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helliontherapscallion · 3 years

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(Y/n) and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Week: Tuesday

Monday Wednesday Thursday (Part 1) Thursday (Part 2) Friday Saturday Sunday

Spotify Playlist (collaborative)

Warnings: anxiety, doctor’s offices, taking pain pills (not sure if I need to tag that, but just in case), stalkers, blackmail, swearing, non-consensual taking pics of nudes, slight body dysmorphia, self-loathing, toxic friends

Word count: 5,326

(A/N): another long chapter, my little wlw heart loved writing this chapter! Also holy shit I was not expecting the first part to blow up, thank you to everyone that read it! Gosh, it’s enough to make a grown woman cry :’)

You cracked open your crusty eyes to Wilbur poking his head into your room. “(Y/n), Dad wants you.”

You groaned rubbing at your eyes in an attempt to get the sleep out of them. “I’ll be down in a sec.” Your voice was scratchy and thick with sleep.

He closed the door silently and you heard his socked feet thumping down the hallway. Your pain faded slightly into soreness, but your shoulders and upper back were slightly stiff. After you drug yourself out of bed, you shambled down the stairs to see your family at the table eating breakfast. Your stomach growled loudly, making you blush slightly in embarrassment.

Your eldest brother snorted. “Hungry (y/n)?”

You slumped into your seat next to him slowly shoveling food into your mouth. “You have no idea.”

“You wouldn’t be that hungry if you ate dinner when you got home like I told you to do last night, young lady. You better eat every single thing on that plate.”

There was no arguing with a stern Dadza, so you reluctantly complied. Meanwhile, Tommy and Tubbo were telling Wilbur about your match animatedly.

“And the ball was like fwoosh and she- the ball and-and-”

“And she hit it and Haley hit it to the other side! It was so cool!”

Wilbur merely smiled listening to them ramble about how badass you were last night. They made you feel genuinely happy that they admired your volleyball abilities; they were probably your biggest fans and that made your day most of the time. You remembered the first match they came to during your freshman year, they had run up to you right after the end-of-match whistle blew to spew about how good you were on the court. They met the team that day. Your team adored having them at your games, over the years they slowly replaced your school’s mascot. They played a huge part in morale boosts before and during matches.

He looked over to you, “I didn’t know my little sister could be so badass.”

You felt your cheeks flare up. “It’s nothing I haven’t done before. It really wasn’t anything special.”

“(Y/n),” Philza pursed his lips, “you did all that with a bruised back, I’d consider that something special.”

“Wait (y/n), you’re hurt?” Tommy and Tubbo looked at you with wide concerned eyes.

“Yeah, but it’s not that bad. I can still move and stuff.”

Techno rolled his eyes, “it’s bad if you’re going to the doctor for it.”

“Eh, it doesn’t hurt as bad as it did yesterday, so I’m not worried.”

“You’re deadass wincing everytime you move your arm,” WIlbur deadpanned, “it clearly still hurts.”

“Well yeah, I didn’t say the pain went away completely. Fuckin’ dumbass.”

“Language,” Philza glared at you two, gesturing to the two fifth graders watching the exchange with interest.

You and Wilbur resumed eating and murmured out a defeated “sorry Dad.” You both glared at Techno when he huffed in amusement.

“If you three keep bickering, you’re going to be late to school. Remember, you two have to drop off Tommy and Tubbo today cuz I’m taking your sister to her appointment. Now go get ready, I’ll take care of your dishes.”

Your brothers took off up the stairs, each competing to get to the bathroom first. Occasionally, you would hear shouts and slapping noises. You felt glad you didn’t have to deal with that today. Judging by Techno’s gruff voice laughing and an explosion of loud complaints from the rest, you assumed that he won today. “I swear, they’re gonna put me in an early grave.”

“You and me both Dad, you and me both.”

You went into the kitchen and pulled out a bottle of pain pills from the junk drawer. Various bottles of Motrin and Advil were scattered around the house because when you live with a rambunctious family like this one, people are bound to get hurt and headaches are common. Popping three into your mouth, you washed it down with a glass of water. The sound of the running water faucet and the slight splashing of water filled the silence of the room.

“How’s your back? Does it feel any better?”

“Kinda, today it just feels more sore than throbbing, my headache went away mostly, and my shoulder doesn’t feel any worse, so that’s better I guess.”

He shut off the water and reached for a towel to dry off his wet hands. He moved over to the freezer and grabbed a frozen package of peas that your family never ate. You all used it whenever one of you would get a bruise. He moved behind you and held it against your back without warning. Flinching forward from the unexpected temperature change, you winced with the wave of pain moving brought you.

“Shit, sorry.”

“You’re good. Just give me a little warning next time,” you chuckled. He gently placed it back on your back and you sighed from the slight relief that it brought you. You leaned into the peas and closed your eyes. “That feels amazing.”

“I bet. That bruise was pretty bad yesterday, can I look at it again?”

You reluctantly left the sanctuary that was the medical grade frozen peas and leaned forward, moving your hair out of the way for him. “Knock yourself out.”

He made a hissing noise as soon as he moved your shirt out of the way. “Dad, it probably looks worse than it feels.”

“...Have you seriously not looked at this yet? It looks pretty bad, hun.”

“Well, sorry I can’t move to look at my back without being in pain. I’ll try harder next time.” You snarked him.

“Hey, watch the attitude. Here, I’ll take a picture so you can see how bad it is.”

You heard the rustling of fabric as he fished his phone out of his pocket and the obnoxiously loud click of his camera app. You turned around to look at the damage. You squinted at his bright phone screen. Your entire back was swollen in some areas and was covered in ugly reds, blues, blacks, and purples. You made a disgusted noise in the back of your throat and cringed away from the screen. You always got nauseous seeing injuries.

“Yikes.”

“Yikes isn’t the only word I would use, it’s bad (y/n).”

“It looks worse than it feels, I promise. I’m gonna go get ready so we’re not late to my appointment. It sounds like the boys are finally done with the bathroom.”

You hobbled up the stairs slowly and made your way to the bathroom. The door was wide open ready for you to use. Turning on the light, you closed the door in a hurry so that your brothers wouldn’t try to get in again to hog the bathroom like they usually did. You frowned at your appearance. Your hair was sticking up in every direction and you had dark eye bags around your dull looking eyes. A few pimples dotted your skin like constellations in the night sky, but much uglier and more out of place. Turning your body, you scanned your figure. Your eyes watered as you realized that you had gained some weight. Adrian, Sammy, and Annie were right, you looked like garbage all the time.

You ripped your eyes away from yourself in the mirror with disgust etched deep into your features. You were disgusting through and through. Ripping your brush through your hair, you winced at the pain emanating from the back of your head. You deserve the pain for letting yourself go. Once you were slightly more satisfied with your appearance, you stepped out of the bathroom and quickly changed into the clothes you would wear today. You decided on a hoodie and a pair of tights. You didn’t feel like dressing yourself up.

You once again walked down the stairs and slipped on your shoes to meet your dad in his car. You idly scrolled through your phone while you waited for him, looking at your notifications for the first time that day. You had ten texts from the group chat that you were in with Adrian, Annie, and Sammy.

Sammy <3

(Y/n) where the hell are you?

Adrian <3

Do you guys think she ditched us?

I knew she was ignoring us

Sammy <3

Who ignores their friends?

Annie <3

(Y/n) apparently.

She has more important things to do ig

Oh my god

Do you guys think she skipped school?

Adrian <3

I wouldn’t put it past her

Maybe she finally gave up

(Y/n)

I’m sorry guys, I just have a doctor’s appointment today

I would never ignore you

Sammy <3

Yk, it’s hard to keep defending you when you keep ditching us..

(Y/n)

I’m not ditching you!

I’m sorry I didn’t tell you guys about my appointment

I’ll make it up to you guys

Adrian <3

How?

You’ve already skipped out on us enough already

Annie <3

Oh ik!

She can write our final research paper for us Dri!

I haven’t started it yet lmao

Adrian <3

Saaaame lmaoooo

Sammy <3

Guys, what about me???

Adrian <3

Idk, figure it out yourself

Sammy <3

Rude!

Uhhh

Ur gonna put together my final presentation for us history

(Y/n)

Alright, I can do that for you guys

Sam can you pls send me the rubric?

Annie <3

Thanks love ;)

(Y/n)

No problem, I like doing things for friends

My dad’s coming, I gotta go

Talk to you guys later

Adrian <3

Byeeee (y/n), ur the best!

(Y/n)

: ) <3

You put your phone down as your dad started up the car and pulled out of the driveway. The drive was quiet as you stared out the window and thought about how much work you now had to do. On top of your own classes, you had two more to write and a presentation to make in a class you hadn’t taken since the first semester in your sophomore year. The research papers had to be at least four full pages long with a minimum of ten sources each due on Friday and you had no idea how big Sammy’s US history presentation has to be or what it’s even about. But that was fine, you’d do anything for your friends.

“So, who were you texting? Your boyfriend?” He asked jokingly.

“Oh, just Adrian, Sammy, and Annie. I don’t have a boyfriend Dad,” because you were a closeted lesbian, but you wouldn’t tell him that anytime soon. “You know that.”

“I know,” he chuckled, “it’s been a while since I’ve seen them. How have they been?”

“They’re good. Adrian got a job at the diner, he’s a host. Sammy and Annie have been focusing more on raising their grades.”

“Good for them! You should invite them over for dinner sometime.”

“I was actually thinking that I could maybe go hang out with them on Halloween...?”

“(Y/n), the family was going to take Tommy and Tubbo trick-or-treating.”

“I know, but there’s always next year. Plus, we haven’t been able to hang out in so long! We’re always free at different times.”

“I don’t know (y/n), what if they don’t want to trick-or-treat next year? What were you planning on doing with them?”

“We were just gonna hang out at Annie’s house and watch some horror movies,” you lied. He would never let you go if he knew you were going to a party. Especially one where alcohol would be involved and hormonal teenage boys ran rampant actively scouting for an easy lay.

“...I’ll think about it.” The car pulled into the doctor office’s parking lot.

“Thank you Dad! It’s been a while since we’ve all hung out together.”

He chuckled as you both walked into the lobby, checked in, and waited for your name to be called. About ten minutes later, you were summoned by a nurse so you went into the back leaving your dad to wait in the lobby. The nurse recorded your height and weight (much to your dismay, you gained four pounds) and asked you the standard questions about your injury and uncomfortable questions about your overall health. The clacking of her acrylic nails on the plastic keyboard filled the awkward silence.

Once that was done, she left and you had to wait a little bit for the doctor. After slipping into the backless gown the nurse left, you mindlessly scrolled on your phone. Jumping when someone knocked on the door, you looked up to see your family’s doctor smiling at you.

“Hello (y/n), how are we feeling today?”

“I’m alright.”

“I hear that you had quite the fall onto some concrete, is that true?”

“Yes, I landed on my back and the back of my head.”

She reached over and squirted hand sanitizer onto her hands, rubbing it in and looking back at you. “Can you please lay on your stomach so I can take a look at your back?”

You nodded, shifting on the uncomfortable paper covered cushioned table onto your stomach. You felt her cold hands gently graze your bruises before she pulled out her stethoscope. “Can you take a good deep breath in for me?”

You complied and she instructed you to let it out. Doing this multiple times along your back, she put her stethoscope away and continued prodding at your exposed back.

“There’s definitely some swelling in multiple areas… It doesn’t feel or sound like you cracked or broke any ribs, which is excellent… Do you have any pain deep in your shoulder when you move it?”

“Yes, I landed on it wrong last night at my volleyball match.”

“How would you describe your pain? Stabbing, sore, throbbing…”

“More sore, but a little stabbing pain when I move my arm.”

She moved her fingers to examine your shoulder. “It doesn’t sound like a sprain or fracture, can you move it up and down for me?”

You moved your arm up and down, front and back, and side to side. “You still have a full range of movement, that’s good. Can I have you sit back up again?”

You sat back up and she started testing you for a concussion. After passing her tests, you were cleared of having a concussion. “Alright (y/n), it appears that you only strained your deltoid and teres muscles and you have severe bruising along your back. Make sure you ice your back and, if you have one, wear a shoulder compression sleeve. Anti-inflammatory medications such as Ibuprofen will help with the swelling. Other than that, you have a clean bill of health! You can still participate in volleyball practices, but you need to take it easy. Don’t do anything that will strain the muscles any further.”

“Thank you Dr. Samson,” you smiled at her.

“You’re welcome. I’ll leave you to change back into your clothes and you’re free to go! You may leave the gown on the table.”

She left the room and you redressed yourself. Walking out to the lobby, Philza’s head perked up when he heard the door opening. He stood up and walked over to you with a slightly worried face. You both walked back out to the car.

“So?”

“Dr. Samson said that I don’t have a concussion, sprains or broken bones. She told me that I just strained my shoulder muscles and I need to keep ice on my back.”

He visibly slumped in relief. “Thank god. What’d she say about volleyball?”

“She said that I could keep playing, but I have to take it easy.”

“Good, wouldn’t want you missing finals on Thursday. Do you know if the team you’re playing is any good?”

“Dad, of course they’re good, we’re the top two teams in the area.”

“I bet their setter is nowhere near as good as you are and I bet the setter and spiker aren’t as synced as you and Haley are. You two make a good pair.”

“Yeah we do, don’t we?” You looked out the window and smiled a little and felt your ears turn red. The very mention of Haley’s name was enough to make you feel like you were on cloud nine. The car fell silent again as you neared your high school.

In your AP world history class, the class was looking at the test you had taken yesterday. Surprisingly, you got a 74% on the multiple choice part and a 50% on your essay portion, so that landed you with a just below passing grade. You thought you completely flunked that test yesterday, so that was a pleasant surprise. It took a good portion out of your overall grade in the class, lowering it from a comfortable A- to a slightly alarming B. You supposed it could’ve been a lot worse. Besides reviewing your tests, the class didn’t do much except starting the reading for the next chapter.

Your psychology online class went like it usually did, however your phone blew up with texts about midway through the block. Glancing down, you saw that it was Haley. Shouldn’t she be in class?

Hales : )

(Y/n) meet me in the locker room right after school

I need to talk to you before practice starts

It’s an emergency

(Y/n)

What’s going on?

Hales : )

I’ll explain after school.

Can’t talk about it over text

(Y/n)

Alright, see ya then ig

You felt your gut twinge. Something’s wrong, but you didn’t know what. You were worried about Haley, usually she was really bubbly. You’ve never seen the senior act so strange before. You could only wait the block out until the bell would release you from the confines of the library and into the locker room. After sending a quick text to your brothers that you were going to stay after school for your practice, you stared blankly at your laptop’s clock as you counted down the minutes left in the class period. Ten minutes. Eight minutes. Four minutes. Two minutes. Thirty seconds-

You shot up from your seat as the bell rang. Pushing past some groups of freshmen that congregated in the hallways, you made a beeline for the locker room. In the locker room, you found Haley sitting on the metal bench on the opposite end of the locker room with her back facing the last row of lockers and facing the brick wall. She was clenching her phone in her hand with an iron grip. You hurried to sit next to her.

“Hales, what’s going on? Talk to me.”

“It’s bad (y/n). Like, really bad.”

“What’s bad? You’re worrying me.”

Wordlessly, she unlocked her phone and handed it to you. On the screen was something that you weren’t expecting to see. You scrolled through the contents and felt your stomach drop with each scroll; someone took pictures of you and Haley throughout the match last night. Every picture was a violation to yours and Haley’s dignities, they had gotten zoomed in pictures of your boobs and asses. Deeper, there were even pictures taken of you changing into your volleyball uniform through your open window. You were only in your underwear. Haley had a similar picture that you scrolled past as fast as you could. Scrolling to the bottom of the text message thread, the person that sent Haley the pictures added a caption to the last picture. It was a picture of you and Haley together celebrating your match, her arm slung around your shoulder with your mouth open mid-laugh.

Unknown

I’m sending these out to the entire school unless you stop hanging around her.

If you tell anyone, the pics will be printed off and put in every single locker and bathroom the school has.

You’ll be the sluts of Klinkver High.

Cut all ties now. You have two days.

Do not try me.

“Jesus christ Haley. Who the fuck would do this? This is sick.”

She took her phone back and locked it without looking at the screen. “I don’t know (y/n). I wanted to tell you not to openly talk to me for a few days. We don’t know who took these, we don’t know what they’re capable of. I don’t wanna risk angering them.”

“We can find them! If we look close enough, we might find a few clues where they were sitting. Do you remember seeing anything suspicious last night?”

“(Y/n), our best option is to leave it. We just can’t talk in person anymore; we can still text each other.”

“Hales, how are we gonna not talk? I’m your setter.”

She ran a hand through her thick black hair. “I don’t know (y/n). Just-just don’t talk to me anymore, I don’t want your pictures leaked.”

“I don’t care about my pictures. My name’s been drug through so much shit this past year that it won’t affect me. I don’t want your stuff leaked.”

She gave a watery laugh, “you care too much, I love that about you…” Glistening eyes turned to look deep into your own. “I’m so scared (y/n), I don’t know what to do.”

You pulled her into a hug, wincing slightly when she squeezed her arms around your upper back. She buried her face into your shoulder and started shaking with muffled sobs. “Haley, I promise I’ll catch whatever sick bastard is doing this to you. You don’t deserve this.”

She said nothing as you rested your chin on the top of her head and started to rock her back and forth slowly. You two stayed like that even after her sobbing resided, finding comfort in each other’s presence. Glancing at the clock, you realized that you two have been in the locker room for an hour. Practice was set to start in fifteen minutes, people were going to start coming into the locker room soon.

You reluctantly pulled away from the hug and looked Haley in her bloodshot eyes, “I’m not going to let those pictures of you get leaked. I swear on my-”

The door to the locker room swung open and loud laughter echoed throughout the room. Haley pushed you away and speed walked off to a bathroom stall, slamming the door shut behind her.

“Damn (y/n), what’d you do? She’s pissed.”

“It’s none of your business, Zara.”

“Oh, so it’s a lover’s quarrel then~” She cackled, her hair bouncing slightly with each heave of her shoulders.

“For the love of… Haley and I aren’t dating, we’re both straight.” She’s straight.

“Mmhm.” She brushed past you to go to her locker. You followed her, your locker was in the grouping next to hers. You shared the area with Haley. You changed as fast as you could so that Haley would have time to change before practice starts. Speed walking into the gym, Zara was hot on your trail wearing a shit eating grin.

“Why are you in such a rush? Giving your girlfriend the silent treatment?”

“Zara. We aren’t dating. For the last time, we’re both heterosexual, not homosexual!” You wildly gestured with your hands to emphasize your point, your voice being amplified by the vast gym. Coach Williams gave you a confused look from across the gym.

“You just keep telling yourself that.”

“I’m serious.”

“Hi serious,” a soft voice replied from behind you, “I’m Jazzy.”

You groaned at the pun at the same time Zara started cackling, giving the short libero a high five. “Nice!”

“That was so bad, Jaz.” You couldn’t help the smile that found its way onto your face.

Zara poked your cheek with a wide grin. “C’mon, you’re smiling!”

“I am and I hate it.”

Your bickering continued with Jazzy watching you two with a content smile. The remaining members of the team (Haley, Marlene, and Zuri) filed into the gym right as Coach Williams blew her whistle.

Practice went by slowly without Haley talking to you. Sure, you had the rest of the team, but it didn’t feel the same with you guys ignoring each other. If the team or Coach Williams noticed you two not talking to each other, they didn’t say anything. By time practice was over, you all went to the locker room to change. After slipping into your fuzzy pajama pants, you sat on the bench and texted Wilbur to come pick you up. He was supposed to pick you up after practice today because he and Techno took the car home after school. Five minutes passed and he still didn’t reply. He probably won’t see the text until you got home from walking.

You sighed, resting your chin in your palm as you leaned forward. One by one, the girls left the locker room until it was only you and Haley left.

“Do you need a ride (y/n)?” She asked gently.

“But what if the person sees us together? I can just walk home, it’s not really a big deal.”

She rolled her eyes at you. “It is a big deal. It’s cold and dark out. You could get kidnapped or something. You don’t even have a coat with you. I’m giving you a ride whether you like it or not.”

You playfully rolled your eyes at her and stood up to walk next to her, “okay, mom.”

“Don’t give me that attitude young lady.”

“You can’t tell me what to do, you’re not my real mom!”

She gasped and lightly smacked the back of your shoulder, “I married your- are you alright? Shit, I didn’t hurt you did I?”

“No, you’re good. It’s just this damned bruise.”

She moved her hands and frantically turned you around to pull the neck of your shirt down. You two stood in front of the school’s main entrance with the nauseatingly bright fluorescent light bouncing off the reflective surface of the tiles. The orange tinted street lights lit up the sidewalk outside.

“(Y/n)-”

“I know what you’re gonna say.”

She scoffed, “oh really? What am I gonna say then, o wise one?”

You turned around to face her, “‘oh, this is bad, yadda yadda yadda.’ Everyone’s been saying that about it. Honestly it looks worse than it feels. Tis but a scratch, m’lady.”

She snorted and covered her mouth, “never call me ‘m’lady’ ever again.”

You started to walk to her car in the empty parking lot. “Or what? What’re ya gonna do?”

“I swear to god, (y/n), I’m gonna leave you here.”

“Do it, pussy. Bet you won’t.”

“You really wanna bet?”

You grinned at her, “hell yeah.”

She broke off into a mad dash to her car, laughing freely into the night sky. You chased after her trying not to move your arms much, your laugh mixing with hers like a perfect symphony composed of the world’s best musicians. The sound of your rubber soles slapping the pavement resonated throughout the parking lot as you quickly gained on her. Reaching out to grab her shirt, she smirked at you and sharply turned to the right into the grass.

You grinned as her pace slowed down slightly. You’d be able to catch her at this pace. You pushed your legs to move faster as she looked at you from over her shoulder and shrieked in surprise at how close you were to her. You cackled at her reaction, reaching out once again, you grabbed her hand. She was stopped dead in her tracks as your shoulder was yanked with the sudden momentum, making you hiss in slight pain. Despite that, you didn’t let go of her soft hand.

You both stood there under the moonlight and the soft orange street lamps trying to catch your breath. The slightly damp blades of grass tickled your ankle as you shifted to face her better. Through gasping breaths and a dopey grin, you said “you… lost, pussy.”

She let out a breathy laugh as she pulled you to her car. “Shuddup.”

“Make me~”

She opened the passenger side door for you and got into the driver's seat. Her car smelled like vanilla and citrus. “Oh, you will later when I make you do more sets in weight lifting tomorrow, hurt shoulder be damned.”

She turned on the ignition and the car revved to life, soft indie pop wafted from the speakers. She backed out of the parking space and sped off to the main road. “You wouldn’t…”

“I’m your captain, (y/n). I can make you do whatever I want.” You felt your cheeks heat up a tad. You were happy that she couldn’t see you.

“Naw, you’re too much of a softie for that. Admit it, I’ve got you wrapped around my little finger.”

She chuckled as she pulled into your driveway and put the car in park. “...Alright, maybe you do. Just a bit.”

She turned to look at you. She looked stunning with the shadows accentuating the contours of her face perfectly. You found yourself glancing at her lips and leaning slightly towards you. To your surprise, she started leaning into you as well. Before your lips could finally mesh together, she pulled back with a sigh and ran her hand through her hair. You felt a rush of disappointment and fear course through your veins. She didn’t like you like that, you should’ve known better. You were so stupid. So, so stu-

“I can’t (y/n). I want to kiss you so bad, but we can’t. Not yet at least. Not until we find the pervert that took those pictures of us.”

You sighed, “right.”

The car was filled with awkward silence. Not even the soft music streaming from the speakers could alleviate the awkwardness. God, you really screwed up your friendship, didn’t you? Sammy, Adrian, and Annie were right; you messed up everything you touched.

You coughed, “I think I’m gonna…”

“Yeah…”

You grabbed your bag and walked into your house, the smell of chicken slapping you in the face instantly. Without checking in with your dad, you hurried up the stairs, desperate for the warm comfort of your bed. That, and if you wanted to get Sammy’s presentation and Adrian’s, Annie’s, and your research papers done by Friday, you had to start as soon as you could. You were going to skip dinner for tonight, you’d just grab more breakfast tomorrow morning.

You plopped on your bed and got started on your research paper. Luckily, you already had all of the sources you were planning on using and the rough outline of each body paragraph, so writing the actual paper wasn’t going to take long. You worked until you heard a knock at your door.

“(Y/n),” Techno’s monotone voice called out, “dinner’s ready.”

“Tell Dad I’m not hungry. Practice’s got me beat, I’m going to bed soon.”

He grunted, “you know he’s not gonna like that right?”

You felt frustration start to swim circles around your chest, “Techno, just tell him that I’m not hungry right now. Please.”

“Damn, you don’t need to be like that. I’ll tell him.”

You heard his stomping footsteps thumping down the hall. Shit, you pissed him off. You were a terrible person, he was just trying to get you to eat something, Pushing back the tears that threatened to spill from your eyes, you forced the panic that was starting to swirl around your body in laps deep into your being. You didn’t have time to deal with your failures and stupid emotions, you had to get this done. You didn’t have time to think about Haley’s warm breath ghosting across your lips. You didn’t have time to think about how she probably regretted almost kissing you. You didn’t have time to fall into an anxiety spiral, you needed to focus if you wanted Adrian, Annie, and Sammy to forgive you. You ruined yours and Haley’s friendship and did the same to yours and Techno’s. They were the only ones you had left. You needed to be a better friend.

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Teacher Appreciation Part 3 ~ Nathan MacKinnon (4+1)

Here it is! Part 3 (and last) of Teacher Appreciation! I'm so thankful for all the comments and love, thank you to everyone who has read it! Let me know what you think of this part! Shout out to @cozynightscandle for asking about a part 3 and providing some inspo, as well as @avsfans95 for always letting me bounce ideas off of her!

Also, sixth grade is still considered elementary in my district, so I kept it that way for purposes of the story!

Summary: The four times Nate surprised your class, and the one time your class and Nate surprised you.

Warning: mentions of the pandemic (not the main focus, just touching on how teaching was during that time as I spent the beginning of my teaching career pretty much online)

Word Count: 4,634

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Your first year of teaching sixth grade was actually more successful than you would have thought. It was a different type of bond you were able to build with your students. Instead of having to tie shoes and clean boo-boos, you became someone that your students would come talk to if they were too stressed. They told you their dreams and aspirations; all the while still relying on you to calm their fears when math became overwhelming. Long story short, you absolutely loved it. Yes, some were taller than you, and on more than one occasion Nate would lose you among your kiddos when he would come to help in your classroom. Still, you built connections that you didn’t think were possible after always working with the younger kids. Nate loved seeing how excited you were, and loved when you would come home and tell him all about what your kids did that day.

And yes, home was now with Nate. During a bad snow one evening, you were panicking about having to get back home so you could change just in case school wasn’t cancelled for the next day. Nate, off-handedly, suggested that it would be easier for you to just move in, since you were over all the time anyways; his office half taken over with craft supplies already. You agreed with a sarcastic laugh, thinking he was joking, but woke up to him clearing out space in his closet. During winter break, you officially moved in. Now it was your second year in sixth grade, and a handful of your kiddos from third grade when you first met Nate were back in your class. And if you thought third graders were intrusive, they just got worse, especially when they already knew you.

