don’t care
You can say because you don’t know me
I have my own way, and I follow that
My name is Moonstar
It’s only to my taste
So don’t be picky
Complex is nothing
Slex, shirt and loafer
I want to wear classic style
I expression my self, My Baby
You’re still catching me in my own words
Take off the blind
Drive, get on my car
Well, as for me
As for me
I’m a woman who has confidence
To speak bluntly, a woman who has feeling
If you dare, you can do the same as me
Follow follow me
Follow me E Ae Ae
Yes I am, As for me
Yes I am, Follow me E Ae Ae
Yes I am, As for me
Yes I am, I have chubby cheeks
I like my face whics is more rounded edges than V-line
Only my some special thing
I like the shape of my eyes more than double eyelids
When I smile, I wrinkle my nose
And I can see a dimple, Really good
As for me
I’m so chic
As for me
You you you, (Introduce My Self)
As for me
I’m a woman who has confidence
To speak bluntly, a woman who has feeling
If you dare, you can do the same as me
Follow follow me
Follow me E Ae Ae
Yes I am As for me
Yes I am Follow me E Ae Ae
Sin is a human construct that varies among cultures and even between different congregations of Jehovah’s Witnesses. People might not even bat an eye at something that would get you disfellowshipped a thousand miles away. “Sin” is just an excuse people made up for judging and shaming others, and even it’s definitions aren’t concrete because different groups of people judge each other for different things
thanks to whoever anonymously requested this, sorry it’s so short! i think the request hinted at a smut but i chose to ignore that as i thought it would be best without it. i really enjoyed writing Rick’s character in this! enjoy - gabby :)
It was almost tradition for me and Daryl to smoke outside the prison block late at night. Each time either of us found cigarettes on a run we’d chain smoke and talk about whatever was on our mind until everyone else was long asleep; I was lucky to be so close to Daryl and to have encouraged him to open up to me. It had taken a long time to establish a friendly relationship with Daryl due to his reserved personality, but he was actually a very good conversationalist, and I enjoyed his company.
I’d been finding it pretty hard to be around people recently. Rick and I also had a wonderful friendship, but I had developed stronger feelings for him in the past few weeks. Those feelings felt so wrong since his wife had died barely four months ago, and he had two children as his main priority, but occasionally it seemed as though Rick felt the same way.
The evening was calm, and I was making my way towards the prison courtyard to meet Daryl when I came across Rick trying to calm Judith, who was hysterically wailing.
“Need any help?” Rick looked exhausted and was struggling to still his baby’s cries. He looked up, noticing my presence and smiled thankfully at me.
“Thanks, Y/N,” he passed Judith over to me, I cradled her in my arms. She became quiet as she gazed up at me with her sweet eyes.
“That’s better,” I grinned and stroked her soft hair; I had always been good with children. I slowly came to realise that Rick’s eyes were focused on me rather than his daughter, and that his hand had extended to tuck a strand of hair that had come loose behind my ear.
“Er - thanks,” I whispered, trying to hide my blushing face, silently glad for the dim light. “She’s drifted off to sleep, look.”
“So she has,” Rick murmured, scratching the back of his neck. I placed her back in his arms, watching fondly as he kissed her on the forehead. He caught my gaze, causing me to look at the floor and blush (again). “I better put her to bed.”
“Um, yes,” I replied, stammering ever so slightly.
“I’ll let you get to sleep then Y/N, it’s getting late,” Rick studied my rosy face and smirked to himself.
“Oh, I’m not going to sleep just yet,” I gestured towards the door leading outside. “I’m meeting Daryl.”
Rick’s expression became less cheerful at the mention of Daryl’s name; he nodded, looking away from me. “Goodnight then, Y/N.”
I was on my third cigarette, Daryl on his fourth, and things were a little… different between us. I was wearing a low cut top, which seemed to be distracting him slightly, but he had also sidled a little closer to me than usual, our arms brushing against each other.
“I miss the farm,” I sighed, breathing out smoke into the cold air as I spoke. “I miss the cute chickens.” Daryl chuckled at this, and soon enough we were hysterically laughing over nothing. It’s strange how in a world where everything seems bleak, the tiniest, most peculiar things can bring you laughter.
I had my head rested on Daryl’s shoulder and was putting out my cigarette when our conversation took an unexpected turn.
