#but it hurts when you tell your mom that you fucking fainted on field today

[bunni-bun]

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#lol funny but mostly heartbreaking that i can't explain fully the problem i'm having with my mom #mostly because how the fuck do you explain religious extremism to anyone who hasn't experienced it already? #and it hurts so much #because the sadness and the pity in my friends' and partner's eyes any time i mentioned it #is just too much sometimes and i wish they could understand how bad it is #i knew they care and i'm grateful for that #but it hurts when you tell your mom that you fucking fainted on field today #and she doesn't even grace you with an acknowledgment #because she's mad that i didn't want to stay home this weekend #and i wanted to be with my partner instead since i'm gonna see him less with my new job #but whatever i'm the bad person and nothing i do will ever be good enough for her #my partner isn't good enough for her and neither the fuck am i #but what's new honestly. this is just my normal at this point and it hurts. #i wish the hurt would stop #cyndy speaks

[uswntxfootball]

subtle hints (jackie groenen x muwfc!reader)

surprisingly, an injury might just be the turning point you needed.

(ft. preath as team moms)

word count: 2697 ish

rated T for this is feeding into my massive jackie crush but oh well and F for fluffy babies

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christen shook her head as she watched you and jackie from across the field.

you were laughing at something jackie said, completely missing the loving stare the midfielder gave you.

“she’s so oblivious isn’t she?”

christen nods at tobin, who then wraps her arms around her.

“if i were pinoe i would intervene, but i’m not, so i guess we’ll just have to see who does it first,” christen sighs.

“i’ll-“

“tobin no we’re not going to bet on people’s lives!”

“shh i wasn’t done talking. i’ll bet you a coffee date that it’s y/n.”

christen thought about it for a minute.

“are you kidding? it’s totally going to be jackie. you’re on.”

tobin and christen glanced back at the two of you, jackie letting out a squeal when you pick her up over your shoulder and run around.

the two watch in silence until tobin says:

“wait isn’t jackie a judo champion?”

~~

“yeah i’m just really grateful for this team, casey’s done a really good job bringing us-“

your interview is interrupted when jackie jumps onto your back.

you grunt at the impact and stumble a bit before maintaining your balance again.

“jacks im in an interview,” you mutter quietly.

jackie only gives the interviewer a charming smile before laying her chin on your head, mumbling back:

“so what? i can still scare you whenever i want.”

the way she said it made you just a little bit nervous.

it sounded almost, flirty.

your heart skipped a little at the prospect of that but you shook it off and gave the interviewer a smile.

“sorry what was the question again?”

you finished the interview a few minutes later with jackie still on your back.

“you gave me a heart attack earlier you know?”

jackie just giggled and said:

“oh i know, that was the point.”

you rolled your eyes and pretended to drop her, the midfielder letting out a yelp when you do so, but when you catch her again she slaps the back of your head.

“don’t do that you-“

“oh sorry did i give you a heart attack?”

jackie huffs in annoyance but still wraps her arms around your neck.

the two of you walked- well more like you walked back to the locker room, manchester united having just won their game against west ham.

the locker room was met with cheers, especially aimed at tobin and christen, who both got their first goals this game (and russo who had a brace).

all through casey’s locker room speech, jackie was next to you on the bench with her head on your shoulder.

your eyes met christen’s, who gave you a knowing smile but you just responded by tilting your head in confusion.

to add to your confusion, when tobin turned to christen, she saw the two of you gave you a teasing wink, with you just furrowing your eyebrows in response.

however, the second half of casey’s briefing was barely heard by you, because in jackie’s boredom she decided to start running her fingers up and down you leg.

yeah there’s no way you could focus on what casey was saying.

across the room tobin almost bursts out laughing.

“y/n looks like she’s about to combust.”

christen looks at you after tobin’s whisper and has to bite back a smile upon seeing your state.

luckily for you the second half of the briefing was fairly short, and when casey dismissed everyone, you shot up out of your seat, a blush crawling up your neck.

“are you okay?” a concerned jackie asked from beside you.

“no i’m fine just- just had to stretch my legs that’s all. they were falling asleep.”

jackie furrows her eyebrows a little but nods, accepting that response.

on your way back to the bus, jackie grabbed your hand and intertwined her fingers with yours, pulling you with her.

your cheeks flushed red at the act, but you followed her nonetheless.

she held your hand through the remainder of the trip all the way back to the apartment you shared with her, christen, and tobin, who gave you very pointed looks through it all.

tobin whispers to christen when she sees jackie give you a kiss on the cheek.

“y/n is so oblivious that i agree with you it’s going to be jackie. is it too late us to call off the bet?”

~~

you jumped up and down, nerves eating up at you in the locker room.

you were the last one left in the room, everyone else having walked out and began warming up.

it was the game against arsenal, one of the most hyped games of the FAWSL, one that would determine who would sit atop the league table.

and you were in your head.

you often had prematch nerves, but they got especially bad in big games.

you were worried.

what if you messed up?

what if you had the one chance and you blew it and then-

“you know everyone is outside right?”

a soft voice took you out of your thoughts and you spun around to see jackie, with an even softer smile plastered on her face.

your nerves were clearly visible, jackie let out a knowing sigh before adding:

“you’ll do great y/n. you’re one of the best forwards i know and you’ll kill it today okay?”

you gulp and nod, still jumping up and down, trying to shake off your nerves.

jackie watches you for a little bit before pulling you into a hug.

your jumping stops and your body softens immediately at the contact, releasing all the tension and stress you had up to that point.

the two of you stood silent for a while, your body sagging into hers, the midfielder’s hand tracing patterns onto your back.

when jackie pulls away a few moments later and looks at you with so much admiration in her eyes, it makes your heart stop in your chest for just a bit.

the two of you forget your surroundings, your hands falling to her waist while hers sat around your neck.

unbeknownst to you, you were glancing at jackie’s lips, and she noticed, a faint blush present on her cheeks.

then before anything could happen,

“hey what are you guys-oh.”

jackie turned and shot away from you so fast it was a wonder that she didn’t get whiplash from it.

tobin stood frozen in the doorway.

you were confused.

you stood there glancing back and forth between tobin and jackie, one frozen in the doorway (still) and the other sporting a bright red blush.

“what’s happening?”

no one answered your question, and the three of you stood in silence until tobin snapped out of her phase and muttered:

“fuck chris is going to kill me.”

and now you were even more confused.

“what? can someone tell me what’s happening?”

jackie cleared her throat before saying:

“nothing! let’s all get back to warmups now!”

with that said, jackie rushed out onto the pitch, leaving you and a very bothered tobin in the room.

you glanced at tobin in confusion once more, and followed jackie out of the room.

~~

it was tough, no doubt about it.

the game was deadlocked at 0-0 for the entirety of the first half, and everyone was getting a little frustrated at it.

after a brief halftime talk, the second half began and everything was fine until the 60th minute.

you get the ball via a short pass from jackie, and you were making a good run up the pitch before you saw her.

daan was chasing you and slid in, tackling you and knocking the ball away.

her tackle was unfortunately a little late.

you fell at an awkward angle, your ankle twisting slightly in the process as you go down with a pained cry.

jackie’s at your side in a flash, face full of worry.

seconds later christen and tobin run over, the former cradling your head as tobin calls for the medical team to take a look at you.

“it hurts,” you mutter quietly.

“oh i know i know everything will be fine okay?” christen said soothingly, gently stroking your head.

as the medical team arrive, they take one look at your ankle before giving you a diagnosis.

you would have to sit out.

for the next few weeks.

it was sprained.

fuck.

suddenly you hear a loud scream in dutch, looking up to see jackie face to face with daan.

the normally happy and smiley girl was livid now, screaming at the other dutch midfielder.

you saw christen nudge tobin to get up to try to console jackie, and viv and jill hopped in as well to calm the two dutch midfielders.

jackie still didn’t relent, screaming at the three of them now in addition to daan, mostly in dutch so tobin was left in a very confused state.

you had enough.

“help me up.”

christen furrowed her eyebrows.

“no, y/n you need to lie still you’ll hurt-“

“i said help me up.”

“y/n no.”

“if you don’t help me up i will figure out a way to get up by myself.”

christen sighs, pinching the bridge of her nose before relenting.

by now beth came to console daan, who seemed to calm down a little bit with the forward beside her.

you fight your way out of christen’s grasp and hobble over towards jackie, who at this point is still screaming, and place a hand on her shoulder.

she stops immediately and turns around to look at you.

“why are you up?! your ankle- you need to-“

“jack. calm down i’m okay.”

“no you’re not! you shouldn’t be up- you need to lie down you’ll hurt your ankle if you keep standing and-“

“jack. seriously. i’m okay.”

jackie nodded with a little bit of uncertainty, worry written all over her face.

“promise me something?”

“depends on what it is,” jackie said, narrowing her eyes suspiciously.

“promise me you won’t kill daan?”

“she went for your ankle! how can i-“

“promise me.”

“i promise i will try not to-“

“jack.”

“fine fine i promise.”

“okay good. i’m fine okay?”

jackie nodded, giving you a hug before trying to help you off the pitch.

“jack you still have a game to play,” you laugh.

“i don’t care i just want to help you-“

“i will call casey if you don’t let go of me.”

jackie gasps.

“you wouldn’t.”

“watch me.”

“i-“

“casey! one of your midfielders is running away!”

“you’re an asshole you know that?” jackie mutters.

you give her a cheeky grin before she whispers again:

“i’d punch you if you weren’t injured.”

“groenen!”

jackie’s head whips around when she gets called by casey, and she relents, letting you make your way off the pitch with the medics.

~~

christen gets subbed out in the 75th minute.

she comes in to check on you immediately.

“how’s the ankle?”

you let out a defeated sigh before saying:

“sprain. i’ll be out for the next month.”

christen wraps her arms around you to comfort you.

“did jackie kill daan?” you mumble, face covered by christen’s arm.

“no your girlfriend didn’t kill anyone.”

you blush a little at her words.

“she’s not my girlfriend,” you pout.

christen pulls back to look at you.

“yet.”

“chris!”

“i’m just saying!”

“jackie’s not my girlfriend. plus hypothetically speaking, even if i did like her she doesn’t even like me back.”

“you don’t know that!”

“yes i do i-“

“you won’t know if you don’t ask her.”

“i said hypothetically! i don’t like her! she’s just my best friend!”

“sure y/n, i mean tobin and i were best friends once.”

“that’s different.”

“is it though?”

upon seeing your silence, christen pulled back a little bit and gave you another hug.

both of you jump when you hear screaming and cheers outside, most likely from someone finally scoring a goal.

“i think we scored.”

“how do you know?”

christen blushed before saying, “i’m pretty sure i just heard tobin cheer.”

you fake a gag and christen gives you a little shove.

the two of you talk a bit about how you’re adjusting to manchester and about the us team.

the clicking of cleats on the ground is what makes the both of you look up.

“what’s-“

“hi jack.”

christen shot up out of her seat.

“i’m going to go look for tobin.”

the forward hurriedly rushed out of the room and now it was just the two of you in the room.

the midfielder walked a bit more until she was right in front of you.

“how’s the ankle?”

“oh just a sprain, don’t worry jack.”

“how long are you going to be out?”

“about a month.”

jackie lets out frustrated sigh and runs her hands through her ponytail.

“i should’ve broken her ankles-“

“jack!”

you try to stand up, before jackie shoves you back down.

“no. you’re going to hurt yourself. stop.”

you sigh and pout, looking up at the midfielder.

fuck she’s pretty.

“pouting won’t work y/n, even if it is cute.”

your cheeks flush hard at her words.

maybe christen was right?

maybe you did like her?

“hey.”

jackie’s voice snaps you out of your thoughts.

“what’s on your mind?”

you shake your head, whispering a quick “nothing” before glancing down at your bandaged ankle.

you let in a sharp intake of breath when jackie tilted your head up with her hand propped under your chin.

“no what’s the matter?”

you gulp, trying your best not to get lost in the midfielder’s strikingly blue eyes.

“i- i like you,” you blurt out suddenly, cheeks flushing red at your sudden confession.

jackie’s eyes widen a little in surprise but her grip under your chin never falters.