“Miss Y/L/N, could you not give us homework tonight? I have practice,” Steven asked right after the morning bell rang and you were checking over last nights homework.

“Steven, I already don’t give you much homework and you have time to usually start it in class. Use your time wisely kiddo,” you said, stamping his paper as he groaned.

“But Miss Y/L/N…”

“But nothing, do your work,” you responded, making a face at him that caused the young boy to huff out a laugh. You had only been in school for a month now, but have been having a great time with your kids. Today, the Avs would be on campus talking with the fifth graders as they do every year about the presidential fitness test. Last week when your students caught word that the hockey team would be there, half of them pleaded with you to get the team into your classroom. Little did they know that you had a different surprise planned for them. During recess, Nate ran into your classroom as you gathered your PE supplies. “Do they know yet?” he asked, giving you a quick kiss and taking the kickball from your hands.

“Not a clue,” you giggled as he retreated to his teammates and you went to get your kids from line. Leading your students into the gym as you had PE after recess, they all started to shout and jump around when they saw who was joining them. You waved as Nate came into view, accompanied by the entire Avs’ line up.

“Hi Teacher Dad!” Alexa squealed over the commotion, and you swore your face was beat red. She hadn’t used that term yet this year and to be frank, you had forgotten about it.

“Alexa,” you started as the guys laughed.

“Hi Alexa,” Nate called out, smiling at you with a look that told you not to get upset. Looking back at the girl, she sent you a sweet smile and you just shook your head with a laugh.

“You know better,” you said and she giggled. “Alright, ladies and gentleman gather around please! Today we will be continuing our game of….”

“Kickball basketball!” your kids yelled, running off to their teams and taking their positions. “Wait wait wait. Before we get started, would someone kindly explain the rules of kickball basketball to our newcomers,” you gestured towards the Avs who looked completely confused at your fusion of the two ballgames.

“So one team pitches the ball like in kickball and the other team has to kick it. Then they skip around the perimeter of the basketball court and have to make it back home before the other team can get the ball and shoot it through the hoop,” Justin explained.

“There are also no bases so you can’t stop. You aren’t safe anywhere unless you make it back home,” Kalel added.

“This is really a game now?” Andre asked you and you nodded.

“And it is our favorite. So I have my kids playing odds vs evens based on their class numbers. I think you all can split up that way too,” you said, gesturing for the guys to join their respective teams. Nate watched as you settled the argument about who the pitcher would be between three of your boys, not handing the ball over till they figured it out diplomatically.

“She wasn’t joking when she said her students were taller than her, was she?” Andre laughed from beside Nate as he chuckled along. You stood on the sideline, cheering and calling out foul balls for the duration of the game. The Avs took it easy with your kids, just laughing and having fun. Your kids were ecstatic, being able to call some of the guys their teammates; getting high fives and being cheered on by the pro athletes. You PE time was about to end within another five minutes as the teams switched sides after the evens got three outs on the odds. You saw Isaac hand Nate the ball to make him pitcher, smiling as Nate gently rolled the ball to Kiely. After she kicked it and almost made it around, Steven was up.

“Miss Y/L/N, will you kick?” he called out to you, and your class started to cheer. It was no secret that you played PE games with your kids from time to time. A chant of your name was started as you laughed and put your keys and walkie talkie off to the side.

“Teacher Mom vs Teacher Dad, yaaaasss,” Alexa cheered and you shook your head.

“Alexa,” you called and she smiled sheepishly.

“Sorry!” Nate laughed and turned his attention back to you. He rolled the ball slower than you knew he could, but that didn’t stop you from kicking it with all your might. Your kids (and the Avs) on your side were cheering loudly as you skipped around the perimeter laughing, coming back to home a second before Tyson got the ball in the net.

“Evens win!” you called out, then made your two teams shake hands with each other and collect the equipment as it was time to head back to class. As your class was saying goodbye to the Avs, Nate walked over and bumped his arm into you.

“You know I went easy on you right?” he asked, ever the competitor. You laughed and smiled sweetly at him.

“You know you shouldn’t have, right?” you shot back, laughing as he rolled his eyes. “I’ll see you back home. Love you,” you whispered.

“Love you,” he whispered back. You gathered your class and ushered them out of the gym and back to your classroom. The rest of the day went well as your class was floating on cloud nine from their interaction with the Avs.

One Thursday afternoon before Winter break, you came home with several bags of potatoes in hand. Opening your apartment door, you walked in on Mikko and Andre watching a basketball game with Nate; your boyfriend automatically getting up and taking a few bags from you. “What’s with all the potatoes?” Mikko asked.

“We’re mummifying them tomorrow in class,” you answered casually, walking off into the kitchen as Nate sat back down on the couch while Mikko and Andre looked entirely confused.

“Did what she just said not phase you at all?” Andre asked Nate and the center shrugged.

“I’ve been hearing about this project for like 3 months now,” he said casually. You walked back into the room and sat on the edge of the couch near Nate.

“Mummifying potatoes?” Mikko asked, looking slightly horrified.

“Yeah, we’re learning about ancient Egypt. We’re going to wrap the potatoes in foil and decorate them with plastic jewels like they were death masks,” you explained in an excited tone.

“How?” Andre asked, now completely more interested in what you were talking about than the game.

“I’m going to cut large slices of potatoes so ever student gets a handful. Then we’re going to pour baking soda and salt on them to dry it out like the Ancient Egyptians would dry a body. Then we are going to wrap it in tin foil like a sarcophagus and decorate. When we get back from winter break, we’ll ‘excavate’ them by unwrapping the potatoes and see how we did with drying it out, documenting changes and what we see like archaeologists,” you explained. Nate smiled up at you as Mikko and Andre tried to figure out if the project seemed cool or crazy. They settled on cool.

“Can we help?” Mikko asked and you laughed.

“Nate’s coming in tomorrow to help. The two of you can come with him if you want,” you said and the guys nodded.

The following day, Alexa answered the door when there was a knock as you were starting to explain to your class what they were going to do with their potatoes. “Teacher Dad! You’re here!” She said quietly as to not get in trouble by you. Nate chuckled, nodding as Mikko and Andre planned on chirping him later for how comfortable your class was with him if they were calling him teacher dad like it was no big deal. It was one thing when they were younger, but took on a different comfort level as they were older.

The guys helped you pass out the materials and made their own sarcophagi as you circled the classroom making sure your students were staying on task and not just goofy around. A few of your sports obsessed boys clung to the hockey players and copied their every move, decorating their sarcophagi to look similar. You laughed, passing by Nate’s and adding an extra jewel because you wanted to make it more sparkly. He narrowed his eyes at you, but let you keep adding jewels until you were content and circled the class again to see how your kids were coming along. Mikko and Andre snickered; only you would be allowed to touch anything of Nate’s and not have him explode on you.

“Mr. MacKinnon?” two of your girls came up to Nate with little giggles. He looked at them confused, but answered.

“Yes?”

“You and Miss Y/L/N are dating right? Like you’re here all the time. Ever since third grade,” Audrey asked in a hushed tone while Cierra continued to giggle. Nate flushed, not sure how to answer them.

“You must really like her. Like, marry her like her,” Cierra added as Nate cleared his throat and his teammates started to laugh. Before Nate could formulate a sentence though, you were calling for your class’s attention, letting them know it was time to put their ‘sarcophagi’ on the back counter and clean up for the day. As you circled the room again, you noticed Nate looking a bit red with the two forwards trying to hold in their laughter.

“You okay?” you asked him quietly.

“Fine,” he shot you a smile, and though you were skeptical, you returned to your class.

“Yeah Teacher Dad Mackinnon. When are you going to make her Teacher Mom MacKinnon?” Andre chirped quietly, muttering a sorry when you shot him a look having heard his voice, but not what he said. Truth be told, Nate had already thought about it and had plans for an off-season proposal.

Campus was quiet on a Thursday after school. You had made copies and stapled a few packets together, graded math tests, and prepared a social studies test for Friday. One task led to another and you kept walking around your room hanging up new student work. Sitting down, you started working on going through your students work from the week to check for understanding and participation. As you were stamping and writing comments, you heard your door being unlocked. Figuring it was the custodian, you kept on plugging away. “Hi Ms. Kay,” you said cheerfully, before looking up and jumping in shock. “What are you doing here?” Nate looked at you incredulously.

“Why are you still here? Y/N I thought something happened to you,” he walked over to you and pulled you up and into a hug. Was he worried about you?

“No, I was just getting some things done. How did you get in?” you asked as he let go of you.

“Ms. Kay gave me your room key when I ran into her in the parking lot. Why the hell are you still here? I tried to call you like ten times,” Nate said, obviously worried, but you still weren’t sure why.

“I have bad reception in my room, I’m sorry babe,” you said, grabbing his hand. “Why are you so worried. Is everything okay?”

“You don’t know what time it is, do you?” Nate asked you, laughing humorlessly.

“It’s only like 4:30,” you said, looking at him confused.

“Hun, no,” he said, showing you his watch. “It’s 7:30.”

“Oh my gosh Nate. I am so sorry! One thing led to another and I wasn’t paying attention and…” you rambled.

“Hey it’s okay,” Nate tilted your chin up with his forefinger. “I’m just glad you’re okay.”

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, realizing you had worried him. Nate smiled softly at you, giving you a quick kiss before grabbing your backpack and keys.

“Let’s go home,” he tugged on your hand but looked back when you didn’t budge.

“Nate I have so much to do. I don’t know how I got behind this week but I need to get all their work together and sent home in their Friday folders,” you rushed out, starting to feel overwhelmed that you didn’t have all the time you thought you had.

“Then they can get them on Monday. You need to come home and get some rest,” Nate tried to reason patiently with you.

“Nate, they’re called Friday folders for a reason,” you said.

“And I’m sure if they get them late one week no one will riot,” he responded.

“You don’t know that.”

“I know your class adores you as their teacher. Now let’s go home and you can finish them tomorrow if you’re going to stress over it,” Nate started to pull you along.

“But…”

“Leave it.”

The next day you were running on pure caffeine and more thankful than usual that it was Friday. The unfortunate part, your schedule had no room for you to work on your Friday folders. Figuring you would skip lunch to get it done, you went about your day as usual. You were helping Noah with dividing fractions when there was a knock at your door. As you continued to help your student, Justin got up and answered. “Mr. MacKinnon!” he yelled and your head shot up.

“Justin, that is not an appropriate classroom tone,” you said as your class was all trying to get a better look at Nate. “Get back to work you guys. I’ll be right back Noah. Try number 12 by yourself,” you suggested, getting up and walking over to Nate. “Everything okay?”

“What do you want me to file?” he asked.

“What?” you asked, confused by his question.

“You were stressed yesterday about your Friday folders and they still look empty,” Nate gestured toward your hanging files on the wall with all the student’s folders in them. “I figured I would stop by to see if you needed help.”

“Are you my room mom for the day?” you laughed quietly and Nate nodded. Checking the time, you shook your head.

“You just got out of practice. I appreciate the help, but I’m sure your tired. Go home and rest,” you said, feeling guilty that you had worried him yesterday.

“I’m good. Where should I start?” he smiled.

“Please let him stay Miss Y/L/N. I love making my brother mad that Nathan MacKinnon spends time in our class instead of his,” Isaac said from behind you. Turning around, you laughed looking up at the tall sixth grader.

“Why are you up?” you asked.

“Oh! I need help on number 15,” he showed you his messy paper.

“We’ll go over everything right now. But did you flip the second fraction and then simplify?”

“No….”

“Ohhh, I would start there,” you smiled.

“Yes ma’am,” Isaac saluted you and went back to his desk. You laughed softly, shaking your head and turning back to Nate. “If you’re sure you want to stay, their work is all ready to be filed and it’s sitting on my desk. Thank you.” You smiled at Nate with a sigh of relief. He squeezed your arm reassuringly for a moment, then walked over to your desk to grab the stack he needed. “Alright my crazies, let’s go over our keep, change, flip.”

This wasn’t actually happening, was it? There’s no way this is real. These thoughts swirled in your head on a Friday in March. The school was closing for an extended spring break due to an outbreak. COVID-19 was closing your school. Nate’s season was just postponed, and now school. You went home in tears that day, not knowing what was going to happen next.

Over the next two weeks, you prepared Google Classrooms and work to do digitally as your school year was called. A month in a half online, then summer. Nate was getting agitated, not knowing what to expect with hockey and also worried for the both of you in the city. “I’m getting us a flight to Coal Harbor before they close the borders,” he mentioned one night during dinner.

“Nate, I can’t leave. What if I need to get back into my class? What if my kids need me?” you asked, your anxiety heightening.

“Then I’ll find a way to get you back here as quickly as possible. I just think we would be safer at home with more space, not an apartment in the middle of Denver,” he explained.

“I don’t have anything to teach there. At least here I have a white board, I can’t take that on a plane,” you rambled. Nate reached across the table and grabbed your hand.

“I already ordered you one for there. It’s being delivered tomorrow. You can turn one of the spare rooms into your classroom, or you can take my office and I can do things somewhere else. I just want to go back home, and I’m not comfortable leaving you here,” he said, wiping a tear off your cheek with the pad of his thumb. You weren’t sure if you were stress crying or worried crying at this point. He did have a point though, and you were online for the remainder of the school year. You nodded.

“Okay.”

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Three weeks later you were laughing at a story one of your kids was telling you over Google Meet. You had to give it to your class, they were very resilient and working hard to finish the year off. Deciding that you wanted to do something fun for PE, you roped Nate into a low-key training session. You told your kids to come to class that morning in their favorite sports gear and be ready to move. Opening your meet, you appeared in your MacKinnon jersey. “Of course you have a MacKinnon jersey Miss Y/L/N,” Cierra said laughing. You looked at her shocked.

“Who else should I have?” you laughed with her.

“Crosby,” Kiely unmuted herself quickly.

“I heard that Kiely!” Nate yelled from somewhere in the hallway. Your kids started laughing and you smiled at them, thankful to have them all healthy and safe in front of you, even if it was through a screen.

“Okie dokie kiddies. I have something fun planned for us today. Are you all ready to meet our special guests?”

“We know Mr. MacKinnon is there Miss Y/L/N,” Steven unmuted himself and laughed.

“I said guests as in plural Steven. But if you don’t want to meet him, I guess I can just send him back home,” you shrugged, starting to turn around in your chair.

“No no no! Steven stop talking. Miss Y/L/N, who is it?” Noah called, practically bouncing out of his seat.

“Hey, be nice Noah. Alright ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls. I would like you to meet your PE coaches for the day. Mr. MacKinnon you already know, but say hi!” your kids all unmuted themselves to say hello to Nate as he walked into the room. “Okay now, drumroll please! Your other PE coach, Mr. Crosby!” The screams of your kids had you pressing ‘mute all’ really quick. If only there was a mute all in real life. Sidney waved at your kids while Nate laughed as Kalel fell out of his chair in excitement. You saw parents running into the rooms of your students, all waving and excited themselves once they saw there was no danger.

After a 30 minute workout with Nate and Sid demonstrating and counting for the kids, you let them have time to talk with your class. They had been working so hard, you figured some time missed from learning to enjoy themselves in this hectic experience was needed. Friday was half day for you online, so after a math review and reading time, you said goodbye to your kids as they all started to log off. Waving till the last one left, you sunk back into your chair as you ended the call. Nate came into the room and placed a kiss on your forehead. “Thank you for doing that today,” you said, smiling at your boyfriend.

“Of course. I would do anything for you, you know that,” he said simply and you smiled. “I am mad at Kiely though. Why should you have a Crosby jersey?” Nate made a face and you giggled.

“She just wants what’s best for her teacher,” you teased him, leaning forward to give him a quick kiss and then standing up to head to the kitchen for a snack.

“Yeah sure,” Nate said, then comprehended what you just said. “Hey!” he ran after you, circling his arms around your waist while you laughed and tried to get away from him.

It was the last day of school for the year, and you were watching a movie with your kids on Google Meet. After the meet you talked about the summer and what they hoped to do if they could. You had them also talk about what their favorite part of the year was and what they look forward to in Junior High. “You guys know that I will always be here for you. I know you will all be awesome seventh graders and I can’t wait to run into you all at the grocery store one day and have you all tell me about it,” you said, starting to get choked up with having to say goodbye to them after such an insane year.

“I’m gonna miss you Teacher Mom,” Alexa unmuted herself and you almost broke. Even though you would get after her when she would call Nate Teacher Dad, you loved being her Teacher Mom.

“You’re going to make me cry,” you said, tearing up and laughing as your kids all started to unmute themselves to tell you not to cry.

“Miss Y/L/N, can you call Mr. MacKinnon into the room please?” Kiely asked softly and you nodded, figuring she wanted to say goodbye to him too. You called for Nate, laughing at a joke one of your boys told you while he walked into the room. Seeing him through the camera, you turned around in shock.

“What’s all of this?” you said to all the little presents and cards Nate was holding and placing down on the desk beside your laptop.

“We all wanted to get you something, so my mom emailed Mr. MacKinnon to plan how to get it to you!” Isaac shouted.

“Email?” you asked Nate, not knowing they had his email.

“Instagram,” he whispered. Your actual room mom DMed Nate.

“You guys! This is too much! Thank you,” you gushed, looking at the outpour of love from your class. “You’re all the best and I love you guys,” you said, not helping the tears that came to your eyes.

“Love you Miss Y/L/N!” a few of your girls shouted while your boys just laughed.

“There is also one more thing,” Nate muttered to you, rubbing the back of his neck. “You guys ready?” he asked your class, and you could hear the nerves in his voice. Why was he nervous? Your kids all nodded, big smiles on most of their faces. “Okay, hold them up.” You watched the screen as your kids held up colorful posters with different sayings on them. Confused, you started to read them.

“Teacher Mom + Teacher Dad”

“Congratulations!”

“Mrs. MacKinnon’s Class!”

“Say yes!” … Kiely’s had a picture of a ring on it. Your jaw dropped as your heartbeat sped up.

“Turn around!” Alexa yelled through the speakers. Spinning in your chair, you came face to face with Nate kneeling in front of you, a beautiful ring in his hands.

“I had a whole speech planned out, but I’m forgetting it now,” he chuckled and you giggled with him, more tears filling your eyes. “I know this time has been crazy, and I didn’t plan on purposing to you during a pandemic, but I didn’t want to wait any longer. I love you Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N. I’m thankful everyday that those kids brought you to the rink that day three years ago. I love having crafts all over my desk because you need more space, and I love being Teacher Dad; more than I thought I would. But most of all, I love the peace and steadiness you bring to my life, even if you’re running in circles yourself. I love you, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Will you marry me?”

“Say yes!” shouts came from behind you on the computer screen. You smiled, nodding your head.

“Yes, of course,” you said, tears falling. Nate smiled at you and slipped the ring on your finger, standing up and bringing you into a hug. He wanted to kiss you, but knew you would get mad that it was in front of your class. Cheers erupted from the meet, and you turned to see not only your students but their parents also. Laughing, you showed your class your ring quickly.

“Yay Teacher Mom and Teacher Dad!” Alexa shouted and you couldn’t get mad at her this time. After they all calmed down and you said your final goodbyes, you ended the meet and found Nate laying on the couch. You lowered yourself on top of him and kissed him.

“How did you get them to do that?” you asked, referring to the signs.

“When Isaac’s mom messaged me, I brought it up. She coordinated it all with the other parents,” he said and you laughed.

“I love you,” you said, kissing him again, Nate wrapped his arms around you, holding you close.

“I love you too, future Mrs. MacKinnon.”

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Paper Rings || Shawn Mendes

Description: After a little too much procrastination, your boyfriend helps you learn a craft to teach your students. Very loosely based off Paper Rings by Taylor Swift.

A/N: I have had just “paper rings” sitting in my notes literally since Lover came out. Then I added a quick one line of what I wanted to happen a few months later. And FINALLY the other day, inspiration struck and I came up with this cute lil thing. ALSO the fact that there’s absolutely no angst in this??? who am i??? Hope you love it anyway :)

Word Count: 2.6k

“Have you chosen your activity for the Fall Festival next week?” The principal of your school asked as she poked her head into your room.

You looked up from the dense pile of worksheets you were grading before you looked at your calendar next to you to see that the due date was tomorrow.

“Shoot, no, I haven’t,” you said through a sigh as you set your pen down and leaned back in your chair, cracking your knuckles and stretching out your back just to glance at the time and see it was already after 5:00.

She walked in and sat at the chair next to your desk and glanced down at the papers.

“Are you doing ok?” She asked with a small smile. “I know the first year teaching can be hard.”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine,” you said with a quick head nod. “Guess it’s my fault for assigning so much work.”

“It happens,” she said with a shrug as she picked one of the worksheets up to look at the math you were teaching your second-graders.

“I guess I just got caught up in things at home and got distracted from the many things I hadn’t graded yet,” you explained.

“Everything ok at home?” She asked hesitantly.

“Oh, yeah! I didn’t mean to sound like that was a bad thing. My boyfriend just travels a lot, so I get caught up in it every now and then,” you said as you glanced down at the framed photo on your desk from a vacation you took the summer before.

“Well, I know everyone is going to tell you to keep those two things separate, but it’s hard not to. As long as the two of you understand that you both have your own things to take care of, the rest falls into place. He seems like a really great guy,” she offered.

“Thanks, Beth,” you responded as you started packing up some of the papers in hopes of finishing a few more tonight once you got home.

She stood up with you, handing back the worksheet and giving you one last smile and wave before heading out of the room.

You let out a sigh as you checked your phone to see a few messages from Shawn asking when you’d be home. You sent him a response that you were on your way before locking up your classroom and going home.

You could smell the pasta coming from the kitchen the moment you opened the door. John Mayer was playing through the speakers as you walked through the dining room, instantly feeling relaxed.

“Hey,” you said softly as you walked up to Shawn stirring the sauce on the stovetop.

He looked up at you and smiled before leaning closer to press a quick kiss to your cheek before turning off the burners.

“Just a few more minutes, and dinner will be ready,” he said before straining the pasta.

“Sounds good,” you said before setting your stuff down in your room and making your way back to him, wrapping your arms around his torso from behind as he rested one of his hands on top of both of yours, your cheek pressed firmly against his back.

“You ok?” He asked cautiously, craning his neck back to get a peak of you.

You let out a sigh and nodded your head as best you could.

“Yeah, just a long week,” you mumbled.

Shawn’s grip tightened against your hand as he mixed the pot once more before turning around and placing his hands against your cheeks.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” He asked softly, his breath fanning over your lips.

You pressed a quick kiss to his lips before saying, “Yeah.”

So Shawn scooped the pasta on to two plates and poured two glasses of wine (“I know it’s a Thursday, but you can’t have pasta without wine. That would be a crime,” he claimed when you fought him on opening a new bottle) and met you at the table where you now sat in running shorts and an oversized t-shirt.

“It’s my first year teaching, and I get that they can’t teach you everything in college, but shit, I feel like I know nothing sometimes,” you ranted as you poked at your food. “And then on top of the actual teaching, you have to make sure the kids are ok mentally and everything is ok at home and they have materials outside of class to work with and now I need a craft for the damn Fall Festival.”

“A craft?” Shawn questioned after setting down his glass.

You sighed before leaning back in your chair.

“Yeah, there’s a day in the fall where the kids do a different activity in each room. I was told about this weeks ago, and I still don’t know what to do,” you said.

“Any ideas at all?” He questioned.

“I’ve been thinking we can just meditate, so I can sit in silence but something tells me elementary schoolers wouldn’t think it’s that fun,” you said.

Shawn stifled a laugh as he nodded his head, “Personally, I would be in, but I do realize I’m not seven.”

“Every time I thought I came up with something unique, I’d check the sheet and someone else already took it, so I’m open to absolutely anything you have,” you said as you set your fork down.

“You could just turn on music and do a dance party?”

“Taken. The music teacher came up with that one at lightning speed.”

“Hm, ok. What about just coloring? Do fall themed coloring pages?”

“Taken.”

“Friendship bracelets?”

“Taken.”

“Oh, huh, well…” he trailed off as he stared at the ceiling with a crease in his eyebrows. His hands flew up and back down to his legs dramatically. “Paper mache?”

“Yuck, way too messy,” you said with a nose crinkle.

“Origami?” He said with eyebrows raised.

You cocked your head to the side and studied his excited expression as you thought about it.

“That could actually work,” you said quietly as you grabbed your laptop from the counter to look at the sign-up sheet. “And no one has it!”

“Perfect! Easy! You can do those little fortune things!” He said, making the back and forth gestures with his hands to get his point across.

“I feel like I could tailor it to the grades, too. Like the Kindergarteners could do something easy like a basic paper airplane, and the fifth-graders could do something more complicated like those little swans,” you said as you started to pull up instructions.

“Do you know how to do any origami?” Shawn asked as he peered over at your screen.

“No, not at all,” you said. “Well, I used to be able to do it when I was younger. I was actually pretty good, but I can only remember how to make a heart now.”

“Well, you’ve got some learning to do,” Shawn said as he grabbed your plate and glass.

“We have some learning to do,” you corrected him as you shot him a sweet smile.

He leaned against the counter and looked at you from across the room with a deadpan look on his face.

“We?”

“We.”

He sighed and hung his head before looking back up at you.

“You know I’d do anything for you, and you take advantage of that a lot,” he pointed out.

“I know,” you returned as you continued opening up new windows to look for new shapes.

“And to think if you didn’t procrastinate, we could’ve just made a child-friendly playlist to dance to,” he whispered in your ear as he leaned on the back of your chair, looking over your shoulder.

“Don’t talk about it,” you squealed as he pressed kisses down the side of your neck.

The next night the two of you had patterned origami paper and instruction sheets scattered across the kitchen table as you both attempted to learn how to make a chair for the chair and table set you were going to have the third graders make.

“I’m confused. What does this arrow mean?” Shawn asked you as he pointed to one of the pictures.

“You tuck it into the slot,” you said as you showed him yours.

“I don’t have a slot.”

You looked up from your nearly finished chair to see that he was right. He had no slot.

“How did you manage to do that?” You asked him as you studied his shape.

“I have absolutely no idea,” he said as he stared at it with you.

You tossed it in the trash bag before either of you could think about it any longer.

“Hey,” Shawn said softly as he stared at the trash bag.

“I already have it figured out, so you don’t have to keep struggling,” you said as you placed your small chair in front of him.

“It’s so cute,” he said quietly as he placed it by the table he had figured out a half-hour ago.

“Ok, now let’s work on this jewelry set for the fifth-grade girls,” you said as you placed a packet in front of him.

He flipped through it and scanned over the directions.

“A packet?” He questioned as he gave you a look.

“Yep,” you said through a yawn.

“I think we should call it a night,” he said as he pushed the pages toward the center of the table.

“No, let’s just keep going,” you said as you widened your eyes for a second as you stared at the directions.

After a few moments of silence and Shawn waiting for you to buckle, you finally did.

“Ok, let’s go to bed,” you finally mumbled after crumpling the half-done charm.

“That’s what I thought,” Shawn said as he stood up and held his hand out for you.

You gripped onto his hand as he pulled you to your room, pulling you under the covers with him immediately. You landed on top of him, your legs settling on either side of his waist as you buried your head into his chest and his hand ran up and down your back.