“Man, I haven’t had sex in too long,” Daryl exhaled, running a hand through his unkempt hair. I looked up at him from his shoulder and he stared back at me, an amused expression on his face. “What?”
I giggled awkwardly, internally exasperated at the incredibly teenage noise that had escaped my lips. “Well, me neither.”
Before Daryl could reply with anything other than a chuckle, another familiar voice called out unexpectedly from behind me, causing Daryl and me to jump.
“Y/N?” It was Rick, he stood in the doorway to the courtyard. “Can we talk inside for a moment?” I nodded and stood up abruptly, putting my hand on Daryl’s shoulder for balance.
“See you in the morning, Dixon,” I smiled at Daryl as Rick led me inside.
“Is everything okay, Rick?” I asked as he ushered me inside. His expression was helpless and angry all at once.
“Are you and Daryl…”
“Together?” I laughed. “No way.”
“Well I heard you talking about…” Rick looked away uncomfortably and scratched his beard. Suddenly he turned to me and grabbed my shoulders, stopping me in my tracks.
“Rick, what is going on with you?”
“I don’t want you and Daryl to be a thing.”
“Well, we aren’t.” I reached out to touch his face; he loosened his grip on my shoulders ever so slightly.
“I want us to be a thing.” His words took me by pleasant surprise, I felt his gaze on me and yet again, I was blushing. “Seeing you hold Judith, seeing you bond with Carl, I want to see that forever.”
“What I don’t want to see is you flirting with Daryl.”
“I don’t want me and Daryl to be a thing. I want us to be a thing, too.”
His lips were on mine, his coarse beard tickling my face. His hands trailed up my back to finally tangle in my hair, our breathing heavy and irregular. Once the kiss had eventually been broken, I buried my face into his chest as he held me close to him, smiling to myself in pure joy.
“Oh, and Y/N?”
“What you said to Daryl about it being too long since…” Rick’s hands gripped my hips roughly, licking his lips. He glanced towards my low cut shirt. “I think I can help you out there.”
As though this is the most offensive thing in the entire world, and nations will crumble, all because Gordon’s off tagging flightless cormorants in the Galapagos.
Scott’s not entirely sure why they’re having this conversation in the first place, as it’s founded on a fundamentally flawed premise. “Lady P, I know the term playboy gets thrown around gossip rags with the family name attached to it, but we’re not exactly available to rent by the hour.”
“I had no intention of paying for him.”
“Well, depending on what you want him for, it’s possible you couldn’t afford him anyhow.” There’s a moment of silent gratitude for the fact that holograms can’t throw things, though the slight narrowing of Penelope’s eyes is enough to shave a few minutes off his lifespan. Scott clears his throat and queries, “What do you want him for, anyway?”
June 8th - First time wearing significant other(s)’s clothes
Here we go. Be prepared for all the mutsurie coming out this week. This one I wanted to do a little something different when thinking of wearing your significant other’s clothing. (Also want Urie to be supportive of Mutsuki)
Summary:Y/N and Luke use to be the best of friends, till they went to High
school. Y/N went into the schools paper, while Luke was the star
athlete. Things had taken a turn for the worst, they started to pick on
one another till they got into a yelling war during class. Vowing to
make the others life a living hell. That’s exactly what they did during
High School and into College.
Italic means flashback
Word count: 4K
A/N: I DIDN’ T KNOW IF I WANTED TO END IT WITH A HAPPY ENDING OR A BAD ENDING. THAT’S WHY IT TOOK SO LONG, PLEASE I WOULD LOVE FEED BACK. ENJOY!
“Mom?” I whispered into the phone, looking around the cell. Noticing most of the women in here, were staring at me like I was meat. “Y/N? Honey it’s 3 in the morning this better be good.” Her tired voice holding an edge of anger. “It’s a major emergency.. I’m in jail.” That woke her up fast, “What do you mean you’re in jail!” Mom started Shouting and ranting, I held the phone away from my ear. The officers were staring at me, the women in the jail cell staring at me. “Hey! It’s been way over 2 minutes. Her time should be up!” One lady yelled pointing a finger at me, Ethan one of my closest friends’ started to make his way towards me. “I’m sorry Y/N, your time is up.” Whispered Ethan, sighing “ Mom my time is up. Bye.” I told her hanging up the phone, gripping my wrist he took me back to the cells. “I’ll call your mom.” He told me, closing the door behind me.
