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[harianaswhore]

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[mattybstqrn]

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐧 - 𝐀.𝐖

𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝚔𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚋𝚒𝚝, 𝙿𝚃𝚂𝙳, 𝚝𝚘𝚡𝚒𝚌 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜?

Female Reader x Alex Walter

Y/n sat on the Walter family's couch; she was genuinely scared of the boys in front of her as they argued. Usually, she was used to the Walter and Garcia brothers fighting and she wasn't as scared, but she was terrified of how the boys were fighting, they weren't fighting with their fists, and it wasn't anything serious, but they were taking it pretty seriously and she didn't like it one bit.

Y/n wasn't usually this scared when the boys fought, but she was also very sensitive and did not like when people yelled at her or around, it reminded her of her parents, and it brought back terrible memories, that no one wanted to ever think of.

So, when the boys started fighting over their stupid video games, she ran out the front door in tears from how scared she was of all the yelling, she ran straight to the loft and didn't stop till she reached the very top and hid in the corner, where she cried.

She didn't want to seem dramatic, but she knew she was being dramatic, and she hated it, she knew that the boys knew that she hated when things like that happened, and they promised that they wouldn't yell around her, but they did, and she was scared out of her mind.

Alex stood in the living room, kind of shocked at his siblings and cousins, they were all yelling at each other, some yelling to stop and some yelling back. He knew they (Isaac) was mad at them (Cole, and the game) but he didn't think he was that mad to be yelling like some maniac, and even though, Danny, Nathan, and Lee, were yelling at the boy to calm down he wasn't listening and continued to yell which caused Y/n to run out.

Alex looked at his girlfriend as she ran out with tears, he didn't know what to do to help her, but he knew that before he left, he had to put his brothers and cousin in check so that it wouldn't happen again.

"Hey!"

Ignored.

"Hello!?! Everyone shut up!" Alex yelled getting everyone's attention, he usually wasn't one to yell but he had to get their attention, "You guys are going insane all over some stupid video game, you guys didn't even realize that Y/n ran out crying because of how scared she was!" Alex exclaimed pointing out the fact that his girlfriend was now gone, leaving everyone feeling bad, Isaac especially since they are best friends.

"Or do you not remember what her parents did to her? All the yelling and screaming? you guys probably sound just like them right now and she's probably scared out of her mind," he continued.

"I'm sorry but Cole-"

"I don't care about Cole or the game, I think you should give her some time and then go apologize and, in the meantime, I'm gonna go calm her down and I'll let you know when she's ready," Alex instructed before walking to the front door and then running out to look for his girlfriend.

He knew exactly where she was, she was up in the loft, she went there when she was feeling sad, lonely, depressed, or scared, especially when she was scared, it was like her safe space, and even though it wasn't necessarily hers, but she always felt safe there.

So, when Alex climbed up the ladder, he knew she'd be right there in her little corner where she sat leaning her head against the wall for some type of comfort as she hugged her knees for some extra comfort. He was right though, she sat there hugging her knees as she cried into them.

Y/n sat in the corner crying until she heard a noise, and she immediately knew that it was her boyfriend once he came into her view she sniffled, stood up, and ran over to him. Wrapping her arms around his neck and his going around her waist as she cried into the crook of his neck.

"What's wrong?" he asked, she immediately started sobbing again and explained that all of the yelling made her think of her parents and she hated it and she just cried, "Shh, it's okay, I'm here, I got you," he soothed her as she cried bringing the two over to a bean bag where they sat, her on his lap cuddling into him as he sat down rubbing circles on her back as she cried. He kissed her forehead as she cried trying to calm her down in a way.

He let her cry for a few minutes, he just wanted to be there for her as she cried, so he rubbed her back, soothed her, and comforted her as she cried and then after a few minutes they did some breathing techniques which usually helped her, this time it was a little harder for her to stop crying but they got there and she stopped.

"Are you okay?" he asked as she let out a deep breathe, "I think so," she replied looking up at the boy, his eyes looked beautiful, and she couldn't help but stare, "How about we read some Game of Thrones?" he suggested picking up the book that sat on the table beside them, snapping the girl out of her thoughts, he knew that the book usually calmed the girl down and put her to sleep after she cried.

"I think that would help," she nodded, "I think so too," he softly chuckled opening the book and starting where they left off. She kissed him on the lips, and he gladly returned the kiss after a few seconds they broke away and he started to read.

Y/n didn't pay attention to the book, but just listened to the sound of his voice, and she already felt calm, and the book started to put her to sleep and before you know it, she was knocked out on his lap with her head resting on his shoulder.

He wasn't complaining, as long as she didn't drool, he didn't care, just as long as she was okay and there was no drool everything was perfect.

Later that day Y/n woke up still in the loft lying on Alex's lap as he also slept, it wasn't the most comfortable sleeping position for either of them, but deep down they didn't care.

She moved off the boy's lap careful not to wake him, but he did, the two talked for a little and then went back to the house to see everyone getting ready for dinner. Y/n figured it was time to go home, even though she didn't want to, she didn't want to get in trouble.

She said bye to everyone and gave Alex one last kiss before making her way outside to her car, but Isaac caught up to her before she could leave, "I just wanted to say that I'm sorry, Y/n, I didn't mean to yell, I just got mad at Cole and the game, and everyone was yelling at me, and it made me mad and... I'm sorry, Y/n,"

"It's okay, Isaac, I get it, I was just being a baby, it's okay, I shouldn't have a made a big deal out of it,"

"Why are you apologizing? I'm the one that should be apologizing," he asked confused, he never understood why she apologized for things she didn't do, no one did but she did it because she always thought everything was her fault and even if it wasn't she had just gotten so used to apologizing, she just couldn't stop, "It doesn't matter, I forgive you, Isaac, but I should get going, I'll see you tomorrow," she said before making her way to her car and back to her house.

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[obsessedgirl63]

things you do that makes people think you're dating —headcanons

alex walter x reader

• you're best friends and you're really close

• sharing drinks, you are really use to share drinks. you can be drinking your coffee and alex will take your cup to steal a sip

• you two sharing clothes, hoodies, shirts, hats, shorts, etc. sometimes you forget whose the owner

• you're clingy with each other, always holding hands, resting hands on the others knee, resting his arm over your shoulder, etc. And in a crowd he likes to hook a finger into your belt loop, making sure he doesn't lose you

• the way you see the other, how you're eyes light up when you find each other in a crowded room

• how you desperately reach for each other after being separated for so long. If you didn't see the other during the day you facetime each other (once nathan had to threw alex a pillow bc he didn't let him sleep)

• always being the others plus one on any event or party

• you always wishing him good luck before every competition with a kiss on his cheek and he hugging you tightly and kissing your forehead after his performance

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[strawberryforks]

blue walls, blue eyes, and the blue blanket // cole walter x reader

summary: you don’t have a good home life and end up unofficially moving in with the walter boys.

warnings: physical & verbal abuse, underage drinking, counsellors depicted in a negative light, swearing, canon divergence–jackie’s family never passes away, so while katherine and her mother are still good friends, they’ve not met/moved in with the walters.

word count: 5957

there’s a ding, and the principal is speaking over the pa. everyone stops what they’re doing so nothing is missed. after all, this doesn’t happen often.

the teacher freezes, dry erase marker still pressed firmly against the board, the end squishing and ink bleeding atop the letter he was writing and danny, who’s sitting beside you, gives you a look. you know its meaning, recognize the weight behind it, and know this routine. you stand up quickly. the backs of your knees slam into the hard plastic you had been sitting on and the chair goes skittering back, bumping into the pair of desks behind you.

you’re too tired to send that apologetic smile to anyone else. fortunately danny isn’t. making sure you aren’t alone, aren’t the only one being disruptive and making noise in an otherwise silent classroom, he braces a hand on the back of his chair, twisting around, to face your wide-eyed classmates. “sorry about that,” he whispers.

your movements are all harsh. they’re fast and full of annoyance, as you swipe your textbook, pencil kit, and water bottle off your desk and into your awaiting tote bag.

standing up, you make your way to the door. the teacher stares daggers at you the entire way. They go to grab your arm and you flinch away. “don’t touch me,” you grit, hands gripping around the doorknob so tightly it hurts. air is hitting your face, propelled towards you by the door you shoved open, when you hear your dismissal “please send y/n l/n to guidance,” spoken over the announcements. your teacher follows you out into the hallway, shouting instructions that you reluctantly follow, after you.

you count the tiles on your way. nearly running into the blue door, you end at fifty six.

ms jacobs, tara, as she’ll insist you call her, is a nice enough lady. she has curly brown hair, brown eyes, and perfectly painted on lipstick. she looks disarming, as a counsellor with the numbers of everyone that could ruin your life on speed dial, you suppose she has to. still, this isn’t new. she leads you further into the room and gestures to a chair “take a seat.”

when you don't, her smile becomes more strained. “please, y/n. this doesn’t need to be difficult, we just need to have a chat.”

you sigh, shoulders sagging as you plop down into the hundredth blue thing in this office. doors, trim, there’s a ridiculous amount of the colour and you don’t like it. blue, represents sadness. it’s something you’ve had enough of. sure, there’s other colours. posters upon posters–some neon, and green leaves stuck onto a large potted plant. there’s other colours just like there’s other feelings, but the one you’re stuck on, the one you can’t get over is sadness; it's blue.

“i hate the colour blue, Ms. Jacobs.” You tell her.

“why?” she asks, interested in you opening up further. you don’t.

“are you going to give me the run-down? tell me what i can and can’t say?”

her brows furrow. “do i need to? i called you here to talk about your grades but if there’s something else going on–”

“there isn’t ms jacobs. i do appreciate the concern, though. about my grades. they’re passing, i don’t see the problem.” you didn’t have a single grade above fifty five. it was hard to, when all of your teachers assigned heaps and heaps of homework and you would rather take a deep-dive into hellfire, brimstone, and lakes of lava, then return to the place you were expected to complete it at.