“i-“

jackie’s response gets cut off when tobin walks in.

“hey! how’s my favorite forward do-“

the older forward stops suddenly upon seeing the position the two of you are in, and backs away slowly.

both of you laugh at her reaction, before you turn to one another.

at this point jackie still hadn’t replied and you were getting a little nervous.

“i get it if you don’t want to be friends with me or something- i didn’t mean to make it weird and-“

you’re cut off by jackie’s laugh.

you furrow your eyebrows.

“and now you’re laughing? did i do something?”

jackie looked at you, eyes bright before saying:

“i’m just relieved. i’ve been flirting with you ever since you joined united dummy.”

“oh. oh.”

your cheeks are a little red, and you start to say:

“oh um i’m a little oblivious i guess? i’m-“

jackie cuts you off when she kisses you.

you gasp a little in surprise but kiss her back softly, pulling her down into your lap.

your hands fell to her waist, one of jackie’s arms draped over your shoulder.

tobin’s wolf whistle is what makes the two of you break away.

the two of you hear a slap and a “tobin!” and a “sorry!” before you turn to the doorway.

you blush when you see casey and the majority of the team (and some of the arsenal players) who came to check on you.

jackie suddenly realized the position she was in and shot up out of your lap, face painted scarlet.

thank god for you, casey didn’t comment on it, only briefing you a bit over your ankle.

however, your teammates weren’t as kind.

as soon as casey left the room cheers and whistles broke out.

“damn jackie!”

“that’s why you were trying to kill daan!”

“aw your girlfriend got injured!”

you and jackie stood blushing, but all and all you were met with lots of supportive teasing.

“hey who said it first?”

you blushed before muttering, “i did.”

“YES YOU OWE ME A COFFEE DATE CHRIS!”

christen lets out a sigh before mumbling:

“i shouldn’t have helped you y/n.”

#jackie groenen #jackie groenen x reader #jackie groenen imagine #nedwnt imagine #nedwnt x reader #muwfc x reader #muwfc imagine #uswnt imagine #uswnt x reader #woso imagines #woso imagine

[gamergirl929]

I’m Definitely (Not) Sick (Preath x Reader)

Anonymous Request: Can you write anything with Preath as team moms? Love the writing! 

Featuring: Sick Reader and Worried Team Moms Preath! 

“Chrissssssssssssssssssssss!” You whine as Tobin digs her knuckles into the top of your head, messing your hair up completely, laughing all the while.  

Christen giggles at the sight of you, bits of your hair pulled from your ponytail and sticking up in every direction.  

“It’s not funny.” You pout, sending a glare in Tobin’s direction.  

“Ehh, it kind of-

You grab whatever you can, in this case, it’s a bobby pin and launch it at Emily, the woman grimacing as it hits her right in the forehead.  

Emily pouts.  

“Dadddddddddd, Y/N hit me.”  She whines, Kelley turning to you with a narrow-eyed glare.  

“Keep your kid in line Heath.”  

You huff.  

“She started it.”  

You grunt when you’re suddenly pulled backwards, become the innards of a Preath sandwich the two wrapping their arms around you.  

You grumble, the two women giggling as they ruffle your hair, not stopping until it’s a complete and utter mess.  

You pout, your pout deepening when Christen takes a photo on the mop on your head, Tobin grinning beside you.  

“Aww, no pouting.” Christen cups your cheeks, the pout leaving your face as Christen kisses your forehead, your lips splitting into a grin.  

“There she is.” Tobin nudges you beaming.  

Christen moves to straighten your messy hair, the forward swatting at Tobin’s hand when she, again, tries to mess your hair up.  

Before you even realize what’s happening your eyes are fluttering shut, your back resting on the headboard between Christen and Tobin, the two smiling as you fall asleep in their arms. 

                                                          ***

The following morning you wake with a grimace, your head throbbing and stomach aching. You sit up with a groan, grabbing your head as your blurry eyes scan the room finding it empty.

You guess that Mallory had decided to stay with the others after you’d fallen asleep.  

You still, your eyes widening when you feel a familiar burning sensation in your throat.  

You slap a hand over your mouth and sprint to the bathroom, falling to your knees, by the toilet’s side, heaving your stomach’s contents into the bowl, your body aching painfully.  

You shake your head, gathering your bearings after a few minutes before you move to your feet and stumble  towards the sink.  

You shake your head.  

“I can’t be sick.” You mumble, nausea overcoming you once again, a grimace on your face as you glance at the toilet.  

You had to get better, you HAD to be ready for the game today, and no matter what you WERE playing in that game.  

                                                          ***

“Hey, what’s wrong?” Tobin asks the second she spots you shuffling towards the table where she, Christen, Alex, Kelley, Ashlyn, Ali and Megan are sitting.  

“Man, you don’t look so good.” Emily grimaces, the blonde’s eyes narrowing as she inspects you closely, earning a half-hearted shove.  

“I’m fine.”

You’re so busy focusing on Emily you don’t see Christen coming, the woman’s hand sliding on your forehead.  

“You’re burning up.” She frowns in concern, green orbs widening when you abruptly pull away.  

“No, I don’t, I’m fine.”  

Tobin moves to her feet, making her way towards the two of you.  

“Y/N, if you’re sick you-

“I’m not sick!” You yell, stomping away from the pair, your entire team’s eyes on you as you head back out of the room.  

In reality, you’d wanted breakfast, but the churning in your stomach told you, you needed to get up to your room, and needed to get up there fast.  

                                                          ***

The entire way to the stadium, you were silent, the feel of Christen and Tobin’s eyes burning holes in the back of your head.  

The nausea was getting worse, you could feel yourself starting to sweat, a bead of sweat rolling down your forehead.  

You shake your head.  

You weren’t sick, you were going to play in this game and no one was going to stop you.  

                                                          ***

Christen frowned sadly, watching as you shuffle to your place on field, slower than usual.  

You absolutely loved starting, today though, something was off.

“Something’s wrong with Y/N...” Mallory whispers, earning a nod from the older forward.  

When Christen HAD seen you sick, you were distant, angrier, something that Christen knew not to tale to heart, that was just how you dealt with being ill.  

Christen glances at Vlatko, wondering if she should bring up the fact that your playing was off, wondering if she should tell him it felt like you had a fever this morning.  

She didn’t want to hurt you, lately, you hadn’t been starting as often, this meaning the world to you.  

There was no way Christen was going to take that away from you.  

                                                          ***

It was your fault, entirely your fault.  

If it hadn’t been for you, Canada wouldn’t currently be up by two considering you were the one in charge of protecting Alyssa.

You walk, slowly, towards the locker room, your head spinning as your stomach ached.  

You grab your head, your eyes slamming shut as you try to get your bearings, unlike this morning though, you’re unable to.  

“Whoa, hey...” You hear Julie say, the woman’s hands resting on your shoulders as you stop in the tunnel, grasping your head.  

Emily moves to stand beside Julie, grimacing at the look on your face.  

“Y/N, you don’t look so good.” You hear Carli say, her voice followed by Christen’s.

You’re unable to hear exactly what she says though, her lips moving but voice muffled, a high pitch ringing in your ears making you sway on your feet.  

Like this morning, her hand moves to rest on your forehead, but unlike this morning, you’re unable to stay on your feet, black spots dotting your vision as you fall back, never feeling the impact considering you pass out before you hit the ground.  

                                                          ***

“Y/N!” Christen yells as you hit the tunnel’s floor, your teammates surrounding you, as well as a number of Canada’s players.  

“Fuck, I knew she was sick.” Christen growls as she pulls your head into her lap, the recently alerted medical team shoving their way through the crowd.  

“She’s burning up.” Tobin frowns as she brushes a strand of hair out of your face.  

The medical team chatters on, but all Christen and Tobin can see is you. 

Christen had taken you under her wing when you joined the Royals, eventually moving in with Christen considering you didn’t have anywhere else to stay.  

And wherever Christen was, Tobin was soon following behind, the two essentially a package deal. 

“Let’s get her loaded up.”  

Christen’s pulled out of her trance at that, the woman glancing at Tobin, her brown orbs filled with the same fear Christen is feeling.  

“EMTs are here!” Another voice calls out, Christen’s heart racing in her chest.  

“I-” She glances at Vlatko, who’s just knelt down beside her and Tobin, the man’s hand resting on her back.  

“I know you want to go with her, but we need you Christen.” He frowns, turning to Tobin.  

“Do you want to-

“YES.” Tobin yells as you’re lifted onto a backboard, lifted into the air and placed on a stretcher.  

“Keep me updated.” He nods, as Tobin turns to Christen, the forward nodding.  

“I’ll take care of her.”  

“I know you will.”  

                                                          ***

Tobin can hear Christen before she sees her, the forward’s shoes clicking on the hospital hallway’s floor, getting closer and closer before she rounds the corner and sprints into the room.  

“How is she? Is she alright?!” Christen pants, frowning when she sees the IV stuck in your arm, your lips parted as you snore softly.  

“She’s dehydrated, and has a pretty bad stomach bug, they’re got her on fluids, and some medication.” Tobin frowns from her place right beside you.  

Christen makes her way towards the bed, sitting on the edge beside you, the woman cupping your cheek.  

“I should’ve known...” Christen shakes her head, brushing a strand of hair out of your sleeping face.  

Your face scrunches up momentarily before your eyes open, just as the remainder of the team walks in, all still covered in sweat, shirts covered in grass stains.  

“There she is.” Kelley moves towards the bed, she and Alex standing side by side at the end of the bed, soon joined by Mallory, Emily, Ali, and Ashlyn, Julie moving to stand beside Tobin.  

“Chris?” You rasp, the woman grabbing a cup of water from your bed side, guiding the straw into your mouth before you take a healthy sip.  

“What happened?” You groan, Julie taking your hand and giving it a squeeze.  

“You fainted.”  

Your eyes widen.  

“I what?”  

“Fainted.” Carli answers.  

“Yeah, we were worried sick!” Emily adds.  

You look up at Christen sadly, before turning to Tobin.  

“I’m sorry.”  

Tobin shakes her head, cupping your cheek.  

“Don’t be.”  

Christen nods, watching as your eyes flutter slightly.  

“We know how you are when you’re sick.”  

You groan.  

“Still, I was mean...” You pout, the two forwards smiling.  

“You weren’t.”  

Your words start to slur, your eyes struggling to remain open.  

“Sleep Y/N.” Tobin ducks down, kissing your temple. “We’ll be here when you wake up...”  

You grumble softly, Christen shaking her head as she giggles.  

“Sleep Y/N.” She ducks down, kissing your forehead.  

Still you fight sleep, the only words that the others can truly understand being.  

“I love you guys.”  

Christen and Tobin share a glance, the two grinning as they run their fingers through your hair.  

“We love you too.”  

#uswnt x reader #preath x reader #preath imagine #christen press x reader #tobin heath x reader

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Summary:

Akaashi Keiji catches glimpses of another life in his dreams. He dreams of fields of endless gold, of constellation of stars that light up the night sky. He hears echoes of birdsong in her laughter, her songs to the gods in the wind.

Wordcount: 1.9k

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But then his dreams start to take a dark turn, though he doesn’t notice it at the start. 

There is light dancing on the edge of his eyelids, and when he blinks he finds himself in a field of never-ending gold.  ‘You’re obsessed with flowers ’ he teases her, leaning on his hands to allow the breeze to ruffle his hair and whisper long lost secrets in his ear. 

‘But they’re so pretty. It’s like they were put on this earth by the gods to remind us that life can be beautiful, after all.’

‘Now who’s being poetic, hm?’ 

‘Don’t tease! I’ll give you a more prosaic reason then. I’ve loved flowers ever since I worked for a florist after mum died to earn a little money on the side and ended up falling in love with the look on people’s faces when they buy flowers for themselves and the people they love. ’

‘Why don’t I see you work at the florist shop then? ’ He frowns, thinking of the bustling, cosy little shop in the town square owned by Hana-chan’s mom. 

‘It didn’t work out’, she says simply. ‘Well, never mind that. Just shush and bask in the sun, let the sky gods weave rainbows into your dreams’. 

Her words linger in his mind, and he foolishly finds himself searching for rainbows in the sky the next day.

