Summary: Your boyfriend has an Easter surprise for you. The catch? You have to find it yourself.
Warnings: Well, it’s Jacksepticeye, so language. Also, not proofread, and I have no idea why I chose this particular gif (except for how cute Jack is here)
“(Y/n), wake up!”
You groan tiredly, rolling over and burying your face in the pillow. You don’t know how the hell your boyfriend is possibly so awake at this hour (whatever this hour is), but you do know that you are absolutely not awake with him.
“(Y/n)!” he tries again. “Come on, if I’m awake right now you can be too.” You don’t bother pointing out that his Irish accent gets thicker and more stereotypical when he’s tired, and that he sounds like he does when he’s recording a St Patrick’s day video which means he’s exhausted.
“Sean, go the fuck to sleep,” you say grouchily, lifting your head just enough for the words to not get muffled by the pillow.
“SLEEP IS FOR THE WEAK!” he shouts, making you jump and fall out of the bed. “Oh, good! You’re up!”
“Sean McLoughlin, if you value your life at all, you will—“ You don’t get the chance to finish your threat before he’s pulling you up, grinning that bright smile that always makes it impossible for you to stay mad at him. “Never mind,” you sigh. “‘M still tired though.”
“But it’s Easter!” Sean exclaims happily.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake. Is that what this is about?” You glance at the clock. It’s actually about half noon, but given Sean’s sleep schedule (and the one you now hold so that you and him are actually awake at the same time), that’s basically seven in the morning.
Sean gasps dramatically. “(Y/n)!” He sounds as if you’ve personally offended him. “This is an important Christian holiday! You can’t fuckin’ swear!”
You stare at him blankly. You know that he knows what he did, and you know he did it thinking it was funny. You’re not laughing. You aren’t.
“Oh come on, that was funny,” he says after a moment.
“You’re lucky you’re pretty, Jack-a-boy,” you say instead, patting him on the shoulder.
He bats his eyelashes at you. “Am I the prettiest?” he asks you, looking for all the world like a male beauty pageant wannabe.
“No,” you say bluntly, giggling at the dramatic way his face falls.
He perks back up quickly, though, and he grabs your hand and drags you out into the living room.
“Sean, please tell me you didn’t hide a bunch of Easter eggs around the apartment that you’re going to make me look for,” you say (demand) when he finally stops, throwing an arm around your shoulders.
“‘Course not,” he says flippantly, making you question the truth of the statement. “I’ve got too much editin’ to do to watch you look for eggs for two hours.” He’s right, and you do know that. You’re still wary, though.
“So what did you do?” you ask him suspiciously. “And don’t just say ‘nothing,’ you Irish bastard, I know you well enough to know that you did not wake me up at half noon solely because today is Easter with no plans for anything else.”
“I didn’t hide a bunch of Easter eggs,” Sean repeats, which not only doesn’t answer your question but also makes you think that he hid something else.
He just smiles innocently at you.
“Sean,” you try again.
“Well, whatever it is I hid, it’s not findin’ itself,” he points out. “Would you be more willin’ to participate if I told you in my Papyrus voice?”
“No thank you,” you say after a moment. “Will you at least tell me what it is I’m looking for?”
Sean’s grin changes from innocent to a cat that got into the cream. He’s actually going to make you look for anything out of place. This is going to be a long Easter.
“Aw, come on, you love me,” he says, seeing the murder in your eyes.
“You are really testing the limits of the truth of that statement,” you inform him, getting to work looking for whatever the hell it is that he hid. “It is in this room, at the very least, right?”
“It’s not in the bedroom,” he allows, sitting down on the couch. “Other than that, every room in the apartment’s fair game.”
“Even the bathroom?” you ask, arching a brow.
“Alright, not there either.”
The bright side, you think as you check the bookcases, is that the apartment is smaller than any of the houses you grew up in (your family moved around a lot), so there aren’t that many hiding places. The downsides, of course, are that a) you have no fucking clue what the fuck you’re looking for, and b) Sean is much more creative when it comes to hiding places than your parents ever were. Also, when you’re hiding something for a (y/age)-year-old to find, you can get a lot more complicated than when you’re hiding something for a three-year-old.