“I’m so proud of you,” Shawn whispered as his other hand tangled into the ends of your hair.

You adjusted your head so you could look up at him.

“Thanks, bub,” you said back just as softly.

“I could just never do what you do,” he started, shaking his head for a moment before continuing. “Like, the stories you tell me and the kids you’ve bonded with and the influence you have on them. You’re really making a difference in these kids’ lives. I don’t think you notice that as much as other people do.”

You stayed quiet as you mulled over what Shawn had just said.

“I just feel like sometimes I’m still not doing enough,” you mumbled.

“Hey,” Shawn whispered harshly, tapping your back to get you to look at him. “It’s your first year, and you’re doing the best you can. The kids love you and feel comfortable with you and they’re making progress and that’s all that matters.”

You stayed quiet, choosing to stare at your dresser instead of Shawn,

“[Y/N],” he mumbled.

Before you could answer, he flipped you over, hovering on top of you as you looked up at him.

“You’re an amazing teacher, and you’re only going to get better and better. I love you, and I love what you do,” he said before pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“I love you, too,” you said as he smiled down at you. “And I am a good teacher.”

He laid back down next to you, pulling you against his side before you looped one of your legs around his.

“The best teacher,” he repeated. “And soon the best teacher who also does some decent origami.”

The next morning, the two of you dove into the jewelry packet as you drank your coffee. Shawn figured out the star charm pretty quickly as you worked on a heart version. Shawn eventually moved onto a ring as you folded small pieces together to make a bracelet.

“This is stupid,” you mumbled as you added the last piece and throw it in the middle of the table.

“I think it’s gorgeous,” Shawn said as he picked it up and tried to slip it onto his own wrist.

“It was made to fit a fourth-grader,” you pointed out.

“Are you saying I don’t have the hands of a fourth-grader?” He said as he gave you a pointed look.

“That’s exactly what I’m saying,” you said as you flipped to the ring instructions as well.

“Done,” Shawn proclaimed as you barely made your first fold.

You glanced up at him to see him proudly holding out the ring in front of him.

“I hate you,” you mumbled as you tried the next step.

Shawn grabbed your hand before you could make the next fold and slipped the ring onto your left ring finger. You looked from him to the paper ring as he just stared at it.

“It looks good there,” he said softly as he ran his thumb along the top of it.

“Yeah, it does,” you replied as you looked back up at him.

Comfortable silence flowed between the two of you as Shawn continued to hold your hand in his. After a moment he cleared his throat and pulled away, moving to work on the final piece and leaving the ring on your finger.

You didn’t take it off.

And it stayed there as the two of you finished learning all of the steps and packing up the paper and instruction packets to bring to school with you on Monday.

After spending the rest of the day cleaning up the house after a long week, Shawn laid in bed and waited for you, scrolling through his phone.

You shut the door behind you before you crawled in next to Shawn and buried your head in his shoulder with your arm draped over his middle.

“You’re still wearing this?” Shawn asked as he fiddled with the paper ring still on your finger.

“Mhm,” you mumbled as you held it up. “I always wanted a pink paper ring.”

“Think we can switch it out for this one?” Shawn said as he pulled out a black velvet box.

Your breathing stopped as he opened the box to show you your dream ring.

You shot up as your hand flew to your mouth. Shawn slowly sat up as well, holding the box tightly in his hands.

“Will you marry me?” He asked with a genuine smile on his face as tears streamed down your face.

“Yes,” you choked out as you lunged on top of him, wrapping yourself around him as he held you tightly.

You leaned back in his lap, holding your shaking hand out as he removed the paper ring and slipped on the new one.

“Much better,” he whispered before finally pressing his lips to yours.

“I would’ve married you with the paper one,” you whispered against his lips as he smiled.

“I’m well aware. That’s why I had to switch it out as soon as possible,” he said through a laugh before you pressed another kiss to his lips to shut him up.

“I think I like this one a little better,” you said as you leaned your head on his shoulder and looked down at the ring.

“Only a little?”

“Yeah,” you sighed. “I have to keep you humble.”

You could feel him laugh against your shoulder before the two of you moved back to laying down.

“Do you want me to make your wedding band out of origami?” You asked him after a moment of silence.

“Absolutely not.”

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harryspet · 4 years

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Could you possibly write some dark Bucky Barnes ? Maybe the reader is super innocent and he takes advantage of it?

party princess | bucky barnes

[Warnings] dark bucky barnes x innocent reader, natasha x reader (sort of), nanny reader, manipulation, affair, drunk consent (dubcon?), little editing

A/N: I’m gonna be honest and say that I basically DNF’d this one-shot after working on it for awhile. I liked the idea at first but then towards the middle my interests in it got a little iffy. anyways, I hope you can still enjoy it for what it is. I’ll def try to write more stories like this in the future!

In which married Bucky takes advantage of the birthday party princess.

word count: 2.5k

“Okay, let’s see, who wants to have their wish granted?”

The crowd of first graders erupted but you quickly held up your hands to shush them, “Before I can use my magic on any of my little friends, I have to make sure you’re all good little girls and boys. How many of you are kind to your friends and listen to your Mommies and Daddies?”

Hands raised and you smiled, “That’s very good, my friends. If you want to be a princess like me or a prince, then are certain things you have to do. Princess’s are polite, kind, and most important of all …” A hush fell over the crowd as they listened patiently before you suddenly exploded with giddiness, “They like to sing and dance! Will you sing a song with me, friends?”

Bucky watched from behind the glass door as you twirled around on the terrace. He sipped at his bottle of beer, noting how your eyes lit up as the group of children gather around you. They wanted to touch your ball gown and have you tap them with your fairy wand so you could grant their wishes. You seemed to be in your element and you hadn’t fallen out of character once as you pranced around in your fairy princess costume. It was a character from the latest Disney junior show that his daughter had recently fallen in love with and Natasha had the idea of hiring a party princess for her fifth birthday party.

Both Natasha and Bucky were surprised when you volunteered to do it. You loved makeup and the idea of making their daughter’s birthday spectacular seemed like fun. Besides, you had only been nannying with the Barnes family for a couple of weeks and you wanted to make even more of a good impression.

“I’m starting to think she actually has magic,” Natasha commented, and Bucky turned to see her placing candles on their daughter’s birthday cake, “I can barely handle our baby girl alone and yet she’s tamed fifteen of them.”

“She’s really something, isn’t she?” Bucky smirked and Natasha grinned, lighting the candles.

“Keep it in your pants for now,” Natasha stated slyly, “C’mon Daddy, let’s sing happy birthday.”

As he opened the sliding door for Natasha, she rolled out the cake and the entire terrace erupted with singing. Bucky joined along, of course, watching as his daughter grabbed your hand and dragged you over to the cake. You sang happily, encouraging her to blow out the candles and make a wish when the song had ended.

Natasha took a million pictures of you and, out of the corner of your eyes, you could feel Mr. Barnes’ gaze on you. You hoped that meant you were doing a good job. Keeping a smile on your face for that long was quite a lot of work. You watched as the birthday girl ran up to her father and he swung her in his arms.

You had already noticed what a beautiful family they were and how incredibly lucky they were to live in such a nice part of town. You hoped to have something like this one day and to find someone as attentive as Mr. Barnes. You were holding a little girl in your lap as she was asking if you personally knew Mulan before you heard a gagging noise.

Before you knew it, icing colored vomit was dripping down the bottom of your dress.

Her mother came quickly, swooping the little girl from your arms, “I’m so so so sorry! She must’ve had too much cake,” You only smiled, trying to hide any disgust that you felt.

“It’s okay,” You stood, making sure the little girl wasn’t embarrassed, “Even princess’s get tummy aches. Besides, I have lots of dresses in my castle.”

You felt a hand on the small of your back and turned to see Mr. Barnes, “The princess will be back in just a moment,” He spoke to the crowd of first graders as if to say that he’d personally help out with your accident.

“I’m just going to return to my castle for a moment, friends” You assured the little ones with a smile, as Bucky helped you with the long train of your dress. Natasha had spent a fortune on the dress just to make sure it was realistic. He helped you inside, and as the sliding glass door closed, you let out a breath of air.

Your smile fell a little though you didn’t want to appear completely tired in front of Mr. Barnes. One hand carrying your train and the metal one on your back, he led you towards the master bedroom. At first, you blushed but then you realized that was probably where the most room was.

“You looked like you were having fun out there,” Bucky commented.

“It’s nice making them smile,” You spoke earnestly and part of Bucky told him to beware. You were too pure for him to dip his fingers into yet he still wanted to taste you.

“Do you want to take off your dress?” Bucky smiled evilly as your eyes widened and your cheeks heated with embarrassment.

It took a minute for you to realize what he was actually asking, “W-Well, the show must go on, right? I think I can just try to wipe it with a wet washcloth and hope for the best. I don’t want to let this ruin the party.”

Bucky nodded though he added, “My daughter loves you so I doubt you could ever ruin anything.” That made you genuinely smile because you knew then that the impression you were trying so hard to make was definitely good. Natasha had even said you deserved a raise before you’d gotten thrown upon.

Bucky led you into the bathroom before he retrieved a washcloth and ran in under the sinkwater for you. You couldn’t help but admire the luxury of it all, the tall ceilings and the chandelier that hung. You could fit the size of your entire apartment in their bathroom.

You sat down on the tub and began to scrub at your dress, “I really appreciate you guys giving me a chance. I know I didn’t have as many qualifications as the other girls,” Bucky knew you’d be grateful for that. Your interview with them was good and Natasha liked your personality but Bucky wanted you because of your beauty and youth.

“You’re a hard worker, Y/N,” You liked the way your name rolled off his tongue like you could hear the satisfaction in each syllable. “Natasha and I were thinking … I’m not sure she’d want me to mention it yet-”

“What were you thinking?” You looked up with curious eyes, “I mean, of course, you don’t have to tell me, sorry.”

Be patient with her, Natasha had told him. But looking down at how the heart shape neckline of your dress exposed your breasts, patience was the last thing on his mind.

“We wanted you to stay with us, join our staff full time. Nat wants to start working more and it’s hard for both of us to keep up with things around the house.”

“Really?” You perked up, your eyes wide with excitement, “I’d love that. I’d love that so much, Mr. Barnes.”

Bucky admired the light in your eyes and knew the power he held over your life. You wanted this job desperately since it was probably the best you were going to do. You’d probably do a lot to keep it as well.

“I’m sure Nat will be glad to hear it …. and you can call me Bucky, Y/N. Might as well drop the formalities if we’re going to be getting closer.”

Closer in proximity is what you thought he meant, “Sounds good, Bucky.”

It had been a few weeks since you’d moved into their luxurious home. It had been a complete dream especially with the huge pay raise that it had earned you.

“Do you have a boyfriend, Y/N?” You looked up abruptly from where you were wiping down the kitchen counter. Natasha was sitting down at the island, typing away at her laptop, while she looked you over. You still had paint on your hands and on your cheek from the painting session you had with her daughter. Now the little girl was down for her night and Natasha thought it was the perfect time to get some information, “I mean, you just never mention anyone.”

“I-I don’t,” Your cheeks heated from embarrassment, “Dating isn’t really … my thing.”

“Why’s that? You’re a lovely girl, Y/N.”

Why was she saying all this? Why the sudden curiosity? Was she worried you’d bring someone around her daughter?

“I-It’s just hard. With kids, I’m confident but, with adults, not so much.”

“Bucky used to be that way,” You weren’t expecting to hear about him, “When I met him, he was very closed off. He thought dating was still like it is in the ’40s. Sure, it’s nice to settle down but everyone these days is so … open. You know what I mean?”

You tilted your head to the side, “But you and Bucky settled down?”

“Yes, we love each other and I wanted kids so it made sense. But we still like to keep things interesting. We want to make sure each of us happy.”

“How … How do you do that?”

Natasha bit down on her lip as she thought for a moment, “Let’s have a glass of wine,” She spoke, getting up from her seat.

“Oh, I don’t drink,” You rushed out nervously, “I mean, I’ve never done it before.”

She was still moving towards the wine cabinet, “There’s a first time for everything, right? C’mon have a drink with your boss.” Your boss, right. She was speaking so casually that you had almost forgotten the line between you.

“Are you sure? What about-”

“Bucky won’t be home until late and the little one is fast asleep. We can have some girl talk, it’ll be fun. One glass won’t do any harm,” Natasha sat the two glasses on the counter before she started to pour you some red wine.

You’d probably be good after one glass but the universe didn’t work in your favor that night. There was a second after the first glass and now you were a giggling mess.

Natasha managed to reach into the deepest parts of your past and had you laughing at the same time. You were exactly as she had previously predicted. You had a sheltered life, you grew up disadvantaged but had religious parents. They shamed you into not doing a lot of things but Natasha manages to drill into you that “you shouldn’t be ashamed of anything you do”.

When Bucky strolled in later that night, he found you and Nat sprawled on the couch in the living room. Whatever plan Nat had was working on, it was clearly successful, “Bucky, honey, come sit with us!”

You set your glass down, realizing how comfortable you had gotten, “Don’t be shy now, Y/N,” Nat said to you as Bucky took a seat beside her, “Y/N was telling me about her love life.”

You stared at Nat in disbelief. You understood talking about this stuff with her because she was a girl but with Bucky? “It’s exciting, I hope. There are lots of people in New York.”

“A-Actually, I-”

Natasha placed a hand on Bucky’s leg, taking another sip of wine before saying, “She’s a virgin.”

Bucky looked you over with a smirk, “And I thought the fairy princess stuff was an act ... “

You weren’t sure if you should be offended so you only said, “It’s not like that. I still know things ... “

Natasha handed her glass of wine to Bucky before standing and walking to where you were sitting on the couch. She held her hands out to you and you took them hesitantly. She pulled you up so you were standing impossibly close to her, “How much do you know, honey?”

“I … “

“Don’t you want to learn some things? So you can please the man in your life?”

“You won’t be much use to your future boyfriend if you don’t know how to please him,” Bucky interjected, leaning forward.

You hadn’t even thought of it that way …Maybe it was the wine or something because you didn’t object to their words. “I don’t think I can ... “

Natasha still held your hands as she guided you over to where Bucky was sitting, “Of course you can,” Before you knew it, she was pushing you into his lap. You felt his hands tightening on your waist and you began to panic.

“Mr. and Mrs. Barnes-”

“It’s okay,” Natasha grabbed your chin, forcing you to look up at her as his cold hand roamed over your thigh, “We’re gonna help each other out. You can’t go the rest of your life without knowing how to please a man. How I please Bucky is with girls like you, understand?”

It was so far from anything you had ever experienced that you weren’t sure if you did understand. That didn’t stop Bucky from pressing his front to you, grabbing at your breast and rubbing circles against your nipples through your top, “Let me teach you, Y/N, I promise I won’t bite” He whispered into your ear and it must’ve been the wine that makes you whisper back, “O-Okay.”

You’d be lying if you said you never thought about Bucky in that way but the thoughts had never gone far because of Natasha.

Natasha stepped away from a small grin on her face. After Bucky got his hands on one of the innocent dolls like you, it seemed to turn him into a complete animal in bed, and Natasha loved dealing with the consequences, “Bucky’s going to be very gentle with you, honey. Just give a shout if you need anything.”

Bucky watched as his wife stepped away, knowing he liked to watch her go. He turned his head back to you, dipping his face into your neck, starting to kiss the sensitive area there. It sent fire through you, not only to your cheeks but all over your body, “What do you know about kissing, Y/N?” Again, he could tell you were only pretending as you stuttered over your response, “Then I’m your first?”

You nodded. Nat had really hit the jackpot. He was going to thank her really well later.

Bucky’s hand stroked your bottom lips for a moment, “Just relax,” You did your best but you couldn’t help but tense as he leaned into you and pressed his lips against yours. You thought it would be a short moment but his hands roamed over your bare legs as the tip of his tongue began to pry open your mouth.

You let him and soon you were trying to copy his movements by moving your mouth against his. When he finally did pull away, you thought you might have totally embarrassed yourself, “Was that bad?”

Bucky immediately shook his head, “You’re a natural, baby.”

i really wanted to write more but i kinda just lost inspo : / and I didn’t just want to not post it.

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kurt-nightcrawler · 4 years

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𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐌𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐍𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Request 1: Omg I just read the I have a boyfriend and the opposites attract and I'm aksjksjeje. Idk if ur taking requests, but in case u are I need more on that mother nature reader and Warren pleaaaaseee!!! Maybe something with angst, like some conflict in their relationship, but with a happy would be greatttttt I absolutely love ur writing x

Request 2: I have a idea for mother nature x warren: how about an angsty fic about their first fight? And for the first time mother nature feels heartbreak and is really hurt. Her eyes are pitch black and empty. Usually, when she relaxes, she grows pumpkins etc. But this time all the vegatables are rotten or too small. Maybe you feel inspired by this :) (would be great if it has a happy ending though haha) Thank you, you're great!

Warnings: Language, mentions of sex, underage drinking, panic attack, and assault

Word Count: 8k

A/N: This took a long time but I hope you guys enjoy it! This builds more into Warren and Mother Nature’s relationship, probably set before fairytale

Everything had been perfect. Halloween was coming up, and (Y/N) asked Jubilee if she’d do a group costume with her and another girl.

Jubilee said yes, trusting (Y/N)’s opinion on people, for she always saw the good in them.

Jubilee took her, and the other girl, Jessie Rowe, to one of those pop up Halloween shops to look for costumes.

“We can just get inspired if we don’t see anything perfect, you know?” Jubilee said. “We can always make our costumes.” (Y/N) nodded while looking at the different colored crayon costumes.

“But it would be so much easier just to get one now. We could all go as like— sexy angels or something. In honor of Warren!” Jessie suggested.

(Y/N) grimaced a little at the outfit Jessie held up. She didn’t feel comfortable wearing something so thin and tight at some house party on a cold October night.

Jubilee laughed, “That’d be cute.”

“Come on,” Jessie nudged her. “(Y/N), I bet your boyfriend would go nuts seeing you in this.”

“Mmm, I think he might find it kind of offensive or something…” She didn’t want to go as a sexy anything for Halloween. No offense to anyone who did dress sexy on Halloween, but that just wasn’t (Y/N)’s vibe. “Not my thing anyway…”

“Oh, come on! He wouldn’t be offended; Warren’s such an angel. I bet he’d fuck you if you wore this.”

(Y/N)’s eyes went wide with shock. She’d never had someone be so blunt and explicit with her— Well, she had, but it wasn’t directed at her.

“Um, we’re going to a party, Jess…” (Y/N) awkwardly reminded her.

“I know, but you guys could sneak off somewhere or leave early. People do it all the time.”

“What about vampires?!” Jubilee interrupted, holding packages of fake fangs in her hands.

“Oh, that’d be fun! And we could get fake blood too!” Jessie put the angel outfit back on the rack and went to a different area with Jubilee.

(Y/N) followed behind, thankful for the interruption, but still thinking about Jessie’s comment.

“If you two do decide to fuck at the party, I want all the details…”

Why did she care so much if Warren and I are having sex?

She tried to focus on other things as Jubilee attempted to change the subject.

“Fruits? Personally, I’d like to be a strawberry.”

Jessie laughed, “We’re not in elementary.” Jubilee shrugged before holding up a banana costume and made a suggestive joke. Jessie and (Y/N) laughed at her.

“I think we should be pink ladies.” Jessie morphed her voice to sound like Olivia Newton-John.

“From Grease? But that’s so overdone,” Jubilee didn’t like the idea, but it was the first decent one Jessie had all day.

“I mean, if someone else shows up in the same costume, we’re technically not matching…” (Y/N) said.

“See?” Jessie smiled. “(Y/N)‘s smart!”

“Alright, alright, give me some time. I’ll think about it,” Jubilee stated.

“Trust me; you’ll come around.”

Warren was lying in bed, fast asleep. He’d just showered after training with Mystique and got his ass kicked. Even when he thought he was getting better, he still wasn't as good as her.

(Y/N) entered the room, excited to tell Warren about her Halloween costume plans.

Sure, she could have just texted him, but she hadn’t seen him all day.

“Warren, Angel baby—“ She quickly shut her mouth when she saw him sprawled over his bed, fast asleep.

She cooed over his sleeping figure, tempted to leave him as he was.

What if he’s been asleep for hours? Or all morning? It’s still light out, though. I better wake him up anyway.

(Y/N) tapped his shoulder and said his name a few times, trying to get a response from him.

He slowly stirred in his slumber, waking up from (Y/N)‘s interruption. “Hmm?...”

“Hey, War,”

“Mmm… what time is it?”

“3:48.”

“Join me.” (Y/N) sat on his bed, sitting next to him as he shifted, snuggling next to her, and slowly woke up. “How’d shopping go with Jubilee?”

“It was alright.” (Y/N) massaged his scalp as she retold her day. “Jessie kept shooting down our ideas and the ones she had Jubilee never really liked, so we didn’t exactly settle on anything…”

Warren looked up at her. “I thought you guys were going as crayons?”

“Jessie said no.”

“Why?”

(Y/N) shrugged, “She suggested we go as sexy angels.”

Warren’s facial expression was piqued with interest, despite him trying not to show it.

“I said that would be offensive to you, and we’d freeze to death anyway.”

Warren chuckled, “I’ll be there to keep you warm.”

“Aren’t you gonna be shirtless?”

“Maybe. I said I might— Roger Taylor didn’t wear a shirt most of the time.”

Warren was teaming up with Kurt, Scott, and Peter to dress up as Queen, the rock band, for Halloween.

“You could get sick! It might even rain on Halloween, which will make you even colder!”

“I’ll be fine.” Warren wasn’t too worried.

“Wear a jacket, please.”

“I will. I will…”

(Y/N) huffed, “Good… Cause if you don’t, I’ll bring you one, and it will be tacky and ugly and totally ruin your costume. So you better bring one…” She jokingly threatened.

Warren chuckled, “Yes, Mom.” (Y/N) laughed at his demeanor.

Warren looked up at her, lifting his head up, lips puckered. A way of silently asking for a kiss.

(Y/N) complied, and gave him a peck on the lips.

“Wanna get some food? I’m kind of hungry.”

Warren nodded. He finally, and officially, got out of bed since his nap, (Y/N) next to him.

As they were about to leave his room, a leaf fell from (Y/N)‘s head.

“You dropped a leaf.”

She frowned, eyes purple with embarrassment, “That’s the fifth one this week.”

Warren bent down to pick it up. “It’s fall. I’m surprised you still have a few left.”

“I’ve still got about a month.”

The vines wrapped around (Y/N)’s legs and the leaves in her hair were shedding— Just like the trees outside, as the weather dropped and plants prepared for winter.

Warren took the leaf and set it in a book. He liked to press any of (Y/N)‘s leaves he could get his hands on.

She thought it was silly, they were just leaves, but Warren liked them.

(Y/N) rummaged through the fridge for something to eat.

“I think there’s leftover Chinese from last night,” Warren told her.

“Yeah, but I don’t want to take those. They aren’t mine.”

“You can say I ate them. Ororo and Kurt took my pizza after we went to East Village Pizza.”

“Didn’t you label the box?”

Warren nodded, “Yeah, but it’s Kurt and Ororo. They ignored it.”

(Y/N) stifled a laugh as she took out some milk, deciding to make mac and cheese.

“They’re the only ones who don’t fear me.” He joked.

“Hey! I’m right here… and besides—“ She turned the stovetop on. “—No one here “fears” you. Not even the little kids. Jamie Donaldson told me he wanted to be you for Halloween.”

Warren tilted his head slightly in confusion.

The water in the pot had reached a boil and (Y/N) poured the dried noodles into it. “He said you were his hero. That he wanted to be like you when he got older.”

Warren dismissed it, “His friends are gonna tease him.”

“I’m sure they already do… he has gills… Deny it all you want, Worthington, but you’re not tough as nails. Underneath the metal, you’re a big softie who cries during The Notebook, and helps Alex teach the second graders.”

“Babe, everyone cries during the notebook, and I had a free period, and Alex needed help.”

(Y/N) nodded, “Mmhmm… well, you can’t let Jamie down. It would crush him.”

“I’m no—“ Warren stopped.

“You’re no what?” (Y/N) teased nonchalantly. She knew what he was going to say.

“You’ve trapped me.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“I’m not gonna say it.”

(Y/N) mixed the milk, butter, and cheese powder in a separate bowl. “Say what?”

“Oh, so that’s how we’re gonna play it?”

“You’re too hard on yourself! Be honest and caring for once.” (Y/N) pouted.

“I’m not saying it. It’s dumb and cheesy.”

“Fine. Then you don’t get any of my mac and cheese.”

“I’ll steal some when you’re not looking.”

(Y/N) widened her eyes for comical intimidation. “I’m always looking.”

Warren crossed his arms, “I’m still not going to say it.”

“Please…”

“I’m a bad person, (Y/N), I’ve done bad things…”

(Y/N) chuckled lightly, “Isn’t your therapist Brenda helping you not sound like Batman so much?”

“Yeah.”

(Y/N) kissed his nose. “Okay, Angel.”

“(Y/N), I’m not—“

“Yes, you are! Say it.”

“Fine,” He caved. “I’m an angel.”

“Say it like you mean it. A positive tone of voice and affirmations improve a plant’s lifestyle and growth.”

Warren couldn’t deny the small smile on his face, “I’m an angel.”

(Y/N) squealed and kissed Warren’s lips. His cheeks were red, for he was flustered.

“Can you get some bowls? Mac and cheese is done.”

“Yeah, sure.” Warren got two bowls and forks for them both and set them on the counter.

(Y/N) scooped some macaroni into both bowls, then she and Warren sat on the barstools on the other side of the counter and chowed down.

Jessie entered the kitchen as they ate their food.

“Hey, (Y/N). Hey, Warren.”

“Hey, Jessie! I just made some Mac and cheese if you’re hungry.”

“I’m good, thanks. I don’t really eat carbs.”

“Oh… Okay…” (Y/N) looked down nervously at her bowl, trying to hide her purple eyes.

“Yeah, they just don’t agree with me, ya know?”

(Y/N) nodded, “Yeah, yeah, I don’t really like hot Cheetos.”

“See? We’re practically one and the same.” Jessie smirked.

Warren’s gaze kept shifting between the girls. He was confused at the tone of the conversation.

“Anyway, I came down here looking for you.” She said to (Y/N).

“Really? What’s up?”

“I convinced Jubilee that we should go as pink ladies.”

“That’s great!”

Jessie nodded, “We’re gonna get the stuff we need for our costumes tomorrow.”

“Sounds good to me.” (Y/N) said.

“Uh, huh… what are you going as for Halloween?” Jessie asked Warren.

“A few other guys and I are going as Queen.”

“Ooooo! I love their music.”

Warren nodded, “Scott’s going as John Deacon, Peter’s going as Brian May, I’m going as Roger Taylor, and Kurt’s going as Freddie Mercury.”

Her voice shifted to a flawless British accent, “Well, I’m sure you’ll look amazing, darling.”

Warren laughed, “Thanks.”

“Of course… (Y/N) I’ll talk to you later about Halloween stuff.”

“Okay. See you later.”

As Jessie sauntered away, Warren was a bit unsettled by Jessie’s attitude but was more worried about his girlfriend.

“You need to eat some carbs…” (Y/N) mumbled.