‘Listen to the sky, Keiji ’, she calls, her laughter like birdsong. ‘ Do you think the wind will answer our prayers today?’ 

‘You answer my question first ’, he grumbles. ‘Hana-chan cornered me at school to scream at me to mind my own business again. Does that have anything to do with the bruises I saw on your arm last week? What kind of trouble are you getting yourself into when I’m not around? ’ 

‘Nosy, nosy Keiji  ’, she teases, and he knows she’s just deflecting his concerns again. ‘You’re just overthinking things again’. 

‘Promise me you’ll be careful’, he pleads.  ‘Promise me you’re not doing anything stupid‘. 

‘Stop worrying, silly boy, I promise I’ll be fine’, she murmurs, her voice lost in the wind. 

‘You need to tell me what’s going on, you can’t go on like this at this rate’ , he hears himself say, desperation laced in his words. 

He looks down. There is a tapestry of mottled bruises and angry welts on her arms, paint strokes of yellow and blue and purple and red that is gut-wrenching in the violence it implies.

‘It’s not my secret to tell, Keiji’ , she says, unwavering.  

He wakes up, the pit in his stomach slowly filling up with dread. His dreams are turning out to be less like a shojo manga, more like a thriller that he suspects will give its protagonist a terrible end. 

'Have you been a good friend to Hana-chan these days? ’ the man asks, an unfriendly smile playing on his lips. 

Akaashi (or rather, him in her – though she’s in here somewhere too so it’s a little confusing) frowns, but accepts the box of vegetables and eggs held out to him anyway.  ‘I suppose’, he answers, the load heavy in his arms, and the man seems to accept his response, humming an offbeat tune. 

‘Well, I hope you can keep a secret, sweet girl’  the man laughs, tossing his cigarette butt on the grass before walking away. Sparks smoulder in the dry grass, and Akaashi hurries to balance the box on his hip before stamping them out. 

‘That’s Hana-chan’s father, Nakamura-san ’, she tells him, voice strained. ‘I need you to act normal around him, got that?’ 

‘Might need you to find me the definition for your normal’  he says drily. ‘That word’s lost its meaning to me these days ’. 

He hears her chuckle, but she doesn’t sound amused. 

Hana-chan corners him when he’s in her body and he’s stupid enough not to notice the fist that swings his way. 

‘I told you, you little creep’, she snarls, her nails digging into his arms.  ‘I told you to stay the fuck away from me, but did you listen? No! I saw you last night, creeping around my family’s house with that stupid phone of yours – did you really think I wouldn’t notice you? I’m warning you to stay away or I will fucking end you, got that? ’ 

And she spits in his face, and he’s still left trying to make sense of the sting of cold liquid on his cheek when burning hands shove down the stairs. Concrete and human flesh clashes, the victor already predetermined, his body wracked with pain as he lands heavily, face down on the floor. 

‘Last warning to stay away, you creep’, she shrieks before turning on her heel. There are no other students in the deserted hallway – not that anyone would come to help, not from his experience.  

‘Are you finally going to tell me what’s going on, or do I have to piece your secrets together myself?’ he demands, when he scrapes himself off the floor, body aching from bruises in full bloom. 

He can hear her breathe a sigh.  ‘It’s a long story’ , she finally says. 

‘Right now, all I have is time’ he answers drily. ‘Try me ’. 

So she tells him about taking a part time job with Hana’s mom, the town’s florist for some extra cash. She tells him about the noises she hears whenever Hana’s mom steps out of the store, faint echoes of  whimpers and sobs and broken cries for help, and how she puts two and two together when she sees the bruises on her classmate’s arms and legs. Her voice shakes when she tells him what she saw when she stole upstairs towards Hana’s bedroom one cloudy afternoon, how Hana’s dad gets off on hurting his teenage daughter, how she tried to report what she saw -  but who’d believe the words of a teenage girl over the town mayor .

‘And now he’s taking it out on Hana-chan, which is why she hates me but I’m not going to let him stop me’, she tells him stubbornly and he can hear his past self gulp.

‘Are you insane? You shouldn’t get yourself involved. Tell someone, anyone. If you continue like this, you’re going to get yourself killed at this rate’. 

‘Stop being a worrywart, Keiji! ’ she laughs, but the sound is hollow. ‘I’ll be fine, I promise’. 

She’s back at the forest shrine, holding her hands together in prayer. The mangled remains of dandelions lie beside her knees, decapitated flower maidens sacrificed for wishes that they both know won’t ever come true. 

‘I told you no one will listen to me, Keiji’, she cries, her face buried in her hands. ‘They all think I’m a little child who’s making up stories for attention ’. 

‘There’s nothing you can do unless you have a record of it. Just keep your head down, or he’ll come after you next. How many times have I told you not to set yourself on fire to keep others warm? ’ 

Her head shoots up, and a feral grin ignites like wildfire on her face. ‘That’s brilliant, Keiji! ’ 

‘Wait no - that wasn’t meant to encourage you – that was meant to be metaphorical!’

‘If it all works out, it’s because of you! ’ she runs off, throwing her head back as she laughs, challenging the wind to catch her if it dares, before disappearing further into the woods. 

‘You have got to be kidding me  ’ he groans, kicking off the blankets to stare at his or well, her legs in horror. Dried blood is still caked into the deepest scrapes on her legs, and he can feel the ache from the bruises deep in his bones. ‘What on earth did you do?’  

‘I may or may not have slipped when I was scaling Hana’s drainpipe’ . 

He can feel the vein in his temple start to throb.  ‘You what?’ he bites out. 

‘They didn’t see me, I swear!’  

He groans in despair this time, dropping his head in his hands. What is he supposed to do with someone so ridiculously obstinate?

‘If anything happens – ‘ she begins to say but he cuts her off before she can complete her sentence. 

‘You promised me you wouldn’t do anything remotely risky and I refuse to let you put yourself in danger again. ’

She sighs, and worry flickers like a flame in his heart. 

‘Fine – just. If anything happens – ‘ 

‘Which it won’t, not on my watch’ , he tells her firmly. 

The smell of smouldering ash hits his nostrils. 

His eyes fly awake. He’s back in the old wooden house again, but he chases his curiosity to the front yard, where he finds the letterbox razed to the ground. 

‘A warning to stay out of his business ’, he hears her say, her voice determined.  ‘But I’m not going to be spooked just by that. ’

‘You promised to be careful’ he shouts, properly angry this time. ‘Look at what you’ve done! ’. 

‘I refuse to be a bystander to his madness’, she screams back. ‘I'd be tarred by his sins if I choose to do nothing about them. ’

His shirt is soaked in cold sweat when he stumbles out of bed, slapping his palms against his face to reassure himself that he’s not back in the dreamscape. 

‘It’s not real. It can’t be real’, he tells his reflection firmly, but his mirror self only stares back at him. 

In the morning, he skips class to make a trip back home, intent on leaving the  omamori  where it belongs, back in his childhood bedroom, so he can look forward to adulthood without these  ridiculous dreams clouding his way. He stops by the florist on the way, as is his usual practice these days. 

‘Flowers for your mother?’ the florist asks, when she opens the shutters to greet him, her first customer of the day. 

‘Yes’, he answers shortly, and on an impulse he adds (because he needs something to fill the newly empty space on his desk) - ‘and maybe  a houseplant. Something that’s relatively easy to take care of would do the trick.’

She hums in thought, fingers busy tying ribbons in the bunch of yellow roses for his mother. He doesn’t need to ask to know that the baby’s breath she includes is on the house. 

‘What about rosemary?’ she suggests. 

‘For remembrance?’ he asks, wrinkling his nose at the reference to Hamlet. The sudden thought of poor, mad Ophelia, floating dead in a stream, water lilies in her hair hits a chord that’s a little too jarring. ‘Um. Maybe a cactus might be better instead.’

He wonders if he’s imagining things, but he catches a flash of disappointment on her face before she replies easily - ‘sure!’, bending down to pull out a grumpy looking bulb full of thorns. Then she waves him off, his purchases packed in a neat brown bag. ‘Please come again!’ 

The cactus replaces the omamori, sitting neatly on his desk. It refuses to die even when he forgets to water it for weeks at a time. 

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[silveanna]

The Butterfly Effect

Jungwoo x fem!reader + Johnny as your older brother

Genre: Sci-fi fantasy, thriller,

Warning: corpse and profanity

Summary: Their Beautiful, right, but what if their true nature isn’t beautiful as what we expected at all?

Italic:Telepathy

You live in small town, like Literally small, it can’t be seen on the map that’s why it’s rare to have any visitors from other places. The population is only 50. There’s no mobile phones,train stations, or any buildings or any high tech things. The townspeople have no contact at the outside world, you didn’t even know that there is a pandemic going on.

It all started when you were washing clothes at the river side, while you were busy doing your business, you heard a mumble from behind but you shrugged it off. Another mumble and you finally turn your head. There was a figure of a guy with.. butterfly wings?

He looks so beautiful you didn’t even notice that there was a tear streamed down your cheek. he slowly walk towards you, he held out his hand and a lot of gold came out of his palm. What the fuck is he trying to buy me? “Sorry but I’m not interested in those, find someone else” you akwardly smiled at him, collecting all your laundries in a rush.

“Please don’t go..” his soft voice made you stop in your tracks. You look back at him, he threw all golds away. “I’m really lonely I just want to make a friend, I thought you like gold so..” his mouth wasn’t moving at all, he’s communicating with you through telepathy. But since you haven’t experienced something like it before you thought he was a witch or anything related to the devil that’s why you were a bit frightened, but his beautiful black and white wings and handsome looks it’s just.. he’s so charming.

“Not all, but we can be friends.. so uhh what’s your name? I’m Y/N”

“I’m Jungwoo”

“Did Any interesting thing happened today?” Your brother Johnny ask, his back facing you while he cooks your dinner for the night. You rested your head on your palm and looked down at the table, drawing small circles in the soft wood. “Eh nothing much just typical house chores shits”

“I told you no swearing”

“Yeah Yeah sorry”

“How about you? Any interesting happened at work today?” after that, it took him a few seconds before he replied, seems like he’s hesitant to tell you something. Well you too, you just made a friend with a guy who had freakin butterfly wings glued on his back.

“Erm.. we have been receiving a lot of reports about missing persons and pets, and the difficult part is that they don’t leave any clues or anything behind... they just disappeared like Poof!”

“Weird and...creepy” you commented.

You were in the middle of eating but something was bugging the hell out of you, it’s irritating you just have to tell your brother about it. You looked at Johnny who was eating peacefully while reading a book, his hair slicked back “Johnny”

“Hmm?”

“I met someone today, at the river when I was doing the laundry there was this guy with butterfly wings he was offering me a lot of gold I thought he was trying to buy me or something, turns out he just wants to be friends with me” you explained, nervously fidgeting your fingers.

“I see your not over with your imaginary friend yet” he said, his eyes was still on the book obviously not paying any attention to your story. You rolled your eyes “he’s not an imagination ok? He’s real and I didn’t have an imaginary friend when I was a kid, I used to play with you all the time”

“And mom and dad watching us happily as we argue over a toy” every word your voice fades, you started to shrink on your seat. Biting your lower lip, tears making your vision blurry.

“But then you started to cry so I gave you a flower as an apology” he added, Johnny sighs. “We still have each other Y/N”

The next following days you’ve been hanging out with jungwoo at the forest, walking around getting to know each other Until sundown. But he didn’t showed up this time so you decided to head home after waiting for him for almost an hour.

When you enter the house you are greeted by a very foul smell, it was coming from the kitchen. You followed it and saw a dead white rabbit on the floor, it’s stomach was ripped open,intestines falling out, it’s smell was all over the room. You covered your nose and felt your stomach flip. You tried cleaning it up but the foul smell was making your head spin, your body was swaying while you carried the carcass of the rabbit and threw it in the trash can. You had planned to clean up the blood it left on the floor but when you came back to the kitchen it was gone.

You flopped down the couch, staring at the ceiling as you think about what the fuck just happened. “Meow” a black cat suddenly jumps to your lap, you flinch at the sudden action but calmed down after a sec, stroking it’s head gently “now where did you come from?” the cat somehow has the same scent as jungwoo’s.