“Alright, you little shit,” you say after a minute. “I’m looking in the fridge.” Sean likes hiding things in the fridge, for some fucking reason. Last week he hid your shoes in the fridge (he hid the shoes because he didn’t want to leave the apartment; you are genuinely unsure why he thought the fridge was the best place).
When you open the fridge, though, right there in a place of honor, is a note: I’m not THAT predictable haha
“I’ve got too much editin’,” you repeat mockingly, over exaggerating Sean’s accent. “I can’t watch you look fer somethin’ fer two hours.” You shut the fridge, pause, then open it again, take the note and a can of cola, then close the fridge. You crumple the note into a ball and lob it at your boyfriend’s head, nailing him right in his green hair.
“I see you got my note,” he says, turning around and grinning at you again. He’s having far too much fun with this.
Your cola’s going to turn into a beer before the end of this.
“Alright, just so I’m clear, I’m looking for something Easter-themed that is not in the bedroom or the bathroom and that’s all you’re telling me?”
“Two things,” Sean corrects. “One of ‘em’s easy, though. Wide open, can’t miss it.”
“Is anything painted to look like Sam?”
Sean’s eyes go wide. “That would have been awesome!” You’re tempted to take that as a no, but knowing him he could just be throwing you off. “But no, nothing is painted to look like Sam.”
You narrow your eyes suspiciously, but you do know that Sean wouldn’t lie to you, even about something as dumb as this. “Okay,” you say finally. “I’m going to check the office.” He stands up to follow you, and you can’t tell if that means you’re on the right track or absolutely wrong.
You open the door to the office and stop. “Sean, please tell me I’m not actually seeing that.” Sitting on the computer chair is a giant chocolate rabbit—and by ‘giant,’ the box boasts three pounds of solid chocolate. You can’t eat that much chocolate , and you are very adamant against letting Sean have any of it. He may not be as crazy in real life as he is in his videos, but more in the sense that it’s not a constant thing. If you think giving Jacksepticeye three pounds of chocolate is a bad idea, then giving Sean McLoughlin three pounds of chocolate isn’t exactly better.
“His eyes are blue like mine,” is all your boyfriend has to say in his defense.
“Sean, I’ve had normal sized chocolate bunnies with blue eyes like yours,” you argue. “That is not a valid reason for a three pound rabbit, what the fuck?”
“It’s all they had left,” he explains. “And he looked so lonely sittin’ on the shelf by himself.”
“It’s a candy rabbit, it doesn’t have feelings!”
“His name is Gerald, and he’s very offended at your attitude.”
Great, now you can’t even eat the damn thing.
You roll your eyes, but decide to just let your boyfriend befriend a three pound chocolate bunny called Gerald. As long as he isn’t eating it, he’s not harming anyone.
(Although if he eats it and then films a Happy Wheels episode for the duration of the sugar high nobody gets hurt at any point and his subs are happy.)
“Is that all that’s in here?” you ask, instead of seriously questioning why the rabbit’s called Gerald of all things.
He doesn’t answer, just shrugs, and yeah. Yeah, you’re gonna kill him before this is over.
You start looking over every inch of the office, careful not to bother any of the gifts on his shelf. You know how much they mean to him, and also that he wouldn’t hide anything anywhere where you’d need to disturb them. You also check around his recording set-up, but considerable less thoroughly. You’re a disaster around anything that has wires, and you don’t want to take down his entire career because of your clumsiness.
“Why are you like this?” you ask him as you go back out into the living room.
“Because I love you,” he answers, wrapping his arms around your waist and kissing your temple. “Come on, you’ve got to find it before I start recordin’.”
“I’ll find it faster if you tell me where it is,” you goad, leaning back into him.