I stood there looking at all the women, them in their groups and some by themselves. One of them, came up to me swaying her hips in a way that even made me quiver in my spot.
“You think that since you’re so cute, that you can get away with everything in here. Well guess what cutie bitch, you can’t.” I realized this was the same lady that had gotten angry that I was on the phone for too long. “No, it’s just.. I needed to hear my mother yell at me. Tell me that I screwed up with this whole life ruining thing.” Spoke quickly, my throat becoming dry. With that one sentence I had some of the others attention. The lady looked me up and down, from my converse covered feet, to the ‘I hate everyone’ shirt. Nodding her blue covered head,“Name is Ruby.. Y/N Right?” Ruby extended a hand towards me, “Yeah Y/N.”
“Who’s life are you trying to ruin? This sounds interesting.” One of them said, “Go on babe, tell us. You have no choose.” Ruby said, waving a hand towards the bench that was behind me.
Nodding my head, I took a seat on the bench. “Well me and this guy were best friends. We had known one another since Kindergarten. We went through are up’s and down’s together in life, we were always there if the other needed each other. Till.. well in High School, he chose a girl over his best friend.” By now I had their attention, even the few that had been standing in the corners. “Carry on.” Ruby spoke from the front sitting next to a woman with red puffy hair.
“Well I’ll start from the beginning, when we first met.”
-First Meeting -
“Mommy they are going to hate me!” 5 year old Y/N spoke from the back seat, looking out the car door window. The trees passing with a blur, familiar houses slowly fading into the distance. “How do you know that babe?” Mom said turning around to look at her youngest daughter, the 5 year old was sitting next to her older brother. Wearing the old nirvana shirt that she stole from her other older brother, the blue jeans peeking out and the light up shoes showing. She had refused to wear the uniform, saying she wanted to be different. Smiling at her, “Mommy I just know!” Giggled, her older brother rolling his eyes at the little one, “You might just meet your best friend there, just like Anthony and Eric.”
“Or.. everyone might hate you and hang you by your toes.” Eric the second oldest said, making a funny face at her. “No! Everyone is nice here! They aren’t like your big school!” She shouted flipping off Eric, “Honey! What have I told you about doing that?” Her father scolded from the driver’s seat, hanging her head in shame spoke very softly,” Don’t do it, very rude.”
“Yes, I want to know who taught you that though.” Her father said, taking a quick glance into the rear view mirror at Eric. Shrugging his shoulders, he looked out the window to see the approaching school. “Well looky there.” Pointing at the small school approaching, Y/N craning her neck to try and see the school. Pulling up to the school, the Middle School and High School were both across the street. Eric jumped out to go to the middle school, but not before kissing his sister on the forehead. “See you later, better be good! Have fun though.”
Her mother got out of the car, Y/N didn’t notice there were tears in her mother’s eye. “Okay honey, do you want me to walk you to the doors? To the class?” Mom spoke fast, shaking my head holding up a hand. “I got this one mom.” Hugging her legs, and hugging my dad’s legs. Both had tears in their eyes, has the there only daughter and youngest yelled a I Love you, retreated into the school.
Walking into the doors, I held the straps of my Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles bag. Looking around at all the bare walls, and the large walls with papers on them. I made it to room 345A, a slightly older women with blonde hair and brown eyes was standing in the middle of the room. Slowly walking in observing the parents and their kids, saying their good-byes even older siblings giving them pep-talks. “You must be Y/N.” The lady who was standing in the middle of the room earlier said, “I’m Mrs.Phelps. Your teacher.” Smiling I held out my hand, “Name is Y/N Y/L/N, very nice to meet you.”
Bending down tucking her dress underneath her legs, “Where are your parents?” She asked looking around real quick. “I told them they didn’t have to come in. I’m a big kid now,” I said pointing a finger into my chest. “You know you’re suppose to wear a uniform. Right?” Shrugging my little shoulders, “I want to be different, not like everyone else.” Nodding her head slowly, she pointed to the small desks. “Well you can go and set up your desk, even pick out your spot and cubby.” Nodding my head I went to the middle of the rows of desks, setting my backpack on the desk. Pulling out my crayons, setting them into the desk, along with paper. Making my way, towards the hooks that everyone will be hanging backpacks and coats on for the rest of the year.