You found out that the cat was a male when you raised its tail, “ima call you Zeus” you said, he replied with a meow making you giggle. You were interrupted by a few loud knocks from the front door, you tried to shoo Zeus away but it ignored you and started napping on your lap. So you just took him with you.

“Hey!” It was Diana and Eden, the siblings who was so plastic towards you when you were kids, what do they want with you? they never visited and greeted you so happily before. “Yes?” you raised a brow at them.

“We were just wondering if you wanna go shopping with us, you know just like the good old days” Diana said. You scoffed, Good old days my ass. But something was wrong, they don’t seemed like themselves, even the way they dressed was different.

“No thanks I have other things to do”you smiled shutting the door but Eden slipped her foot in to stop it from closing. “Come on just this once!!”

“I said no.” You reluctantly told them and forced the door shut not caring if Eden’s foot was still in, you heard her yelp in pain. Rolling your eyes in annoyance and headed to the kitchen and made some milk. You notice that Zeus was gone after you left the kitchen, you just shrugged and sat on the couch. Drinking milk while zoning out.

“meow~~”

“Oh Zeus, there you are” you smiled and gestured him to sit on your lap. You accidentally spit out the milk you were drinking when all of a sudden Zeus morphed into a person. “Wha- what the fuck Jungwoo?! How how?” Zeus, a cat turning into Jungwoo? What kind of sorcery is this.

You realized he was only wearing pants, your eyes landed on his abs but you quickly turned away and covered your eyes. You got up and went to Johnny’s room to get any shirt for Jungwoo, you went back to the living room and threw the shirt at him while still covering your eyes with you’re free hand. “You can look at me now” You slowly put your hand down and looked at him, just by looking at his eyes you felt your cheeks getting hot. it didn’t took long enough for his wings to pop out again, ripping the back of the shirt.

“U-Uhm, care to expla-“ you were cut off when he suddenly pulls you to a hug, he was warm and he smelled like rose. You didn’t hug him back, you just stood there as he buries his face to your neck. Few seconds had passed and he finally lets you go, “I’m so glad you didn’t agreed to come with them, they almost got you” he said and lightly ruffles your hair, however you on the other side, isn’t much happy at all. Jungwoo is confusing the hell out of you, thinking about it is making your head ache.

“Who? Diana and Eden? I don’t want to come with them, they’re annoying” you said.

“No that’s not it—“ jungwoo looks around as if he’s checking if someone’s watching you guys before he continues, “let’s go to your room” he grabs your hand and drags you towards your room, when you both get there he immediately closes the curtains and shut the door. “Now explain?”

He took a deep breath before answering, “my kind, Junos, can shape shift into everything as long as we’ve seen them, but it doesn’t last long. That Diana and Eden earlier isn’t really them, the real Diana and Eden are dead they’ve been eaten by Juno’s. They came here to invite you to go shopping with them, but that’s not really it, once you’ve let your guard down they will take you to any place where there aren’t too many people and that’s where the horror begins. Sure we look lovely with these so called butterfly wings but it’s a just a facade”

“W-what?” You remembered that night where you found your parents dead bodies laying at your garden, what if it’s really Juno’s who killed them and not wild animals? You quickly distance yourself from him, so what if you’re friends? So what if you almost know everything about each other? Anytime he can bite your neck and eat your flesh, you step back until you could feel the wall against your back.

“I refused to eat human flesh a long time ago, but still I’m a Juno so I totally understand if you’re scared and don’t trust me anymore. But Y/N there’s something more big you need to know” Jungwoo explained, he slowly walks towards you trying to assure you that he has no intentions of hurting you.

Next thing you know he was right infront you, he puts his index finger under your chin and lifted your face up, your heart beats faster and faster as his face gets closer and closer to yours. You stopped breathing and your body freezes when your lips met, jungwoo’s kisses were gentle and sweet, his lips is plump and soft but you felt dizzy and started to smell this fragrant smell. And this time you literally stopped breathing and collapsed on the floor.

•••

You slowly opened your eyes as you regained your consciousness, you were greeted by the blue Sky and the faint sunlight behind the clouds. You rubbed your eyes and sat up, you looked around. You realizing you were at an empty field. “For a starter you regained consciousness fast” you turned around and saw jungwoo standing behind you with a smirk on his face.

You stood and hit him one after another, “You! Stealing my first kiss and now you took me to a place where there weren’t too many people, you’re really a Juno! you really planned to eat me! You little shit!” You said, hitting him nonstop while he shields his head using his hands. “Aw! Stop! Stop it! Ah!”

When you got tired of hitting him he grabs both of your wrist so you won’t hit him again.

“Just listen to me okay? Our soul is separated from our body, back home our bodies are laying on the floor, we have a very little time and I’m not good doing this kind of stuff so things might go wrong. So Just aside your anger for a bit you can hit me again once we get back”

you rolled your eyes “okay fine”

He lets go of your wrist, he turns around and points his finger into something. You followed where it’s pointing at, it was a huge black barrier completely covering what’s inside “what’s that?” you ask.

“A barrier, what’s in it is a town, the town where you live”

Johnny is patrolling around the market with his companions checking if everything’s fine until... Linceo, one of his colleagues. Out of nowhere run towards him, he rest his hands on his knees as he tries to catch his breath. “Captain... there’s something you need to see, come with me please” Johnny nodded, he looks back at his companions and gestured them to follow Linceo.

Soon they arrived at the place pointed out by Linceo, a lot of people were gathering at something, they weren’t even close at the scene but Johnny could already hear the whispers of the citizens. As Johnny approaches the scene with his companions they met many people with traces of fear on their faces, the others seemed to be vomiting.

“It’s Diana and Eden, someone was taking a morning stroll around the town and found their bodies this morning, it looks like it’s a wild animal attack again” Linceo explained.

Johnny examined the bodies, the poor ladies stomachs was ripped, their intestines were missing and the odor smells so bad he felt sick. “I doesn’t look like it’s a wild animal attack, we also receive a lot of missing persons and dead pets reports for almost half a month now” he said and covered his nose. “We should held a curfew if this doesn’t stop” Johnny added.

“You’ll take care of this first, I need to go back home and check if my sister is fine, don’t worry I’ll be back before you know it” Johnny orders linceo, he just nodded in response.

Johnny pats linceo’s shoulder and after that he left, he stopped by at the market first to buy cooked dish for dinner. Since there weren’t much lamp post at the street he was taking, Johnny couldn’t see anything clearly. But in the distance, he saw a girl. She was crying and keep looking around as if she was kind of lost. She also doesn’t look like a citizen either.

“We have a visitor? But the town wasn’t even on the map” Johnny whispered to himself, he decided to approach her. He lightly pat her on the shoulder but the next thing he knew, she screamed and sprayed something on his eyes.

It stings so much all he wants right now is to remove his eyes and wipe them with the clothes he’s wearing right now. “Sorry, sorry, I’m really sorry! I thought you were some creep, but uhh... you kinda don’t look like one”

“That’s because I’m not, Argh! What is that? what the hell did you put in my eyes?” Johnny said while rubbing his eyes out. “Oh this? It’s pepper spray for perverts” the girl said and showed him a pink bottle.

“Anyways erm I’m lost right now, I was camping with my schoolmates I Don’t know what happened actually it’s just that they suddenly disappeared, and my phone couldn’t get any signal and it’s about to die, do you have a charger with you? for iPhone?” She said.

Phone? Charger? Signal? What is this girl talking about? Whatever it is I don’t have that Johnny thought. “No but I can help you look for your schoolmates”

“Oh thank god”

“But we have to do it tomorrow morning it’s not safe for us to lure around at night, what about you stay at my place? I have a sister you might get along for a while” he said, the girl nodded and followed him. “I’m Johnny by the way, I’m the captain of this town i make sure everything is alright here, you?” Johnny introduces himself.

“I’m kiezel, college student” they talked about everything else on the way home, exchanging information about each other. When they got home, Johnny frowned and went on alert mode when he saw there was no light inside the house and almost all the curtains are closed. Even the front door isn’t locked. “You stay here I’ll check my sister upstairs” he told kiezel.

“Okay” kiezel replied.

Johnny puts the food down at the counter table and went upstairs as he calls your name, it was dark and the moonlight was the only thing that illuminates the house. As soon as he saw your body laying on the floor he quickly dashed towards you and gently placed your head on his lap, completely unaware of jungwoo laying on the floor too on the other side of the room, johnny got even more worried when he realized your nose was bleeding.

He lightly pats your face and calls your name.

“Y/N?”

“Y/N?..”

“Y/N”

“Y/N”

“Y/N”

“Y/N!”

“Y/N!!”

“Hey Y/N!!!”

You flinched, Johnny’s voice snaps you back to reality. “Y-yes?”

“I’ve been calling you for like 8 times now, go get me a beer!” He commanded, not taking his eyes of the tv, you nodded and said sorry to him but all he replied was “stupid bitch”

Short explanation for You guys:

Y/n:

You were depressed, you felt like shit after your parents died from car crash and everything goes downhill. You stopped going to school to work for 5 part time jobs, you’re the only one who pays the bills and everything. You’re life sucks so much that you created a whole new world inside your head. Sure it wasn’t perfect but you like it the way you made it,

Johnny:

He was a chief at a police department in reality but he retired after your parents died, linceo was his close friend and also assistant who died from a shoot out. He was so stressed out that he became alcoholic, everyday, he would watch tv and drink beer only leaving the couch when it’s time to eat. He pretty much only showers after 5 days and mostly sleeps a lot while you work your body out on your part time jobs.

Jungwoo:

You were the one who made the first move in reality, he didn’t like you, he thinks you’re so clingy and annoying. You��re the one only who made an effort to your relationship. In your world, he’s the one who wanted you first and did everything to prove that he is trustworthy.

Kiezel:

She’s Johnny’s first love, the same thing also happened in reality, she accidentally peppered sprayed him on their first date because she thought he was some creep, Y/N sees Kiezel as her big sister, they relate to so much things, and helps each other. When Johnny became alcoholic she tried to help him but ended up getting hurt emotionally and decided to break up with him.

Junos:

The Junos represents depression that’s why the victims intestines were missing, depression eats our emotions inside until we became miserable and empty, crying every night because we can’t feel anything. Basically Y/N’s depression, but the white rabbit intestines weren’t missing it was only hanging out why? I don’t know too

The barrier:

Y/N created the idea of the Barrier so that no problem could ever interfere in their life in her world, it was keeping everything to its place. Trapping the happiness inside.

Diana and Eden:

Y/N’s trust issues

Note:Feel free to message me anytime, ask me anything let’s communicate y’all^_^ and also sorry if I kind of made you disappointed you with the plot twist._.v

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[moonflower-31]

I Won’t Forget You - Spencer Reid x Reader

Masterlist  

Part 24 

Warnings: Brief mention of self harm, Panic attacks, etc.  

