This is one of the photos Entertainment Weekly released today from the Finale 7x20.
I don’t know about you but i find this suspicious..why is Jenna pictured with Mrs Hastings coming out of Hastings law offices and Spencer is just sitting on a bench..looks like she’s working for her parents as it says “Hastings & Hastings”
Correct me if im wrong but as far as i remember Mrs Hastings has never had a direct one to one scene with Jenna and i kinda find it strange they have one now in the finale…What could be so important in the final episode of the show to have reason for them to be together?
I’m so into you, I can barely breathe And all I wanna do is to fall in deep But close ain’t close enough ‘til we cross the line, hey yeah So name a game to play, and I’ll roll a dice, hey
The lights were blinding as they flashed in your eyes, yet you still managed to maintain the small smile for the cameras. As well as the never ending flashes, the shouts from those taking the photos that were going to be plastered on the internet in a matter of hours. All you could hear were people screaming at you to look somewhere, or pose a certain way.
It tired you out, but it was just something that came with the job, a job you loved very much. But these events were not the highlight of your life the limelight, with the stress of trying to find the perfect outfit, then not being able to get a moments peace the second you stepped onto the red carpet.
so in light of this john is a catfisher. it is what he has gone multiple times this past year despite getting caught every single time. if you were his former friend and do not wish to patch things up and simply want to be left along, be careful about new mutuals and be suspicious of blogs with pictures that don’t look like “real people” or don’t look like selfies someone would take, or look like professional instagram girls. i have caught john at this three separate times now. don’t be afraid to reverse google image search a selfie if you’re concerned.
Opening the door to your apartment with the spare key you walked into a kitchen that still had a cup of water on the table. Magazines were on the counter and you saw your flowers still on a shelf with your worn books. Smiling you walked into your room, turning on the string lights that were strung up all around. Your eyes were met with the sparkling lights, Polaroid pictures of you and your friends, of places were immediately illuminated. Your desk still held your computer and you could still see some clothes around the floor. A knocking on your door surprised you, what surprised you more was that it was Irene.
“Where have you been girl?!” she says, walking in, “I came by a couple of days ago and there was no answer! I haven’t seen you since that nightclub shooting I thought you were dead. But the police never reported a dead girl your age. I was so worried y’know!” she scolded.
“I know sorry,” you smiled sheepishly, “I was super busy I had a shift to catch at the hospital then I met up with my brother and spent some time with him for awhile.” you lied, but not completely. You did meet up with your brother, just not in the context she was thinking.
“But you never answered my texts or calls!” she pouted, you just laughed thinking of a quick response.
“Sorry! My phone broke, remember the shooting?” you said, it was amazing how easily you could lie.
“Oh, do you wanna get another one?” she paused, “we can go out today!”
“Sorry! I have another shift to catch in five and a half hours, I just wanna chill at home you can come in though!” you stepped back to let her in. Closing the door behind her you went to make a pot of coffee. Soon the aroma filled the house and you poured yourself and her a cup.
“So, how was it with your brother back in Daegu?” Irene asked, “Did his hot friends show up?”
“Irene!” you scolded lightly slapping her shoulder, she just giggled, “You have a boyfriend mind you!”
“I know but that doesn’t mean I still can’t look at the menu!” she shot back, you just rolled your eyes before setting your coffee down. “I’m gonna take a shower.” you called before entering the bathroom.
“Okay!” she said before setting her cup of coffee down. Sighing you got into the shower wishing the water could wash away your worries. Little did you know that your best friend wasn’t well, such a good friend. “Sorry y/n.” Irene murmured before quickly walking into your room to your laptop. Fingers hitting the key she pulled up your brothers name, looking at him she nodded to herself. Looking around she couldn’t see that brown leather journal you wrote in though, “Damn it y/n.” she muttered, sighing she looked in your closet, all of your clothes were gone except for a couple of garments strewn around your room. “Look’s like you did more than visit your brother.” she murmured before taking pictures on her phone. “It looks like you’ve moved out, I wonder where you’re staying.”
“What are you doing?” you asked opening the door to reveal your friend taking pictures of your room.
“O-oh, sorry I was going to redo my room and was taking some ideas.” she laughed nervously, you narrowed your eyes before shrugging it off.
“Whateve’s, It’s time for you to go anyways.” you said smiling and leading her out of your apartment. “Byeee!” you said before shutting her out.
“Bye!” Irene said faking enthusiasm before turning away to swipe at the suspicious pictures she took. “Mark’s not going to be happy about this…” she murmured unaware that you were watching her from the peep hole.
“Who’s Mark?” you whispered before sighing and getting ready to take your shift at the hospital.
“Hey y/n!” Yugyeom said as you entered the hospital,
“Hey Yeomie!” you said cheerfully, “how are you?”
“I’m great it’s you i’m worried about.” he said furrowing his eyebrows.
“Why?” You asked,
“You’ve looked really tired these past few days….” he trailed off
“Well yeah, I intern here and get like no sleep of course i’m gonna look tired Yugyeomie.” you pointed out before the head of your group called you over to get working. “Bye!”
“Hey! Seokjin,” Namjoon called over, “come here I have something!”
“What?” Jin asked walking to where Namjoon stood in the parking lot.
“Look,” Hoseok pointed to a tall man with brown hair wearing an expensive looking business suit. “That’s gonna be our next target.”
“Him?” he asked, they just nodded. “How are we gonna get him?”
“That’s Taehyung’s job with the rookie, apparently our friend here likes fresh meat every couple of nights.” Namjoon muttured,
“You don’t mean….” Jin started, they all just nodded. “No, no we’re not getting my sister to seduce and sleep with him Namjoon what if something goes wrong?”