“Luke we have to go.” I heard a woman say, turning around I see a mom, a dad and what I’m guessing two older brothers. They were talking to a slightly lanky, chubby kid with shaggy blonde hair standing with tears in his eyes. “But..But no one likes me here. I’m a little bigger than the rest mom.” I felt my heart break, sure I’m 5 years old but I have a heart. Hanging my bag on the hook, closest to the door.
“Luke who cares what the other think of you.” The 8 year old told the little one. “Thanks Ben.” Walking over to them, I noticed that he was wearing what everyone else was wearing. “Why are you wearing what everyone else is wearing?” I questioned, finally noticing that everyone was wearing either a light blue shirt or a red shirt.
“It’s called a uniform.. Which you’re not wearing one.” The other brother said, sticking out my tongue at him.
“Jack be nice, she is a little kid. Honey, all the kids are suppose to wear uniforms.” She spoke in a soft voice, wrinkling my nose. “That’s dumb.”
“You’re dumb.” The boy with the light blue shirt said, earning a scolding look from his mother.
Smiling, I turned my shoes lighting up, “I like you. My name is Y/N.” Holding out my hand, the kid looked at it for a while. Shaking it, rolling my eyes “ I don’t have cooties,” moving my head back and forth. Earning a laugh from not Jack, “I like her.” Not Jack said, looking down at me.
“I’m Luke..nice to meet you. I like your bag.” Luke said shaking my hand, smirking “We’re going to be best friends, since you like my bag.”
“Aw! That’s cute.” Ruby said, clapping her hands. “Ninja Turtles, making friendships since 1990,”
Rose the one with the red hair said.
“Did you two.. You know..ever kiss?” Sassy spoke from the back, her long silver hair getting braided. A nervous laugh came from myself, “Ugh..Once..It was a month before we had the fight.”
I was working on a paper, it was about school uniforms. And how they really don’t truly let you express who you are. I started typing away on my laptop, the light from it brighting up my room and face.
Just like almost every other school in this country, we all wear different colored uniforms. To show, represent where we all come from. Yes, it shows school spirit and we don’t have many people making fun of one another about what we wear.
Stopping from typing when I heard a tapping at my window, spinning around in my chair. Tilting my head, slowly standing up picking up my hair brush. Pushing back the curtains, jumping when I saw blonde hair blue eye staring at me. “Luke?” I whispered, opening the window, the screen was already taken out of it since Anthony had cut a hole in it. “What..What are you doing here you dumbass. It’s a school night I can’t go to the park with you or anything. Plus I have this paper.” I was rambling on, while he climbed his lanky frame in. “Will you be quiet? I heard from your brother you have been stressing over this paper. So-” He paused reaching over the window, revealing a bag full of movies and snacks. “I bring you favorite movies and snacks.” He grinned, that goofy grin. Running my hand through my hair, sighing “I-I don’t know.. I really need to get this paper done.”
He was already setting up the TV, and rearranging the floor for the both of us. Shrugging my shoulders, knowing that this damn kid will not take no for an answer. “What are we watching first?” I asked kicking off my slippers, lying on the heap of blankets and pillows.
“Lady and The Tramp.” Luke mumbled, pressing play lying down beside me, taking out some of the snacks from the bag. Tossing over some candy, drinks. We layed there for hours, laughing silently make sure we didn’t wake my parents or my brothers.
“Luke we can’t watch no more, you need to get home.” I spoke standing up, stretching turning off the TV. Turning around I pump into a chest, “Luke really, go home.” I patted his chest, walking around him feeling a tug on my wrist. “Really Lu-” I was cut short when his lips touched mine, to say I was stun that was an understatement. I was shocked, I was the first one to pull away. The look in his eyes said it all, “Luke.” Touched my lips, turning around so he wouldn’t see the smile on my face. “I knew you didn’t like me. God I’m sorry forget about it.”
“No Luke, I have wai..Luke.” My voice came out soft, looking at the window I saw that it was closed. Glancing out it, seeing Luke walk down the street. Quickly opening the window, swinging my leg over. Landing on the ground with a thud, twisting my ankle a bit, “Luke!” I hollered, limping kept shouting his name he just kept walking. I stopped when my ankle started hurting, almost throbbing.
Next day at school, he wouldn’t look at me or even talk to me. Literally just ignoring me, when he was walking down the same hall as me he would turn around. Go the opposite way, his other friends would make fun of me. Other girls would push and shove me into the walls.
In two weeks, almost all of the school was making fun of me. Since I didn’t have my partner in crime, the one person that would stand up for me by my side. I was free meat, to torment, harass.