“call me tara.” you don’t.

“ms jacobs, if it would make you happy, i’ll try harder.”

“it would, y/n. thank you.”

you gather your things and stand. a glance at your phone lets you know your second class is over, so you plan to head to the cafeteria. “and y/n, just know that whatever you say to me is confidential.” Unless you are or are planning to hurt yourself, someone else, or if someone is hurting you.

“bye ms jacobs.”

walking into the cafeteria was masochistic in a way, when they were serving your favourite food, and you had no lunch or money to buy any with. still, in your hurried text chain with danny, this is where you had decided to meet. If you had to sit with the theatre kids to score some time with your friend, you would, although it would be better if you could grab him and go somewhere that didn’t make your mouth water and stomach ache.

walking over to his table, you noticed alex was there too. Just chatting with his brother. You and alex weren’t the best friends, but he was nice enough, and like issac, lee, nathan, and cole, you had his number written down in your notepad under the ‘just in case’ column. you didn’t mind alex, he was polite and much like his brother, danny, never made you feel less than. alex was always armed with a smile.

“danny!” you called, announcing your presence so you wouldn’t scare anyone. you smiled at Alex who as expected, mirrored your expression. “nice to see you. mind if I cut in and steal your brother?”

alex nods, “be my guest. i’ll see you at the end of the day danny!”

he leaves and then you’re pulling danny up and along with you. he barely has time to grab his lunchbox before the two of you are leaving the cafeteria and heading outside. you slump down against the brick wall and danny takes a seat across from you. cross-legged, he pulls out two sandwiches and hands one to you. you eyes widen.

“i’m pretty observant,” he supplies, shrugging.

“thank you, d” you eat the sandwich, and it’s a good one. “do you have plans after school?” ‘please don’t be busy, please don’t be busy, please don’t be busy’ you repeat in your head over and over again. it’s a mantra, you’re manifesting. hoping, hoping, hoping.

“y/n/n, i’m sorry, i actually do. erin tried out for the school’s production and she wants help going over her lines–i would invite you to tag along but…”

“no, no!” yoy laugh. manifesting doesn’t work, mantras are pointless, and shit, what are you supposed to do about tonight? “no, danny. don’t worry about it. i know you like erin and this is the perfect opportunity! if she’s asking for help with lines–i mean you’re awesome–but let’s be real, you can go over lines with anyone. so, if she’s asking you specifically for help, that's such a good–a really good sign!”

you two talk for a while longer but it’s easy to see your mind is elsewhere.

the bell rings, you head to your last classes, and then home.

you’ve got to go home.

well, to your house. that place, those four walls, they stopped being your home a long time ago. when your dad got drunk and your mom got mean.

cole walter pulls up beside you on your way home. his truck slows down, nearly to a stop, and you keep walking. your headphones are on and you’re pretending you can’t hear him. you can, but, you hope he’ll tire of shouting, slam his food on the gas pedal, and leave you in a cloud of dust. “y/n, hey! l/n, you need a ride or what?”

the truck stops, pulls off the side of the road and then you’re hearing a door slam and cringing, face crinkling as you realise you should’ve just said no. shouted it, even.

cole walter jogs up to you. he knows your house is quite far away. too far away to be walking. he calls to you again but you’re still walking forward. he places his hand on your shoulder. you know he’s there. you know he’s beside him and still you fucking flinch. the second time today and you're feeling pathetic. you shouldn’t be–really shouldn’t be. it’s not your fault that people can’t seem to respect the concept of personal space, not your fault that your trust has been violated, shredded and spat out, so many times that touch makes you jump. makes you want to jump, or crawl, your way out of your own skin. you flip your headphones down, letting them fall around your neck, but turning your music up a few clicks so you can still hear it. music is your vice, but no one’s complaining because it’s better than alcohol or drugs or, i don't know, being an asshole–you do that too. unintentionally sometimes. like now.

“what?” you snap. on the defensive.

cole isn’t surprised by your flinching. You were dead to the world, listening to music so loud he could hear it from where he stood paces away from you. if he were you–if it was your hand that had sat down onto his shoulder and surprised him he probably would have shouted. he caught you off guard, he was sorry. both of his hands stuck up in the air. “that’s my bad. sorry for scaring you.”

“sorry for–” you guess he did scare you. in a way. “it’s fine. what are you doing here?” you take your time looking at cole. his sharp jaw, full lips, his blue eyes. usually you hate that colour, but on him? it’s not so bad.

“offering you a ride. youe place is pretty far from here, yeah?”

“it is but i like walking.”

“walking is fine and all, but it’s getting colder and it gets dark around five now. by the time you make it home it’ll be past that. my truck has heat, comfy seats, and i’ll even let you have aux.”

you’re not a stranger to the effect cole walter has on everyone. not at all. when he smiles at you, you feel your cheeks warm. you’re an idiot for not taking him up on that offer. your feet already ache and your legs burn.

some things hurt more, though.

actions, all of them, have consequences.

“i’m fine, cole. but thank you. you’re sweet.”

he shakes his head. you aren’t walking anymore, instead, stopped on the side of the road just waiting. this conversation, it’s going places. places you don’t like. “i can’t let you walk home alone. not in good conscience.”

he’s jogging back to his truck and pulling up beside you. he’s leaning over the centre console and pushing the door open. leaning over further, and helping you up, not starting to drive again until your seatbelt is buckled. if only that was the least of your worries. if. only.

“so what do you want to play?”

you plug in your phone and queue up your playlist. a sad song blasts and you hit skip very quickly, not missing the questioning look cole sends you. you laugh, “don’t tell me you’ve never listened to sad music while you’re reading.”

“i don’t read much, and most of the music i listen to is because of the lyrics. those ones were… dark.”

choosing to disregard most of his statement, you echoed his words back to him. “you don’t read much?”

“alex reads a lot. you two would get along.”

“shared interests aren’t everything. we don’t have much in common but i enjoy your company and danny and i click and we both hate each other's favourite tv show with a passion.”

“what show is that?” you tell him and he grins. “that’s my favourite too–seriously. we should get together and watch it sometime.”

“i’d love that!” so, shared interests aren’t everything, but they’re certainly something. you smile for a couple more kilometres and then it gets harder. when you see the sign with your civic on it, you know that the ride, no matter how awesome it was, and how much fun you had, wasn’t worth it.

you hop out of the truck–cole offered to walk you to the door but you denied, knowing you were already in for it. “thank you, though.”

He nodded. “i can give you a ride tomorrow, too. anytime you need one, really. just ask–or get danny to. I really don’t mind.” you smile. thank him again and climb out of the truck. you walk confidently until he pulls out of the long driveway and onto the road. then you sigh, and it’s because of cole’s conscience that you get home before it’s dark enough for you to slip in unnoticed.

you pause on the porch. you don’t want to go in, but you don’t have a choice. not really. what are your other options? run off into the woods and let yourself be some colorado woodland creature’s lunch? knowing what’s coming, it doesn’t sound too bad. you open the door and nearly sob when the wind slams it shut behind you.

your heart beats hard in your chest like your father’s boots do on the floor. “where the hell have you been! days, gone for days. you couldn’t call, couldn’t fucking text,” with each word, most of them slurred, he storms closer. it’s not even suppertime and his eyes are glassed over with that familiar film, his breath a pungent reminder, as obvious as the one in his hand, of what he’s been drinking all day. your mother is behind him in the hallway, puffing on a cigarette, uninterested. “there’s no respect! ya here the brat? thinking they run the place. comin’ and goin without a care.”

“i don’t–i know i don’t run the place.”

“damn right you don’t!” the half empty–you’ve never been a glass-half-full type of person, not growing up in this–bottle of beer come flying at the wall. it hits just above your head, the liquid and brown pieces of glass falling all over you.

“look what you made me do now! gone and spilled m’drink.”

you had taken your converse off at the door. always being yelled at for trekking in mud and dirtying the floor, the hurried steps you take backwards, hurt. your dad is wearing work boots, steel toe, but the only thing between you and the broken glass is a thin pair of socks. your skin splits. the light blue fabric on your feet turns dark red.

you whimper and each step hurts more than the last. then you bump into the wall. “dad, please.”

“calling me tha’ like you think it’ll make me forgive you. fuck,” he throws a glance over his shoulder. “how’d we make something so… so pathetic?”

your mom shrugs, like she hasn’t a clue, either.

“dad, please. i’m sorry, okay? i’ll call next time.”

“there won’t be a fucking next time! get your shit and get out. all we do for you, all we do and you’re still impossible. keep you fed, clothed, give you a place to sleep and just get attitude, attitude, and disrespect. i’m done being disrespected. done!”

“you can’t just kick me out! i have nowhere to go.” you yell. you yelled. you yelled. oh god. oh hell. oh shit. you see his leg rear back and you go to jump out of the way. you’ve already been kicked out–you just need to get out, and quickly. you jump over his leg but then his fist is wrapped in your hair and you’re falling. then the boot you dodged is slamming into you side. again, again, again. tears are streaming down your face. you’re sobbing.

then he’s picking you up by your shirt. lifting you, dragging you. he opens the door, grabs your bag, your shoes, and throws them outside. then, then he throws you. you land on the porch, body aching and pressing into the hardwood.

the door slams and you’re still sobbing. you’re pretty sure that your new mantra is ‘fuck’. it’s what you repeat over and over again as you drag yourself up and away from the front door. You need to get away, you need to get away. You really need to. creating distance between you and that door, you and those people, is priority.