“It won’t, she won’t even sleep with him all she has to do is lead him away from the bar in a couple of days Taehyung will take it from there.” Hoseok reasoned, “it’s not that bad I promise!” Jin frowned but relented for now.
“Fine, but if she’s not ready then-” he started but Namjoon just held up a hand.
“I know I know. Don’t worry princess.” he said before all three of them crept away.
“Where is he?” you muttered wrapping your coat closer as if you could keep the heat in.
“Hey, you get me today!” Namjoon said but his look was not kind. Rolling your eyes you sighed.
“I’d rather walk.” you hissed before opening the door begrudgingly. “But it’s cold out there so hey, yay?”
Namjoon drove away, but something in the rearview mirror caught his eye. Yugyeom.
“Who’s that?” he asked motioning to him,
“Oh him? That’s another intern at the hospital his name is Yugyeom. Why?” you looked back, but he was gone.
“Nothing never mind.” he said, “So what makes you think you can just come and go as you please from the base huh? Did it ever occur to you that maybe you were a prisoner?” he asked, you just rolled your eyes again,
“I don’t care, really you can keep me there but nothing’s going to stop me from finishing my internship. I advise you too Namjoon to let me because when I’m done it’ll benefit you more than you realize.” you shrugged before closing your eyes and drifting off to sleep.
“Damn she’s not wrong….” he muttered gripping the steering wheel so hard his knuckles turned white.
Blinking you opened your eyes to the soft gray of your room, groaning you rolled off your bed and took a shower before walking down to the kitchen.
“Hey y/n!” Taehyung called before giving you a tray of food, “Go give this to our Jungkookie and check up on him it’s been around a month since he’s been confined to his room, he’s getting antsy. Especially because we have a lot to do soon.”
“Fine, wait what are we doing?” you asked, pausing at the doorway.
“Well more like what are you doing.” Taehyung sang before going back to making pancakes.
“Ugh fine, don’t tell me then.” you pouted walking away to Jungkook’s room. “Ya! Kook I have your breakfast get up!” you shouted before opening the door to find him curled up under a bunch of fluffy blankets. Setting the tray down on his desk you crept up to him and carefully peeled back the blankets to reveal his sleeping face. “Aish, you look so cute sleeping like this.” you whispered leaning in a little more to inspect a small scar on his cheek. Slowly, you reached out a single finger to lightly trace it when he suddenly grabbed your wrist.
“So do you always touch sleeping boys or is it just me?” he asked cracking open and eye and blinking at you. You opened your mouth to say something but nothing came out.
“What?! No!” you finally managed to get out, but Jungkook just smirked.
“So it’s just me huh?” he drawled out lazily, finally yanking your hand out of his grip you grabbed his food tray.
“H-here’s your food.” you muttered before patting his head, “But first I need to inspect your wound, c’mon you know the drill Kooks.” you said sitting down next to him.
“I know I know you want to see me strip.” he waggled his eyebrows playfully as you rolled your eyes. Carefully you undid his bandages to reveal that it was time to take the stitches out.
“Okay, carefully we’re gonna walk down to the kitchen just a minute,” you paused before shouting “JIMIN!”
“Yeas?” he asked popping his head into the room,
“Can you go to my room and on my floor near the bed is a bag with some medical supplies bring it to the kitchen would you?” you asked, he just nodded.
“Wow ever so obedient.” Jungkook remarked before slowly getting up.
“Easy there pony,” you said putting an arm around his waist to steady him, opening the door you led him out and down the stairs to the kitchen where Jimin was patiently waiting. “Okay Jungkook let’s have you sit on the counter.” you instructed as he laid down. “Jimin can you hand me the small surgical scissors?” you asked before feeling Jimin hand them to you. “Okay.” you murmured to yourself before gently easing the blade under the stitches and clipping them.
“Oh y/n! What are you doing here?” Hoseok asked walking in because Taehyung was making some bombass pancakes.
“She’s finally taking out my stitches!” Jungkook said before you told him to stop talking.
“Okay….” you hummed before setting the scissors down and getting tweezers to take out the stitches. “You’ll feel some discomfort but don’t worry I know what I’m doing…..probably.” you laughed to yourself before yanking the black string ever so lightly.
“Here’s a warm rag to wipe away anything.” Jimin offered which you took gratefully and wiped away some of the pus and blood.
“Okay, so it’s not a fatal wound though but it’ll be tender and there’s some bleeding still because it’s not fully healed but you’ll be fine.” you smiled and cleaned up before bandaging it some.
“Thanks! Does that mean I can go out now?” Jungkook asked eagerly.
“Woah there don’t get ahead of yourself Kookie.” you said laughing,
“What did you call me?” he asked raising an eyebrow, you froze realizing your slip up with a cute nickname.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You responded suddenly very fixated on stirring the batter.
“Oh no you don’t I heard you call me Kookie…..is that a pet name y/n?” Jungkook said suddenly putting his hands on your waist. “Do you want me to call you something cute too?” he smirked feeling you tense up.
“Ya!” you were about to spin around when you heard a screech of a car pull in and some yelling for help.
“We’re going to talk about this you’re not escaping the embarrassment y/n!” Jungkook called as you ran up the stairs.
“Oh thank god you’re here y/n I didn’t know what we’d do if you were taking a shift at the hospital!” Jin called as you turned into the kitchen.
“What in the world happened to him?” you asked pointing to Namjoon and Yoongi.
“Deal went bad.” Yoongi muttered, he wasn’t as bad as Namjoon who was panting having been shot at. “Help him first.” he pointed at Namjoon when you went to help his cuts. Nodding you led Namjoon over to the kitchen counter.
“Here,” Jimin panted, “I brought you your med stuff along with some sterilizer.”
“Thanks Jiminie.” you said before getting to work grabbing the tweezers. “I have to get the bullet out first.” you told Namjoon, “This is gonna hurt but you’ll feel better I promise.” Then, you leaned forward and used the tweezers to fish around for the bullet in his abdomen.