By next month, I wouldn’t even go to school. Too scared to even walk out the house, “Do you want us to kick his ass?” Eric asked threw the closed door, “No..I’m going to go and talk to him..Or call him maybe.”
Picking up my phone, I call the home phone instead of his accurate phone. By my luck it was Luke who answered.
“Hello?” He answered, holding my breath.
“Y/N..What do you want?” The hatred in his voice made my chest tighten up, bowing my head.
“I-I just want to talk. I haven’t spoke to my best friend in a month.”
“Ex-Best Friend.” He corrected, making my chest hurt even more.
“Just hear me out. Please..you don’t know what has been going on.”
“Oka-” He was cut off when another voice spoke, “Lukey, who is on the phone?”
“No one Sara.” He answered quickly, perking up quick.
“Sara?” The hate in one name coming from my mouth, making and I am sure of it Luke flinch.
“Y/N, yes it’s Sara. I went to her house, after..what happened.”
“You fucking bitch, you know she made my life a living hell in middle school! So bad that I had to go to therapy because of her.”
“That’s not my problem. You bitch. I kissed you and you pulled away, I go to her house and she doesn’t pull away. Telling me all these built up feelings for me, something I was hoping you would say. But no, what I get from you is nothing. I don’t care if everyone in school is picking on you, you deserve it.”
“All of this because I didn’t say anything after you kissed me. Because Sara kissed you back and I didn’t? You’re going to regret this Luke Hemmings. You didn’t even let me speak afterwards.”
“No you’re going to regret this Y/N Y/L/N. I have loved you since the first day I met you, when you said that wearing the uniform was dumb. At least Sara could confess her feelings for me. Even telling me that you really hated me. That you were just using me so others would stop picking on you. So no you’re so going to regret ever meeting me.” Was his last words before hanging up on me, looking at the phone in my hand. Taken aback, anger built up in me when I realized he chose a complete utter bitch over someone he knew for almost 10 years.
Silence was everywhere around the cell, even the guards were quiet. That’s when I realized that my parents and siblings were standing there, even Luke’s parents and siblings looking at me with sad looks. “Sweetie..all because you didn’t tell him how you felt when he kissed you?” Ruby questioned wiping some tears away.
“Yes.” Standing up walking to the door, that Ethan had opened waving me out. Gliding out of the door, passing my family and Luke’s family. Anthony was right behind me speaking quick,”They didn’t get any of your fingerprints off the Meth lab or anything. It turns out to be one of the guys that lived there. They’re going to Luke place as we speak to confront him about it. Why did you say it was you when it wasn’t? I know, you wouldn’t do that just to ruin his life. Sure you would plant drugs in his house, but not a meth lab.”
“I didn’t plant it there, I planted something else that would have embarrassed the fuck out of him.”
“Where are you going?” Liz asked walking by my side, trying to keep up with me. Taking my items from the lady on the other side of the glass. Finding my keys, go outside to my car.
“I’m just going to go and talk to Luke is all.” Slammed the door shut.
She didn’t plant the Meth Lab there. Was all I kept thinking as Officer Brock told me, that it was one of the frat guys. To be more specify it was Isaac, he was selling it to neighboring schools to pay for his books. I was in a daze, trying to wrap my head around what Y/N could possibly have done. If she didn’t plant the Lab there, than what else was there? I got rid of the cocaine, the marijuana. All I could feel was regret, and confused as to why she confessed it was her. Than again, I wasn’t really specific when I asked her about it.
Just was a bunch, of why did you do it? Where did you get it from? How did you get it in here?
That was when the officers and detectives all came rushing in the house. Arresting her, she had been laughing thinking it was all a joke. Till they put her into the police car, reading her the rights.
“It wasn’t her?” I had asked for what seemed like the 100th time, my head rested by my hands staring at the floor.
“No it wasn’t.” Michael replied next to me, “Luke!” Perking up, almost launching myself out the chair in the living space to the entry way. She stood there looking around the house at all the officers and detectives, some looked at her others ignored her. “Y/N.” Turning around my breath was taken away from me, either from her punching me in the chest or the way she looked at me. It may sound weird but it was the same look that she gave me when she first saw what I was wearing in kindergarten. When I first realized that I liked her, it sounds dumb being only 6 and thinking that. Wish I could go back in time and correct everything that I did wrong in the past.