“fuck, fuck, fuck.”

running isn’t really in the cards for you. you limp away and don’t miss your mother peering out the kitchen window. you guess that from her perspective you do look pathetic. but no more pathetic than your dad, the grown man who had to hurt you to feel powerful and get his point across. your pace is terrible but the darker it gets, the further you get. you’re in the woods now, with no idea where exactly you are and not much supplies. maybe you will end up as woodland creature dinner. there’s not much you can do to help it now. you think about calling someone and then you realise your phone isn’t in your bag. you start to shake. choked laughter bubbles it’s way out of your throat. you’re laughing and then the hysterics shift and you’re sobbing. arms wrapped tightly around yourself you cry for what must be hours.

later, slumped against a tree trunk you decide to tackle your feet. one problem at a time, one shard at a time. you pluck pieces out of your skin and the blood makes you feel nauseous. when the job is done, you slide your socks back on, and walk towards the sound that comforts you most. Rushing water. you find a river, and kneel at its edge. you wash your socks, yourself, and dry on a stone in the sun. you scrub the dirt and grime from your feet. when your socks are mostly dry and the cuts have stopped gushing blood, you put on your shoes and lace them up. then you follow the river. you’ll reach town soon enough. your face isn’t marred, just the rest of you, all hidden beneath layers of clothes–a long sleeve, a flannel, blue jeans.

ideally, you’ll find danny.

you don’t live in an ideal world. the boy you find is not danny but he wants something you can give and has something you need–a place to sleep. you do so without clothes, lying next to him. What you did was in the dark, would stay that way, because before he woke, before you were made to converse with the nameless boy, you dressed and snuck out. the walk of shame was just that, shameful. you felt horrendous. your body still hurt and you found yourself walking into a cafe you knew haley, will’s wife worked at.

asking for handouts made your stomach sour but you couldn’t do much else.

haley was scrubbing down a table when you approached her. “hey, haley.”

“y/n, hey, how’s it going?” then she turned to you and realised, not good. that it was not going good. you shot her a flattened smile. “i really hate to ask. like, i really really do, but i haven’t eaten in a bit and was wondering–”

“yeah, yes. of course. just have a seat, i’ll grab you… do you have any dietary restrictions?” you answer her, and when she comes back, handing you a wrapped meal you thank her profusely. “is there anything you need done around here? i appreciate this so much, but i don’t want to take advantage. i can clean–i’m not a great cook but I can make coffee.”

“you don’t need to do anything. you aren’t taking advantage. not at all. is there anything else i can do for you? anyone i can call? your parents?”

fear fills your eyes and perceptive as ever, she catches it. “not them, please.” is what you whisper. haley nods, disappears behind the counter and makes a phone call. then, she dotes on you for the next ten minutes until wil pulls up outside. he comes in, walks over to your table and sits down across from you.

you’re pretty sure you’ve been caught. the ruse, it’s very much up.

“what’s going on, y/n?”

you shrug and sip at the hot chocolate haley made for you. “well, come on. you don’t have to say anything right now but let’s get you home.” you stand, ready to go anywhere but, and will stops you. “my parent’s home, danny’s. katherine knows you’re coming. come on, kid.”

you follow him to the car. most of the drive is silent, but you thank him when the walter’s house homes into view and katherine is waiting outside on the porch with a smile. up the few stairs, and you head straight for her. you’re grateful for her gentle nature, because as you throw your arms around her and squeeze, she simply rests hers on your back, rubbing soothing circles. “they–they kicked me out.”

she takes a minute to respond, only because she finds this hard to process. you were a good kid, a great one, and she, having so many of her own, couldn’t think of a single thing that would make her abandon or discard one of her own children. “you’ll stay with us then.” it isn’t a question and you’re glad because how would you have answered? your mouth is dry but your eyes aren’t.

you sit in danny’s room. he isn’t home from school yet but he will be soon. katherine and george are upstairs making room for you. you feel like a burden, they assure you that you are not.

you’re waiting for danny, only he isn't who makes it home first. it’s cole. he walks in, tosses his bag down onto the bed, none the wiser that there’s another person in the room. his back faces you and he’s rifling through a drawer when he hears you hiccup. he turns around quickly. Sees you, crying in his brother's bed and immediately his brows are furrowed. “y/n?” he walks closer. the bed is near to the ground so he drops onto his knees. he’s close to you know but he’s made himself less intimidating. “y/n/n? hey.”

“hi Cole.”

“are you okay?”

“i’ve been better.”

cole doesn’t ask, he doesn’t push. instead he opens his laptop, logs into his netflix and puts on the favourite show you both discussed watching together. when the two of you are settled. him on the floor, face resting on the mattress, where you’re curled up in a blanket that belongs to his brother, he breaks the silence. “do you want me to get danny?”

“where is he?”

“he’s with erin at the school. i think they’re going over details for the production. but i can go get him if you need him. do you need him?”

you shake your head. as danny’s best friend you were the biggest ‘derin’ shipper there was. plus, cole was here. he made things okay. “no, no thanks. i don’t really want you to go anywhere if that’s okay?”

“that’s more than okay, but i will say, my bed is comfier.”

you smile for the first time in a bit, looking at the uncomfortable position he has himself in. “yeah? well, we should definitely watch this, over there then.”

“my thoughts exactly.” cole grabs the laptop, grabs you, still wrapped in the blanket he tells himself he’ll replace from the linen closet, and carries both over to his bed. you squeal a bit and bite back a real whimper when his hand touches what you know has to be a massive bruise, sitting you down.

you fall asleep, leaning against him. he pauses the show, closes his laptop, and promises to resume it when you’re awake to watch it with him. then he sends a threatening text to his brother, danny.

COLE: Y/n/n has had a rough day and is sleeping in our room

COLE: Wake her up and you’ll get hit

DANNY: is she okay??? ALSO since when do you call her y/n/n???

COLE: I’ll see you later

COLE: Tell Erin hi for me

DANNY: fuck off

george and katherine didn’t receive that same threatening text but when they peeked into the room to check on you and found you cuddled up against cole, snoring lightly, and looking peaceful they left you be. your room was ready and in the morning you moved into it. your clothes were dirty and katherine washed them for you but in the meantime… well it was her dresses or… or what you went with.

you knocked your fist against the door and cole opened it, shirtless.

“hey cole,” look at his face. just his face. only his face.

“hey y/n. What can i help you with?”

your hand flew to the back of your neck which you rubbed awkwardly. “can i, uh… would you mind if I borrowed a pair of jeans and a belt?” cole chuckled, then realised you were completely serious. then he gave you the jeans. then the belt. “need a shirt too?”

you laughed, cheeks stained pink. “i wouldn’t mind…”

he handed you the plain black one in his hand. “riding with me to school?”

“if i’ve got shotgun.”

“‘course.” he said, grinning.

you headed upstairs and got changed. the pants were big but with the belt, and them cuffed they fit alright. then, came the shirt. it fell mid thigh but once you tucked it in a bit it didn’t look too terrible. you brushed your hair, your teeth, and headed downstairs. george looked at you with wide eyes and you shrugged, “i don’t really like dresses?”

katherine sighed. “we’ll get you some clothes after school.”

“from the thrift store!” you amended.

she rolled her eyes but agreed anyway. then, you were sitting beside cole on the way to school, during the one class you shared, and at lunchtime. you weren’t ditching danny, just his time was split between you and erin now. they started dating. they were sweet, good for and to, each other.

you’d only been living with the walters for two days, but everything was great. until cole invited you to the lake house. two coolers had you feeling buzzed and when it was your first turn, playing ‘truth or dare’, you picked truth and ended up faced with a question you didn’t want to answer. so you turned, and pressed your lips to cole’s. his lips parted in surprise, but then he kissed you back, tongue slipping into your mouth as he deepened the kiss. his hands flew to cup your face, your eyes were shut, and you were feeling things. until someone whistled and another yelled: “get a room!”

next round, you were three coolers in and ballsy enough to pick dare. “i dare you to jump into the lake!”

you rolled your eyes. like that was difficult. sure, it was a bit chilly, but you’d been in the river days ago. rushing water compared to water the sun had beat down on all day was nothing. you grinned, and ran to the edge of the dock, canon-balling and sending water flying everywhere. when you surfaced you saw the asshole who wore cole’s jersey shaking water out of his hair like a dog. you grinned, and started to swim back over when you saw something that caused you to sober up quickly. the foundation and powder you had painted on top of the hand shaped bruise on your arm had worn off. gone. It was gone and fuck. fuck, fuck, fuck.

when you didn’t get out of the water immediately cole was curious. when your face reflected horror, he was concerned.

“you good?” you weren’t. he walked over to the edge and dipped his hand in. the water was freezing. “come on out, you’ll get sick.”

you shook your head, plastering a clearly fake smile on your face. “my immune system is really strong and i want to swim! i’ll be fine cole, gonna go that way.” you make a gesture with your head and begin to paddle in that general direction. away from the lakehouse, away from the people, away from the party. away from cole—or, you tried to get away from cole. he walked on the bank, steps matching your strokes as he followed you. “get out of the water, y/n.” you were still swimming, and now cole was having to duck under and climb over branches and bushes to continue following. now, you couldn’t even hear the people at the lake house.

“no thank you.”

“don’t be stubborn. this was—it was funny thirty minutes ago! It’s lost the charm. just get out, we’ll go back and…”

“i don’t want to go back.”

“then we’ll go home. would that make you happy? we can leave, we don't have to go back to school, i can take you home.”

“i want to stay in the water, cole.”

“y/n, just get out of the fucking lake. it’s not that hard! i don’t understand why you won’t—“

you’re in waist deep water and all of you is submerged until it isn’t. you stand up quickly. teats sting your eyes and emotion clogs your throat. “you don’t understand, huh?” your voice breaks, shatters, and cracks. “does this help? do you see why when i say i want to keep swimming, i mean it? do you see why i want to stay in the water cole?”

he sees something. he sees bruises on your arms. deep purple handprints put there by too big hands and with too much force—force that never should have been used on you. he’s blinking, his eyes are seeing but his mind isn’t thinking, not fast enough.