“What in the hell happened?!” Jungkook yelled Taehyung quickly following as they walked into the kitchen.
“I told y/n, the deal went bad. Exo and their little maknae’s started shooting at us as soon as our guard was down those fuckers.” Yoongi cursed, glaring at a wall.
“Gotcha!” you smiled before pulling a bullet out. Grabbing a warm cloth you wiped away the blood and peered into the hole. Then nodding to yourself you cut open Namjoon’s shirt, you stared at his chest, he had some scarring across it but other than that he was very fit. He just raised an eyebrow,
“Like what you see sweetheart?” he asked smirking.
“If you can crack jokes like that then you should focus on not moving. You’re very lucky that the bullet didn’t hit any organs Namjoon.” you said before cleaning out the wound.
“What would have happened if the bullet did hit an organ?” Jin asked,
“Most likely he’d die.” you said making the room go quiet.
“You wouldn’t be able to help him?” Taehyung asked,
“No, I not only don’t have the resources here nor the expertise for that. Plus infection would probably kill him. Either way he’d have to go to the hospital which would result in prison.” you stated before finishing up. “Take him to a room on this floor, He’s not going to be able to do anything for a while I’ll stay up here and take care of his health. Yoongi c’mere I have to look at you.” then you had Yoongi scoot over and you wiped and cleaned his wounds. “You don’t need stitches but get him some advil he’s going to be in some pain and drink some water for god’s sake you’re dehydrated.” you scolded lightly smacking his shoulder before shooing them away from the kitchen and cleaning up your space. “Oh, Jin!” you called,
“Yes? Did you want anything y/n?” he asked
“If you guys plan on keeping me here then I’m gonna need my own work space. You all have yours, I want mine with supplies and everything.” you said before pouring a glass of water and walking to Namjoon’s room.
“On it ma’am.” he whispered before walking downstairs.
“Drink this in a couple of hours. Not now because we want to let your body heal.” you said before sitting down on the ground.
“Okay,” Namjoon paused, “Are you really okay with, this?”
“Okay with what?” you asked,
“Y’know, having to join our gang, although I guess it’s better since your older brother is also here….”
You paused, “Do I look like i’m okay with this?” you asked,
“To be honest, you seem to not really care.” Namjoon said,
“Well i’m not, maybe it’s the shock but i’m panicking internally.” pausing you looked out the window, “Although I guess i’m okay as long as you let me go to my shifts to get my med degree….”
“Ah, yes you seem to really want that.”
“I’ve worked for it my whole life.” you pointed out,
“True, we used to listen to Seokjin ramble on about how accomplished his younger sister was. He was so proud of you y/n.” Namjoon said,
“Hey, can I live up in the actual house?” you asked,
“Why? It’s safer down there.” he pointed out,
“I now I just, like the house better…” you sighed,
“Sure I guess.” He said before shaking his head,
“Well I’m gonna go then and let you rest. Bye.” you said before quietly leaving.
Walking down the stairs you found all the boys in the kitchen eating pancakes, Yoongi wrestling with Hoseok laughing.
“YAH!” you shouted immediately when you saw him, Yoongi froze mid headlock staring at you like a deer in the headlights. “What do you think you’re doing?” you asked putting your hands on your hips,
“Um, showing some affection?” he tried, you stared at him dead in the eye. “I’ll go um, sit down and rest.” he whispered before slowly walking to the couch and taking a seat next to Jin. “You’re sisters kinda scary.” he whispered, Jin just laughed,
“I know man I know. She used to scold me all the time for not washing the dishes, but hey she’s watching out for you you’re a wounded man Min Yoongi!” Seokjin paused catching you staring at Yoongi with something that resembled affection in your eyes, “If I didn’t know better I’d think that’s her way of showing affection for you, she might like you!” Jin whispered before laughing at Yoongi’s shocked face, “Or not?” when he noticed Yoongi’s face was flushed red. “Hmmm.” he hummed knowing Yoongi’s secret,
“Namjoon’s out of commission for at least two to three weeks so I suggest very highly that you all lay low for a while.” you said, looking around as they nodded.
“If he’s gonna be that hurt we should go back to the main base then.” Hoseok told everyone,
“Main base?” you asked,
“Yeah, you didn’t actually think that this was where we did our work?” he responded shock on his face, “Oh no this place is much to small and surrounded by people. Our main base is much bigger and surrounded by mountains where we can really function. That’s why this place was so understocked when you got here, we don’t usually use this but with you here we thought it’d be better for awhile.” he explained, you nodding before sighing.
“Plus we’re the only ones who know where the main base is, as you’ve noticed some other guys keep coming and going, they don’t know where the actual headquarters are. Safety purposes.” Taehyung said, you just nodded.
“So when do we leave?” you asked,
“As soon as Namjoon can walk.” Yoongi said eyes closed,
“Then about a couple days or so.” you said to yourself before nodding.
“Oh!” Seokjin said, “Back at headquarters we’ll have a med bay for you to do your work!” he smiled, you just nodded.
“So…” Jungkook said, “Kookie huh?”
“Don’t.” you held a hand up,
“Awww c’mon baby! It was a cute name!” he said smirking,
“Excuse m-baby?!” you almost shrieked,
“Well you called me Kookie so I decided to come up with a name for you too!” he grinned,
“Oh my god.” you whispered before rolling your eyes and grabbing Jimin by the arm, “C’mon let’s wrestle.” you said walking toward the other end of the room where you practice.
“What?!” everyone said, staring at you,
“What?” you asked,
“You never wanna wrestle, ever.” Taehyung said,
“Well here I am so,” you shrugged before you were flattened on your back.