“She’s probably just doing some fad diet,” Warren reassured her.

“I dunno…”

Warren shrugged and gave her shoulder a gentle squeeze, “There’s no harm in eating macaroni… and no matter what you do, you’ll always be healthier than Peter.”

“Oh god, yeah,” (Y/N) jokingly grimaced. No offense to Pete’s lifestyle, but consuming only twinkies and Diet Pepsi would not go down well for Mother Nature, or anyone else.

“I’m gonna save the rest for later.” (Y/N) went through a cabinet looking for some Tupperware.

“Alright. Want me to put what we didn’t touch in another container?”

“Sure.”

—

The girls all grabbed pink ladies jackets and paid for them.

“I was thinking we wear all black— heels, shirt, and leggings or maybe like a skirt or something.”

“Heels?!” Jubilee shrieked. “You’re crazy if you think I’m gonna wear heels all night on Halloween.”

“It’s just for pictures,” Jessie reassured her. “And besides, you’ll kick them off at the door anyway.”

“Why would I wanna roam around barefoot at a party?”

“(Y/N)‘s barefoot all the time. To feel one with nature.”

(Y/N) furrowed her brows, eyes orange. “No, I’m not. I rarely ever do that…”

Jessie held up her hands in surrender, “Well, I heard it from Nancy Robinson…”

“She’s wrong… I told her I connect easily with plants.”

“She must have misunderstood.”

(Y/N) nodded, unsettled.

“Do you guys wanna go to the mall? There’s this cute little black dress at Forever 21 I wanna get for Halloween.”

“Yeah, sure.”

“Yeah, that’s fine.”

“I need to get some more foundation at Sephora,” Jessie stated.

“Good, cause we were going anyway.” Jubilee joked threateningly. Jessie and (Y/N) laughed.

As they walked around the Sephora, Jubilee scanned the isles for blue eyeshadows in different shades.

“Kurt asked me to do his makeup for Halloween. He wanted some 70s glam rock.”

“You’re gonna do a great job!” (Y/N) told her.

“For sure— I’m also doing Warren’s and Peter’s too.”

“They’re all going to look great. I hope we can get a group photo of them before they get all sweaty and tired out.”

Jubilee nodded, smiling, while she placed all her items on the counter to be rung up.

“Why didn’t Warren ask you to do his makeup?” Jessie asked.

“Oh, uh… I dunno.” (Y/N) shrugged. “I’m not very good at super dramatic glittery looks.”

“I’m just surprised he didn’t ask you, is all. I thought he would’ve, considering you’re dating.”

“I mean, he’ll probably ask to borrow my mascara or something... It’s not a big deal.”

Jessie raised her eyebrows in questioning before paying for her foundation. “If Scott was going to wear makeup, I’m sure he’d ask Jean to do it for him.”

“Scott would just want an excuse for his face to be inches away from Jean’s face, and for her to constantly be gazing into his eyes and glancing at his lips. Until they finally break the tension and spend the whole time making out, and Scott’s still not even wearing any makeup by the end.” Jubilee states.

“That’s very specific… Also, don’t they kind of do that already, anyway?” (Y/N) asked.

“Yeah,” Jubilee chuckled.

“Still, I don’t know why Warren didn’t ask you.” Jessie interrupted. “Maybe you should ask him.”

(Y/N) nodded, “Yeah, uh, I— I might.”

—

Warren was lounged on (Y/N)’s bed, focusing on a textbook assignment.

“Why didn’t you ask me to do your makeup?”

Warren looked up. “Hmm?”

“Jubilee said you asked her to do your makeup for Halloween… I could’ve done it.”

“Oh, uh, I mean Kurt asked her to do his, and then Peter asked her, and we both figured why not do mine too? She’s just going to do some eyeliner and highlighter. It’s no big deal.”

“Oh…” (Y/N)’s eyes flashed purple.

“Do you want to do my makeup?”

(Y/N) shook her head, her eyes slightly red and orange. “Never mind… It was stupid… I’m not even that good at makeup…”

Warren blinked, no longer focused on his homework. “Are you okay?”

“What? Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?”

“I mean, if you wanna do my makeup, go ahead. I don’t care. If it’s that big of an issue—“

“It’s not an issue. I was just wondering why you didn’t ask me.”

“I didn’t think you’d want to do my makeup.”

(Y/N) pursed her lips. He was kind of right. She really couldn’t have cared less— Halloween was proving to be so stressful already.

“Yeah…” She mumbled.

“See, problem solved.”

A weird feeling of tension filled the air.

Warren and (Y/N) never fought, and they rarely argued or bickered over things that weren’t Warren’s low self-esteem.

Despite him saying, “Problem solved.” It didn’t feel that way.

—

Warren barged into Peter and Scott’s room. Inside were Scott, Kurt, and another kid.

“(Y/N) and I had an argument—“ Warren glanced at the short blonde guy sitting on Scott’s bed. “Who is he?”

“Warren, this is Bobby. Bobby, this is Warren,” Scott introduced. “Bobby’s new, he’s a freshman, and we’re kind of the only guys his age, so he’s just hanging out with us.”

“Hi,” Bobby awkwardly waved at Warren.

He waved back, “Hey.”

“Anyway— what happened with you and (Y/N)?”

Warren sat down on Peter’s bed. “We got into an argument about the dumbest thing…”

Kurt squinted his eyes in confusion, “That’s not— you guys don’t do that… Or is that a normal thing for most American couples? All the fighting and yelling.”

“Okay, first off Blue, you need to stop watching sit-coms with Jean and Jubilee where the middle-aged suburban couple’s hate each other’s guts. Second, we weren’t yelling, and it wasn’t really a fight fight, but there was uncomfortable tension.”

The other three boys were focused solely on Warren, waiting for him to explain more.

“She like got mad I didn’t ask her to do my makeup for Halloween, but then she wasn’t mad and said she didn’t even want to do my makeup. And like we settled it, but I still felt weird afterward. Almost like we didn’t settle it.”

Kurt was baffled, unsure of what to say. Scott was taking a moment to formulate a good response, but before he could even open his mouth, Bobby spewed some words of… wisdom.

“(Y/N)— I’m assuming you guys are dating, right?” Warren nodded.

“Okay… (Y/N) doesn’t care about who’s doing your makeup. She’s upset over something else but is using the makeup as a cover-up. She doesn’t want to admit she’s upset over… whatever she’s upset over, but she’s upset, so little things like, you not asking her if she’d do your makeup, are going to make her like, really mad, even if it seems like they shouldn’t or ordinarily wouldn’t.

You have to get her to talk, or find out from one of her girlfriends, what’s really upsetting her.”

The other boys left their mouths gaping, blinking in shock.

“You’re like, fourteen, why’d you give such good advice?”

Bobby shrugged, “My parents fight a lot. They need a divorce, but they’ll never get one.”

“I was gonna tell you to apologize…” Scott sheepishly admitted.

“Apologize for what?”

“I— I don’t know…”

“She said she was stressed out about Halloween…” Warren confessed.

“There you go—“ Bobby exclaimed. “—She’ll be fine. Don’t even worry about the little lovers’ quarrel you guys had.”

Warren nodded, feeling a little bit better about the situation.

He still wanted to talk to (Y/N), though.

—

“Hey, Jubes!”

“Oh, hey, Jessie. I was just headed to Bio, what’s up?”

“I heard, a few freshmen girls are going as Pink Ladies for Halloween—“

“And?” Jubilee hugged her binder tight in her arms.

Jessie huffed, “We just can’t go as the same thing as some freshmen girls!”

“Why not? Halloween is in two days! We can’t just change our costumes at the last minute.”

“Jubes, we’ll look like freshmen. We can’t have that!” Jubilee opened her mouth to object, but Jessie didn’t let her.

“(Y/N), and I already agreed we should switch. We’re going to go as the plastics from Mean Girls.” Jessie’s voice had shifted to sound like Rachel McAdams. “I’m gonna be Regina, and (Y/N) will be Karen.”

“Okay, that’s fine. I can go return my jacket.”

“Yeah!” Jessie grinned. “Plus you can wear your shirt that says “On Wednesdays we wear pink! Perfect!”

Jubilee smiled, “Yeah… Well, uh, I gotta go—“ She motioned to the door.

“Right! Don’t wanna make you tardy. I’ll see you later!”

“See ya.”

Weird, Jubilee thought to herself as she took a seat in Dr. McCoy’s classroom. But not unusual for Jessie, always changing her mind… She’s so wishy-washy on things… Oh well.

—

(Y/N) was quickly trying to finish her makeup and get dressed so she could help the little kids trick or treat.

Older students could volunteer to take the younger one’s trick or treating until 9, and then if they wanted, they could go to whatever house party the locals from the public school in the area were hosting.

Luckily for the X-Men, Jubilee was extremely popular with the public schoolers, and they were invited to most house parties.

Ororo had already left, for she had just worn a unicorn onesie she borrowed from Peter.

“I think this is his sister’s, but hey! It’s comfy.”

“You look great!” (Y/N) only glanced at Ororo, for she was worried about her own look for the night.

“Thanks, I’m sure you’re going to look great too. Don’t sweat it… you have a half-hour left.”

“I’ll meet you downstairs with the others!”

“Sounds good to me.”

The others being Scott, Jean, Kurt, and Warren. Jubilee, Peter, and Jessie had decided to skip the trick-or-treat assist and go straight to partying.

Warren knocked on (Y/N)’s door, asking if she was ready.

She opened it and stepped out.

Warren glanced up and down, checking her out. She looked good. Then again, she always looked good.

(Y/N) did the same, checking her boyfriend out. Maybe I should have gone as a slutty angel to compensate… Warren looks… hot.

Tight leather pants, a sparkly fringed vest with nothing underneath— showing off his toned abs— his classic, worn-out combat boots, and his makeup. Jubilee did an excellent job with it.

Her eyes were magenta.

Warren kissed her cheek. “You look great, babe!”

“Uh… thanks… um… you— you…”

Warren chuckled, “I look stupid, don’t I?”

“No! No— you look, whatever the opposite of stupid is… Stupidly hot, maybe…” (Y/N) felt like a pile of mush.

And for what? Warren in tight pants, no shirt, and black lines on his face? That was a regular Tuesday look for him.

“Maybe?” He teased. (Y/N) avoided eye contact, her eyes a vibrant purple.

Warren intertwined one of his hands with her and kissed her cheek again. “You’re adorable.”

“Thanks…”

—

The gang made their way to the party a little after 9. It was in full swing by then, with loud music vibrating the outdoors. It just got amplified as they walked in.

“I’m gonna look for Peter,” Warren told (Y/N).

“I’m gonna try to find Jubilee and Jessie, get some group photos.” They parted ways, agreeing to meet up again later.

(Y/N) got distracted along the way— she danced to the Monster Mash with Jean and Kurt, helped with any trick or treaters that came to the door, (despite it not being her house), and she took a few photos with a group of freshmen also dressed up as pink ladies.

“Where are they?”

She spotted Jubilee’s big mop of black curls and quickly made her way over.

“Oh my gosh! I’ve been looking everywhere for you!”

Jubilee and (Y/N) stared at each other, both extremely puzzled.

“Um…”

“Uh…”

“I thought we were going as pink ladies?”

“I thought we switched to The Plastics.”

“What?” (Y/N) asked.

Jubilee took a sip from her cup, “Jessie told me you guys agreed on us switching to the plastics cause a bunch of freshmen were going as pink ladies.”

“She never said anything to me bout going as the plastics. I haven’t seen her in like, two days.”

“What?” Jubilee was beyond confused.

“Yeah, I thought we were still all going as pink ladies. I even saw the freshmen you’re talking about, and they took photos with me!”

“That’s nice…”

“Why didn’t you clear this up with me, Jubes?” (Y/N) asked, her eyes slowly turning grey.

“I thought Jessie did. I was busy trying to scope out a good place to crash and party at.”

(Y/N) crossed her arms, “Where is Jessie, anyway?”

“I think she’s in the kitchen.”

—

Warren was trying to have fun at the party. He didn’t drink as he did in Germany, so everything just seemed less exciting… but with his friends, they never failed to disappoint.

He wanted to find Peter so they could get group pictures before a group of girls swarmed Kurt, fawning over his accent, soft blue fur, and gymnast body. Before Scott gave a little pep talk on safety to whichever friends would listen and then run off to make out with Jean in the nearest bathroom. And then he wanted to spend time with his girlfriend.

He found Kurt, no problem— but finding their Brian and John was proving much more difficult.

“Maybe Peter shouldn’t have worn a wig. We usually spot him due to his grey hair.”

“Then it wouldn’t go with the costume,” Kurt pointed out. “And the whole group would look out of place.”

“I guess so…” Warren spotted Scott as they walked into the kitchen. He was talking to the new kid— Bobby— with Jean next to him. “Let’s get Scott.”

Kurt waved at the group, and they motioned him over.

“Hey, guys! This is Bobby,” Jean introduced.

“We already met,” Warren explained. “Have you seen Peter?”

Jean shook her head.

“I think I saw him—“ Bobby spoke up while filling up a cup from the “monster mix” punch bowl. “He had on a big curly brown wig…?”

Kurt nodded, “Ja, that’s him!”

Bobby handed Kurt and Warren cups. Warren sighed quietly to himself. He didn’t want a drink of some mystery liquid. He knew there was probably alcohol— Bobby probably didn’t, though— the kid was a freshman. Warren didn’t have time to refuse it though, for Bobby told Kurt where he last saw Peter, and then— bamf!

Kurt teleported him and Warren to that same place. The backyard.

Warren felt a little nauseated— he hadn’t eaten anything all night except for a few pieces of candy, and the smell of sulfur was disgusting.

Peter ran up to them and quickly noticed Warren’s turmoil.

“Oh, dude! Here— drink up—“ He quickly put Warren’s cup in his mouth and almost forced him to drink up the “monster mix.”

“Peter—“ Kurt scolded. “That’s not water!”

Peter’s face paled. “Oh shit. Shit! Dude, I’m sorry— I thought— cause you don’t drink—“

“Bobby gave it to me… He doesn’t know any better. I can handle myself. It’s one drink.”

Peter almost scoffed at the mention of Bobby. “Who invited him?”

“Probably, Scott.”

“Why?”

“I dunno… Make him feel included, I guess…”

“You good?” Kurt asked Warren.

He nodded, “Yeah, I’ll be fine. Let’s get Scott… Come on…”

They decided to walk back to the kitchen, like ordinary people.

Bobby was gone, but Scott was still there, along with Jean, and Ororo was there too this time.

“Did Bobby give you the monster mix?” Peter asked.

“Yeah.”

“Oh, dude— I had like three cups of it, and I feel a little tipsy— I think— but dude! I’m so sorry—“

“Peter, it’s fine. It just burned a little going down. It was only one drink— I’ll be fine. Stop worrying.”

“Okay…”

“Hey! You found him.” Jean smiled. “Photo time!”

Everyone smiled and got into various poses and huddled little groups to take many silly pictures— many of them not even ending up on the group’s Instagrams— but still fun nonetheless. Jean telekinetically held up her phone so that everyone could be included in the pictures.

Warren could feel himself getting a little tipsy as they kept taking photos, but he ignored it.

“Oh my god! Warren!” It was Jessie. Not in a pink ladies costume.

Weird…

“(Y/N)’s been looking for you— come on, I’ll take you to her.” She grabbed his hand and dragged him out of the kitchen.

He squinted his eyes, puzzled as to what was going on.

They were walking upstairs.

“Where are we going?”

“Upstairs.”

It was dark.

Warren couldn’t see the figure in front of him too well anymore.

The highly spiked drink he had was starting to get to him.

The voice sounded like (Y/N)’s.

“You— You sounded like, (Y/N).”

She giggled lightly, “I am (Y/N), silly.”

“Oh.”

She led him upstairs into an empty room. The lights were off. He still couldn’t see her very well.

“Angel, baby,” She cooed. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too.” He went to go and turn on a light, but she stopped him.

“Leave them off… I wanna have fun tonight…”

“Oh?” Is she talking about earlier, before we left the mansion? Has she been drinking? I would like to do stuff but—

“Mmhmm…” She kissed his neck and kept kissing him, leading up to his lips. He kissed her back, hands on her until they got near her neck— he wanted to tug on her hair a little, but upon touching it, he realized something was wrong.

He didn’t have time to figure it out, though, for someone opened the door.

Warren and the other person turned to see who it was.

It was Jubilee and (Y/N).

—

“Have you seen Jessie?” (Y/N) asked.

Her friends in the kitchen eyed her and Jubilee up, confused— weren’t they supposed to go as the same thing for Halloween?

“Um, she was just here. She said you were looking for Warren, and then they went upstairs.”

Jubilee glanced at (Y/N) nervously. That wasn’t a good sign.

“Thanks.” (Y/N) and Jubilee headed upstairs to find the two.

Once they got to the top of the stairs, they walked around, trying to open every door they could to no prevail.

“Wait— Shh!” Jubilee whispered. She motioned to a door they hadn’t opened yet.

(Y/N) didn’t waste any time opening the door.

She wished she did, though.

Because she saw them.

Warren and Jessie, so close together. It looked like they had been kissing moments ago.

When Warren’s eyes met (Y/N)’s, she felt sick to her stomach. He looked lost, confused even.

He looked almost terrified.

—

Warren looked over at the girl who he thought was (Y/N). The light from the open door revealed it was Jessie.

Warren started internally panicking. He kissed Jessie thinking it was (Y/N)!

She can change her voice to sound like whoever she wants! How could I think— So stupid of me!

He looked over at (Y/N), trying to form words to say. Her eyes— they’d turned completely black. He couldn’t tell her iris and pupil apart. They’d never been pitch black before.

“(Y/N)! Jubilee! Thank goodness! I was looking for you guys—“

“No, you weren’t… What’s going on?”

“Warren’s drunk he thought I was you and he tried to come onto me—“

“No, I didn’t!” (Y/N) glared at Warren meticulously, making him shut up.

“He kissed me! Can you believe it?! He couldn’t tell his own girlfriend apart from me, and he was forceful!” Jessie stepped away from him in “fear.”

“You’re lying— I would never—“

(Y/N) wasn’t even paying attention anymore. Everyone could see that.

“I’m going home.”

“What? (Y/N)—“

She glared at Jessie, “Fuck off. I don’t want to talk to you anymore. And you—“ She looked at Warren. She felt her heart breaking, tears threatening to spill from her eyes. She didn’t know what to think, and she was so tired. “We’ll talk about this later. I’m leaving.”

“(Y/N)—“

—

She took a ride home with the freshmen girls. They didn’t ask why she needed one or why her eyes were all black.

(Y/N) wasn’t in the mood to answer them anyway.

How could he do this? It doesn’t feel right! But Jessie— Jessie wouldn’t lie to me. Would she?

She was snapped out of her thought when one of the girls gasped.

“Look! Look at all the plants! They’re all dead! Even the carved pumpkins are rotting.”

“Yeah, Lily, that’s what plants do—“

“No, look!” Everyone looked through the car window, shocked by what they saw.

(Y/N) took one look at the dead plants and started shaking. She didn’t have the strength to bring them back to good health.

It worried her, but her mind kept focusing on Warren…

—

Jubilee dragged her friends outside to the front yard. She had Jean use her powers to keep them from running off anywhere.

A few people were watching, but she couldn’t have cared less.

“Okay! What the hell happened? And none of the bullshit you told (Y/N) earlier! I know you took Warren upstairs, Jess. I know you didn’t tell (Y/N) we changed our group costume at the last minute, and I usually don’t say this kind of stuff, and I've held it back for (Y/N)’s sake, especially since she felt bad for you! And asked if you could do a group costume with us.” Jubilee was practically fuming, sparks almost igniting in her hands.

“You’re kind of a bitch.”

“Jubilee! Warren tried to fuck me! He was drunk and not acting right, and he started kissing me and stuff!”

“Warren doesn’t drink!”

Kurt glanced at Peter and Scott before speaking up, “Warren had one drink…”

“Okay? That’s not going to get him shitfaced enough to fuck you!” Jubilee stared at Warren, trying to see if he’d finally speak.

“I was a little tipsy, and Jessie said you and (Y/N) were upstairs. It got dark, and I thought I heard (Y/N) talking to me, but I think it was just Jess. She started kissing me, and it took me a minute, but I realized it wasn’t (Y/N). Then you guys came in.”

Everyone was in shock about Warren’s side of the story.

“Isn’t it illegal to lie about this kind of stuff… and to kiss someone without consent?” Kurt whispered to Scott.

“Probably.”

“He’s lying!” Jessie exclaimed.

“Jean, read my mind. Read Jessie’s. I’m not lying!”

“He’s a monster! Why should you believe him?!” Jessie spat.

Warren was disgusted by her words. “You tried to fuck me!”

“And with all your weird questions and comments about their sex life, I’m not surprised you kissed Warren,” Jubilee stated angrily.

“He kissed me back!”

“He thought you were someone else!”

“Guys! Shut up!” Jean told them. “I’m trying to focus!”

She dove into Warren’s mind to see the events play out before her. She did the same when in Jessie’s mind.

“Warren was telling the truth.”

—

As (Y/N) walked into her room, every plant in there withered and died.

Typically, she’d fall to the ground and sob for accidentally killing what she practically considered her children, but she felt too numb. She kicked off her shoes and flopped onto her bed. The vines around her bed didn’t even move out of her way. They were lifeless and still, just like her.

(Y/N) was restless trying to sleep. She only slept for about fifteen minutes, and when she awoke, she was covered in ivy… poison ivy.

Most of the time, when she was restless, she’d grow a watermelon or a pumpkin in her sleep, but this was new. She didn’t want to spread it to Ororo or let her see that she killed all the plants in the room.

She grabbed a piece of paper and a pen, scribbling down a note for Ororo, telling her what happened and for her to not come in until the ivy went away, and it was safe.

She quickly tapped the note to the door and locked herself inside.

The rest of the gang quickly headed home. They didn’t notice all the decaying plants outside.

Scott parked in the garage.

“Hey, Kurt…”

“Ja, Ororo?”

“I need to check on some of the plants in the attic. I didn’t have enough time to water them all before we went out. Can you take me up there?”

Kurt nodded, “Yeah, of course.”

They were gone in the blink of an eye.

Everyone else was lingering around, deciding on what to do.

“I’m going to go talk to (Y/N)—“

A blood piercing scream interrupted Warren’s words.

“Oh my god! Is that Ororo?”

“I think so!”

Jean used her telepathic powers to see what was wrong.

“All the plants… they’re dead!”

“Jean, check the fridge. See if the fruits and vegetables are alright,” Xavier instructed.

She opened the fridge, and to her horror, the produce rotted.

“But— I went with Sean and Raven to the grocery store two days ago! It shouldn’t have all gone bad.” Peter was puzzled.

“Do you think it was (Y/N)?” Jubilee asked.

“I’m gonna go talk to her.” Warren head off to her dorm room.

He felt so guilty and heartbroken. Even though it technically wasn’t his fault, he felt pathetic for not being able to tell his girlfriend apart from a stranger in the dark.

He kissed Jessie! Nothing was going to undo that.

Warren stopped at (Y/N)’s door, about to knock, but he was distracted by the note on it. He removed it off the door and read it.

“I’m not feeling great right now, and I accidentally grew some poison ivy when I took a nap. I’m trying to get it to go away, but for now, people shouldn’t come in. I don’t want it to spread around. Also, I killed all the plants in our room. They’re going to be fine, but for now, I can’t help them.”

Warren knocked on the door, holding the note in his hand. “(Y/N)?”

“You can’t come in here.”

“Can you open the door?” He pleaded.

“No, you can’t get close to me. The ivy came from me. I don’t want it to spread.”

“I won’t come in.”

“Warren,” She cried. “Can’t you just wait?!”

“I want— I need you to know what actually happened.”

It was silent from (Y/N)’s side of the door.

“(Y/N)?...”

She didn’t respond, but Warren heard her unlocking and opening the door. He took a few steps back to respect her boundaries and commands.

He took in her appearance. She switched from her pink ladies outfit to some pajamas. She didn’t wash her makeup off makeup, so it smeared all over her face.

Her hair was messy and her eyes… her eyes were pitch black.

“I went to go look for Peter. I looked in the kitchen and didn’t see him. The new kid— Bobby— he gave me a drink, and I didn’t know how to explain I didn’t want it. Kurt teleported me to the back porch when we got word Peter was outside. I hadn’t eaten anything since lunch, so I felt a little sick. Peter came over to us and noticed I looked bad and had me force down whatever was in my cup. He assumed it was water or something else non-alcoholic, cause I don’t drink.”

“I was like, ‘this is fine. It’s one drink of vodka, cranberry sprite, some hooch, and like whatever else was in the monster mix.’ Then we took photos in our Queen costumes and goofed around for an hour. I was getting a little tipsy, but I didn’t think it was that bad. Jessie came in, saying you were looking for me. And she just dragged me upstairs. It was extremely dark, and my brain was getting a little fuzzy, and Jessie shifted her voice to sound like yours… She led me into a dark room and said she wanted to like, hook up, or do stuff. I tried to explain to her I’d been drinking, but she started kissing me before I could.”

(Y/N) stood on the other side of the door, listening inventively to Warren.

“I kissed her back. Then I realized it wasn’t you— it didn’t feel right— and then you walked in.”

(Y/N) sighed. She was sure he was telling the truth. Their friends wouldn’t let him come up and see her otherwise.

“I am so sorry…”

“Yeah, um… Jessie’s kind of… kind of mean. But like— I just— I got so upset because of a lot of different things. Um, Jessie had been asking and saying stuff about our relationship— saying like, we should have sex after the party, I should hoe it up more, or trying to get me to accuse you of not trusting me cause you didn’t ask me to do your makeup… and I just thought she was being weird or whatever, cause like, those were the vibes she’d given me almost all the time. I never thought she simply wouldn’t like me. Especially since I asked if she wanted to do a group costume with Jubilee and me… and I just—“ (Y/N) scrunched her nose. “I don’t let stuff like that get to me, but… but I’m so inexperienced, and you’re not. I don’t really care if people talk about whatever they do behind closed doors. I don’t care about that… I just don’t want people interpreting that I’m like the Virgin Mary, or there’s a problem in our relationship, cause there’s not. There’s not!”

(Y/N) started crying. She was crying and shivering, and poison ivy started growing and wrapping itself around her body.

“I’m not mad at you. I just…” She sighed.

“...Am I not enough?”

“What?” Warren was confused.

“Would you leave me for her? Or anyone else?”

“No. Never— I should have done more, I shouldn’t have followed her or let myself believe it was you— I’m so fucking stupid.”

Her voice was stern. “No. You’re not stupid. I just… I just need some time to think and be alone right now.”

“Whatever you want,” Warren nodded timidly. “I’ll tell Ororo she needs to sleep with Jean and Jubilee for the night… Although I doubt she’ll leave the attic.”

“What happened in the attic?”

“All the plants in the attic died… She’s extremely torn up about it… (Y/N)?”

(Y/N) zoned out a little, her heart was pounding heavily in her chest, she was sweating, quivering, and all she could focus on was how she killed everything. Everything she loved and touched, she destroyed it. She couldn’t control herself, and she was hurting the world around her. She heard Warren yelling her name, but she couldn’t find herself to respond. Her breath was quick and eradicating.

