#deja vu sounds SO good just from the tiny prev

[yeonjune]

DEJA VU SOTY!!!! TOMORROW AOTY!!!!!

[milfgritty]

i’ll be good | j. hughes & t. zegras

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having a crush on one person was confusing enough. now throw in one of their teammates and you weren’t sure where that left you anymore.

⇢ posted: 04.12.19 . | . masterlist   prev. | next.

Walking into the small party, a thrill rushed through you. This was one of your favorite things; the celebration after a big win. All of the guys were happy, smiles adorning their faces, everyone in a good mood.

Eyes sweeping over the room, it took only a few seconds before they landed on the other reason you loved these parties so much.

Jack stood in the middle of the group with a cup gripped loosely in his hands, laughing with his teammates. Your heart gave a flutter and you couldn’t stop the tiny smile that crept onto your lips. It amazed you that the crush you had on him was still going strong even after so long. It started soon after you were introduced to the group, the guys quickly accepting you in as one of their own. Minus the whole male hockey player part, of course. At first, they were all just friends to you. Some friends that just happened to be more attractive than others. And then your eyes began being drawn to Jack every time you were around each other.

It started small, innocent, and the next thing you knew you were head over heels for the talented teen.

Obviously, nothing ever came of your feelings, in part due to Jack being oblivious to you. The two of you were friends to him, nothing more.

Always nothing more.

That didn’t stop you from being attracted like a moth to a flame, though you did at least hide it for the most part. A small part of you kept up hope that maybe he did return your feelings, one that was bigger than you cared to admit.

You found yourself brought back to the present when a hand dropped onto your shoulder in greeting. Gaze traveling upward, you met the owner’s eyes.

“Hey, Trev,” you grinned, having to raise your voice to be heard.

Drawing his hand back to run it through his hand, he returned your warm smile, “Just get here?”

Humming, you nodded. Trevor shuffled closer to you, trying to avoid having to yell.

“Do you want a drink?” he offered, raising his eyebrows.

Looking back to the group that was beginning to disperse on the other side of the room, you shook your head. “I think I’m good for right now. I’m actually gonna go say hi to the rest of the guys.”

His expression dropped for a second before he perked back up. “Oh, cool. You should go do that.”

By the time he had finished talking you were already moving away, his words drowning out behind you. Guilt weighed on you for leaving so swiftly, but you wanted to catch Jack before he got pulled into another conversation. Dancing around people, you muttered apologies here and there when you felt yourself collide with a body.

Jack had already disappeared into the kitchen once you reached your destination. Huffing out a breath, you started to second guess your decision of wanting to talk to him alone. What were you even going to say anyway? Wow Jack, great game. That goal you scored near the end of the third was really something.

Yea, because that wasn’t awkward at all.

Mentally cursing yourself, you hadn’t noticed that you were wandering near the kitchen until the music began fading and you could hear voices. Furrowing your brows, you made your way closer to the room when the conversation became clearer.

“Did you see that one chick near the benches?” one of them laughed loudly. “Damn, she was so hot.”

A chorus of agreements rung out as you paused in your steps. You were just about to turn around and leave when an achingly familiar voice started talking.

“She slipped me her number after the game,” Jack told them, smugness dripping from his voice.

“Oh, come on,” someone groaned at the same time another yelled, “That’s so not fair, man!”

Another round of laughter set in, along with the dull sound of one of them hitting another.

When the noise finally died back down, the voice that you now recognized as Cole spoke up. “So,” he drew out, getting another few laughs before continuing, “You gonna text her?”

You waited with bated breath for Jack’s answer, leaning closer to the cracked door separating them from you.

Long seconds passed, Jack seemingly leaving them in suspense. Damn it, you wish you could see what was happening. Just as you were about to give up and leave, he answered.

“Maybe,” he said, words muffled and yet still managing to come off as sly.

The rest of the guys hooted and whistled, someone shouting out, “Get it, Hughes!”

Tears filled your eyes against your will and you turned to flee. You barely registered Jack yelling, “You almost made me spill my damn drink!”, his voice already fading out. Instead, the loud music from earlier once more surrounded you. Pushing through bodies gave you a sense of deja-vu, only this time you were frantic in your attempt to escape from the scene behind you.