“You said you wanted to wrestle so c’mon stop yapping!” Jimin said playfully. Eye twitching you stood back up before lunging to punch him in the stomach, he laughed and dodged before punching you again, quickly you grabbed Jungkook’s switchblade laying on the counter and opened it with a flick of your wrist.
“No weapons!” Jimin said eyes widening, “Do you even know how to use that thing?”
“Wait I wanna see her fight with a weapon she’s never fought with one before!” Taehyung said, everyone was intrigued now,
“I know stupid I’m the one that was supposed to train her! But all we’ve been working on was hand to hand!” Sighing Jimin shook his head, “Just don’t hurt yourself man.” before he opened his blade. Smirking Yoongi laughed internally because you were a fast learner. He was you watching Jimin whenever he practiced fighting with Jungkook and caught you practicing by yourself late at night alone with a spare blade, sometimes he’d even join you. Jimin swiped his blade but was shocked when you dodged under and cut him down his arm before jumping away, “What the-?” he asked before grabbing your arm and cutting your cheek,
“She’s a quick one Jimin!” Jungkook yelled, laughing.
“I know!” he snapped grabbing your leg when you tried to kick him. “Ha! Got you now!” he gloated but you just smirked,
“Jimin watch out!” Taehyung yelled when you suddenly jumped up and twisted around with your other leg just barely missing him when he let go and retreated. Tossing the blade to your other hand you swept his legs from under him and jumped on top straddling him with the knife at his throat. Suddenly he hit your knee knocking you off balance and reversed the situation,
“I win again!” he laughed before helping you up, “You’ve gotten much better though your form is just fantastic! Although how’d you learn to fight with a knife?” he asked,
“I watched you fight Jungkook then practiced on my own.” you shrugged before tossing the knife back to Jungkook, “Here Kooks take back the knife.” you said before sipping some water.
Everyone just shook their head at you while Yoongi his a small smile being the only one who knew how hard you practiced at night with him.
He knew it. You knew it. By god did he know it. But that didn’t stop him from trying to save you.
“Hang on Y/N,” He said shortly, the normal fluidity of his voice breaking for the first time since you’d met him, the ‘cool guy’ facade shattering before your eyes.
“Dave,” You tried to speak but it ended up coming out as a wet cough, blood dribbling down your mouth. Dave stiffened, looking directly at you from behind the glasses, trying not to let his gaze stray to the scarred tissue in your abdomen, to the place on your body stained red.
“Come on, there must be something,” He was mumbling to himself, frantically looking through his sylladex. But you knew he had never and could never captchalogue something that would save you. Not at this point. You were too far gone - in fact you could feel the world slipping away as the edges of your vision darkened.
“Dave,” You croaked again, fruitlessly, insistently, weakly, determinedly. He finally snapped.
“What?!” He asked. You didn’t even have it in you to respond to the harshness. The only thing on your mind was how you couldn’t see his full expression - the glasses being a block to the outside world. To you. With the last of your strength you reached a hand up to his face. Dave just stayed there like a statue above you as you knocked the offending dark sunglasses from the bridge of his nose.
And your own eyes widened.
The crimson eyes were shining, burning, looking deeply into yours. But there were tears brimming there, tears that he hadn’t let shed down his cheeks. Tears blurring his eyes. Tears that caused you to smile. So Mr. Strider had some emotions after all.
“Y/N, Y-Y/N, I-” His voice broke again and something that sounded suspiciously like a strangled cry got caught in his throat.
“Shh, Dave. For once….shut up.”
Because you were dying. He knew it. You knew it. But now he knew there was nothing he could do to change that fact.
He leant to press his forehead to yours, tears dripping onto your cheeks. You laughed weakly, not even having the strength to cough anymore, shutting your own eyes without your volition. It seemed you just couldn’t keep them open anymore.
A word in the silence, the silence that was only broken by Dave’s quiet cries and your ragged gasps for air, your chest slowing in its heaves. You let out a last smile.
And your chest completely stopped moving.
Dave let out a sound of agony. He held onto your body tightly, heartbrokenly, wanting to die himself-
And then he smiled.
Another moment later he grinned. Then he was full out chuckling.
“Y/N,” He laughed. It took you only a split moment to realize your mistake and you opened an eye, groaning.
You closed your eyes again, inwardly killing yourself as Dave rolled off of you, collapsing in joyous laughter. The director was next to you guys in another five breaths. You lent up on an elbow, shyly meeting his annoyed eyes. There was a glint of amusement there as well, but it was mostly overshadowed by fatigue.
“Y/N,” the deep voice of the director interrupted and you sighed noisily.
“The lines are 'don’t forget me’ Y/N,” He let a hand press to his forehead, and if this were an anime, you would be able to see the anger marks on his head. “How many times do we have to go over this??”
“I know!” You lamented, shoving an elbow into Dave’s side to stop his giggles. He only offered you a smirk and you sent him a glare that said: 'you are so getting it later’. “It’s just that, I don’t know, those words always come out!”
“This is the fifth time redoing this scene Y/N! Can’t you just die properly??!”
You opened your mouth, offended, until you saw the slight tugging upward of the director’s lips.
“Ha ha,” you said dryly, wiping the fake blood from your lips as you finally sat up. He only gave you another look before dropping the script in his hands into your lap.
“That’s a wrap today guys!” He yelled and the entire set let out sighs of relief. The camera man up top sagged happily. “We’ll, hopefully, finish this scene tomorrow.”
You pointedly ignored his side glance as you got off the floor, hopping down onto the real ground, letting the crew roll the set to the side. The director’s words had set off a burst of motion as people were moving everywhere, glad to be done for the day.
You ran a hand through your hair. You see, you were an actress on the famous television show, Homestuck. By famous, you meant famous. The show was a rage on the internet, most of the fans being teenagers. It had already won several Grammys, and you were sure with the upcoming season it would get even more popular. Considering you were -spoiler alert - going to die.