“But where’s the fun in that?” he counters, letting go of you and sitting back down on the couch. You scowl, but start searching the apartment top to bottom anyway. His excitement’s contagious, as much as you wish it wasn’t. At any rate, your curiosity’s through the roof; Sean can be easily excited, but not so far as to be this excited about you searching the apartment for something on Easter morning (afternoon).
“You know, when I agreed to go out with you,” you start conversationally, checking the coat closet that neither of you use for much of anything, “I did not expect to be Easter hunts.”
“Exactly,” Sean says proudly. “Dating me is an adventure. You never know what to expect.”
“Also my sleep schedule gets fucked,” you add. “Like, /seriously/ fucked.”
“Ain’t nothin’ wrong with that!”
You resist the urge to roll your eyes. It’s not a problem most of the time, but whenever you go home, not going to bed until seven am can definitely be a problem.
“You’re really enjoying watching me look for whatever the fuck it is you hid, aren’t you?”
He just grins again.
Almost an hour later, you finally—finally—find the fucking thing. It’s a plastic Easter egg, and it’s in the cabinet under the sink, perched precariously on the pipes. It’s (favorite color), and when you pick it up you can hear something rattling inside.
“I found your stupid fucking egg,” you call, walking back into the living room.
You try to pop the egg open, but it’s got scotch tape wrapped around it, keeping it shut. “Good God, you like to complicate things, don’t you?”
You start picking at the tape; there’s more of it than you’d noticed at first.
“Sean, I swear to God,” you mumble, finally getting enough of the tape that you can just unwrap the whole thing.
Your breath catches in your throat when the egg finally opens, and you see a ring settled into the bottom of one of the halves. “Sean, is this…”
You glance up at him to find him kneeling in front of you, not looking excited or mischievous anymore. Now he looks nervous, and hopeful.
“I love you, (y/n),” he says. “You’re funny, and beautiful, and the kindest soul I’ve ever met. We work so well together, both together here and when we’re apart. I’m happiest when I’m with you, no relationship I’ve ever been in has ever made me this happy before. You’re my best friend and I love you. I want to hold onto this forever. (Y/n), will you marry me?”
You try to blink back the tears that have been gathering since you got the plastic egg open, nodding and choking out a “Yes, Sean, God yes.”
He stands up and takes the ring, slipping it onto your finger as you kiss him, soft and sweet and happy.
literati au where they both go to the same school (either chilton or stars hollow high)
oh goddddd you know my weakness (for the sake of these headcanons, rory and dean stayed broken up after s1)
okay but it’s chilton, for sure. he has still moved to stars hollow, but she meets him at school beforehand and they immediately dislike each other; something about the way she talks to much in class and covets authors that make him want to gouge his eyes out and how he seemingly does absolutely nothing but still makes higher marks than her that drives her ~crazy~ and they do nothing but argue but there’s just something they can’t pinpoint
(but he can’t deny the way her tights fit to her legs and how her pouty bottom lip drives him wild and her eyes – oh her eyes; she’s a leggy blue eyed angel of death)
(and don’t even get her started on the picture he makes; pen placed behind his ear and a paperback stuffed in his back pocket and his sleeves rolled up his forearms and devil may care way he seems to go about everything that makes her want to jostle him but also makes her want to know if those stories that madeline and louise tell her about the goings on in the deserted hallway on the west side of campus really live up to her imagination)
she knows it’s him who pulls the anonymous pranks – stealing all the teachers chalk, pilfering the chilton bell in headmaster charleston’s office (shout out to kris on that one), and placing all the textbooks floor to ceiling in the teachers lounge – because he pulled the same shit in stars hollow; she remembers the chalk outline outside of doose’s and how he smirked until she cracked but at least she got through to him that he shouldn’t treat luke like shit or the video store ‘rory curtain’ debacle where she had a feeling of what he put in the g-rated movie cases
(and when he gets caught and is forced to leave campus, he still smirks eyes dark and intense as they focus on hers while he’s leaving; he winks and she blushes, fighting to stop smiling, and she opens her locker later that afternoon surprised to find the picture placed in the video store is rolled and locked up tight away from the prying eyes of taylor)