You knew you were overreacting, being dramatic without actual cause. It wasn’t like the two of you were dating, you had no control over Jack. He could go after whoever he wanted.

But god, did it hurt that it wasn’t you.

Reaching the front door, you hurried outside. The chill immediately crashed into you, leaving you immensely grateful that you hadn’t taken off your jacket when you got there. You fought down the pain in your heart and chest, letting the cold numb you inside and out as you walked down the porch’s steps.

Sucking in a labored breath, you came to a decision. It was time to move on from him. You had known that for a while, but it was always the what if’s that stopped you from committing to it.

Now, with your mind flashing back to the kitchen, you knew that there weren’t anymore what if’s left. If Jack liked you then he would’ve done something by now, asked you out or made a move or something.

You had to move on. You were going to move on.

Partway to your car, you were brought out of your thoughts for the second time that night.

“Y/N!” a voice huffed behind you. Spinning, you were brought face to face with a shivering Trevor. His face was already flush from the chill and his hair was fluffy, sticking up in all directions.

“Trev?”

You couldn’t stop the confused frown from pulling at your features, unsure of what he was chasing you down for. He signaled for you to wait a second, causing a giggle to fall from your lips without your meaning to.

“What are you doing, Trev?” you smiled lightly, trying to ignore the heartache that was still attempting to surface. It helped that Trevor looked adorable as he remained bent over gasping for breath. “Come on, aren’t you supposed to be an athlete?” you couldn’t help but tease him.

His lips tugged up into a sarcastic grin in response, a half-muttered ‘ha ha’ barely audible before he straightened up. As soon as he did it was like all lightheartedness left him, leaving him fidgeting slightly and avoiding eye contact.

“You just got here, you’re leaving already?”

Lips parting in surprise, you were taken aback. You should’ve been expecting that to be what he wanted, but it just seemed like there was something more to it. Clearing your throat, you shifted your weight and looked away. “Yea, I’m just not feeling too good,” you assured him, throwing in a weak smile for extra measure.

“Oh,” he mumbled, bobbing his head. He opened his mouth as though going to talk before shutting it, instead pulling his bottom lip into his mouth. Silence lapsed between the two of you, the only sound being the distant music coming from the house.

It lasted a minute longer before you broke it, just wanting to go home and get changed. “Seriously, Trev. What is it?” You kept your voice soft, not having any energy left. You were just completely and utterly mentally drained.

Panic flitted across his face for a moment. He coughed a bit before taking a deep breath.

“Okay, look,” he started, a hand moving up before stopped it, “I was gonna do this later, but since you’re leaving and all I’ll just get it over with now.”

“That sounds promising,” you cut in, unable to help the dry remark.

Trevor scoffed under his breath, rolling his eyes. The two of you shared a smile which seemed to fuel him on as he continued.

“I’ve been meaning to do this for a while, but I just haven’t been able to work up the nerve I guess.” He stopped again, features scrunched up as he hurried on. “Look, what I’m trying to say is that I’ve liked you for a long time and I wanted to know if you maybe wanted to go out with me sometime?”

Oh.

Oh.

Trevor was asking you out. On a date. Right now. When you said you wanted to move on, you didn’t think like this.

Mouth gaping, your mind reeled. You couldn’t say yes, could you? You were just pining over Jack less than ten minutes ago and now?

Except watching Trevor fidget nervously, anxiously watching you for a response, made you pause. Maybe this was what you needed to help you get over Jack. Really, if Jack was never in the picture in the first place you could actually see yourself liking Trevor. The two of you fit well together, felt comfortable with each other, and most importantly he actually liked you. You couldn’t let him down like that.

Before you fully realized what you were doing, you were already whispering, “Yea. I’d like that.”

It took a second for him to realize what you had said, but when he did you knew you had done the right thing. The beaming smile that spread across his face matched the relief shining in his eyes.

“Yea?” he asked, unbelieving. Letting out a small laugh, you nodded in response. “Great,” he breathed out, “That’s great. I’ll text you?”

Nodding once more, you began backing up. “I’ll be waiting for it.”

And for the first time since you could remember, you thought that maybe it wasn’t Jack after all.