Haha you just knew that would cause chaos in the fandom.
(Oh well you were coming back anyway. Woops another spoiler.)
You weren’t bragging when you said this (oh who’s kidding you were definitely bragging) but you were an intensely liked character on the show. The amount of fanart with you in it kinda amused you and weirded you as well.
You shook your head, focusing instead on the line you had messed up continuously today.
“Why can’t I get this?!” You moved to slap your head only for soft fingers to hold your wrist. You looked up, surprised, to see the gentle eyes of the one and only main star.
“I don’t think hurting yourself’s gonna help,” John Egbert raised an eyebrow at you. You just scoffed.
“You never know,” You retorted. He just gave an easy chuckle, reaching into his pocket to draw out a handkerchief. He dragged the material across your face, and you screwed up your face in defiance. When it came back, the once white cloth had a large red smudge. You sniffed.
“Thanks,” You said grudgingly, air puffing up your cheeks as you refused to look at him. He just laughed again, clear and bright as he tucked the handkerchief into your shirt pocket before patting your head. He removed the fake glasses, tucking them on the collar of his shirt.
“Aww,” He cooed. “Stop being so cute Y/N.”
You jerked and without your permission could feel your face heat up.
John snickered at the look on your face. You leapt at him in anger but he jumped back, escaping your frustration and proceeded to book it out of there, but not without sticking his tongue out at you. You shook a fist in the air at his retreating back.
“You better run brat!”
You jumped a bit, turning at the sound. Dave Strider was behind you, a towel around his neck, a water bottle in his left hand.
“Getting it on with Egbert I see?” He smirked. You bristled.
“Oh shut up. More like he was mothering me.”
“Well the fanbase doesn’t seem to think so,” He chuckled. At your confused blink he showed you his phone, waving it teasingly. “Look at what I found~.”
You gave him a suspicious glare but grabbed the tech from him, curiosity winning you over.
Then you promptly recoiled in horror.
There, on the screen, was a picture, definitely fan art, of you and John. But it wasn’t innocent. FAR FROM. His glasses were on the floor, a few feet away from the two of your forms. But purposely still in the frame. But that obviously wasn’t the horrible part. You couldn’t see John’s face from the position, but by the hair, and the before mentioned glasses on the floor, it was obviously him. He had picture you pinned to the wall, hair suspiciously ruffled. Picture you had your hands in his hair, and mouth slightly open and - wait what-
“Eek!” You screeched, shoving the phone back into Dave’s hand like it was on fire. Why why why why WHY?!!!
Dave just laughed at your distress and tapped you on the nose. “You’re too easy sometimes Y/N.”
You sputtered but then he was already walking away, waving a hand bye in the air without turning around. You stared after him for a bit, heart pounding. You bit your lip. This was bad. You were falling even deeper into a hole with what you were doing, with your feelings.
Terezi walked past you, smirking, glasses tilted down so she could look at you. “Careful Y/N. Dave’s ass might burst on fire from how hard you’re staring at it.”
You immediately caught her in a head hold.
“What was that?!!”
“Ahh!! Ahah! I’m sorry! Let me go!”
You sat at the table in your dressing room, sulking.
“Don’t forget me, don’t forget me.” You went over the lines. Don’t get distracted-
“I can’t get him out of my head!!” You slammed your head down into your hands. And you knew exactly why. It was no longer a thing to ponder.
You were completely, utterly, head over heels for Dave Strider.
You’d known that for a couple months now actually.
And it was killing you. You’d broken the unspoken rule of all actors/actresses everywhere. That it was just a show. That it didn’t matter in real life. In Homestuck, Dave and you were the most shipped characters. In the show the both of you had feelings for each other but none of you would admit it. It absolutely drove the fans crazy.
But it drove you crazy as well.
At first it was just that, just an acting position. But then that turned into stealing glances. Then it turned into actual blushing, not just something you forced for the cameras every time he grabbed your hand. Every time he gave that smirk of his or the nonchalant gaze. Then it only progressed from there till butterflies erupted in your stomach at the mere thought of the Strider.
But you couldn’t love him. You knew that. After all, it was just a role.
You gave your tired face another look in the mirror, wiping off the last of the makeup and grimacing at the bags under your eyes. The bags produced by the many times you stayed up thinking about a certain male with blonde locks and dark shades.
“Screw my life…” you muttered.
“Well that’s not nice. What did it ever do to you?”
You jumped again, provoking a chuckle from the Strider you knew was at your door. Only he had a fetish for scaring you like that.
“What do you want Dave?” You turned in your spin chair, giving him an unamused glare, trying to shove away the thoughts you were having mere seconds ago. Shove away the way you felt shivers at the sound of his voice, huskier with exhaustion. “How’d you even get in here?”
He knocked the back of his knuckles loosely on the door behind him. “You left the door open, genius.”
“Well then lock it.”
Dave’s eyebrows were raised, stunned. You furrowed your own brows, confused, before you realized. You had just asked him to lock the door. While he was still in the room. Just the two of you.
You blushed in horror just as the surprise was wiped clean from his face. He smirked, a mischievous glint flashing cross his eyes.
“W-wait-” You tried to correct your mistake. “You know that’s not w-what I meant-”
“Tsk, tsk, tsk,” Dave tutted as he shut the door with the slightest shift of his wrist, fluidly turning the lock in a smooth movement that had you gulping. A dark amusement encompassed his features. “Why I never knew you thought of me like that, Y/N. Not that I’m complaining.”
I do, so much. “I don’t.”
“I’m getting mixed signals here babe.”
“Do I have to tie you down to get you to shut up?”
Oh for Pete’s sake.
“I hate you…” you mumbled, dropping your head onto the desk to drown out his sniggering.