Warren was trying his best to respect her wishes by not coming to close, but he had to help her.

“(Y/N)— (Y/N), baby, look at me, look at me,” Warren stepped closer to her. “Sit down, sit down, okay?” He helped her sit down on the ground. She leaned against the right side of the doorframe.

“Um, I need you to— I need you to focus on my voice. Focus on me, okay?”

“I just— my entire life—“ She broke into a sob.

“Hey, hey, hey, you’re okay. The plants are going to be okay. We’re going to get through this. I need you to breathe. Focus on my breathing, okay?”

“I can’t!” The ivy from her body was overgrowing rapidly, clinging onto Warren.

“Yes, you can. Just focus, you’re going to be okay.” He put one of his hands on her arm to stop her from shaking. Her muscles tensed at first, but they slowly relaxed under his touch.

“You’re doing good, just breathe in slowly, okay? Copy me—“ Warren slowly inhaled air. (Y/N) tried to copy him, but it didn’t help her out. The ivy kept growing around the two of them, getting tight as it tangled between them.

Warren had to move closer to (Y/N), to try and make more space. He wrapped his arms around her body. The out of control vines caused his grip to tighten on her.

The feelings of his arms pressing against her helped (Y/N) focus in on something.

“(Y/N)? Hey, it’s going to be okay. You’re going to be okay. Close your eyes and just focus on my voice, okay? Can you do that for me?”

“I…” (Y/N) felt dizzy and nauseous like it was just piling up inside her.

Warren coaxed her into slowing her breathing down, but her heart was pounding. Every breath she took felt shaky.

Yet, the ivy slowed down, wrapping itself around Warren and (Y/N) like old stone walls.

She was slightly shaking still, but her mind wasn’t getting as overwhelmed anymore.

“Hey, hey… Sweetheart, it’s okay. You’re going to be okay… the ivy stopped. It’s okay.”

“It— it did?”

Warren nodded, “Uh, huh. Everything’s going to be alright.” (Y/N) slowly stopped shaking and buried herself into Warren’s chest.

“Do you want to get some water or maybe take a shower?”

“Um, yeah, but I can’t— I can’t get rid of the poison ivy… Like I can’t—“

“That’s okay. We can just leave it.”

“Oh, okay…”

“Let’s go shower in my room, okay?”

She nodded.

“Can you walk, okay?” He asked her.

“Um, I think— I don’t know— I’m sorry.”

“Hey, no, no, no. It’s okay. I can carry you.”

Warren carefully scooped her up in his arms. He looked at her once over before heading to his room.

He set her down on the edge of his bed. “Do you want me to help you get undressed?”

“I can do it.” She answered in a small voice.

Warren nodded, “Okay, I’m gonna get undressed too.”

Warren didn’t face her as he stripped off what little clothing he had on and threw it in a small pile.

“Is it okay if I take my underwear off?” (Y/N) nervously asked.

“Yeah, we’re going to shower. It’s okay.”

(Y/N) left her clothes on Warren’s bed. She slowly got up, and Warren quickly rushed to her aide. She used him for support as they walked into his bathroom.

He turned the shower on and let it heat up for a minute before stepping in.

(Y/N) leaned against Warren’s chest as the water rained on them both.

“Is the water warm enough? Is it too hot?”

“It’s fine,” She mumbled.

Warren nodded, understanding she didn’t really want to talk.

He grabbed his shampoo from the edge of the tub and poured some into his hands. Warren rubbed his hands together before massaging the shampoo into (Y/N)’s hair. It was hard to rake through, her hair was thick and tangled, but he tried his best.

He applied a little conditioner to her ends. (Y/N) hummed against his chest.

He chuckled to himself, “You asleep?”

“Mhmm…” She half-heartedly replied.

“Wanna go to bed?” He asked. (Y/N) nodded, and Warren felt it against his chest.

He washed the conditioner out of her hair and turned the water off.

He grabbed a towel and helped (Y/N) dry off. When he finished, (Y/N) sat on the edge of the tub and watched Warren dry off.

His eyes caught (Y/N)’s in the mirror. She looked better than before, a bit more relaxed, but still nervous.

“I’m really sorry for what happened at the party…”

“I’m sorry about… you know…”

Warren nodded, “Yeah, um, it’s okay. It’s not your fault. And, and I’m here for you— always. If you want to talk about it, or not.”

“Same goes for you.”

Warren nodded, “Yeah, yeah, um, let me get us some clothes.” Warren stepped out of the bathroom for a moment.

He gave (Y/N) one of his much larger sweatshirts without holes in the back and a pair of boxers. “Is this okay?” He asked.

“Yeah, um, these are fine. Thanks.”

Warren nodded and stepped out of the bathroom again, so (Y/N) could get dressed in private.

Warren was planning to sleep on the floor for (Y/N)’s sake, as not to make her uncomfortable, but she objected to it.

“I… I don’t want to be alone.”

“I’m right here,” Warren was quick to wrap (Y/N) up in his arms, having them both get under the blankets on his bed. “I’m not going anywhere, okay? You’re safe…”

“Promise?” She asked, looking up at him. Her eyes weren’t entirely black anymore, but they were very gray. He could have sworn they were pink for a moment, but they were just grey.

“I promise.”

(Y/N) was reassured by his words and snuggled into Warren’s chest. His wings wrapped around them, almost like a cocoon.

“Can… Can you kiss me, please?” (Y/N) asked. “Just like, my forehead or something…”

“Of course.” Warren laid a small kiss on the top of her head before whispering, “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight, Angel.”

#warren worthington iii x reader #warren worthington x reader #angel x reader #archangel x reader #warren worthington iii x you #warren worthington x you #angel x you #archangel x you #warren worthington iii x mother nature #mother nature reader #warren worthington x mother nature #x-men x reader #xmen x reader #x men x reader #ben hardy x reader

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aradia-morningstar · 4 years

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Yachi in Nekoma 1

"Tokyo is big compared to Miyagi"

It was the first thing Yachi thought of when she and her mother left the train station.

They arrived in a quiet neighborhood away from the noisy city, she has never been in a house, since she was born she has always lived in the same apartment.

She went to her room to leave her suitcase and backpack, and came down when she heard her mother calling her.

-Hitoka, I'm going to arrange some papers for the house and the rest of the things, I'll be back in the afternoon, if you want you can start putting things in order for the move.

Before she could answer, her mother went out the door and she began to take the boxes to their respective rooms.

She started with her room:

First she took her clothes out of the suitcase and put them on the bed, put her dresses, skirts and jackets on hangers. Then she kept the rest in separate drawers, long-sleeved shirts on one side, short-sleeved shirts on the other, jeans on the other...

The second thing was her bags, purses and backpacks, she kept them on the floor of the closet except for her high school backpack, which was the same one she used for the junior high school.

The third thing was his drawing things, he put his notebooks and books in the last drawer on the left side of the desk, in the second one he put all his paints, crayons, colored pencils... and in the first drawer he put his graphic tablet and tablet with keyboard.

The next thing was his study stuff, in the first drawer on the right he left his case and his agenda, in the second drawer he left his notebooks and summaries, and in the third drawer his material for works and projects.

On the desk top she left her laptop, pencil jars with markers, colors, pencils and pens, sticky notes, a huge pencil sharpener, a box with cat-shaped erasers, another box with paper clips, a stapler, a study lamp, a notebook for personal notes and a box with candy and cookies. Next to the desk there was a small shelf with the printer on top, last on the floor a trash can.

Between her closet and dresser was a table with a mirror and on the table she left a jewelry box with her bracelets, earrings, necklaces and a watch she only uses for school, a hairbrush, a box with hair clips and erasers, a perfume with the smell of freshly baked cake and some makeup.

She made her bed and on the bedside table she put a lamp, the cell phone charger and her headphones, on the five-shelf shelf next to her bed:

In the first photo and albums, in the second reading book, the third one he would leave it for his high school books and notebooks, the fourth one he would leave it free to put his new uniform and in the fifth one he put his high school backpack and the bag for his clothes, finally he left his suitcase under his bed.

When she finished, she took her two boxes with things for the bathroom and began to tidy up, put the bath products and the oral hygiene products on the shelves along with the towels, and hung a towel next to the shower to dry off.

When he finished tidying up his two personal places in the house he went downstairs to tidy up the living room, dining room, kitchen and bathroom.

When she finished it was eight o'clock in the evening, her mother sent a message that she would arrive at nine o'clock, Yachi had an hour to prepare dinner so she took her cell phone and her wallet, put on her shoes and went out to look for a supermarket.

She found one in her neighborhood, took what she needed for dinner tonight:

A package of noodles and some vegetables to go with it, she took a package of fish and rice, there was only one thing left to drink. She went to the aisle and there she met a boy her age, picking up sweets while receiving many messages.

When she had everything she craved some strawberry Pocky, but for a few inches she couldn't get it, when she was about to leave the hallway she heard a voice.

-I'm sorry, do you need help?

When she turned around she saw the boy from before holding the box of Pocky that she tried to take.

-Thank you

-You're welcome, by the way. You're new here in the neighborhood, right?

-Yes, I just came from Miyagi, I am Yachi Hitoka

-Nice to meet you Yachi-san, I am Shibayama Yuuki

-Nice to meet you Shibayama-san

-What high school are you going to?

-My mother wants to get me into Nekoma High School

-Seriously today was my first day there!

-And all that candy will be to celebrate, right?

-These are candies for a meeting I have with the volleyball team.

They were talking the whole time until they came out and then someone called Shibayama.

-Shibayama let me help you with the bags

-Are you sure about Lev? You already carry the drinks

-I gave one of the bags to Inuoka who had already arrived and was only carrying one bag and offered to carry the other.

-Well that's good to know. Before I forget, she's Yachi and she's going to Nekoma for the first year.

-Nice to meet you, my name is Yachi Hitoka.

-Hello Yachi-san my name is Haiba Lyovochka but you can call me Lev

After talking a little, the two boys accompanied Yachi to his house, as soon as he entered he started to prepare dinner.

Meanwhile with the two boys:

-We're here. Lev said when he arrived at the meeting place

-Luckily, we were worried. Said a boy with light brown hair and shorter than Shibayama

-We met a new girl from the neighborhood. Shibayama said, leaving the bag on the center table.

-What did she look like? How old is she? Is she going to Nekoma? And what grade? Does she have a boyfriend?... He kept questioning a Mohican-haired boy until someone spoke up.

-Yamamoto shut up. said the team captain.

-His name was Yachi Hitoka and she is sixteen years old and 1.49 meters tall and she said she would start next week.

Yamamoto looked at Lev and said

-Lev tell me one feature that describes her.

-It's pretty kawaii. He said with bright eyes

-It's enough for me. He said confidently in his words.

Nine o'clock at night and Yachi served dinner at the table, his mother entered and they sat down to eat.

-And Shibayama and Lev told me that there was another first grader and that they would show me around the high school and its facilities.

-I have some work for you Hitoka.

-Okay.

-The first thing is for you to do the shopping and ask the cashier to bring the shopping to the home, also go to the pet store to buy things for cats because I will bring a kitten home when I come back from work. They will also bring you the registration papers to complete, did you understand?

-Yes, Mom.

After dinner, Yachi took the dishes to the dishwasher and went to her bathroom to brush her teeth and put on her pajamas. When she put the clothes in the laundry basket next to the food and sat down at her table to brush her hair.

When she finished untying the knots she left her hair rubber with the others, got into bed and connected her cell phone with the charger to the socket. He looked at his social networks a little bit and when he finished he set the alarm, left his mobile on the bedside table, turned off the light and fell asleep.

#nekoma #haikyuu!!#kuroo tetsurou #yachi hitoka #kuroo x yachi #yachi x kuroo #kuroyachi

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ashleyspinelliburnbook · 4 years

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S1E5: King Gus/Big Brother Chad

Before starting this post, I wrote a light analysis of the opening sequence, and in it, I realized that probably most of my previously-held beliefs about Gus’ character come from that alone. He gets gum all over himself and falls into the ball bin, which is on wheels, so it goes flying. Which is just...so not his character at all, it turns out. I mean, he might not be all Army macho like his dad, but he’s not a dweeb, either.

Anyway, this first episode just serves to further prove me wrong, and I’m cool with that.

King Gus

You know how the first season of a network TV show usually sucks? Like, it gets by on what it can get by on — famous actors, okay writing, a fun premise, or...famous actors — but if the show gets picked up for more seasons, it becomes the season where you’ll be selling it to your friends as, “If you must watch the first season, take it with a grain of salt”?

Animated kids’ shows are not! like! that! Some of the things that this show has already gotten into are, like, season three minimum for a network adult show. You know, let the characters live their daily lives for a bit, then start throwing wrenches. But already, we’ve had “what if two characters kissed,” “what if one of the main characters joined the Ashleys,” “what if Miss Finster had a boyfriend,” and now we’re getting “what if one member of the gang became king?”

That’s right — Gus, meek, dweeby Gus, is king of the playground. Temporarily. Until King Bob returns from his tonsillectomy.

How? Well, King Bob doesn’t want someone stronger than him, or smarter than him — someone who the people might like more than him. He wants a regular guy, someone who’ll do what he’s told, who can think for himself. And, as luck would have it, there’s our boy Gus getting gum all over himself (literally, as it turns out) — right place, right time.

TJ and Spinelli are stoked that their friend is king, and they start brainstorming all the ways that they’ll finally have a say in the goings-on of the playground now (Spinelli, for example, expresses an interest in becoming “Lord Emperor of the West Playground”). Gus is less excited, likely because he didn’t ask for this, but TJ assures him they’ll be around to give him advice along the way. In the meantime, he’s just gotta be “kingy,” TJ says.

(Side note: Without all his stuff on, King Bob kinda looks like a turn-of-the-century football player. Tell me I’m wrong.)

So anyway, Gus is sworn in, and he’s immediately taken by the idea of all the snacks he can eat. King Bob’s henchmen bring him crackers and his preferred brand (and vintage!) of apple juice, more snack food, a glow-in-the-dark yo-yo, and...cookies. We’ll get to the cookies in a bit.

Meanwhile, things on the greater playground aren’t going so well. TJ and the gang want to go up to visit Gus, but they learn there’s increased bureaucratic nonsense they have to endure first — namely, a ton of paperwork that may or may not ever go through. (You know the Brooklyn Nine-Nine episode where Amy is trying to submit paperwork for a block party request, and she does it all correctly, but she still somehow doesn’t have the right forms? It’s like that.)

Gus is then tasked with his first royal judgment: deciding which of two girls gets to keep a doll they’re fighting over. In true King Solomon style, he suggests cutting the doll in half. When one girl is fine with this and the other is visibly upset, Gus...gives it to the girl who’s fine with this. Oops.

“It’s the second-best decision you could have made!” his henchman says, and we continue.

Angered by not having the proper kind of cookies he desires, Gus imposes a cookie tax on the playground: every day, each student must bring him two cookies. He’s tasking the third-, fourth-, and fifth-graders with building a cookie mine in the meantime (as well as renaming kickball “Gusball” and mandating that each recess begin with the student body singing a song about...Gus).

It’s then that the gang say “to hell with bureaucracy” and just walk up the jungle gym to see King Gus, who’s happy to see them until they start questioning his motives. TJ, then Gretchen, then the rest of the school (more or less) get locked up — except for the poor kid who can’t pay the cookie tax, who’s sentenced to hard labor.

The kids stage a protest to usurp the throne of this cookie-centered dictatorship, but before it can escalate to riot levels (well, aside from the dodgeball-throwing and Spinelli getting a few good punches in), King Bob returns. There’s a smooth transition of power, and suddenly, Gus is no longer king.

“Uneasy is the head that wears the crown,” Mikey says, as the gang decides whether or not to be mad at not-king Gus. “Absolute power corrupts absolutely,” Gretchen adds. And soon enough, they’re all friends again.

Spinelli does hear back about her application to be Lord Emperor of the West Playground, and I really want to know if that worked out and that she’s just, like, doing that from here on out. Maybe that’ll be my personal headcanon.

Takeaway: Boy, oh, boy, do we keep getting these #deep Gus episodes or WHAT? When are we gonna get a good Gretchen episode?

Big Brother Chad

This isn’t the most important part, but after watching this episode, I have to ask: Does this type of stereotypical nerd exist...anywhere?

Not to spoil the episode’s first big twist right away, but here’s the scoop: Vince, who, um, plays sports(?), has a big brother named Chad. And Chad...is a geek.

See, Chad uses pocket protectors. His suspenders hike his pants up past his ankles, he wears glasses that are taped together, he’s in chess club, he has a pet turtle, he’s the scorekeeper on the baseball team, and his idea of a good time is going to Compu-Hut and watching the employees “unpack the latest mousepads.”

Your garden-variety ‘90s geek, basically. A person I have never seen before, and a person who may not have ever existed all at once like that.

But see, the real twist is unraveled throughout the episode. Vince is bragging to the gang that his big brother is going to pick him up from school that day, and word spreads around school fast. Everyone remembers Chad — who it looks like his about five years older than Vince — but they haven’t seen him in a long time. (How big is this town supposed to be? Anyway.)

The entire student body is waiting outside after school to get a glimpse of Chad, who arrives...on a bicycle he’s fashioned himself along with a sidecar, which he calls “the Chadmobile.”

“Why, he’s nothing but a nerd!” King Bob proclaims, and the students all leave disappointed.

To Gretchen, a self-proclaimed geek, it all makes sense. “What fifth-grader would want to hang out with kindergarteners?” she asks, referencing the gang’s earlier reminiscing about all the things Chad taught them when they first started school. The next day, though, Vince isn’t convinced, even as Gretchen doubles down with, “Take it from someone who knows.”

At dinner that night, it all starts to click, though, as Chad regales the table with tales of his “really neat” biology class and the aforementioned mousepads story. Vince has a breakdown, crying, “It’s true! It’s true!” and that’s when things start to get a little weird for me.

See, Chad hasn’t been hiding any of this. The sign on his bedroom door says “Chad’s room: Earthlings keep out!” He sleeps in a racecar bed, upon which he’s playing 3-D chess. And, well, his whole look.

“You’re a geek,” Vince tells his brother, thinking he’s telling Chad something he doesn’t already know.

“Yeah, so?” Chad replies.

Weirdly, the thing that sells it for Vince is that he always thought his brother was cool because he listened to CDs. But Chad explains they’re “geek CDs: Andrew Lloyd Webber, Sondheim, Gilbert and Sullivan.”

“Sorry, Vince, but I am what I am,” Chad says. “And the fact is, I’m a geek.” And then he logs into a chatroom he’s in with his friends.

Look, okay, part of it is weird that Vince didn’t notice that Chad was who he was sooner, especially when the stereotypes are in your face like that (and one of your best friends also fits those stereotypes to a T). But even if we haven’t all had the experience of checking in on a much older kid later in life, we’ve all grown up ourselves. In kindergarten, the fifth graders were impossibly tall, and therefore impossibly cool. In third grade, I knew someone who had a sister in high school. But as I reached those ages, I didn’t feel impossibly cool, or old, or anything. I knew myself a little better — I knew that I liked hanging out with the band kids, even though that wasn’t “cool” — but I wasn’t trying to be anything to younger kids. I was content having grown into myself (as much as any angsty high schooler can).

What really drives this point home is the end, where a bully that Vince got to stop bothering some younger kids earlier in the episode shows up with his big brother, who’s out to teach Vince a lesson. Chad shows up and threatens this kid...with not helping him with his math homework anymore, after which the other big kid immediately backs down.

“Just because I’m a geek doesn’t mean I’m not a cool geek,” Chad says. Because isn’t the real reward being confident in who you are — or, in this case, confident in who your older brother is?

Takeaway: What do we think of the name “Chad” these days? I think this was how I always pictured “Chad” as a kid, perhaps because of this episode and perhaps because I didn’t know any other Chads. Now, um, that name is seen...quite differently, isn’t it? I greatly prefer this Chad.

#recess

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bbyyoungblood · 5 years

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Eastside | e.d

Based off the song Eastside by Benny Blanco, Halsey, and Khalid.

when i was young, fell in love

we used to hold hands, man, that was enough

You met Ethan Dolan when he was just a rambunctious ten year old with big toothy grin and a buzz cut. It was the first day of fifth grade and you were new to New Jersey. You got on the bus and the seat next to him was the only one open because Grayson wanted to hold hands with Holly Sanders. Ethan wanted to hold hands with a pretty girl, too, and with one look at you, he knew he wanted the pretty girl to be you.

You remember his pretty hazel eyes light up as he told you his name. “Hi, I’m Ethan and your pretty! Do you want to sit by me? Also, can I hold your hand? My brother, Grayson, says that we’re ten now so I should get a girlfriend like him.”

His words were a lot to take in but the butterflies in your stomach were telling you to take his hand and never let go.

“I’m Y/N.” you said timidly, the boy infront of you being a little more than you think you could handle. You sat down and sunk into the seat.

“That’s a nice name. Wanna hear a joke?” Ethan was all over the place and you were buckled in for the ride.

“Um sure,” you giggled.

“What did the fish, um, say, Gray? What’s the joke again?” Grayson rolled his eyes at his brother, angry because he was interrupting his conversation with Holly. Ethan looked back at you, “Grayson always tells this one better.” You couldn’t believe that.

You didn’t say anything back, but just listened to Ethan talk your ear off. That was the day you fell in love with Ethan Dolan. People would tell you that you weren’t in love, being ten and all, but you and Ethan wouldn’t hear it. Especially when he took your hand and told you you were now his girlfriend and you were definitely going to get married within the next few years.

Then we grew up, started to touch

Used to kiss underneath the light on the back of the bus

You had your first kiss three years later on the same bus you first met Ethan on. The only thing that had changed was you were now eighth graders and E had longer hair. Ethan and you had been ‘dating’ since that first day on the bus, your relationship lasting much longer than Grayson and Holly’s.

Ever since your best friend Mariah kissed her boyfriend of three weeks, Jamison, you were feeling upset. How could she just kiss this boy after three weeks when your boyfriend of three years hadn’t kissed you yet? He’d held your hand on the bus a million times but kissing was never something he tried. Let’s just say you were ready and world be damned if you weren’t going to get your first kiss soon.

That day you got onto the bus after tenth period and stomped to the back of it where Ethan was. He smiled and grabbed your hand pulling you towards him. That is until he saw the look on your face.

“Y/N, are you okay?”

“No I’m not okay, Ethan! Mariah kissed Jamison!”

“And you are upset about that why?” Ethan’s forehead wrinkled in confusion.

“Because! We’re going into high school, E! And Mariah has only been dating him for three weeks, not even three years like us! She got her first kiss before me!” You looked at Ethan with the most pathetic look on your face.

Ethan just smiled pulling you down on his lap. He grabbed you face and brought it towards his, kissing away your pout. You pulled away and smiled bigger than you ever had before.

“If you wanted a kiss you should have just asked, Y/N. You know I can’t read your mind.” He said with a laugh.

“Oh shut up,” you giggled and went in for another peck, ignoring the whistling and hollaring from Grayson who had just walked on the bus.

Being thirteen and in love was something people laughed at but just like when you two were ten, you weren’t hearing it. Ethan loved your smile and you loved the cheesy jokes he’d write on crumbled gum wrappers.

oh no, your daddy didn’t like me much

and he didn’t believe me when i said you were the one

oh, everyday she found a way out of the window to sneak out late

Another three years passed and the bus was traded in for an old blue Corvette Ethan bought when he turned sixteen. He pulled up to your house and gave you a kiss on the cheek, then one on your lips.

“Hey, babe, I’ll see you after the game, yeah?” Ethan said as you took off your seat belt. “I’d come in but your dads home and I don’t reckon he’d be too happy about that.” Ethan laughed but you saw the hurt in his eyes.

You father tolerated, use this term lightly, Ethan up until about three weeks ago when he caught you sneaking out the window and running to Ethan’s car. This ended with your father threatening him with a baseball bat and Ethan saying he’s loved you for six years and sure as hell wasn’t going to stop anytime soon.

Your extremely religious father refused to let anyone love his first born, especially someone like Ethan. He was ruggedly handsome and played football. A far cry from the blond hair, blue eyed golf player you father wanted you to end up with.

You looked at E with sad eyes and reached up to touch his face. “E, I’m sorry. I love you, okay?” He put his hand over yours and squeezed. “Hey, stop frowning, tonight I’m going to be cheering you on and when you win, I have a surprise waiting for you,” you smirked.

“I’m so in love with you, Y/N. So fucking in love.” Ethan always looked at you like an astronomer looked at the stars: with all the love in the world. You couldn’t believe he would want you when he could have anyone. “After the game we’re going into the city. Tell your parents you’re staying with Riah because I’ve got a whole night planned out for you, baby girl.”

And that he did. You two drove to the eastside and the sun never set on your night. At sixteen and seventeen, you two talked about the future and all the babies you were to have one day. During that moment you knew Ethan was your forever. He had been since you were ten and would continue as long as he’d let you love him. Ethan thought the same of you. You were each other’s life line, neither heart could beat without the other one.

and then, oh, suddenly we turned twenty-three

now we got pressure for taking our lives more seriously

we got out dead-end jobs and got bills to pay

“Fuck.”

You threw down the positive pregnancy test onto the counter while slumping onto the cold tile floor of the bathroom. This is not good, you thought. Granted, you couldn’t quite be surprised. Protection was the last thing on you twos mind, lately.

You had just graduated from college and moved into a new apartment with Ethan. The first couple months were amazing. Everything felt right because he was your best friend and knew everything about you, but then reality set in.

Being fresh out of college, pay wasn’t great for either of you in your fields but that didn’t stop expenses. Ethan and you never fought until now. Electric, rent, groceries, water, and the list goes on and on.

You were tired. Tired of fighting with Ethan, work, and most certainly tired because of the little being growing inside of you. All you wanted to do was cuddle up with E and let the world slip away from around you just like it did when you were seventeen. Unfortunately, that had no place in the adult life of Manhattan.

You heard the front door jingle and then slam shut. Ethan’s foot steps leading towards the kitchen, then calling your name. “Y/N? You home baby?”

Baby. “Yeah, E, i’m in the bathroom,” you called back. Hearing him walk down the hallway you decided to get off the floor and lean on the counter. The door creaked open and you saw Ethan’s beautiful face.

“What are you doing in here?” He asked softly, walking over and pulling you into a peck.

You just kissed him back and reached behind you for the test. Opening his large palm and sliding the test in, he looked confused.

“What’s this?” Ethan lifted it up and looked my closely with widening eyes. “Oh my— are you, are you pregnant?”

You started to let tears roll down your face for the first time since you found out. Nodding, you whispered, “Yeah.”

“Oh fuck.”

His words made you cry harder as he pulled you tight against body. Just like he’s done for the last ten years. The two of you just stood there for an hour, not saying a word until Ethan spoke up.

“Hey, go put on some warm clothes. We’re leaving in fifteen.”

“What? Where are we going?” you questioned, looking up at him.

“For a drive.”

After ten minutes you were in the same blue corvette as the one when you guys were sixteen. Neither saying a word, just Ethan with your hand in his and soft oldies playing in the background. It was around seven when Ethan pulled up to the beach, putting the car in park.

“Why’d we stop?” You asked, missing the feeling of driving pulling you to sleep.

“Wanted to watch the sunset.” You just nodded at this. Ethan loved sunsets and you loved him.