[artisticvicu]

Crystal Heart

[2017 beginning]

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The rain wasn't helping anything. Every drop was like tiny needles pelting against his skin and all he could do was lay there in torture unable to move out of pain. An odd sense of deja vu washed over him as he stared up at the dark clouds. He wasn't sure if it was from the battle or some memory he clearly could not recall. That dream - or had it been a memory? - had been without visual cues to tell him much about what had been going on but the conversation, the way things had sounded, had been more than enough to inform him that he either had some other dude named Diggory's memories buried in him somewhere or he was not who he believed he was. Or both, seeing as he was now lacking his crystal, whatever it had been. The fight with the Other was hazy. He couldn't quite remember much of it or what transpired after the crash clearly but he was able to discern that he had been rather unfeeling through it all in more ways than one. Whatever had caused that had ended as soon as his crystal had started to shatter and even now he knew that whatever had been affecting him was not as more rain pelted against him feeling like knives against his skin and the emotional drain he was feeling from everything that had transpired up till that point. His thoughts wandered to his friends, his companion, if those that had the crystals had survived their removal. While his hadn't been removed, he certainly had his shatter on him. That alone left the question of what had become of him. From what he could see, he hadn't moved from where he had been embedded in the ship's side but that didn't actually mean anything. He couldn't actually see the ship nor any of the metal to actually confirm that but the trees at the bottom of his sight and the horizon he could see at the bottom edge of his vision seemed familiar enough to dictate he hadn't moved. The sound of crunching gravel grew from his right and he slowed his breathing in an attempt to hear over the rain. It sounded possibly like boots but that was the extent of what he could discern against the rolling rain. Then, suddenly, a fabric draped arm was above him, blocking the rain pelting him in the face. The sound of the rain shifted and he was swallowed by the sound of the droplets hitting the water resistant fabric as a very unfamiliar face looked down on him. "Whatchya doing layin' in the middle of a rain storm?" the stranger asked, their voice reminding him strongly of Advena, it was alarming. The stranger's bright brown eyes roved over him, quickly answering their question for themself. "Jeez, buddy. Did a bear get at ya? You look a wreck." He tried to speak, tried to ask something, but the words caught in his throat and he started coughing. Excruciating pain flared from his chest and echoed quite profusely all over his body. The figure above him flailed, frantically trying to get him to still while also trying to keep the rain off of him. "Hey! Easy, buddy!" the figure exclaimed, a cold hand pressing against his soaked chest. "Try'n lie back without hacking up a lung, would ya?" He did it as best he could but now that he was half curled upright, the thought of putting pressure on his back again seemed like a really bad idea. The figure was much stronger than he had anticipated and they forced him back down, earning a hiss from him as his back came into contact with something that was not the smooth-ish surface of dented metal. He cracked an eye as he was pushed back and found that wherever he was at, there was no ship, no crash, and the thing he was lying on was some sort of rocky space. He couldn't figure enough of it out with the blurry glance to understand any of it. There was a shout from his right and the figure turned, looking towards it. "I'm alright!" the figure shouted, the angle at which they were shouting causing their arm to move a bit and let some of the rain past. "I found someone! 'e's in real bad shape!" Again he couldn't make out what this supposed other person was saying but the figure above him seemed to be able to hear it just fine for they responded with, "Yeah! Thanks!" The figure looked back at him, brown eyes gleaming with some strange joy he didn't understand. "Just hang tight, buddy. My friend is comin'ta help carry ya back to our place. I would do it on my own but I don't think I could make it the entire way without having to stop a few times." This friend, it turned out, was some sort of animal. The thing was massive with hoofed feet larger than his fist and a body that certainly was several good times larger than he was. The creature's head lowered and the black nose pressed against his neck, the breath warm but the nose itself cold. The black eye he could make out on this side of the creature's head was a bit daunting but what drew his attention were the things growing from its head. Two great branches of very sharp spines curled up from the creature's head, shaped in such a way that it reminded him of hands curling together as if to cradle something. It did so in such a way that if the creature lowered its head and charged, anything in its way would be skewered. He was immensely grateful the creature seemed to be very aware of the danger its head piece seemed to be for it moved its head above him careful to not catch him or the figure that was keeping him covered from the rain.

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