“You fucking asshole. Wait no.. You should have warned me that it was a Meth Lab, I thought you found the..” She stopped mid-sentence when all attention was on her, grabbing my hand practically dragging me up the stairs. On the way to my room, I couldn’t stop thinking about how her eyes are such a beautiful shade of Y/E/C. Remembering the first time I really looked into her eyes. Really looked into them, not just a quick glance, admiring them. She was getting picked on by some girls at school, since they were making fun of the way the uniform fit her. I thought it looked funny on the other girls, since the skirts were pulled all the way up to their belly buttons. How she was crying, when one of them pushed her into the locker, than how they were crying when I poured water on them.
“Luke you’re going to be in so much trouble for that.” Her voice was hoarse, after crying so long outside. “Who cares, they were assholes.” I told her brushing it off even though she was right, I got a detention later that week. When she looked at me, the way the sun hit her face the flicks of yellow and brown in her eyes stood out. Making me do a double take, looking at them back and forth earning some questioning expressions from her. “You have gorgeous eyes.” Blushing while hitting my chest, “No I don’t.”
“LUKE!?” Snapping out of my memory of her, expression on my face must have said it all.
I wasn’t paying attention.
Crossing her arms over her chest, she did this little thing with her feet. She never truly noticed it, when pointing it out she always denied it. Smiling, “You’re doing the foot tapping thing again.” Straightening her posture hands by her side, looks of confusion on her face.
“No, I’m not.” She uttered, her hair falling in front of her face.
“Yes you’re. You also are biting your lip, you only do that when you are in deep thought. Or when trying to keep track of something. Tapping of the foot, now that’s when you get real mad or at least irritated. Playing with your hair, is when you want something for instance when you were trying to get information out of Anthony 5 months ago. The first real party you ever been to in your life, when you figured out that people were calling me a god. Swaying your hips..well you have always done that.. But if you get them heels on, then it’s real swaying, not as bad like that time in 7th grade at that dance.” I remembered, standing there hands in the back of my pants. Giggling, “Or when you laugh, you get this weird crease on your forehead. No, No really it’s cute. Especially when you laugh at something that isn’t even that funny. Maybe how when someone is looking at you for too long you flip them off. Remember that one time in 5th grade the teacher kept looking at you funny, so you just flipped them off.” By now we both had tears in our eyes, wiping some that ran down her face. Nodding her head giggling, “ You remember that time we went to that abandoned house? We both were a screaming crying mess because your brothers and their friends followed us. Since they all scared the living daylights, out of us.”
By now we were reminiscing, laughing and giggling. Sure I’m pretty sure she wanted to kill me, “Why did we even really start this whole life ruining thing?” Y/N pondered after we both had stopped, shrugging my shoulders, “I really don’t know now. I guess we..we just had our mind set on ruining our lives.”
“Just because I didn’t kiss you back that one night, when really I was trying to think of the right words.”
“To tell me you didn’t like me that way, tha-.”
She went from being on the end of the bed, to being in my lap. Y/N lips connecting with mine, was I shocked?
Of Course the girl I have liked since the beginning was kissing me, “Relax.” She mumbled into the kiss, and so I did. Laying my hands on Y/N waist, “FINALLY!” Someone shouted from the door, braking apart from one another like we were 12 years old. Everyone was standing in the doorway, well at least the best they could, tall people in the back short in the front. Nervous laugh came from me, along with Y/N.
“Does this mean this whole life ruining thing is done?” My mother asked, along side Y/N mother.
“We miss you Y/N, it sucks to admit. But these past 5 years almost 6 years, have been horrible. Sure we like the boys, Y/N you were the one that would always help in pranks. Help give us all advice, you gave are mother a daughter. Even gave me a little annoying sister I never wanted.” Jack spoke up from the back, Y/N had some more tears in her eyes.
“Yeah..If it’s okay with Luke.. I would love to end this feud. Get back to being like how we use to be.”
“Fuck yeah! I have missed you. I was about to put up the white flag, right when I knew it wasn’t you that planted the Meth Lab in the basement.”
Laughing we both stood up, shaking hands. Pulling her into a hug, whispering, “It’s good to have you back.”
“You so owe me though. I have a shit ton of bruises and scars from these past 5 years.”
Pulling away, “How about a date?” I flirted wiggling my eyebrows. Giggling patting my chest nodding her head, “Absolutely. I would love too.”