Ethan and you say in silence the next thirty minutes, watching the colors paint the sky and then get washed a way but the waves. After the sun set completely, you expected Ethan to put the car in drive and start on his way home but he didn’t. Ethan just looked over at you and smiled.

“Baby, I know your scared, because I am too, but we’re going to make this work. I am going to love and support any decision you make, I promise.” He let out a loud breath. “Things have been overwhelming recently and I haven’t told you I love you as much as I should have, so I’m sorry, Y/N.” Now Ethan was crying while lifting up your hand. “You are the only person I want, I want you to be my forever.”

“Ethan I love you so fucking much.” You closed your eyes and wiped your tears, only to open and find Ethan holding a little black velvet box.

“I was going to ask you on Friday, you know our ten year anniversary,” He laughed out, “But now seems as good as time as ever, considering I’ve knocked you up.” Ethan grabbed you hand, then your ring finger, rubbing it lovingly. “Y/N, my love is yours if you’re willing to take it, will you marry me?”

“Oh my god, yes! Fuck yes, E!” You grabbed his face kissed him hard. All fights and doubts escaping Ethan and you in that moment. You’d never felt love like that before.

That is until eight months later when you gave birth to miss Penelope Gray, named after Grayson, of course. And then a year after that when you said ‘I do’. Only continuing on to Asher and Ryder, your twin boys.

Your heart always swelled when you saw Ethan with your kids. he loved them with his whole heart.

The love you and Ethan shared was always in the purest form. It never failed you. From the young age of ten to the old one of one hundred, you and Ethan would love each other. Always and forever in eastside of the city where the sun never set on your love.

#Ethan Dolan #Grayson Dolan #dolan twins #dolan twins imagine #dt

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nikanndros · 5 years

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the high-school fake dating au part 5

Part 1| Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 |

The worst thing about having to eat with all of Damen’s friends, is that it means an extra moment where Laurent has to pretend to be happily dating Damen without letting on to Damen that he’s literally the hottest guy Laurent has ever met. It’s a fine line.

There sit together at the table of the burger place and Damen, so nonchalantly it comes off as a natural gesture, slides his arm across the back of Laurent’s chair -- which forces Laurent to let his shoulders brush against Damen every time he leans back.

At least Nikandros seems to be off on a social justice rant of some sort, so Laurent doesn’t really need to pay attention to the conversation at the moment. He just sips his strawberry milkshake and tries to stop looking at Damen’s arms. He hasn’t even bothered to change out of his football jersey; he’s just leaving his muscles on display like that.

“...something about it. Right?”

Everyone is making noises of agreement for whatever Nikandros is saying. Damen turns to smile at Laurent. Dimples. What gives him the right to have dimples when he smiles? And to just use them on Laurent without any warning.

“Hey Laurent,” Pallas says, from across the table. “Can I have the rest of your fries?”

Laurent blinks. “What?”

Everyone at the table laughs.

“What?” he says again.

“Don’t worry,” Lykaios says. “You two are so cute together.”

“Neither of them have listened to a word I’ve said in the last fifteen minutes,” Nikandros says mournfully. He’s finally eating his burger instead of talking though, so that’s something.

“Yeah,” Laurent replies, “I hit my ‘listening to you’ limit about ten words in.”

Damen is still smiling at him. “Nik is going to be a lawyer.” He says it proudly, because Damen is totally that kind of friend. Yesterday, Laurent saw him hug Pallas for making it onto the wrestling team again this year.

“A morally sound lawyer,” Nik says. “It’s an important distinction.”

“Good for you,” Laurent replies. Maybe he should hug Damen? For verisimilitude. Like if Damen will hug his friends, then surely he’d hug his boyfriend. Laurent should bring that up. His eyes keep drifting back to Damen’s biceps.

“What are you going to do, Laurent?” Damen asks. “After graduation.”

“I don’t know,” Laurent says, “English or something. My brother thinks I should take a gap year and travel or whatever before I decide.”

Damen’s brow furrows. “Nicaise?”

“My older brother, Auguste.”

“What if you guys go to different universities?” Lykaios sounds horrified at the thought. She also apparently talks more in group setting with her friends than she does in class. It would be nice to see her coming out of her shell if she weren’t asking Laurent questions like this.

“I have a car,” Damen tells her. “I don’t mind driving.”

Well, it’s easy to say that when they won’t even be fake dating by then.

Damen grabs a fry off of Laurent’s plate, while everyone else falls into conversations about what they want to do after graduation. Pallas is saying something weird about taking lasers into account but Laurent’s too busy looking at Damen again. This close proximity thing is really getting to him.

“What are you going to do after graduation?”

“Paramedical science.” Of course Damen would go into saving people’s lives as a career. He’ll probably moonlight as a firefighter while he’s at it. He’s so fucking perfect. He’s also eating Laurent’s food.

“Eat your own food,” Laurent chastises.

“Yours taste better.”

“They do not.”

“I’m a growing boy,” Damen whines playfully. “I need more food.”

“Your poor parents must have the worst grocery bill in the world.”

Damen smiles. And then he is nonchalantly reaching towards Laurent’s face to-- “There’s sauce on your cheek,” Damen says, wiping the corner of Laurent’s mouth with his thumb.

Laurent’s heart is pounding. This is awful. He feels like he’s going to be sick or something, but in this hideous jittery way. “Thanks,” he manages to say.

Damen is still looking at his mouth. It would be so easy to just go for it. He should lean in. This is totally a situation where a couple would kiss, right? Who needs romantic notions like actually dating the person you have your first kiss with, when you can just have it with someone like Damen?

Laurent’s leaning in before he’s even thought it through, and his heart is going fucking insane and it’s too late to stop -- Damen isn’t even trying to stop him. So Laurent just keeps leaning in and then they’re like a millimetre away and Laurent--

He can’t do it. He turns his head at the last minute and pecks Damen on the cheek like a fifth-grader.

He wants to die.

Damen just smiles at him again, and softly says, “Thanks.”

Laurent stands up. “I’m just going to…” he’s looking around frantically for a distraction. “I need water.” The water station is a perfect place to calm down and maybe also come to terms with the fact that he’s actively ruining his own life.

When Damen drops Laurent off that evening, it’s well past dinner time. Laurent’s never felt the need to sneak into his house before, but he does now. Of course, that means the second he closes the front door, the light turns on.

Laurent turns around. Auguste is standing by the switch. Apparently Laurent isn’t the only one in the family with dramatic tendencies.

“Who dropped you off?” Auguste asks. He’s leaning against the door-frame like he thinks he looks casual.

“My friend,” Laurent says.

“Vannes?”

“No.”

“Orlant?”

“No.”

Auguste waits.

Laurent sighs. “It was a friend from school. Is that all? Can I go to bed?”

“Sure,” Auguste says. “I mean, I’m only your beloved older brother. Why would you tell me that you have a boyfriend?”

Laurent frowns. “Who told you?!”

“Jord did. He called earlier to see if you were alright.”

Jord graduated last year and Laurent had decided not to tell him about his little fake boyfriend scenario. “How does Jord know?”

“His secret high-school girlfriend told him.”

This day is just one shock after another. “Who is that? I’d know if he was dating one of my classmates.”

“I don’t know. It’s a secret.”

“Well, I guess everyone has secret relationships, so you can’t get mad at me.”

Auguste smiles, sweetly. “Jord isn’t my darling little brother. What’s his name?”

Honestly, Auguste is terrible at interrogations. He should have just asked Nicaise who drove them home the other day. Laurent stares him down. “If I tell you,” he says slowly, “you have to promise you’re not going to try to find him on facebook or embarrass me if you see me with him. Oh and you’re not allowed to tell mum.”

“Why can’t I tell mum?”

“I just don’t want her to think it’s a big thing when it’s not. It’s not -- we aren’t serious. And you know what high school relationships are like, we’ll probably just break up.”

“How optimistic of you.”

“Do we have a deal or not?”

“Deal.”

“His name is Damen,” Laurent says. “Okay, goodnight.”

He pushes past Auguste towards his room before he can ask for anymore details.

#the hs fake date au #captive prince #writing #this is my peace offering for everyone i traumatised with the angst of my big bang hahahaha #look at how cute and devoid of actual hurt this is

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katymacsupernatural · 6 years

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A Chance Run In

Dean Winchester x Reader AU

Word Count: 1850

Written For @atc74 and her Roll the Dice Challenge. @spnfluffbingo and @spnaubingo

Squares Filled: Single Parent for FLUFF. DOMESTIC for AU.

For the Roll the Dice Challenge I had teacher, riding a bike and birthday party.

Warnings: small car/bike collision.

“Thank god it’s Friday,” you whispered to yourself, your eyes searching for the clock once again. It was the fifth time in an hour you had glanced up, the minute hand had hardly moved. “Tommy, we do not eat glue,” you muttered, closing your eyes and taking a deep breath. Today had been one of the longest days of your life. Each and every kid seemed to be on fire, easily grating on your nerves. On top of that the copier had jammed, and you had been given extra recess duty. Not the way you had wanted to spend your Friday, and you couldn’t wait to get home, snuggle up in your pajamas, and drink that newest bottle of wine chilling in your fridge.

“Miss Y/L/N, Stacy pulled my hair!” Kacie exclaimed, ready to cry, and for a second you wondered why you had chosen to work with first graders.

“Stacy, we don’t pull hair,” you said before clapping your hands together. “Alright everyone, it’s time to get your backpacks.”

Those words seemed magical, stopping Kacie’s tears, as suddenly everyone stood up, racing towards the cubbies and pulling their backpacks out, shoving everything inside. Just then the bell rang, and you opened the door, sending the kids out to their busses, waving bye as they went.

With the kids finally gone, you went about your room, tidying things up before deciding you had enough. It was time to call it a day. Taking your purse, you slipped it into your backpack, shrugging it over your shoulders before taking your helmet in hand.

Living three blocks from the school meant that you often rode your bike to school, leaving your car for when the weather was bad. You enjoyed the bike ride each day, letting the exercise calm you.

Unlocking your bike, you saw the parking lot was mainly empty, which boaded well for you. Sliding on to your bike, you began the short trek to your house, your mind swirling with your plans this weekend. Simple plans, probably boring to everyone else. Visiting a couple of thrift stores, getting some things done for next week’s lesson plans. Hopefully work in your garden before binge watching your new show.

Lost in thought, you didn’t see the truck turning right in front of you until it was too late. Trying to stop your bike, you ran straight into the bumper of the truck, flipping your bike. Down on the pavement you went, crying out in pain as you landed hard on your hands and knees. Your bike crashed in front of you as the truck came to a screeching halt.

Laying there, you tried to take stock of your injuries, thankful it wasn’t as bad as it could have been. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry!” This deep voice exclaimed, as you felt a hand land gently on your shoulder. “Is it bad? Should I call an ambulance?”

“No, no, I think I’m okay,” you said, trying to stand on your feet, but your ankle gave out and you fell back to your knees.

“Let me help!” The voice, smoother than whiskey, and just as deep spoke, helping you to your feet. As you struggled to stay up, even with his help, you finally glanced into the most mesmerizing pair of green eyes you had ever seen. “Better?”

“I think my ankles sprained,” you mumbled, wincing as you tried to put weight on it once again.

“Listen, I know I’m a jerk for causing this, so let me make it up to you,” he explained as he helped you around to the side of his truck. “I have medical experience, and an ice bag back at my place.”

“Um, I’m not sure,” you tried to say, but you couldn’t help but stare at the gorgeous man in front of you. He was tall, with broad shoulders encased in a light gray henley. His jean clad legs were long, and you wished you could have met this man under different circumstances.

“I know,” he sighed as he helped you onto the passenger seat. “But I want to make up for my reckless driving. But I also need to be getting home. So, please let me make this up to you at my home, where you can relax and elevate that ankle.”

It wasn’t like you to take strangers up on their offer, but you could see nothing but kindness and concern in his eyes. Throwing caution to the wind, you nodded, knowing there was no way you would be riding your bike the rest of the way home. And if you were being honest with yourself, you wanted to get to know this green eyed man a little bit better.

“The name’s Dean,” he said before moving to the front of his truck once again, taking your mangled bike and tossing it into the back of his truck. Climbing into the driver’s seat, he faced you once again, a silly look on his face.

“What?” You asked.

“You never said your name,” he answered.

“My name’s Y/N,” you told him. Reaching into your pocket, you pulled out your phone, quickly sending off a text to your friend, letting her know that you were risking your life. You wanted someone aware of where you would be, just in case things happened to go south.

It wasn’t much longer before Dean was pulling up at nice looking house, with a freshly mowed yard. Balloons floated in the air, tied to the mailbox, a huge banner on the porch proclaiming Happy Birthday.

“Dean, what’s going on?” You asked as he came around the side of the car.

“It’s my daughter’s birthday. She’s eight today,” he explained, picking you up and carrying you to the porch.

“But, I don’t want to get in the way of a birthday party!” You exclaimed.

“Nonsense. I’m not letting you leave until you rest that leg and get some ice on it,” he insisted, pushing the door open. “Besides, who can say no to cake?”

“Dad, people are going to be here soon! What took you so… Miss Y/L/N? What are you doing here?”

“Wait, Ashlynn, you know this woman?” Dean asked, seeming surprised.

“She teaches first grade at my school,” Ashlynn answered as Dean carefully placed you down in an armchair, grabbing a pillow and raising your leg.

“Well, I accidentally hit this teacher, and I promised to take care of her,” Dean told his daughter. “So go get ice please.”

His daughter took off, leaving you alone with Dean once again. “Listen, the cakes out in the car. I’ll be back, and we’ll get a good look at you, make sure nothing else is wrong.”

With him outside, you glanced around the house, impressed with how much effort he had gone through for his daughter’s birthday. Balloons were everywhere, along with streamers. You could see through the sliding glass doors to the backyard, seeing the huge inflatable games.

“Dad loves to go all out for my birthday,” Ashlynn said as she came back with a towel wrapped bag of ice. “I guess he thinks it makes up for not having my Mom here.”

“Your Mom?” You asked as she handed you the bag. Pulling your pant leg up, you winced at the bruise already forming. Placing the ice on your ankle, you waited to see if she would answer.

“My Mom died when I was six,” she answered just as Dean came back into the house, a very large, very pink cake in his hands.

“There, everything’s ready!” He exclaimed, taking the cake into the kitchen. “Your friends will be here any minute, and we’ll get this party started!”

“I can call my friend, have her come get me,” you started to say, but both Dean and Ashlynn yelled no at the same time.

“I promised to check you over,” he insisted, kneeling down next to you. You had noticed it before, his subtle aroma of whiskey and gunpowder wafting towards your nose. He was overwhelming your every sense, and you knew this man was a danger to you. “Ashlynn, go make sure all the snacks are outside,” he ordered.

Ashlynn took off as Dean reached over, grasping your hand. “So, you’re a teacher at my daughter’s school.”

“First grade,” you spoke softly, his callused hands surprisingly gentle with you.

“You’re brave. Raising Ashlynn has been enough kid interaction for me,” he muttered. “I’m a carpenter.”

“But you said you had medical training.”

“Trained in first aid,” he answered sheepishly. “This hand is a little scraped, but nothing bad. It’s that ankle you’ll have to keep an eye on. Do you have a boyfriend or someone to care for you while it heals?”

“No boyfriend,” you answered, his smile making you giddy.

“Maybe I can convince you to stay here for the weekend. Give you a chance to heal.”

“Dean, you don’t even know me. Why would you do that?”

“I don’t know,” he admitted. “There’s jump something about you. Maybe it was literally sweeping you off your feet. I don’t know.”

Just then the doorbell rang. “Go celebrate your daughter’s birthday,” you ordered, watching as he walked away, opening the door and letting in a gaggle of kids and their parents. Some of the Mom’s you knew from school, and they kept you company while the kids played outside. Dean continued to check on you, much to the amusement of the other Mom’s.

“We’ve always tried to get him together with another parent. But he’s never shown this much interest, until you,” Beverly said, watching as he brought you another glass of punch.

“It’s just because he’s guilty,” you tried to play it off, but Beverly shook her head.

“No, it’s definitely more than that,” she insisted.

After cake had been passed out, people started to leave, and Ashlynn came and curled up on the couch across from you. “How was the birthday party?” You asked her.

“Amazing!” She exclaimed, right before one of her friends came up and whispered in her ear. Soon, she was rushing off, planning on spending the night with her friend, leaving you and Dean alone in his house.

“So have you thought about what I said earlier? Spending at least one night here?” He asked, settling down next to you, a beer in his hand.

“I think I’m going to have to,” you admitted. “This ankle won’t hold me up at all.”

“I think this has to be fate,” he told you. “Because I’ve noticed you at school, and I’ve been trying to gather up the nerve to talk to you.

“What? Does that mean that running into me was planned?” You exclaimed, watching as his mouth opened in shock.

“No!” He insisted. “That was purely coincidence,” he tried to tell you.

“Just teasing,” you assured him, yawning widely. “But seriously, I can’t believe I’m doing this. I’ve never jumped into something so fast like I am with you.”

“Just think of me as your nurse,” he said. “A nurse who has the hots for his patient.”

“A patient who likes her nurse,” you admitted, as he leaned over, searching your eyes before pressing his lips gently to yours.

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disneygirl2202 · 7 years

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You’re Not Them (Sam Temple x Reader)

A/N: These characters are from a book series I read called Gone. It’s a really good series, I highly recommend it!

Prompt: You’ve been friends with Sam and Quinn for as long as you can remember. You’ve known about his powers for awhile since you are just like him. When Caine, Derek, and Diana first show up, they recognize you and try to get you to join them again, but you go back to the firestation with Sam and that’s when you decide to confront them to leave your friends alone.

Sam’s P.O.V.

“Not them, anybody but them.” Y/N mumbles, her grip on my hands tightens

“Y/N, didn’t you go to school with them?” Quinn asks

She sighs and nods, rolling her eyes.

“Yeah, I sadly had to go to school with them before my mom realized that I was happier with you guys so she let me switch. They still hate my guts for it.” She says

“Want to tell us who they are?” I ask

“The one in the bright yellow is Caine Soren, the other one next to him with the sandy colored hair is Drake Merwin, then the girl is Diana Ladris, then the one who looks like a fifth grader, his name is Jack, but everybody calls him Computer Jack.” She says, pointing to each one

“They seem like they’re in charge.” I say

“No doubt about that.” She says “Caine always had that natural leadership with him.”

She looks at them, I can feel her hand start to warm up and tap her with my free hand.

“Y/N, your hand.” I whisper

“Sorry.” She says and automatically cools down

“How well did you know them?” Astrid asks

“They were my group. They were the ones I hung out with. Drake and I were the athletic ones in the group. But I can tell you this, this isn’t the Drake I knew. They must have changed him somehow after I left.” She says quietly

“Who are the leaders here?” The one named Caine asks

Howard steps up, telling him about Orc, and that whole fiasco happened. When Caine asked for other leaders, mine and Y/N’s name.

I look at Y/N as she has a tight line formed with her lips as she grabs the crook of my arm with the hand that isn’t holding mine.

“Lets go down there and see what its about.” I say

“He will kill me.” She says

“No he won’t. He’s not capable of that. Besides, you’re stronger than him. You have the powers.” I whisper

She nods as the crowd parts as we make our way towards the center. We reach Caine and the others, he looks at us and his eyes stop on Y/N. I can feel my own grip on her hand tighten.

“Sam Temple.” I say and hold my hand out

“You wouldn’t so happen to be related to the nurse up at Coates Academy.” He says

“She’s my mother.” I say

He nods and shakes my hand then looks at Y/N, eyeing her up and down.

“Caine, stop checking me out. I will never be your’s. Not again.” She says, an annoyed look on her face “Besides, I’m taken.”

She holds our hands up and he nods then looks around again. I quickly nominate Quinn for another leader.

Once we have all of the twelve he needed, we head into the church. I feel Y/N’s grip release a bit as Astrid kneels down and does the cross symbol. We look back and she lets go of my hand as she sees Drake looking directly at us.

As we are walking in, Y/N watches those four closely, especially Diana. She looks at the ground as we approach Diana. Diana sets her hand on my shoulder and I can feel Y/N tense up next to me.

“I’ve heard a lot about you Sam. That was really brave.” She says

“Diana, don’t touch him.” Y/N says

Diana looks at her as she lets her hand drop and shakes her head.

“Look what the dog dragged in. The one who left Drake behind.” She laughs

“You’re so lucky we are in a church. But I would’ve brought Drake with me if his parents would have let me.” Y/N growls

“Oh! Sam, you have a feisty one here.” She says

“Well maybe you shouldn’t talk about her family like that. I would be the same way if you were insulting me about leaving my family.” Quinn says

She just looks at us and smiles softly, then motions for us to head into the church and sit down.

“Thanks Quinn, she tends to be rather difficult.” Y/N says “Sam, don’t let her let her touch you, she’s like us.”

“What can she do?” I ask

“I’ll explain later.” She says with a kiss to my cheek then goes and sits next to Astrid and little Petey

-~-

Everything was going good until Orc decided to run his big mouth and after the mini earthquake, that’s when Little Pete started to have a break down.

“Astrid, get him outside.” Y/N quickly said

She nods and started to walk out, I grab Y/N’s hand, hearing a creaking sound coming from the front of the church. I see the giant cross as it starts to fall down and hits Cookie in his shoulder. Caine looks at Cookie then directly at Y/N as she brings her hand to her mouth, running out of the church.

-~-

After they got help for Cookie, I walked out, hoping to find Astrid or Y/N. I see Astrid talking to the one they call Computer Jack but I don’t see Y/N, or Drake in that case.

“Astrid, have you seen Y/N?” I ask

“I think she said she was going to head to the fire station and clean it up a bit so it could be livable for you four that are working that part.�� She says

“Thanks Astrid. We’ll meet up later.” I say and run off

Your P.O.V.

“Drake, just leave me alone.” You say as you continue to walk to the fire station

“Y/N, you need to listen to me if you want to stay alive.” He says

You turn around suddenly, looking him in the eye, his sandy hair falling into the eyes you once used to call safety. You shove your hands in your pockets, looking down.

“I’m not being part of that group again. Not after what I see that they have done to you. The Drake I knew, the Drake that I called my best friend is no longer there, all because I left to be happier with my boyfriend. I’m sorry Drake, I need to keep my friends safe from Diana and Caine.” You say, tears coming to your eyes

“Y/N, don’t do this. We can keep you safe. Nobody will find out about your powers like they will if you stay with them.” He says

“I’m not coming with you Drake.” You say again

You reach your hand up and set it on his cheek, instead of pulling his face away, he accepted it. You sigh as some of his tears spill over his cheek, you wipe the fallen tears from his cheek.

“I’m sorry.” You whisper, going on your tiptoes and give him a small kiss on the cheek, just like old times

You watch as he walks away, you finally let your own tears fall as you finish your route to the fire station.

When you find the room with the cots, that’s where you just break down.

-~-

“Y/N, hurry up. We’re going to be late!” Drake yells

“Coach won’t kill us, he knows we were studying.” You yell, running after him

“You never know.” He says

You roll your eyes as you finally catch up with him, holding onto your blazer as you continued to run to the football field.

“You never told me how your date with Caine went last night.” He says as we slow the pace down

“Why would you want to know?” You ask

“Am I not allowed to know how my best friend’s date went with the guy that finally helped her get over her last crush?” He asks

“Well it fine. It was basically a normal day, but there was just something there.” You say with a smile

“Good. And I can actually approve of this guy.” He says

You roll your eyes and get ready for rugby practice.

-~-

A few days later, you are in the kitchen, preparing something to eat for whenever Sam got back with Quinn and Edilio from a training. You hear the door open and three groans in unison. You laugh as you walk to the door, pulling your hair to the side of your neck.

“Tough day?” You ask

“You have no idea.” Quinn says

“Can’t be as bad as half of the waves you took last week.” You say

“True. Wait, is that water I hear boiling?” Sam asks

“Why yes it is. I was just about to start the pasta.” You say

As you guys all walk back into the kitchen, you hear a light scream. You look at the others, then go to run out to the garage, where you see small curls around a figure as they make their way up the driveway crying for help.

“Bette?!” You say surprised, grabbing her under her arm and help her, noticing the cut on her temple

“Help me. They’re going to kill me.” She cries

“Y/N, who is that?” Sam asks as he comes running out

“Bette, who did this?” You ask, while answering Sam’s question

“Y/N, get back here. I just figured out who did this.” Quinn says

You look towards the bottom of the driveway and see Orc with Howard and two kids from Coates. You bring Bette to where you two are behind the three boys. You step up next to Sam and look at them as they are carrying their bats in their hands.

“Alright Orc, this has gone to far.” You start

“Get out of the way, we ain’t finished with the punishment yet.” Orc grumbles

You cross your arms as you take a step in front of everybody, glaring him down.

“How about you make me Orc.” You say

“You’re asking for it.” He says

He brings his bat up and swings it at your head, you duck under it and quickly kick his gut as he is still moving from the momentum from the swing.

“You must have forgotten, my dad was a police officer and taught me a few things in the self defense category. And I trained even more at Coates.” You say, glaring at him as he is doubled over

He laughs as he shakes his head and brings his arm out and grabs mehind your knees and pulls your legs out from under you. You fall back and land on your butt, sending a shock of pain through your spine. You see Edilio come rushing him and that’s the last thing you remember for that moment before it goes black.

The next time you see color is when Drake shows up telling everybody to stay still. You stand up with the help of Sam and watch as Orc keeps kicking Edilio. Drake stops them then turns towards us, eyeing you.

“What is going on here?” He asks

“I was just coming to help Bette get away from Orc when he attacked me.” You say, arms crossed

“And why was Orc beating Bette?” He asks

“Cause she was breaking the rules.” Howard says

“That shouldn’t result into a beating that could have killed her!” You yell, feelings Sam grab your hips to hold you back from taking a lunge at them again

Drake watches you, awfully amused by your reaction at saving somebody like Bette.

“And what rule was she breaking?” He asks

“She was doing magic.” A kid says

You look at Sam, eyes wide.

“Drake, she is done with punishment. I’m calling that now.” You say

“Since when is that the rule?” Sam asks

“They’re in the new rules.” Drake says, handing Sam a folded piece of paper

“This is ridiculous.” You mutter

“And Y/N, I’ll let you call it tonight, but don’t expect it to happen every time.” He says “Everybody go home!”

The crowd clears as you turn around and bring Bette inside. You bandage up the wound and look at the clock.

“Sam, want to walk her home?” You ask

“Oh, uhm, sure.” He says

You watch them walk out then turn towards the other two. Quinn looks at you and shakes his head.

“You’re not going out there.” He says

“Yes I am. I am the only one who can directly approach Caine and Drake without being beaten.” You say, grabbing Sam’s jacket that he left behind, heading towards the door “Tell Sam I’ll be right back.”

You walk out and head towards Town Hall, ready to beat somebody. You feel a presence behind you.

“Orc, you know you aren’t to touch me. I’m just going to talk to Caine then I will head back to my station.” You say, not looking back

“Why are you one of the only ones who can approach him without a warning?” He asks

“I don’t have to tell you.” You say and continue to walk

Sam’s P.O.V.

I get back to the fire station and see Edilio and Quinn eating a bowl of cereal.