they serve detention together one day, him for stealing the bell or her for sneaking in with the god forsaken Puffs, and they’re the only one’s there; sitting several tables apart in the middle of the library. she tries to focus on her homework, and he’s nose deep in a book she’s certain not for any class taken here but she can’t concentrate. he starts humming ‘sheena is a punk rocker’ under his breath, flipping his pen between his fingers and she forgot her walkman at home today and it’s distracting as hell
(it doesn’t help that there’s no supervision; not even the librarian who stays late to put new books away; just them and their books and the clock ticking away)
(he’s no longer reading, she can feel his eyes on her hunched form; she’s shucked off her sweater and pulled up her a skirt a bit, her legs stretched out in front of her and all he sees is the edges of the pleats resting against the middle of her thighs and all he can picture is himself on his knees, head resting under her skirt and fingers digging into her smooth skin)
(could you stop staring at me please, it’s distracting passes from her lips as she throws her pen down, done with taking notes and focusing all her attention on him; her fingers wrap up in the hem of her skirt and once again, it’s him who’s distracted)
(i just can’t understand why on earth you want to bore yourself with writing a paper on poetry; just say it already we’re dying here he says, as he comes closer, resting his book – “a tree grows in brooklyn” – right next to hers as he sits two chairs over, head resting on his closed fist and bottom lip bit as he look at her and her heart beat quickens and he questions his distaste for poetry with come on you have to love at least something as her blue eyes shine up at him and her hair falls over her shoulder, her lips turned up at the corners)
(and when he smirks, his tongue running along his bottom lip, and shakes his head ‘no’ she takes his hand, the warmth spreading through her fast, and pulls him in the direction of the poetry section and places them directly in front of Neruda; she reads a couple lines – her favourite “i want to do with you what spring does to the cherry trees” – before he sticks his finger in the crease of the book, stopping her completely as he tilts her face up with a finger under her chin and his lips are on hers and a moan escapes her throat as his tongue tangles with hers and the words of love and lust and beauty make her taste like nothing he’s ever experienced)
(she ends up with her back pressed against the shelves, one of his hands sliding up her thigh and under her skirt and hers running along his collarbone and she lets out a breathless laugh as his mouth whispers the verses of “i crave, i want, i hunger” along the column of her neck and she just knew he had to know something)
Could I request a Jon Snow one shot? Where him and reader are dating despite her being arranged to marry Rob, and they get caught, Lady Stark is furious and is going to exile Jon, but Ned saves you two. And it gets super fluffy :) Please and thanks :)
You’ve been at Winterfell for three years now.
Betrothed to Robb for 4 months.
And secretly seeing Jon for almost a year.
At first, when your betrothal to Robb had been made, you and Jon had broken things off, saying that the two of you couldn’t do this and that it needed to stop. But, after a month of trying, you two knew you couldn’t keep away from each other. You two were in love and being near each other but not being able to be together was too hard. So, you two snuck around for the past 3 months. Living and loving in secret.
You listened in your room to the silent castle, it was very late at night and everyone was asleep. You put on your nightgown, grabbed a candle, and padded your way down to the kitchen. That is where you and Jon had agreed to meet each other tonight.
You sat alone in the dark kitchen waiting for Jon. The castle was still quiet and you felt that you needed a late night snack. You gazed the food that lined the walls looking for something to eat. A pair of warm hands grabbed your sides and gave you a squeeze. You jumped and squealed a little at the unexpected presence. “Jon,” you sighed and smacked his arm, “not funny.”
“Sorry love,” he said between laughs, “but it was pretty funny.” You put a stern face on and gave him narrowed eyes. “Oh, come here,” he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close.
“I’m tired of doing this, Jon,” you whispered into his chest. “I’m tired of us having to hide. I’m tired of me having to pretend I’m excited and eager about making wedding plans. I’m tired of pretending I’m not in love with you.”