“No you don’t,” He said simply, walking round your space.
“What are you even doing here?”
“Can’t I just come and visit my favourite actress?”
“Fine,” He shrugged, leaning against the wall. He took of his shades, pinning you in place with his eyes. “I know you Y/N. You don’t make the same mistake too many times. But this line has been bothering you for long. Too long. What’s up?”
You opened your mouth.
“And don’t give me any crap about you 'just let it slip out’. That might work on the director, but not me.”
You closed it, biting down on the flesh of your bottom lip.
“I really have no idea though.” You lied.
You groaned. You should have known he wouldn’t have been fooled. “Can’t you just drop it?”
“No I can’t. If it’s bothering you this much, why can’t you tell me?”
Because it pertains to you. “….”
You closed your eyes in silence, wishing him away mentally. When you heard nothing but a shuffle, you peeked an eye open.
Only to see him right infront your face.
You shrieked, the chair rolling back as you stood, pushing him away. “What the heck, dude?”
You backed up quickly, not thinking until you felt the edge of the couch in the corner. You stopped yourself but it was too late, your balance offed, and you were falling backwards onto the sofa. Before you knew it Dave was infront of the couch, then he was over you, pinning you to the soft cushion.
“Dave!” You screeched. Was this actually happening?!!!
You tried to move but Dave kept your legs down with his, pinning your arms to the side of your head with his. You could feel your mind blanking. You couldn’t believe it. What was he doing?!!
Ironic huh? A little voice echoed in the back of your head but you ignored it.
“I’m not letting you up till you tell me,” He popped the last syllable. You made one last effort to escape his hold, but that ended up in you only wriggling underneath his surprisingly strong grip, back arching your chest into his.
You felt a burst of heat in your stomach at the contact and you stopped immediately.
You rested your head on the armrest beneath it in defeat. Dave studied you. You vaguely noticed how his brown eyes seemed red in that moment, the strange coloring actually looking wine colored at this angle. But that was impossible, he had his red contacts off. Maybe it was the lighting? Some things were better off not thought about.
“Are you being serious about this?”
You breathed out. You had no choice. Dave knew you well, too well. He’d be able to tell if you were lying. You had to tell the truth.
“I wasn’t fully lying when I said I couldn’t help it. That’s true. It’s just that…” You looked backed at him, chuckling at the likeliness of this scene to the one in the show. Dave hovering over you, hair hanging into his face. Only his eyes weren’t teary. Only there wasn’t a heart wrenching expression taking over his handsome features.
“That?” He prompted.
“'Don’t forget me’,” You said. “I know what the line is Dave. Besides what you think, I actually passed school.”
“So then why do you keep saying 'It’s ok’?” Dave sounded frustrated that you weren’t getting to the point.
“Because of you!” You snapped. He blinked, the tight grip on your wrists loosening.
“Because of you,” You repeated, but softly this time. “Your face Dave…You looked so scared….I just…..” You swallowed. “I know you knew I wasn’t really dying but I felt like I needed to reassure you. Reassure you that I wasn’t going anywhere. Reassure you that I was indeed, going to be ok. That’s why I kept saying it.”
Dave looked absolutely stunned at your confession. But the frustrated look didn’t lessen. “But why? Why did you need to reassure me so much? You’ve done similar roles with the others in the past. Why not them?”
“Because they’re not you, Dave!” You practically shouted. Your mouth was running ahead of your brain. “Because I lov-”
Your mouth snapped shut so fast, your teeth vibrated painfully against each other.
Oh my gosh.
Dave’s frustrated face melted into something else, something foreign, something you couldn’t place.
“You what Y/N?” It didn’t sound like a question anymore. More like he was desperate for you to finish. Or, even worse, he knew what you were going to say and wanted you to say it yourself.
And that terrified you.
“I said it’s nothing.” You forced.
“I don’t think it was nothing though,” Dave decided for you.
“Dave,” You stared, a warning in your voice.
“You see, I think -”
“- that you were going to say -”
“Dave!” Not a warning anymore. Now you were just trying anything to prevent him from saying it.
“ - that you love me.”
And your heart stopped.
You stopped breathing literally for a second, air hitching in your throat. You attempted to look away but Dave kept you trapped in his intense gaze.
“And?” You eventually replied when the quiet seemed it would choke you. “And what if I did? What would you do then?”
You couldn’t run away from the topic anymore. Now that your heart was bared before him, you might as well hear his response.
“What I would do?” Dave mused. “Well….” He bent his face down slowly until you could feel his breath against your cheek. “I’d probably do this….”
“Dave,” You stuttered as his face drew closer, eyes wide.
“T-there’s probably c-cameras in h-here-”
“You know what? I don’t really care.”
And then his lips were on yours.
A single thought entered your mind. You know, it would be pretty funny if those JohnxY/N shippers saw this.
Then you shoved the thought aside and immersed yourself into what was more important. That Dave Strider was kissing you. You couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe. Everything but him left your mind as his hands left your wrists to cup your face.
No his mouth didn’t taste like strawberries.
Nor did he taste like mint or cinnamon or anything stupid like what you’d find in sappy romance books. His lips tasted exactly like you’d expect them to - like lips. Like skin.
They molded yours gently at first, then rougher, and by the time his tongue slithered into your mouth you came to a conclusion. He did taste like something, somewhat.
He tasted like the flavoured water he had been drinking earlier - just that tiny bit lemon that tinted the neutral of his mouth. Your hands feebly gripped his shoulders and in the back of your mind you hoped you didn’t taste bad either, but that was honestly the last thing on your mind as he pressed you down into the couch with a growl.
You arched into him, shivering, moving your hands to tug at his hair instead. He bit down on your lip, mumbling between kisses.
“And here I thought you were miss awkward innocent.”