Also (F/C/T) is: Your favorite cookie type 

Tags: @dra-reid, @eevee0722, @ceeellewrites, @anotherr-fine-mess, @ssahoodrathotchner, @egg-boy03, @helena-way07, @l0ve-0f-my-life, @serendipity-imagines, @kaelyn-lobrutto24, @thatsonezesty13, 

~~~~~~~~~~~ 

Never to suffer would never to have been blessed. - Edgar Allan Poe 

You bite your lip anxiously as you slowly pull away from Spencer’s now much more soaked cardigan. You sigh and attempt to wipe the spot down with your hand. "I'm sorry…" you said in a small voice. Spencer gently took your hands in his own and made you look into his eyes. 

"How can you be sorry for something you couldn't control? It's alright by me, (Y/N). Do you need someone to go in with you?" Spencer asked, his hands wanting desperately to hold you and to keep you ever so close to his chest so that you never had to fear for your safety. Because in his arms he could protect you. He could be the safe haven you needed to get back on your feet. And he would happily do so.  

You sniffled and pushed a strand on your hair that had fallen in your face behind your ear. You shook your head, gulping nervously before attempting to speak again. 

"N-no… Hotch wanted me to meet him in his office. I-I should be okay. Hotch… he wouldn't hurt me." You assure, although your voice betrayed your real feelings. You were nervous you were going to lose your probationary agent status and be downgraded to a desk-work agent. You were so close to the team now. You had already been working on fine-tuning your resume to turn in when Peter attacked you. 

Spencer sighed and squeezed your hand. "Okay. But just know I'll be here when you come out. I only have a few more reports to do. And each of them only require about a normal printer paper's worth of documentation to complete. Suffice to say you don't need to worry." 

You gave Spencer the best smile you could muster, which ended up only being a weak small one, before you turned your attention towards the small set of stairs. You then walked up to Hotch's office, the pounding of your heart and the rushing blood roaring in your ears. 

The carpet muffled the slight clop of your heels, quieting the pounding in your head just a smidge. You could see him in his office. He was business as usual, as always. You could feel your lungs collapse and refill as you took in each breath. You almost felt trapped inside your body. All around you you could only see blurry pictures of what was real. And you then began to see clearly what wasn't.  Piercing, evil green eyes began to appear on the walls, all staring at you. 

Whatever you had carried in your hands was now on the floor, your chest feeling ever so heavy. One by one your senses and functions were turning themselves off. It started with your hearing, and then your sight began to darken around the edges of your vision. By then you could see the partial outline of Spencer’s figure, trying to say something. But you couldn't hear him. The only thing you could hear was the pounding and the roaring of blood and your heart in your ears. It was deafening. 

Then you lost your ability to breathe, clutching at your chest as you coughed and wheezed, trying to suck in as much air as you could as your throat closed and swelled. Spencer gripped your arms, and it seemed like Hotch soon after joined him in trying to help you. Then you lost the ability to stand. And you fell face first into Spencer’s arms where he thankfully caught you. But it wasn't long after this that you began to lose consciousness from the lack of air in your lungs and the increasing pounding of your heart. 

The last thing you knew you would remember was the semi clearing view of Spencer’s eyes looking into yours, trying to urge you to stay awake. 

○●♡●○ 

You reawaken to Spencer's apartment ceiling, confused as to how you had gotten there. More concerned as to who was there with you. You attempt to move, to make someone aware that you were awake.  

"Hey, so Sleeping Beauty actually awakens." 

You groan at the sudden realization of who was in the room with you. You sit up slowly, turning your head to see a familiar pair of whiskey colored eyes staring at you from the corner of the room. 

"G...Gabriel?" 

Gabriel nods and chuckles to himself, advancing closer to you and taking a seat next to you. "Yep. What, were you expecting a stringbean? Prince charming? Cause he's in the other room with Chocolate Thunder." 

You widen your eyes for a moment and start to laugh softly from knowing Gabriel knew Garcia's nickname for Morgan. "You know about that?" 

Gabriel gives you a raised eyebrow. "What don't I know about you and your new work friends at this point?" 

You nod a few times. Fair enough. 

"What I also know… is that you are so undeniably in love with that pipe cleaner with eyes in there it ain't funny.  And he likes ya back. You know how many times I had to bribe him with my copy of the Hebrew version of the bible to leave you alone in here? He refused to let you go. Like seriously. Confess already. It's kinda sickening." Gabriel teases, nudging your shoulder. You look down at the floor, sniffling and laughing partly. 

Gabriel's teasing facade fell and he narrowed his eyebrows. "Kid… seriously. Are you okay? You passed out at work. That's not normal. Not even for me. And that's saying something." Gabriel's eyes widen and he holds up two hands as if saying he was innocent. 

You snicker gently, crossing your arms comfortably. "I… I guess? My uh… my Mom stopped by to beat me to a pulp today." 

Gabriel's face immediately shifted and redness increased in his face. "Are you serious? That bitch tried something? After what she did to you?! Selling you to fucking Peter?!" Gabriel hissed, his hands tightening at his sides. You flinch at his louder tone, sniffling and wiping your quickly tearing up eyes. 

"She's a narcissist, Gabe. S-she only cares about herself and th-the business. T-that she already got money for selling me to him. And it's non-refundable apparently." The dark cloud that had been around your head before your attack quickly was returning. And here you thought you'd finally be able to see sunlight. 

Gabriel sighed, his hand flexing against his jeans. "(Y/N)... I'm sorry kid. You don't deserve her. Deserve anything that's happened to you. Once we get her in jail alongside Pe-" 

You flinch at the beginning mention of Peter’s name, causing Gabriel to pause his statement and rephrase it. Gabriel sighed and began to speak again. "Once we get them both in jail, you'll be able to focus on yourself. Getting better. I'll even pay for your therapy if you want. It comes with candy I hear." Gabriel smirked, his tone growing playful to try and get a smile out of you. 

You do end up smiling gently, nodding wordlessly to your oldest friend. He wraps an arm around you and pulls you closer to him, letting you hug his torso. "Come 'ere. Let's just calm down for now, eh? Don't want you fainting on me again." Gabriel encouraged, gaining a brief chuckle from you. 

You snuggle closer, glad Gabriel understood you enough to know this was what you needed. You rest your head against his chest and listen to his heart's strong pumping. 

A few moments of resting later, a pair of footsteps exit the kitchen and make their way towards the living room. You feel a slight twinge of fear build up in your chest, but you quickly feel it exit when you hear his voice enter the room as well. 

"How is she?" Spencer asks Gabriel, probably assuming you were still asleep or adjusted while they were in the kitchen. 

"Fine, considering what she's been through. Thanks for calling me though, Spencer. I've been tryna get clearance to see her for a few weeks and only just got it. The life of a field agent." Gabriel expressed, getting what you guessed to be a nod and a grunt from Morgan. 

"It ain't all fun and games, I can tell you that." He answers, a sigh soon after leaving his lips. You open your eyes slowly and see Morgan clutching his lower thigh where he'd been shot by Peter. You resist your urge to bite your lip, wanting to enjoy a few minutes of just listening before having to interact.  

"What happened? Seriously? She didn't go into detail, and I respect that. But how did she end up fainting on her way to the boss's office?" Gabriel questioned, his hand rubbing up and down your arm. He knew you were still awake. It was like he already knew what was going through your head. 

"Her…" Spencer sighed, biting his nails for a moment as his eyes traveled over towards your supposedly sleeping form on his couch. "Her mother came in and attacked her. She stood up for herself but in the process I think she showed Hotch how unready she was for work. That's what he said anyway. That Derek and I should stay with her for a few weeks. We'll alternate cases once he goes back so she has someone at home." Spencer began to explain. You were glad you were awake now. Otherwise you doubted you would get as clear and concise of an explanation of what was going to happen if they knew you were awake. 

Gabriel gritted his teeth and looked off to the side in annoyance. "Yeah. I know about that. Which pisses me off honestly. How did she even get in? Don't you gotta have an ID to get in? An appointment or something?" He asks, his voice harsher than you'd ever usually heard it. 

"Hey, man we ain't in charge of that. That's the front desk. But yeah. Usually you gotta have an ID and or you gotta have an appointment or a meeting with an agent. She probably said she had a meeting with (Y/N) and they let her in." Derek explained, holding his hands up cautiously. 

Gabriel let out a sigh and groaned. "Fine fine. But still. It shouldn't be that easy. She should be as safe at that office as she is at home." 

Spencer nodded, his eyes closing slowly and staying closed as he sighed heavily. Something was weighing on him. You knew it. Was it you? It wasn't his fault. But then again, did he know that? 

You finally gained enough strength to finally face the two of your closest friends and began to open your eyes again, gently moving yourself away from Gabriel's chest. 

Spencer was the first to notice, his face immediately lighting up when he saw your open eyes. "(Y/N/N)..." he breathed, a smile pulling onto his face. Gabriel stifled a chuckle, rubbing your arm before giving you a reassuring look. You nodded to him, and he then stood up. He nudged at Morgan’s shoulder and winked at him. 

"Let's give 'em a few minutes, Brown Sugar. See? I can do nicknames too." He teases before he gestures for Morgan to follow him into the other room. Morgan laughed and winked back at him, following him into the kitchen. 

You look up at Spencer, gesturing to the seat beside you. He takes the spot as soon as you assure him that he was welcome. He was so cautious, wanting to make you as comfortable as you could be. You couldn't think of anyone else so attentive. 

"Spencer-" 

"(Y/N)-" 

You snicker softly, hearing a laugh echo from Spencer. For the first time in what felt like years you felt the foreign feeling of your heart skipping a beat. His laughter was like a blessing for you. And you were glad to have it. 

"You first." Spencer spoke up again after a moment. You sighed and rubbed your neck. 

"Spencer… I'm sorry. I… I didn't know I was going to faint or-or have a panic attack-" the increasing need to explain yourself filled up your chest. You didn't look him in the eyes, ashamed of not having been able to control how you acted.

But then he gently took your hands in his. Well, your wrists mostly. He was still wary of germs. "(Y/N/N)... Have I been known to lie to you?"  

You took a few deep breaths as you blinked at his question. "N-no… no you've always told the truth. That I know of." 

Spencer nodded. "Then should you determine that what I said to you when you apologized for wetting my cardigan, a lie?" 

You swallow nervously and sigh, shaking your head as you picked at your nails. You felt guilty. But that didn't mean what Spencer was saying didn't help. 

Spencer sighed. "You should not have to apologize for things you cannot control. It would be like asking me to apologize for having the IQ I do." Or for loving you, which would be a crime to apologize for. Spencer thought silently. 

Spencer’s hand raised up to your shoulder and rested there, pulling you closer to him. You both stayed quiet for a few moments, just listening to the other breathe. 

"You were awake when I talked with Gabriel, weren't you?" He asked after a few moments of silence. You bit your lip and exhaled tiredly. Your upper eyelids began to fall, proving your exhaustion. It was an exhaustion you hadn't felt since you were rescued from the clutches of your captor that shouldn't be named. 

"Y-yeah… I was just… I wasn't ready to really be awake yet." You explained. "I'm so-" 

Spencer shook his head. "Please, don't apologize for taking the time you needed." You didn't finish your statement, just letting yourself rest against him this time. 

"Okay…" you whispered, unsure of what else to say. Your tongue felt baren of words, unable to comprehend a combination that would effectively continue the conversation that you didn't second guess yourself on. 

"It's okay to have listened, (Y/N). I was just making sure you knew what Hotch said about you going back to work. You and Morgan have some time off that Hotch has given you both. He wants you to take the time to recover. If I'm totally honest, I do too." Spencer expressed, gently rubbing your arm as you laid against his chest. 

"But… I don't know what to even do with my time, Spencer. I'd bore myself." You look down at your fingers, groaning at the idea of being alone and unable to distract yourself from your self-destructive thoughts. You were glad you wouldn't be alone. Then maybe you'd be able to stave off of going back to self harm. 

"That's why Morgan will be here. For a little while. Then when he's able to go back in the field we'll alternate cases. So that you won't have to be alone, (Y/N)." Spencer assured you. "I'm sure I can help occupy your day with books." "O-or whatever you want to do." Spencer quickly adds, blushing softly. 

You smiled softly at his attempt to make you feel better. "Promise you'll read me Edgar Allen Poe and we have a deal." You attempt to tease. Spencer smiles at you and nods, hugging you closer. Seeing you cheering up was the best thing to happen to him in that entire half of the day since lunch break. You were safe in his arms. You were warm, protected, and that was all he could ask for. 