“do you see?!” you’re shouting now, sobbing too. “because the makeup washed off and now you can see it. bow everyone can. everyone will see and then they’ll report it and i’ll end up in the system in an equally shitty situation! cole,” another wave of sobs interrupts, “cole don’t make me get out of the water.” he doesn’t, he climbs in with you. water soaks his boots, the bottoms of his jeans, you hear it slosh as he takes large steps and closes the distance between you both. “y/n/n.”

“what?” it’s a sob, a plea.

“we’re going to get out of the lake. i’m going to walk you through the woods, out to the road and then i’m going to go get my truck. i’ll be ten minutes tops. i’ll grab my hoodie too.”

“it’s… it’s back on the chair.”

“the red one, i know.”

“okay…”

cole keeps his word, but after five minutes you hear his truck. it stops, he hops out. he sets the hoodie on top of you and you shimmy into it. “No one will see, no one you don’t want to know, will know. but y/n, you will never go back there, okay? not to that house, not ever, because if you go, i’m following, and the things i do, most authorities will not agree with.”

“i don’t ever want to go back there.”

“you won’t ever have to.”

“thank you.”

“don’t thank me for helping you with something that never should’ve happened. we’ll get you some ice as soon as we’re home.” cole cranks the heat up and angles the fans to point your way.

he opens your door for you and walks closely behind you. no one else is home—katherine and george both working and the others at school. cole raids the freezer for anything remotely icey and heads up to your room. he makes a pit-stop to grab his laptop and some snacks from a drawer none of his brothers would ever know about. he steals the blanket you like off of danny’s bed too—the soft one with the blue plaid.

you both watch the show, he looks concerned when you press the frozen peas to your side too. you lift your shirt, show him the damage and he freezes. “ugly, huh?”

“nothing about you has ever been ugly, y/n/n but jesus, maybe we should go to a hospital.”

“flattery will get you everywhere cole but there’s no denying i looked like van gogh fucked up starry night—and no hospital. they’d like immediately call someone. plus i think they’re just bruised and not broken so that’s good.”

“i’m sorry that this happened to you.”

“oh don’t do that. i hate when people apologise for things that aren’t their fault.”

“can i apologise for danny, then? for him not realising what was happening sooner?” cole asked. people weren’t perfect, you realised that then, cole having said the first thing that genuinely upset you. this was no one’s fault. No one but your scum of the earth parent’s.

“no. danny didn’t do anything wrong. i didn’t want him to know and usually i’m good at hiding these things.” a bitter laugh, and: “usually.”

“i blame the alcohol, but, i guess it’s nice that you know.”

“i’m glad i know.”

and he is. he carries your bag, your books, even goes thrifting with you and katherine. “i like this one,” he’d said, holding up a shirt that barely had any fabric to it. you rolled your eyes for the fiftieth time and picked out a baggy graphic tee shirt instead.

at school he walks you to and from your classes. he sits with you at lunch and helps you come up with excuses—none so awesome that they work without the grin and charm he lays on your pe teacher.

weeks later, your bruises were healed, and to the blind eye, the only indication you’d been abused was the occasional flinching. cole tended to call out his moves before he made them, especially if you weren’t sure exactly where he was. your arguments–few and far between, seriously, the only thing you’d argued about so far was where you went for lunch, were had with calm voices and distance between the two of you. cole was perfect. he never caught you off guard, he was just always there.

wouls see you getting anxious and move closer. “i’m going to hold your hand,” he’d whisper. when you needed someone to talk to it was always him because he was always there.

then, one night, the two of you were sitting on that same blue plaid blanket. the one you loved–the one cole had paid danny $40 for. you were both staring up at the same stars, both wondering the same thing: when had you become so close? you weren’t sure if there was a turning point, a particular defining moment, but cole had taken danny’s place in your heart as ‘best friend’. cole had done that and more. he was more to you than that. he baked your favourite pastry, would go just about anywhere with you, and he made you smile. he made you feel safe. he had told no one your secret–but katherine and george had a clue, enough of one that they welcomed you with open arms and seldomly raised their voices. enough of one, that for that first few weeks, the ice was always restocked in the freezer.

they had an idea.

but cole knew. knew everything. knew and made you feel okay in spite of everything. he knew and still.. still looked at you like… like that. cole, he leaned in closer. you waited and listened. “i’m going to kiss you. because i want to. because i love you how you deserve to be loved. and not because of some truth or dare game.

“it wasn’t bad though, right? because i thought it was a pretty good ki–”

cole walter kept his word. he kissed you, and sure, the kiss at the lake house was good. this one was just better.

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[supercap2319]

Y/N helped a drunken Alex to his bedroom as he giggled and played with Y/N's face. The stairs were a bit of a challenge as Alex kept slumping in his arms on purpose.

After a bit of time, Y/N helped Alex onto his bed as he began to undo his tie. "Okay. Now, we're going to get this tie off you, then I'm going to remove your boots and you'll go to sleep."

Alex looks at him with unfocused eyes. "But I don't wanna go to sleep. I wanna go back to the party."

"Trust me. You're not missing anything. Just got to sleep okay?"

"How about a kiss instead?" Alex grins and giggles.

Y/N's face burned with heat. "No, Alex. That's not a consensual kiss. And I don't want to kiss you when you're not in your right mind. Besides, you have a girlfriend."

"Not even a little smidgee-widgee?" Alex laughs.

"No, Alex. That's not going to hap–"

Alex leaned forward and kissed him on the lips.

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[keerysfreckles]

calm after the storm; alex walter

pairing: alex walter x fem!reader

summary: a storm causes y/n to stay at the walter's house overnight. after trying to get comfortable in almost every brother's room, alex's room is the last one with the light on.

warnings: use of y/n and she/her pronouns, kissing

a/n: IM ADDICTED TO MLWTWB idk who i want more, alex or cole PLS SEND IN ALEX OR COLE REQUESTS!!!!!!!!!!

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it was late at the walter's house. y/n was invited over by danny during rehearsal for their spring play. she stayed for dinner, and the lot was finishing cleaning the board game they played multiple rounds of.

it started raining heavily almost an hour ago. winds started picking up, and thunder crashed every so often.

she was quick to grab her things out of danny's room. she passed by some of the walter boys, and made her way to the front door where katherine and george were.

"hey sweetie, you ready to go?" katherine asked while slipping her jacket on. shr agreed to take y/n home, knowing the girl's parents were out of town this weekend.

the two were about to slip out of the house, when a loud crash of thunder echoes and the lights shut off.

"damnit, again!" george exclaims from the kitchen. katherine looks out one of the windows and gasps, making y/n join her. the rain picked up even more, the wind was blowing stronger and the roads were in no condition for driving. the thunder and lightning increased, which only made y/n's nerves grow. she wasn't the biggest fan of thunderstorms. if she was in her own home, she would've felt a little better, but going home was impossible tonight.

katherine started taking her jacket off, "why don't you stay here tonight, is that okay?"

y/n simply nods.

"alex," katherine calls into the living room. he was busy playing a video game with isaac. "can you grab y/n some pajamas?"

alex stands from the couch, "sure, come on y/n."

y/n follows alex upstairs and into his room. y/n notied the house was quiet, almost too quiet. she soon realized most of the family members were asleep.

alex finds a pair of shorts and old t-shirt for y/n, and hands them to her.

"thanks alex," she smiles. alex and y/n didn't talk usually. she was always over hanging out with danny, either helping him with lines for a play, or just watching a movie together.

"you can uh- change in here if you want," alex offers.

"thank you," you smile again, and watch as he walks out of his room to give you privacy. y/n can't help but slightly chuckle at how nervous alex seemed whenever she was around. granted, she does have a crush on the walter boy, she wonders if he's nervous like that around other girls.

—

katherine was sweet enough to offer the couch for you to sleep on, instead of sharing a room with one of the boys. after maybe an hour of y/n being downstairs, she feels a dip in the couch, and isn't surprised to see danny turning on the tv. y/n notices a few lights were on, she guessed the power was back on.

y/n sits up, and rubs her eyes due to the bright tv.

"did i wake you?" danny asks, "i swear i was trying to be quiet."

y/n shakes her head, "no, no danny it's okay."

"you can go sleep in my bed, i might be down here for the night."

y/n gladly takes up danny's offer. she grabs the blanket off the couch and says goodnight to him, before heading up the very creaky stairs.

y/n enters danny and cole's shared room. her eyes aren't even closed for ten minutes before cole starts to snore, possibly louder than the thunder outside.

y/n groans, knowing she'll get no sleep if she stays in this room. she grabs the blanket again, and quietly walks out of the room. the room right next to cole and danny's is isaac and lee's. she knocks, however can't even open the door fully, as she looks down and is met with the messist floor known to mankind. she definitely won't be sleeping in their room.

y/n then passed by nathan and jordan's room. she heard nathan's guitar from outside the door, and heard jordan muttering something. she was guessing jordan was filming something, and she didn't want to bother his process. she remembers the last time she interrupted one of his videos, never again.

y/n easily walks by parker and benny's shared room. she knew the two youngest siblings would be asleep, and didn't want to disturb them.

this only leaves one room left, alex's room.

she knew he wasn't asleep, as she sees a dull light coming from the bottom of the door. she knocks quietly, before hearing a confused 'come in'.