“Pasta didn’t survive.” Quinn says

I nod and grab a bowl myself, looking around and not seeing Y/N.

“She went to go confront them didn’t she?” I say

“You know her well.” Quinn says

“She didn’t give you a choice?” I ask

“Nope.” He says

I sigh and sit down and start to eat, pulling out the new rules, reading over them and shaking my head.

“These are dumb.” I say

“That’s why Y/N went to confront them.” Edilio says

“I don’t trust them. I don’t see why she liked them when she went to school with them.” I say

“They must have changed.” Quinn says

“That’s what she said about Drake.” I say

“Dude, he’s her cousin.” Quinn says

“How do you know that?” I ask

“My parents were out, you were busy, so I was over there, playing video games with her when he came over with Y/N’s mom’s brother.” He says

I nod and look back at the rules, pursing my lips.

“Did she say when she was coming back?” I ask

“No. But she said she’ll be back, and that you probably should try to get some sleep.” Edilio says

I nod and walk into the toehr room and lay down on one of the six beds, looking at the ceiling.

Your P.O.V.

You walk into the Town Hall, walking right past some of the kids on duty. You ignore their protests about how you can’t go in there.

“Alright Caine, what the hell are you doing with this place?” You ask, barging into the mayor’s office

“Hello to you too Y/N.” He says, looking up from the paper in front of him

“You can’t just let your officers go around and beat people. Especially if the new sheriff is my own cousin.” You say, crossing your arms, glaring at him “Don’t even try to touch me Diana. You should know better than anyone that my powers won’t change and I will stay at 4 bars.”

“You’re getting good at noticing your surroundings.” She says and walks out from behind me

“I just want to know what gives you the right to give permission to other people to beat others.” You say

“I’m the mayor. What I say, it goes. That is why I have Drake in charge of enforcing the rules. You would have been a good one to have in his place, but I don’t know if I can trust you. Especially after you left us for the Temple kid.” He says

“I left because they made me a lot happier than Coates kids could. But me leaving did not give you the right to change Drake.” You say

“Well, you could be part of the plan once again and you can hear what we are planning on doing after we find all the ones like us.” He says

“I’m good. Just like I told Drake, I am not coming back and being one of you. I rather be a minion or fall into a trap with Sam and them, cause I know they will always have my back.” You say

Turning around, going to walk out when you turn around and look at Diana, to see her glare at you.

“Oh Diana sweetie, don’t try to read my friends. I know which ones are like us, and which ones aren’t. So don’t go trying to read them again, or you won’t like what will happen.” You say

She looks at you, a shocked expression on her face.

“I know you tried to read Astrid, I was able to feel the presence of your ability residue on her. And when you set your hand on Sam’s shoulder, I know you didn’t read him, but you were thinking about it.” You say “But don’t. You don’t want to turn out like Caine with a burn mark on his back because of me.”

You walk out of the Town Hall, walking right past Drake. You feel his hand grace your shoulder as you continue to walk away.

Sam’s P.O.V.

I sit up as I hear the door open and a quick groan. I get up off of the bed and quietly make my way out. I walk to the main room and see Y/N sitting on the couch, looking at the ceiling, hand in her hair, tears going down her cheeks.

I walk over and sit at her feet and set my arm on her knees, looking at her.

“Are you okay?” I ask

“It just hurts to see my cousin so ruthless. What did they do to him? His father would have never let his mother do this to him.” She says

“Who knows. But you just have to ignore it. Maybe he’ll change back once he sees it’s wrong.” I say

“He’s stubborn like his mother. He won’t come back.” She says

“I’m sorry Y/N, but we just need to survive for now until we can figure out what the next move is.” I say

“I know. And whatever they are planning isn’t going to be good.” She says

“You never told them their powers if they have any.” I say

“Right.” She says

She sits up, curling up into the blanket even more. I set my arm across the back of the couch as she lays her head on my shoulder.

“Drake, he is one of us, he’s not that strong, his is something to do with regeneration and stuff like that.” She says

“Not surprised with him being your cousin.” I say

She laughs and nods, a smile on her face.

“What about Computer Jack?” I ask

“I don’t think he is one of us. But he obviously knows that they have powers.” She says

“Aright. Caine?” I say

“Yes. He is just about as strong as me, he has telekinesis. I have a feeling that he is the one who caused the cross to fall on top of Cookie.” She says

“That’s insane.” I say

“You don’t want to get on his bad side.” She says

“What about Diana?” I ask

“Yes. She’s a reader. She can tell you how strong or what your powers are. But she has to touch you and it takes her about 2 to 5 minutes to get a full reading.” She says

“That’s why you don’t want her to touch me or Little Pete or anybody else.” I say

“Exactly. If they were to find out how strong you are or what powers you have, or that Little Pete has some powers, I don’t know what they plan on doing.” She says

“He obvious took an interest in me after he found out for sure that I was who I was.” I say

“Because of your mom. He had something against your mom while we were at Coates together, but he never told me what it was. But I can tell you this, he is afraid of you and I don’t know why exactly.” She says

“Well I can tell you that he is afraid of you too.” I say

She chuckles, and shakes her head, looking down at our hands as I took one of her’s with my hand that was at my side.

“There’s a reason behind why he is scared of me. Why all of them are scared of me.” She says

“Powers?” I ask

“Yeah. I’m the only one they know of that have two powers like mine.” She starts

“Reading and fire.” I say

“Yeah. Well Caine did something to me that I didn’t like, so I may or may not have left a burnt spot on his back.” She says

“You injured him?” I ask

“Yeah. He deserved it, he broke my heart.” She says

“The same day you came right over to my house after school, tears running down your face.” I say

“Exactly. Same day I told you that I liked you and I have for a while.” She says

I smile and drop my arm to where it’s around her shoulder. I kiss the top of her head and look down at her.

“You should get some sleep.” I say

“Will you at least stay with me here until I fall asleep, I’ve been having nightmares a lot lately.” She says

“Of course I will. Besides, we aren’t that far away from the other room.” I say

She smiles and just lets her head lay on my shoulder while we talk until I can hear her breathing even out, telling me she’s asleep. I smile and lean my head against the arm rest and fall asleep, her hand in mine and my arm around her.

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stuckintheskyline · 6 years

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~Part 1 Continued~

Moving day was here and I couldn't be more excited about it! A fresh start, A new scene and a new start to life. Things seemed to be going great for a little while at least. I had found something that I actually really enjoyed doing. I fell in love with dance. There was just something about it that made me feel something that I had never really felt before. I was about six or seven when I took my first class. I put every ounce of effort and determination I had into my classes. And to top it all off I had the most amazing support system, my mother. She was my biggest fan. She did absolutely everything she could to provide anything I needed to achieve my wildiest dreams. I was beyond thankful for everything she did for me, My depression was basically gone and I felt that I could counqur the world. Then something awful happened. My godfather had passed away in a car accident just a week before my sisters 2nd birthday. He had called me about a week before it happened and said he was so excited to surprise me with something, I unfortunately never found out what that surprise was, I still don’t know what it is. To be fair I don’t really think I will ever find out. He was my fathers best friend, but more than that he was family. I loved him, I looked up to him. Especially right before his passing. My father was never a big supporter of my dance career. He loved to use very rude gay slurs and call me things like “sissy” or “fairy”. Looking back on it now I honestly just laugh. I call myself a fairy and a unicorn on a daily basis, so it is basically just stating facts. But for me being a very young kid it was very hard to hear, let alone from your father. MY god father was different, Even though him and my father were best friends, he was more of a father to me than my own, even though he lived across the country, he cared about me more than my own father.

(I kinda just want to clarify something up quick, yes he was my “godfather” and I know that is a religious thing, Yes I grew up in a religious home but i wasn't highly religious)

After my godfathers death my dad started to change, I mean he was never really the perfect father, but i did notice a change. One day he just decided to leave. I don’t really remember much of when he left. Quite frankly I have erased all memory of him from my mind. All i remember is him kissing me on the forehead and said “I love you bud” and that was it. I remember stand at the top of the stairs looking down them as he walked out the door, that’s when it really hit me that he was gone. I saw it as a new beginning, I dove so hard into dance and put even more into it. I started to compete, i started traveling and performing with my dance company. I even got into musical theater, At this point in life everything was going smooth for some time. But what would life be without a cliff to fall off of and fell like you are never going to stop falling right? right!

After elementary school was over for me I transferred schools to a different district, I grew up in a great town with really shitty middle schools. That was a very hard one for me. Leaving all my friends who were all going to the same school and I was going somewhere that I knew literally no one at all. I remember my first day in that big scary classroom. I saw this kid sitting at the very back end of the class and for some reason I was drawn over to him. I didn’t say anything, I just sat there and looked at the desk in front of me. I had never felt so nervous about anything before. I had no idea what the feeling I was having was. I few weeks went by, I started to open up a little more. I had made some friends, some great friends! I even met some people that I knew from being in the same daycare program, they were a grade under me so I didn’t get to see them as much as I hoped but they were always there for me. At this time I had just started to realize what real “romantic” feelings were, Or what I thought was romance at the time. I was so used to my mother and father acting weird around each other that I thought that was what liking someone was. So I just acted weird all the time. About half way through my five grade year my mother had started a new relationship. I couldn’t be happier for her. She has this light and aurora about her that just radiated everywhere and I loved seeing that again. Her and her new man showed me what love really was. I started to notice that I started feeling things for someone in my class, But the weird thing was, it was a boy in my class. I had always thought that girls were something that would just come natural to me, But it just didn’t I had a best friend in the past and I guess you can say that we “dated” But it wasn’t really anything. I loved her so much! But it was never on a level like I had thought love really was. I didn’t peruse these feelings I had been feeling for this classmate, I felt that if I said anything, bad things would happen. I didn’t want to disappoint anyone, I thought the the feelings I kept having every time he walked into a room, or said my name even.

Then came the school play, At my school the fifth graders were the top of the food chain, Only because of the fact that the district of schools I was in elementary went until fifth grade *which i found fairly annoying*. We were getting ready for our performance of “The Jungle Book” I ended up getting cast as Baloo the Bear. I was beyond excited. I was a lead character and it was my first year at the school. I was on cloud nine. I was beyond excited for rehearsals to start, then all of the sudden I see him walk in. I immoderately froze in my spot. Then I get told that we have a duet we have to sing together... I could feel my heart racing, as if it was about to burst directly out of my chest. To make my anxiety ten times better about the whole situation, our number was at the very beginning of the show so we had to rehearse our number first. I was beside myself, I thought “well there’s no time like the present to get to know him.. you’re going to have to get at least some relationship for the chemistry to work”. So I took it upon myself to introduce myself, finally after almost six months of terror inside myself I finally spoke.

Rehearsals became something I lived for every week. As it got closer to the time for the show I became very overwhelmed with everything. I was still juggling dance classes almost everyday, rehearse and trying to get into the next grade. I’ts strange to think someone only in the fifth grade would be worrying about all this instead of worrying about what they were gonna be watching on Disney Channel after school. As for me, my mind was always somewhere else, getting lost in every little detail of everything. I managed to juggle everything until the night of the show. I was so excited I finally got to show everyone how hard I have worked for this moment. I even had my mother come and help with the makeup so it could be even more fun. It was once I went and looked into the mirror at myself before we got told “we had 15 minutes to show”, i lost it. It was the very first time I had ever had a panic attack before. I felt like the room was closing in, I couldn't breathe, I felt as if i was a bubble about to burst. Then all of the sudden he came in, without saying a word he grabbed my hand and pulled me into a classroom across the hall and locked the door. I ran do the farthest desk because I was beyond embarrassed that this whole thing was even happening. I just started sobbing with my head in my hands at the desk, I heard him slowly start to walk over to me and move the desk in front of me around so it was facing me, he sat down and grabbed my hands. I instantly sat up and stopped crying. I was in shock, I thought I was in a dream. Those beautiful hazel eyes looking right into mine and he said “Just take a breath I got you don’t worry” I shut my eyes and took the deepest breath I could. He was trying everything he could to make me feel better, He noticed I had a notebook with a picture of the first High School Musical on it “Oh i see you like High School Musical I see?” So he started singing “What I’ve Been Looking For” and all the worries and fears I had vanished. It was just him and I in this room singing, Nothing else mattered. It felt so good.

The last day was vastly approaching and I was excited yet terrified. Every kid looks forward to summer break. The barbecues, beach trips, birthday parties. I was beyond excited for all these things, but at the same time all I could think about was him. I had to make sure I had something to remember him I thought. On the very last day we got our yearbooks, I had no idea what a yearbook was at the time, So I asked my mother. She said that it was a book of pictures to show you all the amazing things that the students at your school did. I noticed that people were having everyone write in them. He was the first person I ran to. Will you sign mine? I said in the most timid but trying to not to sound it voice, Of course! he said. I asked him to keep in touch over the summer, He said Yes most defiantly! I left that school feeling so good about myself. As I walked out those doors it finally hit me, like a ton of bricks, I was falling for him, like I was suppost to with a girl. I saw myself holding his hand, taking him on dates, kissing him. All I thought about was kissing him.

The summer went on and I tried not to think about him. I tried to get him as far out of my mind as I could, I wasn’t ready to pull those feeling out yet. So I quit dance classes, I quit theater programs, Everything I loved that I though would make me feel these things. I started to think my father was right about me. I started to doubt myself. I tried to build a bond with my mothers new boyfriend. Since I had no classes during the summer I wanted to have some fun, So he took me under his wing. That summer was amazing. I thought I had found someone I could eventually call Dad. He loved my mother unconditionally and he worshiped the ground my sister walked on. He showed me how to talk to girls, and how to look, act, basically be a whole different person. I dated a lot of girls in my middle school years. From grade six to about eight I was just dating anyone what would date me. Then there came my very last girlfriend..

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5hfanfiction · 7 years

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for me it's you, for you it's her

Camila’s always wanted a perfect first kiss, a happily ever after moment give or take. She remembers being eleven years old, her first boyfriend Austin had tried to kiss her on the playground while they were hanging out with about twenty other sixth graders and she has never hopped out of the way as fast as she did then. Because that, a park on a too hot day with a gross sweaty boys wanting to show off to a bunch of other gross sweaty boys that he can kiss her, that isn’t a perfect kiss.

It goes without saying that she also spun her head in the eighth grade when Keaton tried to kiss her in history class. Because seriously? History class? Just because the teacher leaves the room for a minute doesn’t mean he can kiss her, they weren’t even dating, he just flirted with her a lot and she ignored him a lot. Plus she had just seen him kiss Lauren Jauregui the weekend before at a dance and she wasn’t going to lose her first kiss to a boy who was supposed to have a girlfriend, in fact she’d have to tell Lauren Jauregui all about the little stunt.

It was a pretty romantic kiss though. It had been in the middle of “All Back” by Chris Brown, who is a gross singer but the song is romantic and beautiful and Keaton had pressed a chaste, unexpected kiss against perfectly red lips and Lauren had seemed shocked at first, Camila had noted that from where she was sitting on the stage a few feet over from them with Dinah, but once he pulled away after about five seconds Lauren smiled and it was a really pretty smile, so Camila assumed she agreed that it was romantic. She’d learned via instagram later that it was Keaton and Lauren’s first kiss as a couple.

She had felt that familiar pit in her stomach as always when she saw Lauren with anyone but she’d learned to push the thought to the back of her head ever since the first time she felt it.

She didn’t want to watch the kiss either, hadn’t meant to do it because the pit in the stomach kind of felt like her heart had dropped a rock or something like that and that wasn’t exactly a good feeling. But she knew Lauren would smile like that and she really loved seeing Lauren smile like that so she couldn’t force herself to look away.

Her and Lauren had never been too good of friends. Basically every girl in their grade was one big friend group, so the two could hold a conversation if they had too and they ended up hanging out at a lot of the same group hangouts (Lauren is the one who shoved Austin away from Camila, repeating to him that “no means no” and instructing him to apologize for his actions [Lauren was becoming a feminist even in sixth grade]).

They could probably get along great if they tried, Camila knew they had the same favorite bands and singers, watched the same shows, were both obsessed with Cuban food. The only reason they weren’t was because somehow in fifth grade when all the girls kind of split Lauren had stuck with the girls in her neighborhood, Lucy, Alexa, Keana, and Vero, whereas Camila had been better friends with Ally and Dinah and Normani from her neighborhood. So they didn’t dislike each other, just didn’t hangout a lot. Normani walked the line and she was kind of friends with both groups though, so when they went to the monthly dances that the city had for middle schoolers, usually Camila, Dinah, and Ally would join the other group to hangout.

That’s why Camila was present for Lauren’s first kiss. She didn’t know she had a crush on Lauren, she told herself she had a crush on Austin because he had a crush on her and she was straight.

Lauren’s first kiss was the first time Camila questioned that though. She didn’t realize that’s what she was doing but it was. Watching Lauren and Brad kiss was disgusting, painful, the pit in her stomach appeared for the first time and Camila felt herself frowning from where she was watching over Austin as his annoyingly sweaty hands held onto her back, high up because apparently he didn’t want to seem to grabby.

So Camila’s first slow dance with a boy is when things began to change.

Lauren only dated Brad for a month and then she had her friends break up with him for her because apparently he smelled bad. That happened basically the same way in seventh grade with Paul, then in eighth grade with Keaton.

Camila pushed all of those first kisses she saw to the back of her mind because she couldn’t like girls, there was no way. She hadn’t dated anyone since Austin in sixth grade but that was because she was focusing on school.

She finally had to come to terms with her crush on Lauren though at homecoming their sophomore year.

Luckily there had been no first kiss to endure freshmen year because Lauren had been as single as Camila for the whole time, but they still stood near each other at the dances during sophomore year and Camila had to witness Luis’s obnoxious interruption of Lauren jokingly dancing with Keana to a slow song. He had went in for a kiss, and apparently they had been talking or something before the dance, Camila found that out later but she was disgusted at first that a boy could just kiss a girl without permission, especially a boy who was that greasy with a girl who looked like a goddess.

But when Lauren smiled Camila’s favorite smile once they pulled back, Camila figured she misread the situation a little bit. She also figured she was a little bit gay because the damn pit in her stomach felt more like a boulder since the smile was aimed at somebody else.

Junior year, Lauren was still dating Luis. Camila isn’t sure how they lasted so long, he was gross and Lauren was perfect but Camila often caught that smile when they pecked in the hall so she let it go. But this time she didn’t see Lauren and Luis kiss, she saw Lauren see Keana and Luis kiss.

It was in the girl’s bathroom and they were making out for god knows how long but Camila entered the room to see a silent Lauren staring at them with tears in her eyes. They hadn’t noticed her obviously, but they did when Camila went over to smack him in the face for her dream girl.

Luis barely got a word out before Lauren snapped out of it and slapped him as well, before turning and fleeing before those tears could fall from her eyes.

Camila of course followed her out to the parking lot after shooting the two cheaters the dirtiest look she could and caught up to Lauren just in time to catch the sobbing girl as she collapsed. Like Camila said, they weren’t friends but they could get along if they tried. So they try.

Only for that night though. Camila helps Lauren to her car since Lauren had come with Luis and wanted to get away and then Camila drove them to McDonald’s to get nuggets and McFlurries for them. Then she let Lauren cry on her shoulder about how she knew he was cheating but didn’t want to believe it and Camila mumbles back that she deserves so much better (she leaves out the part that she could give her so much better).

And she still feels the pit in her stomach, this time it’s because when Camila offers to go to Dairy Queen for ice cream even though they just had McFlurries and it isn’t because of a kiss but it is that smile that’s been Camila’s favorite since sixth grade. And it’s directed at her.

Lauren comes out as bisexual in the following month. Camila hasn’t talked to her since homecoming night but they’ve sent each other smiles in the hall and the morning after that weekend Lauren had hugged Camila in the hall for one last thank you and Camila had felt her heart explode. Camila sends her a text saying congratulations and how proud she is and Lauren replies about how happy she is to finally have the weight lifted off. Camila wonders how it feels.

That’s the first time she feels a little bit of hope.

Senior year comes around though and still nothing other than smiles in greeting and sometimes a “hey,” in the hallways that makes Camila’s smile increase in ten fold. And Camila’s still unkissed but that doesn’t bother her because as said before Lauren Jauregui greets her in the hall.

Lauren hasn’t dated anyone since Luis, apparently focusing on school and finding herself and softball and Camila is happy because homecoming is coming up and this might mean she never has to see Lauren kiss someone that isn’t her again.

She’s even more ecstatic when her and Lauren get partnered for a project in health. They spend a week of class time working on it and joking together and she really just likes Lauren, like a lot.

And Dinah is convinced that Lauren just has a flirty personality and she doesn’t want Camila getting her hopes up because she knows how much Camila is hurting over this “crush”, but Camila could swear Lauren has been extra flirty with her.

“You going to homecoming this weekend?” Lauren asks out of nowhere, trying to fill the last minute of class with small talk, it’s the Friday before the dance and that means they’re done with their project but Camila doesn’t mind because she has this awful thing called hope.

“Yeah I am, no date but I don’t really need one, I just want to have fun with my friends and maybe find someone to dance with if I can not be the most awkward version of myself,” Camila answer with a smile, blushing slightly because Lauren Jauregui giggles at something she says and Lauren Jauregui giggling has to be the cutest thing in the world.

“Well you certainly shouldn’t have trouble finding someone to dance with if you act as cute as you normally do,” Lauren answers and Camila blushes even more because after seven years of pining after her she just called Camil cute.

“Hopefully you’re right,” Camila grins back and Lauren keeps smiling at her until a second and a half later when the bell rings and they say a quick goodbye and see you tomorrows before leaving school for the better parts of fridays.

Camila knows it wasn’t much but she gets an idea in her head. She’s been talking to Lauren this week and Camila’s bad at reading people but Lauren has seemed flirty and Lauren called her cute and okay it’s a stretch but they’re both single so if they run into each other and they both need someone to dance with? How perfect would that be?

So she starts to think maybe she has a chance with Lauren, with being Lauren’s first kiss for the last time, her last first kiss (which is one of Camila’s favorite One Direction songs so maybe she’s cheesy and listens to that while she puts her makeup on and just hopes). And how romantic would it be to kiss Lauren, who’s she’s been basically in love with since forever for her first and last first kiss?

She didn’t think Lauren had a date.

And she doesn’t, she comes with her group of friends, all of them going stag except for Alexa who’s with her boyfriend but they’ve been dating for years so he counts as being in their friend group.

Camila had went with Dinah and Ally and Normani and none of them brought dates either, so maybe she can linger by Lauren’s friend group and hope that when a slow song comes on Lauren will maybe notice they’re both alone and Lauren will maybe ask her to dance and then maybe the lights will be dim and the music will be soft and maybe Lauren’s lips will be softer (okay probably not since they’re chapped as hell but the point is Camila wants to double check that they’re not soft because some chapped lips can be soft, and hey nothing wrong with chapped lips even if they are rough, it is Lauren Jauregui).

She doesn’t notice how close Lauren and Lucy are dancing, she doesn’t notice their hands becoming linked together, doesn’t think anything of the smiles on their faces because it’s a fun dance and everyone is smiling, and she’s passionately talking to Dinah about how yes glee music is good for the most part but it shouldn’t be played at Homecoming, so she doesn’t notice the slow song start until it’s already on.

Dinah’s the one who notices the slow song, it’s “iT’s YoU” by Zayn, and Camila feels like it might just be the perfect song to finally kiss her favorite girl because to Camila it is Lauren and it’s never been anyone else since sixth grade when she had to watch the girl she was in love with kiss a boy who wasn’t deserving.

So Dinah leaves to go find Normani and then with her scope out Ally and Troy because the smaller girl had asked her to take pictures at a perfect moment, which Camila thought was insanely adorable (especially since it was Troy’s idea), and Camila spun to find the girl of her dreams.

And she sees her right away.

Mainly because Lauren is a few feet from her but also because her smile is bright and big and happy in a room full of people and stands out.

Because her eyes are glistening and they’re such a light, beautiful shade of green that the lights of the room make them sparkle.

Because Lucy is dancing with her and it’s hard to miss the red dress her dream girl’s dream girl is wearing.

And it’s happening again. The pit in her stomach is forming. It’s a pit of false hopes and missed chances and lingering glances and insecurities and dreams of a perfect first kiss and a happily ever after and she can’t look away. No matter how hard she wants to look away, to go find Dinah, to run to the bathroom or to run out the door and never turn back, she can’t do it because Lauren is smiling that smile and after she kisses Lucy she’ll be smiling even brighter and Camila would brace herself but she’s never been able to properly cushion the breaking that’s inevitably about to happen.

Lucy’s the one to kiss Lauren, leaning in with a smile on her face and Lauren as always lets herself be kissed. It lasts the usual five seconds, and when they pull away Lauren is smiling Camila’s favorite smile.

Camila goes to find Ally and Troy because she’s certain Dinah got distracted somewhere and she wants at least one of them to have a happy ever after moment.

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The Break Up Blog - Day Thirty

I am exhausted today.

I managed to go to the gym close to 20:00 last night and still worked on my lesson planning for an extra hour after I got home. I need to start managing my time better so I don’t burn out from exercising as well as teaching.

I only had two classes today, which was nice. But my young tots made me very tired and exasperated just from not listening to my instructions about their written assessments. I made some lovely templates on the backs of the test papers; all my students had to do was turn the page, read the instructions and follow the written cues. But noooooo-ho-ho, they kept asking me what to do because they clearly didn’t read my instructions or listen to a word I said. I know they’re ESL students, but when I’m literally translating my instructions on the smart TV using a Korean-English dictionary and putting instructions on your test papers and you’re still not digging what I’m putting down, then you’ve missed the last bus completely. As C would put it: ‘You’re going somewhere. It’s not to college, but it’s somewhere.’

My third graders managed to at least listen to my ‘one student at a time’ rule when it came to bombarding me with questions and pleas for assistance. My fourth graders weren’t so lucky. After too many interruptions and too many students shouting for my attention from the back of the classroom like they were waiting in line at a night club, I dragged them all into the hallway and calmly told them that they were not listening to me and that they need to follow my instructions more carefully in the future.

And then we did 20 more Jumping Jacks.

If my fourth grader boys keep pissing me off and flagrantly ignoring my classroom rules, I might not have to keep going to the gym from all the exercise I’ll end up doing with them. I don’t know how SH deals with them every day as their homeroom teacher. Then again, she’s tough as nails and crazy as shit, but in a fun way, so this is probably right up her alley.

I got through class praying that my young tots will finish their assessments on time by tomorrow. Then again, my fifth and sixth graders aren’t nearly as ahead with their writing either, so I guess it’ll be a mad rush to the finish line as per usual. I love my job - not.

The rest of the afternoon was spent preparing my marking rubrics, double-checking criteria and then preparing additional activities for the students who finished their assessments so they’re not sitting around in class. Then I left work at 16:30 and went to the supermarket to buy a French baguette to make bruschetta for Game Night. The closer it gets to the day, the more I look forward to it. It’ll be good to blow off some steam in a healthy and fun way for a change. Plus, it’s been so long since I played some good video games on a console that’s bigger than my PS Vita. One of thee days, I should really just buy myself a Playstation or an X-box.