"Quoth the raven." Spencer answered, causing you to snicker. You curl up next to him, letting yourself ease breaths in and out. He was warm, and his heartbeat rhythmic. Forget any sort of music playlist. You could fall asleep listening just to his heartbeat and be off to dreamland in a matter of minutes. The warmth alone was comforting. Like a gigantic comforter that wrapped around you securely. 

"Spence… I…" you began, feeling an urgency full your chest. Were you really going to tell him? Tell him now how you felt? Would he feel the same? Gabriel could be wrong. Yet again, he was wrong about a lot of things. But were they ever this serious? 

Spencer adjusted his position so you could look him in the eyes. "Hm?" He answered, giving you the most adorable look you'd ever seen. Yeah. You were. While you still had this bit of confidence and urgency in your chest. Butterflies burst into your stomach, making you worry for a stutter. You wait a few moments to collect your bearings, before attempting what would be impossible with your normal level of confidence.

"I… I lo-" 

"Heya you two! Butterscotch and I just made cookies in here. You want one? They're your favorite, (Y/N)." Gabriel called from the kitchen. You jumped at the sudden additional voice, before sighing mournfully. 

"Are you okay?" Spencer asks. 

You exhale half annoyedly and nod. "Yeah… he just scared me." 

Spencer nodded and rubbed your back for a moment. "So… what were you going to say?" He asked, begging and hoping his cheeks weren't as red as they were warm. 

You look up into Spencer’s warm hazel eyes, but feel that last trickle of confidence slip away. You sigh and shake your head. "I… I uh… I wanted to ask if you'd want to have a movie marathon tonight. Just… as a distraction." 

Spencer blinked a few times before he nodded. "Yeah, totally. As long as Star Trek is in there somewhere." 

You giggle softly and chuckle. "Sure, fanboy." 

You stand up gently before beginning to head to the kitchen. Curse Gabriel and his want to share. You would already be kissing Spencer’s face off at this very moment if he'd waited a few more minutes before announcing he'd made cookies. But then again, (F/C/T) cookies sounded pretty good too. 

Back to the drawing board, with a few extra post-it notes of anxieties and PTSD. You'd get there. Somehow. 

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[captainelsaeverdeen]

I like me better when I’m with you.

Okay so! I never considered writing on this blog, but I just had the cutest idea e v e r and I decided to do something about it. I used to write a lot but I stopped to publish anything years ago. Maybe it’s time to come back. Who knows! For now I just wanted to see if someone would like it! English is not my first language so pretty, pretty please forgive me if you find any mistakes :( 

summary: based on ‘To All The Boys I Loved Before’. Y/N Henderson used to be in love a couple of times. This time she’s sure it’s something bigger, something serious. Her love for Jonathan Byers is unlimited, untamed and endless. At least she thought so. You can read Part 2 Here.

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We knew that it was wrong. That he was betrothed to my best friend. But if this isn’t what he wanted then why did he come to the field of desire? It was faded,  that we should meet like this. So when his lips touch my neck to put a gentle kiss on it… 

“Mom asks you to wash the dishes” Dustin was standing in the doorway of your room, smiling silly. He presented his full teeth with pride, moving his eyebrows in a funny way. “It’s not my turn” you said and slowly turned over a page of book your brother interrupted you from reading. “Yours, if you’re planning on going out with Nancy and Jonathan today” he shrugged his shoulders innocently. “Excuse me?” you turned your head so fast that your neck hurt. “Says who?” 

“Says me. You forced me to vacuum last week when I wanted to go to the arcade, but it was your turn. So if you don’t want to be late, you better hurry”  “I hate you” you sighned putting the book down. You ran you fingers through the cover of it with two lovers, leaning towards each other just before the kiss. Dustin was still standing in the doorway. 

“Do they not mind when you are going to their dates?” He asked suddenly. “They don’t call it ‘dates’ when I’m with them. They have time for each other, but we’re still friends. Just because they’re together doesn’t mean… that I’ll stop being their friend” you said. “Whatever you say. I think that’s weird. Totally weird. I wouldn’t want to take Mike or Lucas or Will if I wanted to meet my girl”. “No one asked for your opinion, you abominable little shit!” you screamed going to the kitchen, aggressively putting plates in the sink. They didn’t deserve such terrible treatment, but Dustin was right. It was weird. Weird as fuck. 

After the infamous party at Tina’s last Halloween night, when Nancy broke up with Steve Harrington, and rumours about them didn’t go silent for a good month she and Jonathan became extremely close. You always spent time with them separately. When Nancy and her boyfriend wanted to be alone, you would watch movies on the couch at Joyce Byers’ house. When Jonathan promised Will to take him for a ride in the car listening to The Clash, Nancy combed your hair as Donna Summer filled her room with her songs. But after Halloween, everything changed. Nancy started sitting between you and Jonathan as you guys were watching ‘The Shining’ with a bowl of popcorn. And Jonathan knew ‘I Feel Love’ by heart, although he hated Donna Summer. Something was wrong. Something was diffrent. 

By Christmas, everyone was sure that Jonathan and Nancy started dating. They spent Christmas Eve together and then announced their relationship to you together. And that’s not when your heart started beating faster when you saw him. Not when they were holding hands, not when they kissed every time before the car started from the driveway when they came to your house. Not until Nancy Wheeler took your seat on the couch at Joyce’s house. It wasn’t until then that something unimaginable, something wrong happened, something that should never have happened. You started to have, a little, small, tiny crush on your best friend.

And it wasn’t that you were jealous of Nancy. She was a great girl, smart and deserving of a wise, loving boy, which Jonathan was. But the heart is a treacherous tool. You could leave it with a cat for a month, thinking everything would be all right, and when you get back, you’d find that it threw it out the window. Because it can never be trusted. Admitting your feelings was not an option. You could lose Nancy or Jonathan. Well, Robin and Dustin would still be staying by your side, of course, but losing someone close hurts too much. Too much to be dealt with by an organ that throws the cat out the window. So smiling is okay, pretending everything’s okay is okay. As long as no one guesses and stupid feelings go away.

Not for the first time, right?

“Y/N, honey, what are you still doing here? Jonathan’s here” Mom came to the kitchen. “Ask the youngest” you rolled my eyes and kissed her on the cheek, running out of the house. Nancy pressed the alarm button a couple of times, dropping the window on the passenger side. “I don’t think you’re so excited to see Jason Voorhees for the fourth time since you’re two minutes late” she said, putting her wrist with the watch on it out the window.

“Maybe if my brother weren’t such a troublesome goddamn gremlin, you guys wouldn’t have to wait for so long” you fastened your belt and smiled at Jonathan. “Tell me about it” Nancy rolled her eyes. Her hand was clenching on Jonathan’s hands, their intertwined fingers were on his thigh. He was probably just letting her go to change gear, to grab her hand back, wanting to touch her. You smiled slightly to yourself. “I’m a little offended” you hit the back of Nancy’s chair a little bit. “You questioned my love for Jason, knowing he’s the man of my dreams. I wouldn’t miss this movie now or ever”.

“Man, you have a strange taste in men” Jonathan twisted his head.

Oh boy, if you only knew.

“Who’s gonna pick them for you when I’m out of college?” Nancy said quietly. When you were a year younger than them, you had to reckon they would be gone soon, but the thought still was terrible. You opened the window and put my hand out, feeling the cold wind on your fingers. “Robin’s doing great” you smiled. “She likes Michael Myers”.

“I’m begging you. He’s not even half as terrible as Freddie” Jonathan rolled his eyes. “Yeah, and my father is Stephen King” you snorted. Nancy smiled a little. “And Robin’s driving terribly” Jonathan got ripped off. “Whatever my life depends on it, I’d rather give my car to Carol Perkins, she can at least turn around.

“I gotta get off so you two can both stop making fun of her?” “Oh no. We don’t want Jason to get you here… on a dark road… near the woods…” Nancy wiped out and turned to you with her hands ready to attack. You hit her hands to turn around so she didn’t even think to touch or tickle you. “You can ride with me” Jonathan shrugged his arm. “I like Robin, but your life is in danger when she’s behind the wheel. I’m not going anywhere yet.”

There it was. The stomach’s fickles, the heat on your cheeks and the smile and the awful awareness of how wrong it was. How inappropriate and how unfair it was to Nancy, who sat so close to you, that she could count your moles if she turned around. But before she even thought about him, he was yours. Not exactly, of course. But when Will went missing, he didn’t turn to her for help first. He wasn’t at her door in the middle of the night, rambling about how his mom is getting crazy. He was always a lonely ship drifting in the dark sea, and you were his anchor, which drifted in time to hold him.

Well, once Jason had killed everyone he was supposed to kill, and for most of the movie, Jonathan and Nancy spent most of the time giggling and whispering to each other, after looking at their inseparably intertwined hands, it was time to go home.

It’s not that you wanted to steal your best friend’s boyfriend. You were super happy for Nancy. She deserves a great guy like Jonathan. So it was time for another letter. Fifth, if you believe your stupid heart. “How’s the movie?” Dustin asked when I walked by his room. He was only wearing one sock and reading a comic book. “Didn’t you faint from the excess corn syrup blood?”

“I’m not you” you showed him your tongue. “I didn’t forget about the dishes!” “Oh, you did! The pan is still dirty!” Dustin screamed, but I already locked the door to my room and sat at my desk, hiding my face in my hands. After a few awfully long seconds and listening to the bang of an owl outside the window, I pulled the card out of the drawer looking for a black pen. 

Dear Jonathan Byers… 

These letters are your biggest secret. You weren’t going to send the letter, it was just for you to understand how you were feeling. But really, you guess it was mainly about how sometimes you imagined what it would’ve been like if you’d realized how you felt about them sooner. To all of them. There are five of them: Chris from summer camp, Stanley from the homecoming, Ralph from the neighborhood who lived across the street for just three months, Steve Harrington from high school, and Jonathan. 

You’ve seen Chris once in you life, for two weeks in the riverside forest. Stanley was the only one who asked you to dance, seeing you sitting alone on a bench. Ralph moved into Hawkins a few years ago, but his parents decided to go back to Florida. Steve… well, he became quite a different person when you went to high school. And Jonathan… Jonathan is still an infinite chapter. A chapter in book that’s too beautiful to finish reading it early.

You write a letter when you have a crush so intense that you don’t know what else to do. Rereading your letters reminds you of how powerful your emotions can be, how all-consuming. You hide them between the vinyls on a shelf above the bed, where no one will ever find them. Robin would say you’re being dramatic, but drama can be fun… 

“What are you doing?” Dustin asked suddenly, entering the room without knocking. “Nothing” you smiled, covering the unfinished part of the letter with your elbow. “Your room is a mess” brother looked around. “And listen, about that pan-”

“Good night, Dustin. I hope you will be dreaming of something nice” you smiled sweetly, showing him the way out. It wasn’t until he left that you finished pouring your feelings onto the paper that you put the letter into the envelope, addressed it and put it between the vinyl, where there were four similar envelopes. Each one was for another boy, who would always be a part of you.

Yeah, drama can be fun. Just as long nobody else knows about it.

-

“So you’re telling me” Robin stopped halfway down the track. She didn’t care about getting a pass at the PE, anyway, you too. The coach sent you an indulgent look, and your friend just shrugged her shoulders. The other girls ran past you, rubbing your shoulders, but besides that, they didn’t pay much attention to you. “That they were on another date, taking you with them again? Why don’t you just say no to them?”

“I don’t know” Robin groaned and grabbed her side. “What’s going on?” “My body reacts badly to physical effort” she muttered and sat on the treadmill, pulling her legs out. “Some running won’t hurt you” Becky Miller snorted, running alongside us. “Running is humiliating” Robin didn’t even look at her. “Dude, you have to stop this. Every fucking time you come to me and tell me how badly you’re feeling, you’re the one who’s responsible for it. Tell him finally how you feel. Nothing’s gonna happen. There will be no earthquake. The aliens won’t find their way to Earth. And you will finally fall asleep and free yourself from that strange triangle”.

“I don’t want it to be weird between us” you shruged your shoulders.”If I push them off, I’ll start losing them. They’ll find that the two of us are actually better off and… forget how cool it used to be.”

“That’s why relationships sucks” Robin moaned and grabbed your hand. Coach had already started walking towards us, but he was still far away. “But hey… Nancy is your friend. Jonathan is your friend. They care about you. They love you. Maybe not as much as I do, but they do. You don’t have to worry. Everything’s gonna be okay, just… just don’t let it break you. Okay?”