“I know, Y/N. I know. But, there’s really nothing we can do. You are promised to Robb.”
“That she is,” you two turned to the entrance to the kitchen.
“R-Robb,” you stuttered and pushed yourself away from Jon. “What are you doing here?”
“Came to get something to drink; couldn’t sleep. And, to my surprise I find you and my bastard brother,” he said angrily, “getting together. How long has this been going on?”
“Robb,” Jon stepped in front of you a little.
“How long?!” You shuddered at his yelling.
“A year, brother.”
“I should have you exiled for this!”
“Robb, please, you’ll wake everyone,” you said timidly.
“I don’t care if I wake up the King on his throne! This is ridiculous.”
“Robb,” you heard Lady Catelyn’s voice walking towards the kitchen, then she appeared in the doorway, “what’s going on here,” she looked from her son to you and Jon. “Y/N?”
Ned appeared in the kitchen next. “What’s with all the shouting? You’ll wake your sisters.”
“I’ll tell you what’s going on,” Robb spat, “Jon and Y/N have been seeing each other for a year in secret. I caught them together in the kitchen.”
“Y/N,” Lady Stark gasped, “you’re a lady…and you’ve chosen to take up with a bastard?!”
“Cate,” Ned warned but she continued talking.
“We’ve given you two everything you could ever want and this is how you treat us? This is how you treat Robb?”
“Robb, Cate, both of you need to calm down. You are letting your ego get the best of you Robb. I know you feel no love for Y/N. If anything this could be better for you; you can find a girl you really love and marry her. Cate, Jon and Y/N have done nothing wrong, they’ve fallen in love and nothing can stop a person from doing that.” Then he addressed you and Jon. “Y/N, you know Jon is a bastard and therefore has nothing to properly give you if you two should marry. But, if you two wish for that, the family will support you and will give you comfort in Winterfell. Now, to bed with all of you,” he took Catelyn’s arm and lead her out of the kitchen. Robb stood looking at the ground and at the two of you, the followed suit and left.
“Did…did they just give us permission to be together?”
“I think so…” Jon said. After a moment to let that set in you two ran together and hugged each other as if you were finally free. “We can be together now. We don’t have to hide.”
highklassbitches asked: Hey could u please do me an imagine where me and justin are in a relationship and we love each other but we had a huge fight and I try to leave but he won’t let me, thanks xx
“Jay?” I call out, walking inside the house with grocery bags in my hands.
I set the bags down and walk around the house looking for Justin once I get no response back from him. Going upstairs to our shared bedroom, I see him sitting on the bed, his eyes focused on his phone.
“Hey babe,” I wrap my arm around him, slightly scaring him.
“Oh hey,” He says, giving me an attitude and continues to scroll through his phone.
What crawled up his ass?
I scoff silently and walk over into the bathroom, pulling out the brush I start to brush my hair pinning it up into a messy bun. Going back into the room, Justin is still in the same spot and hasn’t even said anything else to me.
“I’m going to start dinner now..” I tell him hoping he’ll at least smile or something.
“Yeah okay,” He says and with that I go downstairs.
Did I do something?
“Maybe he’s just stressed out y/n..” I whisper to myself and begin to make dinner.
Justin and I sit at the dinner table, it’s awkward since neither of us have chosen to say a word. He’s still giving me a booty-butt attitude and I don’t even know why..
His phone is still in his hand and he has been scrolling through twitter ever since I got home earlier.
I drop my fork on my plate, the sound echoing throughout the kitchen. “Did I do something wrong? Because you haven’t really said a word to me since I got back home.”
He swipes the napkin across his lips and scoots out his chair, leaving me in the kitchen alone and speechless.
I scoot out of my chair, deciding to follow him. Once I get up to the bedroom, I find him laying on the bed and watching tv.
“Justin,” I say and walk over to him snatching his phone out of his hands. Making him eye me like I actually did something that broke his heart into a million pieces. “talk to me please. I don’t know if I did something wrong or if you are just stressed and taking it out on me.”