"oh, hey," alex sits up in his bed, "i figured you'd be asleep."

y/n shakes her head, "no, uh danny came downstairs, then i tried to sleep in his room but cole started snoring. and i didn't want to bother any of the others," she now stands there awkwardly, still holding the blanket she took from the couch.

alex scoots over in his bed, and pats the blanket, "you can join me," he smiles but his instantly starts stuttering, "unless you don't want to, of course. i figured i'd offer cause you said you couldn't sleep-"

y/n's laugh cuts him off, "i'd love to," she sends him a smile as she climbs besides alex.

she notices the book in his lap, with a bookmark placed halfway inside, "i'm guessing you can't sleep either?"

alex shakes his head, "just had some things on my mind. reading usually helps me clear my head," he gestures to the book.

the two sit in a comfortable silence for a few moments before y/n breaks it. "did you finish the history assignment for mr. norbit's class?"

alex shakes his head, "no not yet, i think i have a couple pages left."

y/n nods in response, before busying herself with her hands. she realized the two don't talk much outside of school, or their history work.

she also realized she's never been this nervous around alex before.

"what do you have on your mind?"

alex turns to the girl, his eyes break away from his book with confusion filling them.

y/n gestures to the book in his hands, "you said you reading helps you clear your head. do you want to talk about anything?"

alex knew he couldn't tell y/n what was on his mind. the very girl he couldn't stop thinking of was sitting right next to him. he couldn't remember a time where he didn't like y/n. he also couldn't help but get the feeling cole had liked her, and he didn't want a redo of what happened with paige.

alex simply shakes his head, "no, no it's kinda stupid."

"whatever it is, i won't think it's stupid."

alex tosses his book aside and faces y/n, "there's this girl, and i feel like she's falling for cole and his dumb cole effect. i mean every single girl i fall for, he has to show up and swoop her off her feet."

y/n doesn't say anything at first, which worries alex. she only leans forwards on her knees and wraps her arms around his shoulders. it doesn't take long for alex to hold onto the girl's waist.

y/n pulls away, making both her and alex's arms fall at their sides. she sits back against the headboard.

"so who's the girl you're head over heels for?"

alex laughs and shakes his head again, "i can't tell you that."

"what, why?" y/n groans with a smile, "how am i supposed to help you with girl trouble if i can't know what girl we're talking about?"

alex turns his head to avoids y/n's eyes, and his voice is much quieter than before. "it's you," he pauses, "the girl is you."

y/n's heart instantly warms, and she can't help but giggle, "you thought i fell for the cole effect?"

alex shrugs before running his hands over his face, "i- i don't know, every girl i like, cole ends up taking her from me."

y/n scoots over closer to alex, and rests her head on his shoulder. her voice is soft.

"cole could never take me away from you."

alex turns his body quickly, now facing y/n, "what do you mean?"

y/n giggles, "the cole effect hasn't worked on me, and it never will. now the alex effect, that hit me hard," she laughs more, only making alex laugh as well.

"the alex effect?" he recites.

"yeah," y/n smiles before playing with her chipped nail polish, "you make me nervous, and whenever someone walks into a room i'm hoping it's you. you're basically always on my mind."

a chuckle from alex cuts y/n off.

"what?" she asks.

"i make you nervous? i can't believe i was able to do that!" he laughs, and a blush appears on y/n's cheeks.

another comfortable silence feels alex's room, before alex reaches his hands out to hold onto y/n's. her eyes meet his, and she swore she felt her heart stopped. she watched as he looked between her eyes, and then down to her lips.

alex leans forward slightly. y/n gasps as she feels his breath over her parted lips. she takes her hands out of alex's to rest them on his cheeks, making her pull his face towards hers.

call it cheesy, but y/n felt fireworks once alex's lips were on hers. she's thought about kissing the boy before, but never imagined it like this. his lips were soft, and his hands were gentle as they moved to her waist.

alex turns his head to deepen the kiss, and pushes slightly, making y/n lean back onto his bed.

the kiss deepens a bit more, before the two pull away to take in a few deep breaths.

y/n plays with the hair at the base of his neck, "how long have you been waiting to do that?"

alex chuckles, "oh, only forever."

he leans back down to kiss her again and cuts off her intoxicating giggle in the process.

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[siriusly-parker]

—my life with the walter boys, requests open!!

ꜝꜞ isaac>>> but i’m not gonna lie… i’ve been a victim of the “cole effect” 😩😩

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[fanficwritinggirl]

My Montana (Cole Walter Fanfic)

Chapter 1

“Mom,” a desperate, tiny cry of a voice wailed as she sprinted towards the body. Turning her over onto her side she put her frail hands over the now scarlet top, trying to stop the bleeding. But there was no hope of saving her, she had been gone long before she had been able to get there. An adult has approximately 10 pints of blood pumping throughout their body. You never really realize how much blood that is, until it’s pooled on the floor, painting it a dark crimson color. The bloody handprints smeared on the door, creeping closer and closer to the door handle, never quite reaching it besides one lone maroon fingerprint. Dark chocolate waves of hair lay in the pool, covering her cold, white face, hiding the cuts and bruises on her face. “Mom, please wake up,” she cried again, shaking her. Her hands were covered in crimson blood. “Wake up.” 

“Josie!” a voice said loudly in her ear. Startled, her body shoots up, head turning quickly with her eyes wide, tears threatening to fall. “Hey, it's okay, it's just a nightmare, it's okay.” A warm hand sets itself upon her forearm causing her to turn her head and look at the brunette haired woman sitting on her bed, eyebrows pinched together and the corner of her lips pulled down ever so slightly. 

“You're okay Josie, you're not there anymore, he’s not here,” assurance was present in her voice as she ran her hand up and down the panicked girl's arm, offering comfort. Her fingers comed through her hair as she pulled the few parts out of her face and brought it together on one side of her shoulder.

“Same dream?” the brunette woman asked her as she removed her hand from Josie's arm and grabbed the glass of water that was sitting on the white bedside table. Trembling hands take the glass and bring it to her lips taking a sip. 

“It was the blood, it was everywhere. On her, on me. It's just…” she falters. “It was just everywhere Aunt Hat,” she cried, bringing her shaking hands down into her laps cradling the glass between them. 

“I know honey. But we have to remember that it was a long time ago, no one is going to come and hurt you, okay.” All she could do was nod, barely listening to her aunt and keeping herself focused on the glass.

“How long until school starts,” she asked, changing the subject.

“An hour, but I'm going to call Miss Jacobs and ask her if you can spend some time in her room this morning, just until you are ready to go back into class. That's okay?” Josie nods and lifts her head to give her aunt a small smile. Her aunt sighs, offering her the same expression before leaning forward and giving her a kiss on her forehead. 

“I love you Josie.” 

“I love you too Aunt Hat.” 

Tapping on the keyboard was all that could be heard in the room as Miss Jacobs typed her emails and Josie sat on the couch, a book in hand, losing herself in another world. Sitting in Miss Jacob's room was a normal occurance for her, she was in here most mornings of the week after the nightmares happened. Miss Jacobs never forced her to talk about anything she didn't want to. If she just wanted to sit and read a book then Miss Jacobs was happy to give her the space to do that, as long as she caught up with the classes that she missed, which was never a problem.

“Josie, how are you finding your classes at the minute?” Miss Jacobs asks from her desk. Josie lifts her head up and looks at the woman, her eyebrows coming together in the middle.

“Um fine… i think. I mean I am passing everything at the moment. I'm not making A's or anything but I don't think that's a bad thing.” The counselor laughs, shaking her head, standing up and walking towards her and taking a seat in front of her.

“No, I know that. Your grades are great, but are you having a hard time keeping those grades?Have the nightmares been affecting you in this aspect?” Josie leans back in her seat, crossing her arms and pursing her lips a little.

“I mean not really. Sometimes Chem can be a little hard to keep up with but nothing major, usually I can push through by finding some extra time to study,” her voice was filled with certainty and confusion.

“And the nightmares, do they affect any of this?” Miss Jacobs eyes travel around the young girl's face, taking in the bags under her eyes. Josie shrugs.

“Not really. I’m used to them by now. I just have learned to get along with them. That’s all I can do,” her voice was firm. Miss Jacobs gives a small smile and nods.

“Well that's good. Now if you ever have problems with chem just let me know and i can get some help for you.” Josie offers her a polite smile and nod before grabbing her book and returning to her page. Miss Jacobs, seeing that the conversation is over, stands up and returns to her desk continuing with her emails, hoping that one of these days Josie will open up to her.

Three knocks chimed on the door of Miss Jacobs office before opening, revealing the one and only Danny Walter. Danny though was not the most popular Walter boy was still liked around the school and many of the girls still had a crush on him, which Josie could understand. Danny has been her best friend since she moved here when she was nine and since the day that they got put together for a project, they had been attached at the hip, though over the past few years they do spend a little more time apart, she still loved him very much. Many have assumed over the years that the two are more than friends but that couldn't be further from the truth. Danny was her platonic soulmate, he understood her better than anyone and told him practically everything, she loved him, just not like that. He was the brother that she never had. 

“Oh Danny, lovely to see you again. I can guess why you are here,” Miss Jacob teases and Danny laughs. 

“Lovely to see you too Miss. I am here for Miss Whitlock,” he turns and gives her a goofy grin and she snickers. He struts towards her with one hand behind his back, stopping in front of her and extending his hand to her. “Miss Whitlock, would you do the honor of coming with me to lunch,” to say that his posh accent was terrible would be an understatement. Josie puts her book down and shuffles to the edge, straightening her back and posing her face. 

“I do not know, kind sir. For I find that I actually have some much needed work that must be done and must therefore, with greatest regret, must decline your offer,” with that she leans back into the couch and bites down on her tongue to stop herself from laughing. Miss Jacobs sits in the corner watching the entire interaction with a smirk on her face, chuckling while eating her salad. 

“Oh my fair lady, how you have hurt me so,” Danny gets down on his knees and takes her hands in his. “Please dine with me or I shall die of a broken heart,” his hand touches his heart and Josie cannot do anything but laugh. 

“You are ridiculous,” she tells him before grabbing her bag and putting her book in. “Well i am only ridiculous for my bestest friend in the world, which just so happens to be you, Josie Whitlock,” Danny moves back as Josie stands up and turns to Miss Jacobs. 