“Okay” you smiled. Robin smiled too and turned her back, frowning her eyebrows. “What’s Harrington doing here? He’s all sweaty and, oh, my God, he looks gross, but shouldn’t he have basketball practice now?”

“Hey, Henderson!” Steve has spoken to you. You lifted your head and swallowed. Steve hasn’t talked to you since you guys were thirteen. Damn thirteen. “On a scale from one to ten, how bad this looks like?” you asked when your hands started shaking. “I’m hovering somewhere in the high thirties” Robin responded quietly, standing up. “Me?” you made sure and Steve nodded his head. His hair was in terrible disarray, but although it was wet and stuck to his forehead, it still looked impressive. He wasn’t angry or upset, which was good, but… but he didn’t look happy either.

“If you need me, I’ll be in the nurse’s office” Robink winked and walked away.  “Look, I just wanted to say that I really…” Steve licked his lips and wiped his forehead with the palm of his hand. What the hell was going on here. “Goddamn, this is the first time I’ve been in situation like this… I appreciate it, but it’s never gonna happen”. 

“I’m sorry, what?” You asked. Why did Robin have to leave? Why did she have to leave you? “From what I remember that kiss was hot, you know, for being in seventh grade” Steve said slowly, leading the eye somewhere outside of you, just to avoid looking you in the eye. “And I think it’s really cool you think I have golden specks in my eyes. And that my hair is gorgeous. But this is a strange moment for me… I just broke up with Nancy, you know… Becky is… she’s fine, she seems fine. I may not be ready at all…”

You stopped listening to him and looked at his hands. You don’t know what you expected, maybe they will shake as much as yours, but no. He was holding the envelope. A white, slightly old envelope, with his name written with your writing. With your pen. And your hand.

“At first I thought it was just Dustin’s stupid joke, but that dipshit probably doesn’t even know how to write…” Steve kept on talking, but your mind was somewhere else. It went all the way from school to your house, tossing the whole room in it’s memory, wondering hhow did the letters get in sight. How did they even reach the people they were never supposed to reach?

“I don’t want to be an asshole, and I certainly don’t want you… I don’t know, to feel bad about it, but…” Steve’s voice was drilling into your brain, and your stomach started to shrink painfully. Maybe it’d have managed, if it wasn’t for the fact that Jonathan was just going to the pitch, and he also was holding the envelope.

Oh, no.

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[fuckin-nancy]

Refiner’s Fire

rating: T words: 3,134 characters: Jacob Seed, Joseph Seed, John Seed additional tags: pre-cult, child abuse tw summary:

After being taken away from their abusive father, 15-year-old Jacob Seed held little hope that the lives of his brothers and himself would improve. His suspicions are confirmed when they are thrust into the care of the Isaacs, a couple who treat them little better than slaves. Jacob bides his time, until the night he can finally set his family free. 

[AO3]

Jacob watched fields and copses pass by with a sense of foreboding, tuning out the animated chatter of the social worker in the driver's seat. Jen, she insisted they call her. She seemed like a very nice person, but if the past few weeks had taught him anything, it was that he couldn't stand nice people, with their nosy concern and worthless platitudes.

She spoke cheerfully of the new life Jacob and his brothers were about to embark on. Occasionally she'd regard each of them in turn in the rearview mirror, her patronizing smile never wavering.

Neither of his brothers shared his feelings. Oh, Joseph was his usual reserved self, hardly saying two words together, but Jacob could tell by his rapt gaze and relaxed shoulders that he was content in his anticipation of what lay before them. John, on Joseph's other side, eagerly watched their passage along the highway and exclaimed at any grazing farm animals. As the youngest he was originally supposed to sit in the middle, but after begging his brothers to switch with him, Joseph had been all too happy to oblige his little brother.

"... Don't hesitate to call them Mom and Dad," Jen went on. Jacob gave a start, glancing at his brothers, but neither of their demeanours had changed.

He wanted to be cautious. He didn't want to get his hopes up, lest they be dashed yet again, and he especially didn't want that for John and Joseph. But it was getting harder to remain circumspect when this was the most carefree his little brothers had ever been.

"Looks like we're here," Jen said, as she turned into a long gravel driveway. In spite of himself, Jacob eyed the yard as interestedly as his brothers did. The house certainly didn’t look as nice as some they’d passed, but compared with the hellhole they’d grown up in, it was a palace. Chickens pecked at the ground inside their pen, and a few cows grazed in a nearby field. A sizable garden lay beside the house, and on its other side sat an old barn, its red paint all but chipped away.

Farm life could suit him very well, he thought.

When Jen smiled as his eyes met hers, he quickly turned away, suppressing a grimace. He had to keep his guard up.

John bounded ahead of them, down the overgrown path and up the creaking porch steps. Though it was late in the morning, curtains covered the windows, hiding the inside from view. Jacob gripped a garbage bag containing his and his brothers' clothes in his fist, careful not to let it drag on the ground.

 "Can I ring the doorbell?" John asked.

"Of course," Jen said, smiling.

John glanced back at them. At Jacob's nod, he turned, and gave the button a pronounced press.

After a full ten-second wait—Jacob counted—the door opened.

"Why, hello there." The woman looked middle-aged, with heavily greying hair pulled back into a bun, and a broad yet angular face. Her smile didn't meet her eyes. "Are these the three strong boys I've heard so much about?"

Jen laughed. "Yes, Mrs. Isaac, I've brought your three strong boys. Is Mr. Isaac around?"

"Yes, he's just inside. Come on in."

Two things immediately piqued Jacob's interest: the TV in the living room, showing a baseball game, and the sweet scent of fresh pastry, wafting from somewhere farther in. They'd never had a TV in their old house. Who he could only assume was Mr. Isaac sat in an old, stained armchair. He didn't stand to greet them; he only muted the TV and turned to stare at them. He did not smile.

Jen and Mrs. Isaac did most of the talking, but it wasn't long before Jen glanced at her watch and exclaimed at how late it was. "Sorry, but I gotta run. I'm sure you guys don't need my help settling in and getting to know each other, right?"

"We'll manage," Mrs. Isaac said, smiling. Mr. Isaac said nothing.

"Don't hesitate to call the agency if you have any questions. I'll visit in a few weeks to see how you're settling in. Well, bye then!"

The door shut behind her.

Without another word, Mrs. Isaac swiftly turned away, going into another room. Mr. Isaac had already turned back to the television, the volume of his baseball game back at full blast.

Jacob and his brothers stood awkwardly, bunched in the entrance. Doubt etched itself onto John's face, and Jacob silently fumed. If these people hurt his brothers ...

Mrs. Isaac returned with several pairs of boots in her arms. She dropped them at the boys' feet. "Try these on, see how they fit."

John and Joseph immediately did as they were told, Joseph helping John to find the smallest pair. Jacob waited, though.

Mrs. Isaac quickly took notice of his inaction. "Well, Jake? Get to it. We don't have all day."

"Don't call me Jake."

"Pardon?" She squinted at him.

"You heard me."

The sound of squeaking springs tore Jacob's attention away from her. Mr. Isaac stood facing them. There was nothing striking about his appearance—he wasn't particularly tall or short, thin or broad, pale or tan. He stared Jacob down, saying nothing.

Gritting his teeth, Jacob crouched and began searching for the pair that looked closest to his size. One day, he told himself. One day. 

Mr. Isaac returned to his seat as if nothing had happened.

The largest pair were a little tight, but they would have to do. John's were worse—they had to be at least three sizes too big.

Mrs. Isaac led them out into the yard. Not wanting to leave their belongings unattended, Jacob carried the garbage bag with him.

The midmorning sun warmed their backs, threatening an even hotter day to come. Mrs. Isaac entered the old barn, and the inside, though dark, was already as hot as a midsummer's afternoon. The faint stench of manure tickled Jacob's nose. John, always sensitive to such things, covered his nose and mouth with the top of his oversized T-shirt.

Mrs. Isaac seemed entirely unaffected by the smell. She gave the barn a quick look-over, then gestured to some shovels leaning against the wall. "You'd better get cleaning," she said. "This'll be your bedroom."

"Are you fucking serious?" Jacob blurted out.

"Watch your language," she said sharply. "I don't joke around, boy." She paused. "Well, what are you waiting for? We don't have all day—the chicken pen needs to be cleaned today yet, too, and dozens of other things need to be done besides." She left.

Joseph and John looked to Jacob, both stricken.

He wanted to rebel. He wanted to catch up to Mrs. Isaac and demand proper treatment. He wanted to take his little brothers and their garbage bag of clothes, hitchhike across the country, and fend for themselves until they found somewhere safe.

But the system wouldn't let them.

They couldn't run. They couldn't fight. So they'd have to bide their time, until ...

He sighed, taking a shovel. "We'll have to do what she says." For now, he silently added.

As the morning progressed, the barn only grew hotter. They found some old rugs, beat them to get most of the dust off, then lay them down as a sort of mattress. John cried, off and on, while Joseph remained silently morose. Jacob pummeled dust off the rugs with more force than was strictly necessary to vent his frustration. He hadn't known he still held on to a little bit of hope that the system could be good, could help to save his brothers and himself, but now, it was smashed to pieces even tinier than the dust motes that floated through the air.

Mrs. Isaac, exemplar of kindness as she was, brought them a lunch of raw vegetables and cold ham at noon. No sign whatsoever of the pie they'd smelled that morning. After, she made good on her promise of having them clean the chicken coop, and not only that, but feeding the chickens, mowing the lawn, hanging the laundry out to dry, weeding the garden, watering the garden, and sweeping the porch. It dawned on Jacob that she really wasn't kidding about there being dozens of things to do.

As Jacob knelt in the garden late in the afternoon, pulling weeds, Mrs. Isaac came out and, after a little deliberation, recruited Joseph to help her make supper. Annoyed that Joseph knew little about cooking besides the most rudimentary of basics, she all but dragged him to the house. Jacob half stood, wanting to stop her, but Joseph gave a quick shake of his head. Jacob reluctantly respected his wishes. He knew that for himself, he'd rather spend the rest of the week weeding in the sweltering heat than spend even one minute alone in that house, with those people.

After supper, they were sent ungraciously to bed, each given a coarse blanket and thin coverless pillow, with their only source of light being a single flashlight. John cried himself to sleep, leaning against Joseph. Exhausted as he was, it was only in the early hours of the morning that Jacob's fury ebbed enough for him to succumb to sleep.

*

It seemed like he'd just shut his eyes when Mrs. Isaac came barging into the barn. "Why aren't you up yet? I know you boys never worked a day in your life before yesterday, but even you must know farm work starts early."

Jacob wanted to ask, Ever heard of knocking?, but he wasn't in the mood for a fight. When they left the comfort of the barn, the sun wasn't even a sliver on the horizon.

Mrs. Isaac wasted no time in starting to teach them various farm chores, turning especially nasty when they weren't learning fast enough for her liking. After a vicious put-down for spilling a bucket of water, John trembled. Jacob silently took the bucket from his little brother, seething.

"You won't be getting any breakfast until all this is finished," Mrs. Isaac threatened.

It was like that for the rest of the day—they were only fed when Mrs. Isaac had deemed they'd worked hard enough.

It wasn't just farm work, either. Jacob got to experience life in the home first-hand when Mrs. Isaac selected him for helping her cook supper.

Not once, in the two hours that Jacob spent in the house, did Mr. Isaac get up from his chair in the TV room. Occasionally he'd call to Mrs. Isaac to remind her of something, or tell her to fetch something for him, which she would then make Jacob do. Mr. Isaac never thanked Jacob, or even acknowledged his existence with a passing glance. Jacob was almost shocked to have met a person even more worthless than his biological father.

Tasked with bringing Mr. Isaac's plate to him, Jacob spit into the mashed potatoes when he thought no one was looking, only to be met with Joseph's disapproving stare. Although he'd been planning to, he didn't do the same to Mrs. Isaac's plate.

That night, Jacob was almost thankful to be sent back to the barn, considering the atmosphere of the house. A blessing in disguise, it appeared, at least until a large spider crawled across his face in the middle of the night.

*

Jen the social worker never ended up checking on them, nor anyone else from her agency. Not that Jacob would have told anyone the truth about their situation, anyway. He couldn't trust a broken system.

Soon enough, they all started out at new schools—John at an elementary school, and Jacob and Joseph at the high school. Jacob hated not being able to check on John during the day, but he watched out for Joseph as best he could. Joseph seemed as much of a loner as he was; Jacob's classmates steered clear of him, which suited him just fine. He and Joseph always spent their lunch period together, never saying much.