I chatted with D for a bit after she invited me to hang out with her and another friend for her birthday next week. I was really touched by the invitation, so I definitely want to find her a cute birthday present before I meet up with her. She told me that the other friend she invited along is Filipino and she told him briefly about what went down with X. She also told him to be discreet, which I thought was awfully considerate of her. But I told her that it’s not necessary and that her friend doesn’t need to tiptoe around me. Sure, I don’t have the best feelings towards X and certain aspects of the Philippines, but I’m not going to actively take it out on X’s other countrymen who haven’t lied to me or cheated me out of my hard-earned money. Despite all of it being a touchy subject, I don’t want to avoid it or get defensive about it. The stuff that happened with X was really shitty and it still hurts a lot, but I don’t want to dwell on it; at least not in mixed conversation with other people.

Earlier, H asked me a question at work about how to arrange for transportation from a hotel to the airport if you’re unable to use the free airport shuttle service because your flight is too early in the morning. So I told her about my experience when X and I stayed at a hotel in her hometown and we had to use a taxi for my absurd 4am flight and that I was able to arrange it through the hotel front desk. The hotel booked the taxi for me at 2am and I just paid for it; can you say ‘Eh, presto?’. Anyway, it definitely twinged bringing up memories of X while talking to H. Hopefully, it didn’t show too much. I just want to be normal around other people and not be seen as that tragic woman who got her heart broken by someone who wasn’t worthy of her love in the first place. If and when H finally asks me about X, I’m just going to tell her that we broke up, it sucked, but that X’s health is fine and us going our separate ways was for the best. At least most of that will be true. So whether D’s friend or I mentions the Philippines or not, I’m not going to over-think it too much and just try to be a good friend that helps D celebrate her birthday however she wants to.

I hesitated for a good month over this, but I finally texted L. It’s dumb, but I felt guilty about texting her, even though we’re friends. X’s accusations about not loving me anymore because of my inappropriate crush on L while we dated kept churning around in my head. Sure, it was pretty shitty that I caught feelings for L, albeit very brief, superficial and completely one-sided without L being the wiser. And yes, I had a drink with her at a bar even while knowing full well that X was ‘sick’ and probably wouldn’t be happy that I saw L again. When I agreed to meet L that time for a drink, I needed to know if I still felt something for her. So I tested the waters and I went out with her that night. L didn’t drink because she picked me up in her car and I drank one mild cocktail which didn’t even give me get me tipsy. But we laughed together and I even told L all about X. That night actually made me realise that my crush on L had just been a stupid crush because I’d been missing X. That night cemented my feelings for X - what a joke. It was all pointless in the end, whether I went out with L or not. X would’ve used any excuse in the book to do any shady shit she liked to me.

But back to L. I’m glad I had the courage to text her because I felt ok while talking to her. There were no weird butterflies or awkward sensations happening anywhere in my body or brain. L and I were having an especially difficult time communicating; she’s trying hard to practise her English, but some things inevitably get lost in translation along the way. She’s still adorable, sweet, statuesque and beautiful, but foraging through our confusing conversation made me realise that I’m ok with just being platonic friends with L. Plus, she’s still hella married and has a 13-year old child to boot. I’ll probably still perv on her from time to time because I wouldn’t be me if I didn’t perv a little on other people. But I think it’s close the book on this strange, pseudo-romantic chapter of my warped life.

There’s always R to perv on I guess. Besides having a pesky boyfriend and being waaaaaayyyy out of my league, her English is perfect and she seems like a lot of fun. Maybe I’ll actually sign up for one of her Pilates classes in the near future. But her rates are expensive - maybe I could haggle with her, Chinese-style? Pffft, who the fuck am I kidding? She could just give me that gorgeous, dimpled smile of hers and I’d probably sign my entire pay cheque over to her.

I think I may have a problem...

Urgh, I’d better wrap up now and exercise soon. Since I went shopping earlier, I decided to just exercise at home. Luckily it’s not another suicidal weight loss workout tonight, just some knee and shoulder strengthening exercises. Hopefully, I can shed some of the carbs and fat I ingested from the KFC I ate earlier. And after that, I really need to rest before I run out of juice.

My friend LO from back home keeps laughing at the song lyrics that I post on WhatsApp in relation to break-ups. I can’t help it, it’s cathartic for me to unleash my feelings for and about X through song lyrics. I can’t talk to X right now and tell her exactly how shitty I think she is, so I’ve got to get my kicks in somewhere.

I never knew that break-up songs could be so poignant when I listen to them now. There was a time long ago when I wished that I could relate to every passionate feeling explored in sad songs. But I’m wiser now and I finally know that it’s easier on my heart not to have experienced any of this hurt at all. I’m not saying I regret dating X, not exactly. I’m just saying that I was naive to think that there was something glamorous about getting your heart ripped into pieces by someone you loved and thought you knew.

It’s really not great at all.

Still, the songs help. Exercising helps. Work and my annoying students help. Even my annoying flirtations help in their own way. They stop me from cutting myself off completely from people and things who can help me feel happy and alive again. It helps me see that sometimes shitty things happen to you. Sometimes shitty people happen to you. But it doesn’t have to knock you down.

After your breathing slows and the pain is muted, you can get back up again, dust yourself off and keep living any which way you want to.

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Embry by xylonex

I was ten years old when I sat in my desk watching president-elect George Bush swear into office. It was January 1989 and I was in fifth grade at Holy Name of the Father School for Children. Sister Mary Benedict had rolled in a television on a cart to show us the inauguration ceremony. Jeffery, the kid that sat next to me, was cracking a joke quietly to his friend Jason. I overheard something about Barbara's bush before Sister Mary Benedict slammed a yard stick onto Jeffery's hand. He yelped in pain. I couldn't help but snicker.

I remember that day so clearly because that is the day I met Embry. Shortly after the inauguration we were released for lunch. I didn't really have a group of friends that I regularly sat with. I moved through the lunch line and began the daily ritual of looking for an empty seat. I was three steps through the door when a girl with yellow pigtails said, “You can sit with me.” I obliged her and sat across from her.

She introduced herself saying, “My name is Embry. What's yours?” I struggled to open my milk carton and responded, “My name is Mike.” She reached over and fiddled with my milk carton for half a second before opening it with one hand. Embry laughed and said, “It took me a while to figure that one out, but looks cool huh?” I nodded and she continued, “So do you always wander around looking for a place to sit?” I nodded again and she smiled. “Well, you can sit with us. My friends will be here in a minute.”

I was about halfway through my ham sandwich when I stopped and said, “I haven't seen you around before. Are you new?” She gulped down the milk she was drinking and said, “Nope. I'm a seventh-grader.” I looked at her in shock and said, “I'm in fifth grade, why would you want to sit with me?” She smiled and said, “Well, because it's better than watching you mope around the lunch room every day.” No sooner than she had finished her sentence a larger kid with scruffy red hair slid in beside her and another girl slid in beside me.

The larger kid said, “Who's the runt?” Embry punched him in the arm. He rubbed the spot as she said, “Cut it out Curtis. This is Mike, he's gonna sit with us from now on.” The other girl chuckled and said, “Is this your new boyfriend Embry? Looks kinda young.” I was about to say something when Embry shot me a look and said, “So what if he is? He's better looking than Frank Olsen.”

Curtis shot his hand across the table expecting a handshake and I extended my arm reluctantly. My father's words echoed in my head as I did so, “Son, if you are going to shake someone's hand, squeeze firm and don't let go until the other guy tries to pull away.” I tried to emulate this but ended up squeezing his hand as hard as I could resulting in his knuckles pressing together. He pulled back his hand quickly and said, “No wonder you're with Embry, that's one hell of a grip man.” Embry kicked me under the table before saying, “Careful Curtis, Mike's the jealous type.” I quickly stuffed my face with the rest of the ham sandwich as Curtis scooted away from Embry. It wasn't much longer until the bell rung and I had to run back to Sister Benedict's classroom.

The rest of the day melted into memory as I spent the day trying to make sense out of what had happened. At three the bell rang and I made my way downstairs. I didn't live too far away and had a permission slip up in the office that allowed me to walk home alone. I was halfway through the parking lot when Embry ran up to me saying, “Thanks for playing along. Frank told everyone in the class I was a dyke and wanted to make him look like a liar.” I saw Frank and Curtis walking up behind her and grabbed her hand as I quietly said, “They're behind us.”

We walked hand-in-hand to the end of the parking lot before Frank called out, “Hey Embry, what's up with the fifth-grader?” Embry shouted back, “I figured I'd get with a real man, not some little boy like you.” Frank ran up on me and said, “So what makes you so tough kid?” I knew I was in over my head, these kids were teenagers. I was big for my age, but Frank still towered over me. Still, I had this cute girl holding my hand and I was enjoying that much at least.

Frank jumped forward and for some reason, I didn't flinch. I shot back, “What's the matter dude? Was that a seizure or something?” Frank arched his back and pushed his neck forward as he jumped in again in an attempt to scare me and instinct overruled caution. Just as he leaned forward in that ridiculous pose I planted my fist firmly on his jaw. He went down hard. High on adrenaline and a feeling of victory I turned to Curtis and said, “WHAT!?!” The large ginger just stood there as Frank tried to pick himself up. Embry planted a huge kiss on my cheek and said, “Come on Mike. Let's get out of here.”

Hand-in-hand, she walked me home.

My father was waiting for me when I on the porch as we walked up. He took one look at her, one look at me, and said, “Young-lady, I need to have a talk with my son. Please go home.” Embry turned to me and said, “See you tomorrow.” I nodded and followed my father inside.

My father sat in his recliner and I stood in front of him expecting the beating of a lifetime. Instead, he looked up at me and with a stern voice he said, “Is it true that you hit the Olsen boy so hard he hit the concrete?” I nodded. My father then said, “Why?” The words just kinda blurted out of my mouth, “He called my girlfriend a dyke and started lunging at me so I clocked him. Isn't that what you told me to do?” He reached his hand forward and rubbed my head saying, “That's my boy. So who's the girl?” I smiled and said, “Embry, she's a seventh-grader.” He grinned and said, “My son, the ladies man. Tell you what, let's go get a burger. Your mom doesn't get home for a few hours anyway.”

I couldn't make it in the door the following morning with out five different kids asking if it was true that I beat up Frank Olsen. Frank was an eighth grader that had been held back. Despite being old enough to go onto the high school across the street, he stayed back. I found out through the rumor mill that he and Embry had been dating. I worked through the first half of classes before sitting across from Embry at lunch.

She looked down at her tray and said, “I'm sorry if I got you in trouble.” I smiled and said, “Don't worry about it, I thought was gonna get it, but then he just took me to McDonald's.” Her eyes lit up a little but then dropped and she said, “You don't have to pretend to be my boyfriend if you don't want to.” I laughed and said, “Might as well go with it. I mean, if that's what you want?” She smiled and said, “Well then, wanna come with me after school?” I said, “Sure, it's a date.” Embry stared into my eyes and said, “A date. Alrighty then.”

Curtis and Frank were standing by the fence at the edge of the parking lot when we walked out. Frank stood between us and the road saying, “Big man going around the school saying he whooped my ass.” I couldn't help but notice the bandage on his forehead from when he had hit the ground the day before. Embry moved like she was going to get in front of me and I put my hand on her stomach saying, “Relax, I got this.”

I took a step forward and said, “My dad took me to McDonald's last night after splitting your wig. Let's see if I can get him to take me to Showbiz Pizza tonight.” Frank paused for half a second before he took off running. Curtis just stood there with his mouth agape before saying, “Damn dude. Your dad took you to McDonald's?” I nodded and he said, “Hey Embry, can I tag along.” Embry shot back, “Sure you don't wanna run off with your brother?” Curtis sighed and said, “He's such a wimp. I don't even wanna be seen with him.”

It wasn't long before the girl from the previous day showed up. Curtis said, “Hey Casey, we're goin to the arcade. Wanna come?” Casey slid up to Curtis and grabbed his arm before saying, “Of course!” We walked down to the riverfront and into Sims Arcade.

Curtis and Casey spent most of the afternoon playing skeeball and spending their tickets on candy. Embry and I had opted to play several of the arcade machines. There was a point where we were playing Street Fighter and she picked Ken. I picked Ryu. She was pretty good, but I ended the fight with a quarter-circle forward and a punch as the console shouted, “Hadouken!” Embry frantically mashed the buttons as I stepped away from the console.

Embry said, “No fair you don't get to be good at fighting in video games too.” She pouted a little and I said, “I'm not really good at fighting, he just left himself wide open. My dad showed me a few things, but I don't think I could take Frankie if he fought back.” Embry smirked and said, “Well, you're my hero anyway. Thanks to you that rumor has fallen to the wayside.” I turned to her and said, “Well is it true?” Embry pushed me away and stormed off.

She took off out the door and I chased after her. She was faster than me but eventually she stopped and I caught up. She stood by the rail on the pier. I was heaving and huffing as I said, “Wouldn't care if you were. My aunt Mindy and aunt Linda are married to each other.”

Embry turned me and said, “I don't know.” I looked at her confused and said, “What do you mean?” She replied, “I don't know if I'm a dyke or not. It's just that I don't really like boys. I mean, I dated Frank but he wanted to be all handsy and I didn't like it. You're sweet and all, but I don't even really like you that way.” I sighed and said, “That's a relief.” She shot back, “What's that supposed to mean?” I leaned on the rail and said, “I mean, you're cool and all but it's like everyone keeps forgetting than I'm ten. I just wanna play Street Fighter and watch TV. Besides, I'm not even supposed to date until I am fifteen. If mom found out she'd kill me.”

Embry laughed and said, “Look at us. You don't even care about girls and I might. You'd think it'd be the other way around.” I reached into my pocket and fished out a quarter. I handed it to her and said, “Wanna head back and play again?” She said, “You're easily the coolest fifth-grader in our school.” I took her by the hand and said, “Come on, I'm gonna kick your butt.”

The following week in snowed hard and we didn't have school. Like most of the kids on my block I spent my days throwing snowballs and having fun. It was Saturday afternoon when Embry knocked on my front door and my mom answered. I came downstairs from an intense day of playing Mario and goofing off when I saw Embry and my mom sitting at the coffee table in the living room. My mom smiled and said, “I was just chatting with your friend Embry. She was asking if she could take you with her to the winter formal.” I gulped and my mother said, “I was telling her that you weren't allowed to date until you were older. Isn't that right son.” I could tell my mom was about five seconds from sending me outside for a switch when I said, “It's okay mom. We're only pretending to date.” My mom shot me a puzzled look and said, “Is this true Embry?” Embry stared at the floor and said, “Yes Ma'am.”

Mom looked over at me and said, “Care to explain yourself Mike?” I paused for a second and took a breath. “I'm waiting...” she said expectantly. I sighed and said, “Well this eighth-grader named Frank told everyone in the school Embry was like aunt Mindy and I punched him. People started saying we were a couple and we just let it happen. Embry isn't really into boys we're just friends.” My mom sat down and started tearing up.

I stepped forward and said, “What's wrong Mom?” She wiped away a single tear and said, “I'm just proud of you son. Your dad was like that with your aunt Mindy. It's how I met him. If he hadn't stuck up for my sister, who knows what would have happened to her. Things were a lot different back then.” She paused for a second and said, “Okay, we need to get you a suit. I'm pretty sure I'll have to sign something too. You are ten after all.”

Embry and I spent the rest of the afternoon up in my room playing on my Nintendo as my mom occasionally popped in to bring us snacks or just to stand at the door and smile. I really didn't understand it at the time, but that was probably the last time either of my parents ever spoke to me like a child. The following Monday I showed up to class and Sister Mary Benedict said, “Mike, I'm going to need you to go to the principal's office.”

Father O'Malley served as our Principal and football coach. He as wide and tall as a door frame. Even as he sat at his desk, it felt like a shorter man could have been standing next to him at the same height. I sat down and Father O'Malley said, “Your mother signed a permission slip for you to attend the Junior Winter Formal. This isn't the first I've heard about you running around with the Edison girl.”

I nodded and he stood up and walked over to a bookshelf saying, “I was a young man once too and I was tempted by the girls that walked around this school. I know what you must be thinking.” I shook my head and said, “It's not like that sir. We're just really good friends.” He picked a book from the shelf and said, “See that it stays that way son. Here, I want a two page report on this book by the end of the week. If you are going to date a seventh-grader, you can do seventh-grade homework.” I tucked the book under my arm and said, “So does this mean I can go to the formal with Embry?” Father O'Malley smiled and said, “I'll sign off on it and tell the chaperones to keep and eye on you two. Don't make me regret it.”

The following Friday my father drove me to pick up Embry. She lived in a much nicer neighborhood than we did. I walked up to the door with a corsage and knocked. An older man in a red turtleneck opened the door and said, “You must be Mike.” I nodded and he said, “Come in, Embry will be down in a minute.” I sat with him in the living room as he said, “Embry tells me you go to school with her. You look kinda small to be in the seventh-grade.” It clicked in my head that she hadn't told him how old I was. I exhaled and said, “Yeah, I guess I'm not going to be joining the basketball team any time soon.” He laughed and slapped me on the knee before looking me straight in the eye and said, “Don't get any ideas of getting fresh with my daughter boy. Anything you do to her I'll do to you.”

My inner smart-ass welled up and before I could stop myself I said, “Sir, I don't really want to hold your hand.” He shot me a look and for a second there I thought he was going to pop a blood vessel in his forehead before he leaned back and guffawed. “Man, I see why my daughter likes you kid. Have her home by ten-thirty.” Embry came down the stairs in a sparkly blue dress and I walked up with the corsage. She curtsied for her father before leading me out the door.

My father drove us to the school gymnasium and we walked hand-in-hand through the door. We paused to have our picture taken as Casey and Curtis stood in line behind us. Frank had shown up alone and was hovering near the punch bowl. I was worried he was going to cause a scene when he walked up and said, “Hey man, sorry about giving you so much grief.” He shot out his hand and I shook it before Embry pulled on my arm to lead me to the dance floor.

We danced for a bit as I stared up at her and for what might have been the first time in my life I realized what it was to have a crush on someone. Everything about the past few weeks had played out like a movie in my mind before I leaned in and said, “Let's get out of here.” She smiled and said, “Yeah, I could really use some fresh air.”

We snuck out the side door of the gym and ran into a couple of the eighth-graders. They quickly hid a cigarette behind their backs and Embry said, “Relax guys, Mikey's cool.” One of the older kids slapped another on the chest and said, “Hey Tommy. This is the infamous Mikey Goodwin.” Tommy said, “No way, I heard he put Frank in the hospital with one punch man.” Tommy turned to his friend and said, “Hey John, we should see how tough he really is.” John leaned in like he was going to punch and I pivoted on my heel in anticipation. Tommy laughed and said, “Relax kid, we ain't trying to go to the hospital tonight. “

It was around that time that Frank burst out the door saying, “If it isn't Tweedledee-Dee and Tweedledumbass!” He pushed me into the fence and said, “I knew I'd catch you slipping eventually punk.” Before I could catch myself Frank led in with a hard jab. I clenched up and looked down as his hand made contact with the top of my head, hard. The top of my head throbbed as he grabbed his hand and shouted, “Fuck!” Embry tried in vain to open the door but it was locked from the inside. Frank reached into his jacket and pulled out a knife saying, “Fuck this, you're gonna die kid.”

Embry shouted, “Run!” and we took off through the alley and toward the park.

Frank was close on our heels as we ducked behind a tree. Embry pulled me close and we stood there in the snow as Frank ran past us. It was dark and none of the street lights gave off enough light to illuminate the park. Frank darted around shouting incoherently as Embry pulled a finger up to her lips and slowly stepped out from behind the tree. She motioned for me to follow and we crept further into the park. I saw something out of the corner of my eye and immediately grabbed Embry by the hand. She looked at me puzzled as I pulled her toward the jungle gym.

No sooner than we had tucked in under the playground equipment, Tommy and John caught up with Frank and said, “Dude, calm down. You're gonna get the cops called.” Frank shot back, “They gotta be here somewhere, I'm gonna cut that little punk up.” John said, “That's cool, and then we can have some fun with the dyke right?” Frank smiled and said, “Oh yeah, it's gonna be a regular party.”

All of the blood left Embry's face as she stared off into the distance. I whispered, “We need to get out of here.” She didn't say a word. I poked her on the cheek and she whispered, “Just a little farther, there's a police station on the other side of the park.” We crept around the playground equipment and moved from tree to tree as we tried to avoid Frank and his goons.

We could see the lighted sign of the police station when I felt a hand grab my shoulder. It was Frank. I shouted, “Embry! Run!” She made it three steps before she was cornered by Tommy and John. She let out a blood-curdling scream as they dragged the two of us back into the park.

I fought against Frank the whole way only for him to throw me onto the snow by the slide. He pulled out his knife and held it in front of my face saying. “They found a kid dead in this park a few years ago. Blamed it on a homeless guy. He pissed me off. I wonder if they'll name a street after you too?”

My mind flashed back to a conversation with my dad, “Son, if you find yourself in a fight with a stronger opponent and there's no way out, you have to be the meanest craziest son-of-a-bitch on Earth.” Back in the moment, I looked Frank in the eye and said, “Nice Dildo you got there, did you get it from your mom?” Frank looked at me confused and said, “Dildo?” Tommy laughed and said, “I think he's talking about your knife man.” Frank shot back, “I know what he's talking about!” He turned to me and said, “Dildo, yeah. I guess it is a Dildo because I'm about to fuck you with it.”

I laughed and said, “Compensating for something? Well, at least I'll feel that.” I was bluffing hard and literally moments away from pissing myself when I noticed he had dropped to one knee to threaten me. I slammed my knee up has hard as I could and hit him in the groin. He doubled over in pain and I open hand smacked him in the face hard enough to make my already freezing hands sting. He dropped the knife and I picked it up. Embry thrashed against Tommy and John and I lunged at Tommy with the knife he stepped out of the way but not in enough time to avoid the blade as I swiped it across his gut. He screamed in pain as I turned to John and said, “Ready to party?”

He let go of Embry and stumbled backward. In the process he slipped on the ice and fell back on the jungle gym. You could hear the crack as his neck connected with the metal bars behind him. I turned back to Frank who saw John laying limp and Tommy holding his bleeding stomach and shouted, “What the fuck!?! You're just a fifth-grader!”

Embry took the knife from my hand brought it up as she said, “I fucking hate you Frank.” She brought the knife down on his face and jammed the blade into his eye. Tommy dropped to his knees and said, “P-please don't hurt me.” Embry and I looked at each other before walking right past him. We didn't make it five feet before a man stepped out and said, “I heard all the commotion. What's going on here kids.”

Both Embry and I were wearing tattered formal clothes stained with blood as this clean-cut man stood towering over us. He looked over at Frank and his goons and said, “Looks like you've been in a bit of a scuffle. Lemme give you kids a ride home.” I spoke up saying, “You aren't gonna call the police?” The man laughed and said, “I'm sure they'll be fine.” Embry said, “No thanks on the ride man. Stranger danger and all.” The guy shot back, “Embry Edison right? I was in the Army with your dad.” Embry relaxed and said, “Mr. Harrison?” The man replied, “Yeah, come on kids. Don't wanna be here when the cops show up.”

Embry and I followed Mr. Harrison back to his car. It was a four-door Cadillac with leather seats and shiny pearl paint job. We both climbed into the back seat and the man said, “Where do you kids live?” My house was closer so I said, “Five-twenty-nine Center Street.” The man said, “Coming right up. Be there in a few minutes.”

I sighed with relief as he pulled onto my street. That quickly turned to confusion as he continued past my house. I said, “We just passed my house.” The man said, “Relax, I'm just making a quick run to my place.” Embry looked at me knowingly and reached for her door handle. It wouldn't open. She tried again and the guy said, “Child-safety locks honey. It only opens from the outside. Just calm down. This will all be over in a minute.”

I unbuckled my seat belt and the man backhanded me hard enough to knock me out cold.

I woke up minutes later with a throbbing headache. The car had stopped. I tried both doors like an idiot before climbing into the front seat. I went out the driver's side door when I heard muffled screaming coming from a nearby house. I walked up to the window to see the man dragging Embry down the hall. I picked up a rock from the yard and smashed it through his front window before climbing in.

I ran up to the phone on the wall and dialed 911. “911 Operator, what's your emergency?” I said, “I don't know where we are. We've been kidnapped. He has Embry...” I heard her scream again and I dropped the phone and ran down the hall. I burst into the bedroom and the man was standing over her trying to tie her to the bed as she fought against him. He had one hand on her mouth and another on her wrist as I picked up a lamp and threw it at him.

The man turned his attention from Embry and backhanded me again. I flew back and bonked the back of my head against the wall. The man took off his belt and wrapped it around his fist before punching me hard in the face. He busted my nose and lip and pulled back for another punch as Embry jumped up from the bed and used the rope he was trying to jump on his back and start choking him out. He effortlessly pulled against the rope and threw Embry to the ground right beside me. It was at that point we heard a shout from down the hall, “This is the Police! We have a report of a disturbance here. Embry screamed and Mr. Harrison shot down the hall. We heard two gunshots followed by a man shouting, “Suspect down. We're gonna need an ambulance.”

An officer entered the bedroom and saw the two of us on the floor. He spoke into a radio on his shoulder saying, “Make that two more buses, the sick fuck had children in here.” Another officer walked in and said, “First those two kids at the park and now this. Cities going to hell Bob.” Officer Bob nodded and said, “Are you kids okay?” I nodded and Embry started crying. We were led outside and given blankets as we we each led off to separate ambulances.

The next few hours were a blur of interviews and my parents hugging me. I guess at some point Embry mentioned the park in passing and the cops took it to mean that Mr. Harrison had attacked John and Frank. I'd later find out that Tommy had lost a lot of blood and passed out in the snow. There was no word on if he was going to make it, but I have to admit I was hoping that he wouldn't.

I really didn't want to spend my eleventh birthday in Juvenile hall. I didn't have to go to school the following Monday. I showed up to lunch on Tuesday and Embry was nowhere near our usual table. I called her when I got home and her mother answered saying, “Embry is going to another school now. Please don't call again Mike.” Confused, I went to my mom and asked her what was going on. She sat me down and said, “Embry's parents actually called over the other day, I just didn't have the heart to tell you. They're sending her to live with relatives. She says you saved her, but her parents still think you're a bad-influence.” I looked at her confused and said, “But why?” My mom hugged me and said, “Sometimes adults don't make sense honey.”

Despite being shot twice, Mr. Harrison survived his wounds. I even testified at his trial. Embry didn't show up. They didn't just pin the kidnapping on him, but they also charged him with the murders of Frank, Tommy, and John. It was an open and shut case. He was sentenced to life in prison with the possibility of parole after twenty-five years.

I have a lot of regrets about those days, but I suppose nothing hurts more than not having seen Embry since. Eventually Mr. Harrison got out of prison. I was invited to speak at his parole hearing but the man had served enough time for a death that was effectively my fault. Well, that's the way I felt until I received a letter in the mail a few days ago.

There was no return address and was sent to my parents house. Still, they dropped it off this morning. Inside was a single photograph of a woman in her thirties tied to a bed and covered in blood. The written on the wall in blood was the word Embry. I flipped the photo over and it read, “Just finishing what I started.”

The police are currently looking for Calvin Harrison. He never showed up to his scheduled meeting with his parole officer. As for me, I'm hoping he shows up here.

I'm not ten years old anymore.

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