You tried not to, but before you knew it you were smiling against his mouth. Then you were laughing, giggling as you attempted to bring back the passion but failed.
“Way to break the mood, idiot,” You said as he too let up on the intensity your mouths had previously shared, leaving light, airy brushes of his lips against yours. “And we both know that’s just a character I play. Though for some reason, your character on the other hand is just like you, you bastard.”
“What can I say,” He hummed, giving you one last kiss, a simple soft peck of his lips to yours, then another, and another, before retreating to look you in the eyes. “Not even the director can contain my swag.”
“You did not just say that,” You groaned, but were smiling brightly, chest heaving, taking in air.
Dave pressed his forehead to yours, a familiar move, but there were no tears this time, just an atmosphere of happiness that had you flying, had euphoria blossoming in your chest, slowly, beautifully.
After a comfortable silence:
“Oh, I love you too by the way, if you didn’t get that.”
“I don’t know….maybe you should show me one more time.”
“Hmm…maybe I should.”
A laugh in the quiet as he nuzzled his nose into your neck.
“Y/N, Y-Y/N I-”
“Dave, shh…..for once, shut up.”
His forehead pressing to yours.
Everyone holding their breath.
The director’s moan.
“Y/N! Are you serious?!!”
“Ahahaah!! You so did that on purpose didn’t you?!”
so I get my hair done by this girl at Ulta. the first time we chit chatted but never had serious conversations. until today.
Somehow we got on the subject of lifting, and obviously I’m not gonna revert the subject so I fake acted like I was against it bc I planned on lifting while I was there lmao anyways.
Even though she’s just a hairstylist she knew EVERYTHING. And she made sure to tell me that the rules for that ulta are the same at every ulta.
She had told me a story about how some lady came in and stole $1000 worth of shit and they didn’t even know until they found the packages while cleaning and stocking. She told me that they would’ve never known if they didn’t review the security tapes. In my head I was like “why would u take shit out of their packaging lmao”
Then she tells me how they have people there all the time who go in the bathrooms and steal and I was like “don’t y'all have security towers there?” she’s like “yeah but they find ways” I was like “wow that’s crazy I wonder how” 👀👂🏼 and she literally said “oh you just have to point the tag a certain way so the towers won’t go off” and then said “I probably shouldn’t have said that but I know you won’t say anything” Lowkey I felt bad cus she’s sweet and cool as hell.
She also said they only CS you if you’re dressed bummy. When they’re suspicious of you they just watch you, not necessarily CS you.
She also said that if they see someone stealing they LITERALLY cannot do anything. Like N O T H I N G. except call the cops. and she said people use that to their advantage and will come in and literally lift RIGHT IN FRONT OF THEM!
the ulta is in an outlet mall with other stores like old navy and stuff and she said they all communicate very well with eachother.
& idk if this has been mentioned but when someone lifts from Ulta they take a screen cap from the surveillance and hang it up in their break room / office. She alllllssssoooo mentioned that LP only comes ONCE a month. and sometimes they’re also reps for stuff like the Pureology and shit.
She also mentioned racial profiling is very real but that’s obvious with everything amirite?
SO, key points mentioned:
- Ulta cannot and will not apprehend you so if they do it’s technically “illegal.”
- If you point RFID tags a certain way (idk which way) you can conceal in the bathroom.
- Won’t necessarily CS you if you appear to be browsing, only if you’re dressed bummy and “look suspicious” before the act of concealing
- Will WATCH when suspicious.
- Hang pictures of lifters in office / break room
Alright y'all there was more but sadly I can’t remember because I’ve been drinking with bae.
Also I lifted three NYX Liquid Suedes, three NYX lip liners & a UD Moondust shadow. I’ll take pics later 😘
Looking at the commanders that were ordered to summon Lotor, I'm starting to think that they will be the counterparts to the paladins, and particularly Throk is one to Lance, as appose to your theory of Lotor and Lance being counterparts. Throk is also tall and lanky, and his previous incarnations had him be very emotionally intelligent, and the writers implied there would be a struggle for power, probably because they don't respect Lotor, and I think Throk is our guy, just like Lance with Keith
Lotor was described as a hot shot prince, similar to Keith, and I’m starting to think that the commander next to Throk is Hunk’s counterpart. He seems to be the token good teammate of them, and is soft spoken and seems amused by Lotor’s size. Idk I think they’ll keep the Lotor and Keith parallels and surprise us with the Throk and Lance parallels since Throk being a backstabber is counterpart to Lance’s undying loyalty and dedication.
While this is an interesting read, I think it’s a pretty quick assumption, and I don’t know if it’s supported considering what little of Throk we have- I wouldn’t call it refuted, either, but it’s a noteworthy point.
So let’s just tally up all we’ve seen of these three individuals, for the sake of posterity (because there’s not much there for Lotor either, and if I’m subjecting you to scrutiny I better put my money where my mouth is)
Just wanted to let you all know - I’m sure I’m not the only one who has been getting inbox spam lately - starts with ‘hi’ or similar and if you reply you quickly end up with a request for photos or private chat. They have blogs with nothing on, fairly nondescript urls and a selfie of a young woman as their avatar.
I wanted to give my advice for younger/vulnerable people on here, so I hope you’ll forgive me sounding like your mum.
Here’s my suggestion, if you get a message from someone you don’t know and who isn’t following you, with an empty blog:
Don’t reply to the message.
Mark it as spam if you want to - I’ve started doing that.
Don’t ever send pictures of yourself.
Don’t feel pressured into chatting with someone you don’t know or sharing anything personal.
I have no clue what the gain is for people doing this but I guess they are hoping people will get talked into sharing images.
Stay safe. If you’re not sure something is a good idea, it probably isn’t - trust your instinct. If you feel uncomfortable, stop. Ask someone in real life that you trust - a parent, a responsible adult..