I see his jaw clenched slightly as he bites his bottom lip.
“Why were you with him?” He finally says.
I raise an eyebrow, “Who are you-”
“Don’t play dumb with me, y/n. You know exactly who I am talking about.” He stands up, as tall as he was..it almost frighting from me because of the certain mood he was in.
“Answer the damn question!” He shouts causing me to jump.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Justin.” I whisper, my lip starting to quiver. You can’t cry, y/n. Don’t let him see your sensitive side.
“What the fuck? Why were you with Ben last week..?” He’s hovering over me, causing my breathing hitch.
“Justin you were gone and he asked me to hangout and I was lonely in this big house so I said sure.” I tell him honestly.
“Oh really? I bet you guys fucked behind my back, you probably cheated on me with that bastard too.” He spat.
I let out a light gasp, covering my hand over my mouth. “Justin why would you think that? He’s my best friend and that’s all we’ll ever be to each other.”
“That’s not what he sees you as..” He whispers thinking I didn’t hear him.
“Justin what will it take for you to believe me?” I ask him calmly.
“Explain to me why you were leaving his house late at night.” He snatches his phone from my hands and shows me the picture of me leaving Ben’s house. The picture was from last Wednesday because I remember that day.
“We were having a movie night and he asked if I wanted to spend the night since it was so late. I refused and said I was going to be fine.” I explain to him.
He’s silent, his hazel glazing down at me. His jaw was still clenched but, a lot tighter now.
“I want you to stop seeing him.” He finally says.
“What?” I ask in disbelief. “No, Justin you can’t just demand me to stop seeing him. He’s my best friend and he has always been there for me..so no I am not going to stop seeing him.” I snap.
I let my tears slide down anyway and he ended up seeing me.
“Wait y/n, I didn’t mean for you to cry.” He came towards me.
“Don’t touch me!” I yell, running out of the room.
I hear him right behind me, “Wait y/n, I didn’t mean to. I’m sorry baby girl.”
I turn around to face him, “I hope you know that Ben has a boyfriend, so that’s why he will always see me as his best friend Justin. Nothing more. You know you should be consider a bastard after what you just demanded me to do, I hate you.”
I see his mouth form in an small o-shape. “Babe I didn’t-”
“Exactly because you’re a selfish asshole and you didn’t even think to ask. Did you?” I ask and shakes his head. I grab my jacket and car keys. “Goodbye Justin.”
I feel his hand wrap around my wrist, stopping me from leaving.
“Don’t leave me. I snapped at you because I was afraid of you leaving me for him, I love you y/n and you belong to me. I would kill myself if I ever saw you with someone else that’s not me because I know they wouldn’t treat like I treat you. I love you, please remember that.” His voice cracks.
I walk over to him and wrap my arms around him, crying into his chest.
“Please promise to never ever leave me, my life would be miserable without you, y/n.”
“Never in a million years would I ever leave you Justin…”
Well there it is @highklassbitches !!! I hope you liked it, sorry if it’s not the way you wanted it but, I tried my best. ;) Keep sending in requests though babes and lots of love to you all!! xx
p.s. I had to change it because someone asked if I was romanticizing abuse so I didn’t want to offend anyone or the person that asked me. ;)
This was wrong! You didn’t sleep
twice with one person and most certainly never played girlfriend. This is so wrong, stop it! Get out of this
damn car! STOP IT! Your mind kept screaming but your lips stayed pressed
onto his. Fingers brushing though hair, pulling closer until the space in the
car wasn’t enough anymore, for a split second your brain and body agreed.
“I should get out of here, wanna come
Your lips brushed his one last time
as you opened the door to the apartment block, hoping he would follow and Luke
did. It seemed impossible to keep the hands of each other, in the time both of
you reached the right floor hickeys were littered over your neck, his hair was
more of a mess than usual and his shirt torn open. Crashing into the wall next
to the apartment door distracted you form finding the keys.