“What would you say, Miss. Was our performance to your liking,” Miss Jacobs laughs. “I must say it exceeds it. I hope that it shall be a while until I see your next performance so that you have more time to prepare,” Danny’s face drops a little bit, understanding what she's saying but decides to ignore. “Understood Miss. I will make sure that the next time I see you I will give you that most amazing performance of your life,” Miss Jacob nods, shaking her head with a smile. Josie puts her hand on Danny’s shoulder and turns him. 

“Enough with the dramatics. Let's go, now that you are talking about lunch I want some,” Danny smirks at her and waves his hand towards Miss Jacobs as he walks out of the door. 

“Bye Miss Jacobs,” Josie says as they leave. Miss Jacob smiles to herself as she eats her salad, feeling the weight lifted ever so slightly, knowing that at least for now, everything was fine again for Josie. 

“So are you coming over tonight, we are having lasagna for dinner” Danny asks as he and Josie stroll towards the cafeteria. Josie smirks looking at him. 

“Danny, do you even have to ask? There is no point in me heading home because no doubt my aunt and your mom are going to end up on a job till late so what is the point of being home on my own.” Danny shrugs at her. 

“Well I don't know. Maybe you could have some friends over… A guy,” Josie turns and hits him on the arm. 

“Danny Walter, how dare you suggest that I would have a guy over. We all know what happens when others are given the opportunity. Trust me I have had to listen to many of our classmates' hookup stories,” she states as they walk into the cafeteria and walk towards the line. 

“Oh trust me, you do not have to have the house to yourself for people to take liberties about inviting ‘guests’ over for… that,” Danny informs her with slight discomfort which Josie can’t help but laugh at. 

“Let me guess Cole has had a ‘guest’ over recently,” grabbing a tray starts putting food on her tray. 

“Oh no, not for a while actually, which i'm confused about. Maybe he has decided to take a break for a while after Jackie sees Olivia sneaking out. Probably just goes to their house now,” Josie lifts her tray and pinches her eyebrows together and shrugs. 

“I don’t know, maybe. I mean it must be hard for Jackie being in a house full of people, not being able to get much privacy and then having to see someone sneaking out, knowing that they have done that, would be pretty awkward,” Josie trudges towards one of the table with Danny behind her with his own filled tray. 

“Oh yeah. And on top of that after the whole hair thing. Maybe he is feeling bad and deciding to stop being such an ass,” Danny concludes, tucking into his sandwich. Josie’s head falls to one side looking at her food and she plays with it with her fork, she shrugs.

“I mean… I don't know. I think after everything that happened with his leg and not being able to play football… really got to him. Ya know,” Danny nods, placing his sandwich down while finishing chewing. 

“I mean, I know he feels guilty after how much money mom and dad spent on his treatment. Sending him away for the summer just for it to come to nothing but he can’t just use that as an excuse,” Danny's voice was serious and Josie couldn't help but sigh. 

“I know. But maybe he is just a bit lost. Wouldn't you be if the one thing that you were good at was taken away from you. I mean what if you were never able to watch all of your movies, or study plays or whatever,” Josie puts a bit of her chicken in her mouth and looks at Danny as he sighs and leans back in his chair. 

“Fair point. It is just when you are dealing with his mood swings all the time you can forget. And I just don't like the way he treats people sometimes. Especially what he's like with girls,” Josie laughs and nods. 

“Trust me i agree but like you said it seems that maybe he is turning over a new leaf,” Danny raises an eyebrow and nods his head towards her. 

“We’ll see,” he concludes and Josie snickers at him. Nathan walks up to them with a tray in his hand and sits down next to them.

“Hey guys,” he greets as he sits, smiling at the pair. 

“Nathan, to what do we owe the pleasure,” Danny asks sarcastically. 

“Ha ha ha,” Nathan counters, causing Josie to snicker at the pair. “So are you coming over tonight Josie, we are having lasagna,” Nathan asks and Danny rolls his eyes. 

“I have already been asked, and as always I would be honored” Josie smiles at him and Nathan shakes his head with a smile on his face. “I don't know why we even bother asking you anymore,” Nathan states and Josie and Danny look at each other and look at each other with a knowing look. 

“Well if you are coming over tonight can you teach me that one song that you do on the guitar that i like. I have been trying to figure out the chords but i can't get it,” Nathan shoves some food in his mouth and Josie nods her head at him. 

“I would love to, but I am going to have to stop at my house on the way to get my guitar,” she tells them and Danny nods his head. 

“I’ll make sure that Cole stops off,” Danny tells her and she nods back at him. Lifting her head up she sees Cole walking in with his hands in his pockets, hair messily laying on top of his head, covering his forehead. Cole looks over towards her direction and sends a small smirk towards her and Josie can't help turning her attention to the food on her tray, a maroon colour decorating her freckled cheeks. When it came to the Cole effect, to say the least she wasn't immune to it, if anything she was very much impacted by it. 

Authors Note- Read on Wattpad to get a playlist and cast list.

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Taglist- @lol6sposts

#cole walter oneshot #cole walter x fem!reader #cole x reader #cole walter #cole walter x reader #alex walter #my life with the walter boys #noah lalonde #danny walter #nathan walter #own character #mlwtwb #mlwtwb imagines #will walter #katherine walter #george walter #isaac garcia #lee garcia #benny walter #parker walter #jordan walter

[chaoticschiz]

their halloween costumes !!! :3

+ alt ver

#marble hornets #amy walters #alex kralie #high school killed me guys #ANYWAY #alex petrikov and amy grof.... #imagine amy being like “we made our choices alex. we could've made better ones but i don't have any regrets” #:3c #petrigrof killed me

[blahblahblees]

ヽ｀、☁ヽ｀─── my life with the walter boys masterlist

cole walter

swim

already over (fic on wattpad)

alex walter

none

danny walter

none

jackie howard

none

#cole walter #alex walter #danny walter #jackie howard #my life with the walter boys #mlwtwb #imagines #blurbs #wips #writing

[starrystormwritings]

Just watched my life with the Walter boys and neither of those boys were worth the time 😭😭😭

Jackie needed to be in therapy not a love triangle that’s bad for a sibling relationship whilst also being awkward as fuck 😭 imagine having to live with your high school boyfriend like 🤮

Alex just got weirdly in love with her so quickly and was so weirdly possessive and show off like with her the whole time even before they were dating

And Cole needed to chill the fuck out it’s not that deep man, at least his crush on her actually was shown developing not just kinda creepy, hate a man who ‘doesn’t do relationships’ though.

Nathan and Danny were the only two I really liked bar the adults

Both boys were red flags 😭 I love a show that’s not afraid to incorporate as many cowboy hats as possible though

#literally all the other kids plot lines were so much more enjoyable #ashamed to be team Cole though #I thought Alex’s crush was possessive #also why was Cole acting like they banged by the fireplace? #my life with the walter boys #Netflix #cole walter #alex walter #danny walters #Nathan Walter’s

[vampirewalterskinner]

High School AU where the X-Files gang go on wild (and sometimes stupid) teen adventures in search of the supernatural and the unexplained in their town.

Fox Mulder —17, used to be on the baseball team but quit for unknown reasons, an outcast, almost a rebel bad boy except he doesn’t get girls ever, a believer

Dana Scully — 17, in like every science club imaginable, valedictorian, skeptic

Walter Skinner — 18, the oldest in the group, class president and star football player, a secret believer

John Doggett — 18, also on the football team, the popular kid, a major skeptic

Monica Reyes — 17, works summers as a camp counselor, reads palms in the cafeteria for five bucks a hand, believer

Alex Krycek — 17, also used to be on the baseball team and quit when Fox did, the actual rebel bad boy (but Gay™️), a believer

Jeffrey Spender — 16, the youngest, no clubs and no outstanding talents, his only hobby is proving that he’s better than his big half-brother by doing nothing amazing at all lmao, a skeptic

#the x files #fox mulder #walter skinner #dana scully #john doggett #alex krycek #monica reyes #jeffrey spender #my post

[mattybstqrn]

𝐁𝐚𝐝 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐞 - 𝐀.𝐖

𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚋𝚒𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚔𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐

Female Reader x Alex Walter

character's name is Madison, Maddie for short, as requested!

Madison, also known as Maddie, Y/l/n, girlfriend of Alex Walter, also known as a nerd, geek, etc. Currently walked the halls of her high school. She had been walking to her Algebra class alongside her boyfriend.

Maddie had always been bad at Algebra which why she asked her boyfriend to help her study, but with him around, she was always pretty distracted, so the studying wasn't really studying, it was 'study' dates.

But there were more dates than there was studying.

No matter how many times they tried to get back on topic, Maddie kind of forgot, and when she studied alone, she got some of it down and glued into her brain, which helped a little.

So, she hoped that she did well on her Algebra test.

Maddie sat in her Algebra class next to her boyfriend as her teacher passed everyone their test's. She prayed that she got a good grade as she waited to receive her test.

Maddie looked towards Alex who sent her a smile.

She took a deep breath as her teacher stood in front of her giving her a disappointed sigh before placing the paper on her desk.

Maddie looked down to see an F- which most likely brought her B+ to a F-. This test was thirty percent of her grade and she had failed. She frantically flipped through the test to see that she hadn't even gotten one question right.

She sighed in disappointment and fear, she knew her parents would give her a horrible lecture about school and her future, and she'd be grounded, again.

Alex curiously watched Madison as she flipped through, she banged her head on the desk causing her to get some looks. She awkwardly looked up at her classmates, quickly fixing her hair before passing her test to her boyfriend.

"You'll do better next time," he whispered with a reassuring smile. She gave him a tight-lipped smile before giving her undivided attention to her teacher.

But not literally, that was sarcasm, she spent the rest of her class thinking about her punishment. 