Look after yourselves and avoid nonsense.
“Thanks again, Y/N. I wouldn’t know what to do if you hadn’t agreed.” Sonny thanked once again.
‘Called a cab?” you joked still focusing on the road.
It was your partner Sonny’s day off today and he’d called you in panic about midday saying that his car wasn’t starting and that he needed to get down to Staten Island. You offered to take him as you had taken the afternoon off as well. Sonny was meeting his sister so he could take photos of her and his niece.
“Not with the prices nowadays.” he commented bitterly.
“Well then your lucky that I was available. Is it this turn?” you asked stirring the wheel as soon as he nodded.
When he had told you what he was doing. You were surprised and bit confused. Sonny grew up on Staten Island and had very close relationships with sisters. He was very much family orientated. You on the other hand grew up on the Upper West Side, very privileged but not very happy. You didn’t have familial bonds so most common practices within families seemed like alien procedures to you. Though you were curious as to how the dynamic worked.
“Alright and park up here.” Sonny directed.
After doing as he instructed. You both got out of the car. He went straight to the trunk to take out his camera while you were taking in the scenery. It was one of those classic parks that you see in movies. Simply breath taking especially now during mid-summer.
“It’s nice isn’t it?” Sonny asked stepping besides you with his camera in his hand.
“Extremely. You were lucky to grow up playing here.” you stated.
“Well it’s no Upper West Side.” he said.
“Trust me. I would have taken this over it any day.” you sighed.
“Anyway, lets go we aren’t going to take pictures in the parking lot.” Sonny joked grabbing by the hand and dragging you towards the entrance.
Sonny was getting excited to show you. He moved from the walking in step to walking backwards in front of you. He was babbling on and on. Talking about how he used to ride his bike along the embankment. How’d he played their for hours as a kid. Playing basketball and soccer. He even told you that one time he was dared to jump into the water and he was about to but his Dad caught him and consequently grounded him for a month.
“Alright, so where we going is were all members of the Carisi family take their pictures.” Sonny informed.
“Why?” you asked confused.
"You’ll see.” he answered ominously.
“So secretive. You sure you can bring me here? I’m not a Carisi, you know.” you commented.
“Don’t worry I got permission… Nah, I’m kidding. It would be rude to bring you all the way here and ask you to stay in the car”
"Yes, it would but even if you did I brought a book to entertain myself anyway.”
"I’ll try and not take to long.” he reassured.
"Don’t worry about it. I’m quite excited to see this place. Your always talking about it. And anyway I didn’t have any plans.” you admitted.
You continued to walk for a few minutes when he stopped abruptly.
“You ready?” he asked a large smile on his face.
“As I’ll ever be.” you smiled back.
He moved back to reveal a secret part of the embankment. Hidden by trees. It was curved mimicking a balcony. The sun was setting now so and it was illuminating the background like in fairytales.
“Wow.” you breathed.
“You see.” he nudged.
“Definitely,” you answered.
“You know I had my first kiss here. Carina Giliberti, 8th grade.” he informed walked forward.
“So, I’m not the first girl you brought here? Dominick Carisi Jr, how could you?” you said in mock offence.
“Sorry doll. This is just the most romantic place I know of. But I’ll tell you one thing when I propose. I’m doing it here.” he said whimsically.
“So you’ll be bringing someone else here then. Man do I feel special.” you sighed.
“Maybe.” he whispered as if he didn’t want you to hear.
You walked over to the edge of the wall. Looking down into the murky water below. You made faces. No matter how nice the park you couldn’t fix New Yorks water. Sonny was on the phone talking to his sister.
“My sisters running late. I dragged you out all the way here and now you have to wait.” Sonny apologised getting off the phone.
“It’s fine. Stop apologising. You’re getting on my nerves.” you reassured.
Sitting on the edge of the wall you started reading while Carisi was setting up his camera a few feet away. A few minutes of peaceful silence passed before you heard the obvious sounds of a camera flashing.
“Are you taking pictures of me?” you questioned.
“Maybe…” he said suspiciously before snapping another picture of your annoyed face.
“Stop that.” you said launching yourself off the wall and swatting him playfully.
He kept on snapping away. You began chasing him playfully still swatting and he was still taking pictures of you. It was a few minutes of trying to tackle each other. He grabbed you by the waist and ran around while you screamed your head off before he set you down again.
“Alright. Alright. I’ll stop.” he said, “Look at how cute you are.”
He showed you the pictures on your camera.
Multiple picture of blurred limbs but your annoyed face came out crystal clear. You giggled at how weird you looked.
“I look awful.” you chuckled shaking your head.
“Nah, you look cute. Like I said.” he insisted.
You shot him annoyed look.
“How about I take some better pictures of you?” he suggested sympathetically.
“Only if you’re in them too.” you informed.
He moved wrapping his arm around your neck with the camera in his hand. Spinning you round so the sun was behind you. Illuminating the background. You started doing funny faces into the camera at first before moving onto actual smiling faces. He was moving closer until your faces were pressing together. You angled your face and gave him a kiss on the cheek. He seemed surprised and you laughed at his shocked expression.
“Excuse me lovebirds.” Sonny sister called from behind you.
You both spun around before dropping each others embrace. You greeted chatted for awhile before going back to your book off the side. Watching with one eye. How a real family interacted. You couldn’t help but smile at them. Silently wishing that you could have a family like that someday.
It’s funny. You never saw those pictures until many years later on a very special day. It wasn’t until then you realised that unlike you he wasn’t staring into the camera, no, he was too busy staring at you.
i got a suspicious vibe about that picture that sasha posted of her looking back in the mirror with bayley’s shirt on…why do i feel like she’s turning on bayley tonight…in front of bayley’s hometown crowd