“Y-Y/N, we should get inside.”
Again his lips nibbled on you neck
leaving you with a sweet hum in a response. Ignoring the screaming voice again.
What the hell are you doing? Are you
fucking serious? Don’t you dare open that door! It was as if that voice
gave the final push, enjoying its frustration as you dug for the keys and
kissing the hot devil in front of you. Unlocking the door became quite the
hindrance with Lukes hands and lips distracting you all the time. His hands
moving up under your shirt helped in no way, but the screaming voice shut up
for a second. With a click the door opened, stumbling into the apartment
everything felt so rushed, the voice kept screaming and demanding but was
silenced as Luke and you hit the sheets. This were only flash moments in which
you felt free of guilt, it had been like that the first time and it repeated
itself just then. The touches, the kisses, the whispered sweet nothings, skin
on skin. It was rushed, not romantic at all but your heart felt like it started
beating again all of a sudden.
You woke to the sensation of pain in
your face, caused due to you laying on an arm. The second one was wrapped
lightly around your naked torso. Blinking, trying to get everything together
you turned your face slightly to relive the pain. You need to leave. Come on get up! The sun burned into your eyes
making you groan as you sat up. Looking around you realized this was your own
place. It was normal to wake up at strangers’ apartments but not once had you
taken anyone to your place.
Pressing the eyes closed you cursed
and rubbed your head. What the hell were you thinking? And how the hell should
you get out of this?
“C’mon Y/N, 10 more minutes.”, the
blonde mumbled into the pillow, with a sleepy voice. Well he could have his 10
minutes you weren’t. Getting up as silent as possible you grabbed some clothes
and went to get a hot shower and the hell out of here. Leaving a post-it at the
She left him behind again. What was
her deal with always running, even from her own place? At least this time she
left a note: “Make yourself home, just close the door when you leave” Seemed
like she wouldn’t return too soon. So the blonde used the opportunity to look
around, while freshening up and helping himself to coffee. The most obvious
thing was, that in the entire apartment there was not one picture, nothing! No
photographs of family, friends or boyfriends, decorations didn’t seem to be her
thing either. Stuff lay around everywhere, mostly clothes, but this didn’t look
anything like a home, more like a hotel room.
Something was definitely wrong with Y/N and if he was able to ignore it
until now it was obvious now as he stood in her place. At first her mysterious
act was fun but it started giving him a headache on top of that this
relationship was slowly getting messy. Luke had been friends with benefits
before, that had always ended messy. At some point the girl wanted more, but he
didn’t, he never did. This concept here with Y/N was different, she walked out
on him, more than once. What frustrated him about it was the fact that he went along
with that. Whatever the deal was with her physically they fit perfectly and she
was being a friend helping him out with that Jen-girl.
Luke searched the drawers for a pen
as the landline started ringing, eyebrows rising at the thought that somewhere
beneath the mountain of clothes lay a phone. He didn’t intend to answer the
phone, this wasn’t his business, so he kept on searching to find a drawer with
a bunch of stuff in it. Papers, envelopes and markers, seemed like he had the
right drawer, so he kept on digging though it as he found a photo. This second
the answering machine took over.
sweetheart, it’s mum. I know you properly don’t wanna go but you got an
invitation to your High school reunion party. Laura brought it here. Why don’t
you give them your address already? I know you’ve just been here, but I’m sure they
would be happy to actually see you…. Please stop blaming yourself Sweetheart
and come home….” There was a short break and a sight as if Y/N’s
mom knew it was useless “Take care and
call me as soon as you get this.”
He had overheard the entire massage
as he stared at the Picture in his hand. The girl in the photograph was
definitely her but she looked way different. The girl in the picture was a ray
of sunshine, smiling widely as a boy pressed a kiss on her template cupping her
cheek with one hand. It was as if this was another person, and as he scanned
the picture again he recognized his bracelet, it was identical to the necklace
she always wore. Turning the worn paper curiously to see from when this was he
saw the note on the back:
me 14 Years to get you to look at me. But only 1 second to fall for you – Love
So this Tobey-guy wasn’t just another
hook-up or something. Shaking his head Luke dropped the paper back in the
drawer, giving up on the note, he could call her later.