Maddie walked the halls of her school alongside her boyfriend as she tightly gripped her backpack. "They're gonna be so pissed, Alex! I'm gonna be grounded forever!" she exclaimed as looked down at her test.

"It's okay," Alex reassured her, "Not it's not!" Maddie exclaimed pissed off by how he didn't understand having strict parents. "You wouldn't get it. your parents are nice." Maddie sighed, "Exactly... so maybe they could talk to your parents?"

"No, that wouldn't work, it would just make them more pissed off." Maddie explained with a sigh before walking off to her car.

She drove home listening to her favorite songs to try and help cheer her up, but it didn't work. She knew her parents would be pissed, and they were.

When she got home, they gave her a huge lecture and told her that if she didn't get a better grade next time, she'd never get her phone back. They also grounded her for three weeks.  

The next day, Maddie went to find Alex, she didn't have her phone so she couldn't contact him, but when she found him, she explained everything, before he could even say anything the two rushed off to their classes before they were late.

A few periods later, Maddie and Alex had a free period, so they sat in the library quietly talking. "It's okay, we can still see each other at school," Alex shrugged trying to comfort you, "Yeah and that's it,"

"Only in school," she nodded, trying to focus on doing her extra credit assignment she asked her teacher for to bring her grade up. She went to talk to her teacher and asked for the extra credit assignment, she agreed and gave her another test with everything they learned the past year.

Maddie tried to study and ignore the huge weight of disappointment weighing on her chest. She had disappointed her parents and herself, she knew that she was better than that. She had never completely failed an Algebra assignment before, but here she was, failing.

"Hey, it's okay, as long as you study for this extra credit, you're good," he shrugged. "Yeah," she nodded in agreement. "And fuck what your parents think!" he almost shouts causing the librarian to give you guys a look.

"Sorry," Maddie sheepishly apologized.

"Your right, Alex," she nodded, "Fuck what they think!" she whisper-shouts with a smile. Maddie then pulled Alex into a thankful kiss. Alex immediately kissed back smiling into the kiss. A few seconds later Maddie pulled away with a smile.

The next few days Maddie study as hard as she could so she could, hoping she could get a better grade on her extra credit test. The next Saturday it was time for Maddie to do her extra credit test. She had been preparing herself all week and she had faith that she'd do amazing.

The school was empty. It was just Maddie and her Algebra teacher. She walked to her class to see her teacher sitting on her desk. Maddie greeted her teacher who greeted her back before handing her, her test.

Maddie sat at her desk, focusing all of her attention on the test that she had studied so hard for. 

About an hour later Maddie had finished her test and now she waited for her teacher to grade it. She watched as her teacher made faces at her paper causing her anxiety levels to rise. She nervously bit her nail as she waited.

A few minutes later she had finally finished grading Maddie's test. Her teacher handed Maddie her test with a smile, "You passed," Maddie smiled at her teacher frantically thanking her and giving her a hug before making her way to Alex's house.

Once Maddie arrived at the Walter household she immediately hopped out of her car and made her way to the front door. She didn't have her phone, but she needed to tell him somehow. The door opened to reveal Isaac who moved out the way knowing she was there for Alex.

She quickly greeted him with a hug before rushing into the living room where she knew he'd be. Maddie stood there with a smile once Alex's eyes landed on her. She jerked her head towards the hallway.

Alex immediately paused the game he was playing causing the others to groan, before following her into the hallway. "So did you pass?" Alex asked, genuinely hoping that she did. 

Maddie's parents agreed that if she passed the test, she could get her stuff back and no longer be grounded and Alex had been miserable without being to text or call her for a week.  He didn't know if he could take it any longer.

"I did!" Maddie exclaimed with a smile as she reached into her bag to grab the test that showed a B+; Alex's blank expression turned into a huge grin. He reached out for a hug which Maddie gladly excepted. He then lifted her up with a smile, kissing her in the process. 

"I have to tell my parents, then we can finally hang out!" Maddie groaned, Alex nodded offering to go with her, but she denied the offer knowing she be grounded once again if her parents knew that she went to go see her boyfriend before coming home.

Alex understood and walked her to her car. "Maybe we can hang out later?" Maddie suggested, hoping that she did get ungrounded. "If you can... I'd love that," he nodded, "Okay so I will, maybe see you later," Maddie smiled pulling Alex into a kiss before pulling away.

Alex watched as Maddie drove off hoping they could in fact hang out later. His days had been so long and so boring without his girlfriend by his side. Alex and Maddie hung out every day which was annoying to some and surprising to others.

They didn't know who the two could hang out every day and not get annoyed with each other, but Alex and Maddie had their moments and when they did it was bad, so they tried to make the best of it and get along as much as possible.

They did piss each other off from time to time, but other than that they were great. 

When Maddie arrived home her parents sat in the kitchen with deadpanned expressions, but their deadpanned expressions soon turned into what they called a smile when they saw Maddie's knew grade on her test.

Maddie's parents then granted her, her stuff back. Maddie smiled to herself as she sat in her room charging her phone and texting her boyfriend who offered to pick her up and take her out to Monty's. 

Maddie asked for her parents' permission, which they granted telling her to be back at 10. Maddie slipped her shoes on and sprinted to Alex's car (ik he doesn't have one but it's for the story) 

Maddie hopped inside and jammed out to Taylor Swift with Alex, who she turned into a Swifty. They soon reached Monty's and talked and talked about how miserable and bored they were while Maddie was grounded.

They all caught up on things that had been happening at school and at home. Their date was going great, and they were both excited that Maddie was not only no longer grounded but also that they could spend time together again.

Audrina Speaks!

This was the last request I've gotten and I have some others but I'm taking longer to update because I've gotten a little bored of writing for MLWTWB!

But I plan to write more soon, so for now I'll be posting my Zach Justice Imagines along with my book for Matt Sturniolo!

But feel free to request for Zach Justice and MLWTWB just know that it might take a little longer!

#my life with the walter boys #mlwtwb #alex walter imagines #alex walter x reader #alex walter

[obsessedgirl63]

highschool sweethearts —headcanons

alex walter x reader and isaac garcía x reader

just some hc being highschool sweethearts

warnings: kissing? suggestive?

— alex walter

• he loves to hold your hand under the table during class, running his thumb over your hand

• he caresses your back when you get stressed

• brings you coffee at school, especially during exam season

• waits for you to go to lunch together

• after school you always have study sessions at his house or yours and sometimes they end up in movie nights

• forehead kisses between classes and when you meet in the hallway

— isaac garcía

• during class he sits close to you, touching your knee with his own

• and when he gets bored he passes you notes or draws on your notebook

• when he can't understand something he asks you to explain it to him, but gets distracted by you and ends up playing with your hair

• he always carries snacks with him just in case you want some

• he likes to sneak into the theater with you to have sweet make out sessions

#alex walter #alex walter x reader #alex walter x y/n #my life with the walter boys #alex walter headcanons #alex walter imagine #ashby gentry #isaac garcia x reader #isaac walter #isaac garcia #isaac garcia x y/n #isaac garcia headcanons #mlwtwb #isaac garcia imagine

[strawberryforks]

extra credit // cole walter x reader

summary: you and cole had a falling out. you’re not friends anymore but you still can’t sit back and watch him fail all of his classes—when you decide to tutor him, things are revealed, and things are fixed.

warnings: swearing, crying (this one has a happy ending don’t worry)

word count: 1730

a/n: requests/asks open and encouraged! <3

you hated cole walter more than was probably healthy. he broke your heart in fifth grade when he destroyed the science fair project you’d spent months working on and telling him about. family dinners were awkward as sin because even though you’d fallen out with the walters, your parents hadn’t… they owned a neighboring ranch and had know the walter family your entire life. so yes, you hated cole walter but you didn’t hate yourself which was the only reason you’d agreed to tutor him. your mom had begged you and your teacher mentioned that it would look good on your transcripts. in class, when you looked over and saw a red ‘f’ circled on the corner of his assignment, you almost felt bad. he’d shook his head and stuffed it into his bag. when the bell rang he was the first one out of his seat—you slung your bag over your shoulder and followed behind him, legs working twice as hard to catch up to his insanely long ones. “walter!” you shouted, “wait up!” he didn’t slow his pace but lee turned and tilted his head to the side. “not you.” you dismissed. “cole!” you tried again. this time he stopped. In the middle of the hallway teeming with teenagers, all in a rush to get home, he stopped. cole turned around and his blue eyes were full of confusion. it made sense, his apprehension, because you hadn’t spoken to him directly in years. yeah, you could hold a grudge. he looked side to side, almost expecting there to be another person with the same name. when there wasn’t, he gulped. “y/n/n?”

it was your turn to gulp. you hadn’t been called that in quite sometime. not by someone who mattered—who had mattered so much to you. “just y/n please.”

cole nodded and muttered his apologies, he could give you that much. “do you need a ride?”

“i need to talk to you, but we can do that in the car if you’ve got room.”

cole nodded and left through the double doors heading out to the student parking lot. He cast glances over his shoulder checking that you were still there and not a figment of his imagination. He opened your door and you scoffed but slid in anyways. “Thought I called shotgun!” Issac yelled, knocking into the passenger door before sliding into the back. cole shot him a look—one that said ‘shut up’ and he did. lee slid in beside him and then alex. the rest of the boys climbed in as well. you peaked over the back of your seat, meeting issac’s gaze. “sorry ise, i had no idea. we can swap spots if you want.”

“he’s fine,” cole said. he reached across you, grabbed your buckle, and plugged it in. “i could’ve done that,” you grumbled. cole didn’t care. he cranked the tunes, you switched the station and because you were talking to him, because you hadn’t in so long and he’d quite literally dreamed of this moment, he let you. he sat and listened to the shitty station you chose with a smile. danny bumped your shoulder on the way in and in the living room, you sat close to alex. your legs touched and though you thought nothing of it, cole was far from happy. alex whispered in your ear, “stay here for a second, i’ve never seen cole so red in the face.” you rolled your eyes, “i don’t need to make your brother jealous, alex. one—you have a girlfriend,” jackie was at one of her friend’s houses, “two, i’m not interested, and three, you guys don’t need another reason to fight. you hit him last time and i bet he’s itching to get even.”

cole passed you a glass of juice—your favorite and when his hand was empty he grabbed your arm and pulled you up. “what did you need to talk about?”

you weren’t stupid, you knew that was his way of getting you away from his brother. you didn’t care, though. you followed him and instead of leading you to his bedroom he took you out to the loft. you two had spent plenty of time together out there and you wondered if that was intentional. you climbed up and sat down, balancing on your favorite beam. cole inched closer, so he could reach you if he needed to. below there was only hay, but still, he was nervous, “i hate it when you sit there.”

“i know,” you said, but didn’t move, and that was that. “what’s up?” he asked softly.

“your hair. the middle part, i don’t like it.”

subconsciously he drug a hand through his blond locks then he saw a smile split your cheeks. you started laughing and he rolled his eyes. “had me ready to ask my mom for a haircut, y/n. not cool, not cool.”

this, you two, it felt too normal. too comfortable. too right. it was hard to remember that you were mad, let alone why.

you coughed a little, cleared your throat. “your grades, cole. they’re bad. i mean they’ve never been good—but you’ve really fallen off.”

cole’s smile flattened but you considered your small verbal assault “even when you were busy with football and with me it was never this bad, so what’s going on?”

“it’s not like i can go to college. football was all i had, it was my way out. when i lost it i had nothing, y/n. the only reason i haven’t dropped out is—“

“is because katherine and i would kill you?”

“i didn’t know you cared.”

“oh my lack of caring is not the problem here. it’s never been so don’t even start.” you take a breath, “ms jacobs said you’re doing bad in everything and worse in english—not in those exact words, so don’t start pouting or anything. i went around and talked to your teachers and got the work you missed, what they’re willing to let you redo, and extra credit assignments. so, get to work. i’m officially your tutor and no one i’m tutoring is getting anything less than an eighty.”

cole groaned when you handed him the pile of work but when you divided it by subject and deadline it was less overwhelming. the two of you worked in tandem for hours. he wrote, you edited. he attempted problems and you corrected them it he was wrong—explaining how to fix things. you went over formulas until he swore they were permanently burned into the backs of his eyelids.

“we’ll call it a night.” you decided when a quarter of the pile was completed. “you write an essay tonight and email it to me—i’ll edit it for you. the rest we can do when we meetup another day.”

“okay.” cole insisted on helping you down, and then when you turned to head out the driveway he grabbed your arm. “where are you going?”

“home.” you said.

“stay the night. you can take my bed and i’ll sleep on the couch. it’s dark and walking alone, especially at night, isn’t something i want you doing.”

“cole.” you warned.

“i don’t want anything to happen to you.” more than anything it was a confession. “stay for dinner at least, if you still want to leave i’ll drive you home. if you’re dead set on walking, i’ll walk with you.”

you couldn’t argue with that, not when kathrene and george were such great cooks. you headed inside and cole pulled an extra seat up to the table for you. “just you tonight, y/n?” george asked.

“yeah. mom and dad are at home, i just came over to help cole with… uh…” you didn’t know if all of his siblings and parents were aware of how he was struggling so you opted to say nothing. “with my truck,” cole supplied when his mother pinned him with a glare full of suspicion. “i love your outfit,” you tell parker when she passed you butter to twirl your corn through. cole passes you the salt before you can think to ask and it’s nice that he remembers these things. a smile tugs at the corner of my lips. small but bright.

after dinner you give in. you agree to sleepover and decide that you’ll take the bed and cole can sleep on the couch. when you’re settled in his room he leaves. you’re about to go to sleep, blankets piled on top of me and a smell that is so uniquely cole all around me when something catches my eye. it’s… it’s your project. you stand quick and cross to the closet, pulling it down carefully. the project he ruined in fifth grade is all there—glued back together. it’s perfect. you cry. it’s like you can’t stop crying. relief, anger, sadness, happiness, the emotions all slam into you with such force. tears trail down your cheeks and the wetness is still there when you find cole staring up at the ceiling, on the couch. he stands up quick—you’re upset, crying and he hates it. he doesn’t know what to do, what happened, how to fix it. you wrap your arms around him and squeeze. with your face buried into his chest you sob, “cole you fixed it,” it’s then that he finally clues in. “i couldn’t fix us so i… i fixed that. i never meant to break it.”

“i’m sorry!” you cried—loud and quiet at the same time. “no i am. i should’ve tried harder to explain myself,”

“i should’ve let you, cole. i never gave you a chance.”

“will you? give me a chance?”

you nodded. having cole back was the best thing that’d happened to you in a long time. family dinners became less awkward, you hungout with the walters more and a few weeks later, when it was time for the semi-formal dance, he asked you. picked you up in his truck (it was fixed and working great), gave you flowers, and spun you around all night. you held onto his arm, chatted, and at the end, you two stood outside under the stars, not quite ready to say goodbye or goodnight.

“i love you.” he said—it suprised you but not too much.

“i think i love you too.”

"you think you love me?" he asked with a teasing smile. “what if I kiss you right now? would that make it fact?"

you nodded, your lips met, and then the night was perfect. the project was fixed and so were you and cole. your best friend was now your boyfriend and you couldn’t be happier.

#my life with the walter boys #the walters #cole walter #alex walter #issac walter #cole walter x reader

[berystraw]

THE PROPHECY SAYS... : INTRODUCTION

Synopsis: After the death of her only remaining loved one, a different part of her life reveals itself. It is a whole different life she could only imagine from the stories told by her mother. A new chapter had just begun. A story full of love, trials, and sacrifices. But will love be the one to prevail at the end of the day? Or will it end as tragically as the others?

[T.P.S Masterlist] | [P.J Masterlist] | [Main Masterlist]

Case File #1

[Name]: Soleil Blaine

[Nickname(s)]: Sol, sunshine

[Age]: 13 years old

[Date of birth]: March 05, 1992

[Gender]: Female

[Sexuality]: Heterosexual

[Eye color]: Black eyes

[Hair color]: Black hair  

[Height]: 5'4

[Playlist]: Gods and Monsters 【Lana Del Rey】 Castle 【Halsey】 You're on your own kid 【Taylor Swift】 Dancing with your ghost【Sasha Alex Sloan】 Without me 【Eminem】 Happier than ever 【Billie Eilish】 Can you feel my heart 【Bring Me The Horizon】 Cloud 9【Beach Bunny】 Idfc 【Blackbear】 Heathens 【Twenty One Pilots】 7 years 【Lukas Graham】Sex, Drugs, Etc 【Beach Weather】 Michelle【Sir Chloe】 Hayloft 【Mother Mother】

Case File #2

[Name]: Perseus Jackson

[Nickname(s)]: Percy, Perce

[Age]: 12 years old

[Date of birth]: August 18, 1993

[Gender]: male

[Sexuality]: Heterosexual

[Eye color]: Green eyes

[Hair color]: Black hair  

[Height]: 5'10

[Playlist]: Not Strong Enough 【Boygenius】 Riptide 【Vance Joy】 Fine Line 【Harry Styles】 Fourth of July 【Sufjan Stevens】 You are in love 【Taylor Swift】 The kids aren't alright 【Fall out boy】 Footnote【Conan Gray】 traitor 【Olivia Rodrigo】 Could have been me 【The Struts】 Look After You 【The Fray】 Mama's Boy 【Dominic Fike】 I bet on losing dogs 【Mitski】 I love you so 【The walters】

Soleil Blaine

—The Cynic

"My name makes me sound like one of Apollo's kids"

"The sun is a star that shines brightly every day and in every situation, and so was Soleil. Soleil Blaine grew up to embody her name. Her life before wasn't exactly something out of a fairy tale or from any storybook at all. No, she was not a princess, nor was she rich. There wasn't a superhero with some sort of armor or horse that saved her, but her mother was there. All her life, the only person she ever truly knew was her mother. However, everything seemed to have changed after the death of the only person she truly loved. The sun, the brightest star to have ever existed, had lost her light." 

Percy Jackson

—The loyal

"I am Sally Jackson's son"

Hero. Percy Jackson was named after the great hero Perseus, for his mother hoped he would be able to have a happy ending like his namesake. But a hero's fate is never happy. Growing up, Percy received an immense amount of love and support from his mother, even if it was sometimes hard to understand. Despite having Gabe as a pathetic excuse for a father, he always had his mother as his foundation and source of hope. However, a hero would also need to sacrifice the person they love most because a hero's life is never happy. It is filled with tragedy, suffering, and betrayal.

Soleil + Percy

—If the fates allow

"Our parents' wars aren't ours"

To be written...

Playlist:

[Playlist]: The Cut That Always Bleed 【Conan Gray】 Achilles Come Back 【Gang of Youths】 Born to Die 【Lana Del Rey】 Centuries 【Fall Out Boys 】 Family Line 【Conan Gray】 Because I Liked a Boy 【Sabrina Carpenter】 Skyfall 【Adele】 The water is fine 【Chloe Ament】 Reflections 【The neighborhood 】 hostage 【Billie Eilish】 Hall of Fame【The Script】 House of Memories 【Panid! At the Disco】 Burning Pile 【Mother Mother】 Ellie Goulding 【My Blood】 War of Hearts 【Ruelle】 Do what you gotta do 【Dove Cameron, Cheyenne Jackson】 Soldier, Poet, and King 【The Oh Hellos】 If I killed someone 【Alec Benjamin】 Born For This 【The Score】 Dear Arkansas Daughter 【Lady Lamb】 Home 【Edward Sharpe & The Magnetic Zeros】 Welcome Home, son 【Radical Face】

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