He did in the late afternoon after
not hearing a single piep of her the entire day.
“Hey grumpy, still up for our deal?”,
now he himself wasn’t too sure about this anymore.
sure. When do we meet with this Jen?”
“Does dinner at 8 sound okay?”
you want to go through an entire dinner with that girl?”
“Let’s just say I hope she leaves
there any specifics about your fake girlfriend I need to know about?”
“Nah, just come as you are.”
Well she did put in some effort,
wearing black jeans with high heels and a slightly transparent black
blouse-thingy, her hair in the fake side cut, he met her with. Luke couldn’t
help himself but stare, not because she was breath-taking beautiful, Y/N looked
totally different to him compared to usually.
“Stop staring! You wanted the
fake-girlfriend on date night and you got her. Now play along!”
She punched him on the arm to get him
moving. “Let’s go, darling…”
That dinner was awkward, but Jen bought
the story. Luke realizing, he had feelings for you since you were little after
meeting up after years of being separated… It sounded hilarious to you but Jen
seemed to believe it. You simply had to say some empty phrases. As you went to
the bathroom she followed you giving you a speech of how not to dare hurt him
or she would hurt you.
“Listen up, I’m capable of taking
good care of myself. Don’t give me this shit and leave us be.”
With that you turned around leaving
her behind flustered, for a second you wished you didn’t conceal the bruise on
your face, to show her you weren’t all talk. But she seemed to get the picture,
excused herself and left before the desert, just as Luke had predicted.
The tall guy positioned himself more
comfortable glancing at you “So you won’t be going to your high school
“Your reunion. I overheard the call
by your mom this morning. What’s up with that? Could you not find a proper
“It’s none of your business.”
“Where you bullied during school? Is
that the reason you dropped out?”
“NO! Why would you think that? Do I
look like the kid who got bullied?”
“No but you don’t seem like a ray of
“What? Geez, Luke you know barely
anything about me.”
“Yeah that’s right because you’re
like a closed book. I hardly know anything about you.”
“So what? You don’t need to know my favourite
colour to fuck me.”
“Oh, so now we’re back to only
fucking? I thought we were something like friends!”
“We are friends, sort of”
“We are? Until you decide to ice me
and the rest out like your folks form high school? They don’t even know where
you live. Do you even have real friends, Y/N?”
“What the fuck? You know what, I’m
leaving. I don’t have to take your shit.”, You stood up ready to leave, as Luke
decided to lash out once more. You felt as if you’ve been struck by lightning,
slowly turning back.
“Oh? Where? Into Tobey arms? I feel sorry for that poor guy.”
“Don’t you dare speak his name! YOU KNOW
NOTHING! YOU BASTARD!”
You didn’t care if everyone was
staring at you shouting at the good looking man who stood up approaching you.
“You know nothing, Luke!”
“That’s because you selfishly decide
not to tell me.”
You stood baffled, him walking past
you. You didn’t cry, you wouldn’t! There was no reason to, situations like this
were the reason you didn’t do friends or hooked up twice. Both made you venerable
and your heart felt like it lay open without protection. But deep down you knew
it was your fault, once again you had crashed the car.
“I’ll take you home, Y/N….”
Still incapable to speak a word you
followed him to his car. The ride back was uncomfortable; he didn’t say a word
but didn’t turn on the radio either. When Luke stopped he opened his mouth
“You need to stop pushing people away
and blame them for not knowing you. Do whatever you want after tonight. Leave,
disappear, never come back. But whatever is going on in your head it’s holding
you back. You need to get over it. Because right know you’re just a dead person
walking. You’re not moving in any direction and that won’t change no matter how
much you drink or sleep around ….. You can call me for drinks, sex or to simply
talk. But you need to move forward.”