*

Jacob sat with John in the garden on a mercifully cool Saturday afternoon, weeding yet again. Though it was his least favourite chore, he was at least glad to be doing it together with his baby brother.

Then came Mrs. Isaac's furious shout from the porch:

"John!"

John flinched.

"John!" She tramped across the yard, some wet garment in her hand. "What's this?" she demanded.

John stammered so badly, not even Jacob could make out what he said.

"You little jerk—don't you know you're supposed to wash whites separately? Are you some kind of retard?"

"It was me."

Her head swiveled toward Jacob. "What?"

"I put the clothes in the wash. My mistake—won't happen again." He looked her straight in the eye.

She frowned. Sized him up. Then said, in a quieter tone, "You make sure that it doesn't, or you'll be sorry." She trudged back to the house.

John didn't cry. He only kept on weeding, face expressionless. Jacob would've felt better if he'd cried.

*

There wasn't a muscle in Jacob's body that wasn't sore, but he pressed on. He worked mechanically, or at least tried to: break the ground with the shovel, scoop up some dirt, lift it to the wheelbarrow, upend it. His head was killing him—his throat, too. He knew he was sick. But he couldn't stand the thought of Joseph and John having to pick up his slack. They had too much on their plates already.

After yet another coughing fit, Joseph approached him, his thin face pinched with worry. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine." Jacob straightened up on wobbly legs, trying his damnedest not to show it.

"You're sick."

"So?"

"You should take a break."

"I told you, I'm fine." He stabbed at the earth with the shovel, and the momentum was nearly enough to knock him over.

Joseph, of course, didn't miss it. "No, you're not fine. You need to rest. I can finish it later if she thinks it needs to be done now."

"No." The urge to cough bubbled up his throat, but he kept his mouth firmly shut. He turned to dump the dirt.

He felt a hand on his arm. "Jacob—"

"I told you, I'm—!" Coughs exploded out of him. He couldn't breathe. He bent over, eyes watering, hoping it would end soon so he could get back to work.

Eventually it did subside, leaving him shaking. He reached down to pick up the shovel.

But Joseph grabbed him by the shoulders, forcing Jacob to look at him. "You're going to kill yourself at this rate! Can't you see that?"

Jacob stared. His scrawny little brother, with fire in his eyes. A night came to mind, so long ago—the night Joseph had convinced him not to confront their father. He'd had the same fire in his eyes then, too.

"You don't need to push yourself so hard," Joseph said. "You do enough already. John and I will be fine."

"Okay." Somehow, Jacob found himself stepping away—relenting.

Joseph may have convinced him, but he didn't have to like it. He rested for a week until he finally recovered, and hated every second of it.

*

It was the sight of Atlanta burning that gave him the solution to their problems.

He'd lost count of all the times he'd seen Gone With the Wind at school. Georgia just loved to toot its own mediocre horn. He chuckled at the memory of his father yanking him and Joseph out of the classroom while drunkenly prophesying hellfire for the teachers and students, though there wasn't really any humour in it. The good old days.

But this time, as he watched the greyscale flames flickering over the city, he suddenly knew exactly what he had to do in order to save his little brothers.

*

That night, Jacob didn't sleep. He waited.

When he was certain John and Joseph were asleep, he crept to the door, and opened it just a crack. The house was dark.

He slowly made his way to the shed, careful to stay in the deepest shadows. Once he reached it, he found the gasoline canister just inside, right where he'd left it.

Upon his return to the barn, he silently woke his brothers. John rubbed his eyes, groggy and confused, but Joseph took one look at the bright red canister in Jacob's hand, just barely illuminated by the moonlight spilling in from the open door, then led John out, blankets draped over their shoulders like mangy capes. Jacob was pleasantly surprised that Joseph wasn't going to try to stop him.

He poured gasoline over everything, though he made sure to only use about a third of the canister: he wasn't done with it yet. As he exited, he pulled a box of matches from his pocket, pilfered from one of his classmates.

He lit a match. Threw it into the barn. Poof—up went the flames.

After releasing the cows from their stable and the chickens from their coop, he lit those on fire, too. The canister now depleted, he chucked it. He picked up an axe handle.

Finally came Mrs. Isaac's shrieks from the house. Half a minute later Mr. Isaac shambled out the front door, still in his pajamas, so distracted by the inferno that he didn't even notice Jacob until he bumped against his shoulder. "What the hell—"

Five consecutive hits with the axe handle, and Mr. Isaac was down. Jacob gave him a couple more for good measure.

As he stood over the groaning man, Jacob was struck by just how weak he was. Jacob could've easily done this on the first day. He'd just built Mr. Isaac up in his mind as an untouchable giant, one he couldn't dare disobey, because that's what the system had taught him—that adults had intrinsic power over him.

One look at Mrs. Isaac had her squealing, running off into the night.

At that point, Jacob figured he may as well burn the rest, too. He didn't have any more gasoline, but he still had plenty of matches. Up in flames went the house, the shed, the truck, the car.

Until finally he joined his brothers, huddled together, watching the flames. They sat in comfortable silence for hours, until the sounds of sirens broke the night.

All he could see, all he could think of, was his little brothers. "I'll come back for you," he shouted over his shoulder as they pushed him into the cop car. "It'll be okay. I promise."

Whatever his punishment was, it wouldn't last forever. And once it was all over and he reached adulthood, he'd go out and he'd find them. Even the system couldn't stop him from doing that.

They'd be together in the end, no matter what.

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[stevenismyboy]

I like me better when I’m with you.

This fic was posted first on my main blog which is captainelsaeverdeen. I started my own blog only for my imagines and I moved all my work from there to here. hope you guys would enjoy my work! <3

summary: based on ‘To All The Boys I Loved Before’. Y/N Henderson used to be in love a couple of times. This time she’s sure it’s something bigger, something serious. Her love for Jonathan Byers is unlimited, untamed and endless. At least she thought so. You can find my Masterlist here. 

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We knew that it was wrong. That he was betrothed to my best friend. But if this isn’t what he wanted then why did he come to the field of desire? It was faded,  that we should meet like this. So when his lips touch my neck to put a gentle kiss on it…

“Mom asks you to wash the dishes” Dustin was standing in the doorway of your room, smiling silly. He presented his full teeth with pride, moving his eyebrows in a funny way. “It’s not my turn” you said and slowly turned over a page of book your brother interrupted you from reading. “Yours, if you’re planning on going out with Nancy and Jonathan today” he shrugged his shoulders innocently. “Excuse me?” you turned your head so fast that your neck hurt. “Says who?”

“Says me. You forced me to vacuum last week when I wanted to go to the arcade, but it was your turn. So if you don’t want to be late, you better hurry” “I hate you” you sighned putting the book down. You ran you fingers through the cover of it with two lovers, leaning towards each other just before the kiss. Dustin was still standing in the doorway.

“Do they not mind when you are going to their dates?” He asked suddenly. “They don’t call it ‘dates’ when I’m with them. They have time for each other, but we’re still friends. Just because they’re together doesn’t mean… that I’ll stop being their friend” you said. “Whatever you say. I think that’s weird. Totally weird. I wouldn’t want to take Mike or Lucas or Will if I wanted to meet my girl”. “No one asked for your opinion, you abominable little shit!” you screamed going to the kitchen, aggressively putting plates in the sink. They didn’t deserve such terrible treatment, but Dustin was right. It was weird. Weird as fuck.

After the infamous party at Tina’s last Halloween night, when Nancy broke up with Steve Harrington, and rumours about them didn’t go silent for a good month she and Jonathan became extremely close. You always spent time with them separately. When Nancy and her boyfriend wanted to be alone, you would watch movies on the couch at Joyce Byers’ house. When Jonathan promised Will to take him for a ride in the car listening to The Clash, Nancy combed your hair as Donna Summer filled her room with her songs. But after Halloween, everything changed. Nancy started sitting between you and Jonathan as you guys were watching ‘The Shining’ with a bowl of popcorn. And Jonathan knew ‘I Feel Love’ by heart, although he hated Donna Summer. Something was wrong. Something was diffrent.

By Christmas, everyone was sure that Jonathan and Nancy started dating. They spent Christmas Eve together and then announced their relationship to you together. And that’s not when your heart started beating faster when you saw him. Not when they were holding hands, not when they kissed every time before the car started from the driveway when they came to your house. Not until Nancy Wheeler took your seat on the couch at Joyce’s house. It wasn’t until then that something unimaginable, something wrong happened, something that should never have happened. You started to have, a little, small, tiny crush on your best friend.

And it wasn’t that you were jealous of Nancy. She was a great girl, smart and deserving of a wise, loving boy, which Jonathan was. But the heart is a treacherous tool. You could leave it with a cat for a month, thinking everything would be all right, and when you get back, you’d find that it threw it out the window. Because it can never be trusted. Admitting your feelings was not an option. You could lose Nancy or Jonathan. Well, Robin and Dustin would still be staying by your side, of course, but losing someone close hurts too much. Too much to be dealt with by an organ that throws the cat out the window. So smiling is okay, pretending everything’s okay is okay. As long as no one guesses and stupid feelings go away.

Not for the first time, right?

“Y/N, honey, what are you still doing here? Jonathan’s here” Mom came to the kitchen. “Ask the youngest” you rolled my eyes and kissed her on the cheek, running out of the house. Nancy pressed the alarm button a couple of times, dropping the window on the passenger side. “I don’t think you’re so excited to see Jason Voorhees for the fourth time since you’re two minutes late” she said, putting her wrist with the watch on it out the window.

“Maybe if my brother weren’t such a troublesome goddamn gremlin, you guys wouldn’t have to wait for so long” you fastened your belt and smiled at Jonathan. “Tell me about it” Nancy rolled her eyes. Her hand was clenching on Jonathan’s hands, their intertwined fingers were on his thigh. He was probably just letting her go to change gear, to grab her hand back, wanting to touch her. You smiled slightly to yourself. “I’m a little offended” you hit the back of Nancy’s chair a little bit. “You questioned my love for Jason, knowing he’s the man of my dreams. I wouldn’t miss this movie now or ever”.

“Man, you have a strange taste in men” Jonathan twisted his head.

Oh boy, if you only knew.

“Who’s gonna pick them for you when I’m out of college?” Nancy said quietly. When you were a year younger than them, you had to reckon they would be gone soon, but the thought still was terrible. You opened the window and put my hand out, feeling the cold wind on your fingers. “Robin’s doing great” you smiled. “She likes Michael Myers”.

“I’m begging you. He’s not even half as terrible as Freddie” Jonathan rolled his eyes. “Yeah, and my father is Stephen King” you snorted. Nancy smiled a little. “And Robin’s driving terribly” Jonathan got ripped off. “Whatever my life depends on it, I’d rather give my car to Carol Perkins, she can at least turn around.

“I gotta get off so you two can both stop making fun of her?” “Oh no. We don’t want Jason to get you here… on a dark road… near the woods…” Nancy wiped out and turned to you with her hands ready to attack. You hit her hands to turn around so she didn’t even think to touch or tickle you. “You can ride with me” Jonathan shrugged his arm. “I like Robin, but your life is in danger when she’s behind the wheel. I’m not going anywhere yet.”

There it was. The stomach’s fickles, the heat on your cheeks and the smile and the awful awareness of how wrong it was. How inappropriate and how unfair it was to Nancy, who sat so close to you, that she could count your moles if she turned around. But before she even thought about him, he was yours. Not exactly, of course. But when Will went missing, he didn’t turn to her for help first. He wasn’t at her door in the middle of the night, rambling about how his mom is getting crazy. He was always a lonely ship drifting in the dark sea, and you were his anchor, which drifted in time to hold him.

Well, once Jason had killed everyone he was supposed to kill, and for most of the movie, Jonathan and Nancy spent most of the time giggling and whispering to each other, after looking at their inseparably intertwined hands, it was time to go home.

It’s not that you wanted to steal your best friend’s boyfriend. You were super happy for Nancy. She deserves a great guy like Jonathan. So it was time for another letter. Fifth, if you believe your stupid heart. “How’s the movie?” Dustin asked when I walked by his room. He was only wearing one sock and reading a comic book. “Didn’t you faint from the excess corn syrup blood?”

“I’m not you” you showed him your tongue. “I didn’t forget about the dishes!” “Oh, you did! The pan is still dirty!” Dustin screamed, but I already locked the door to my room and sat at my desk, hiding my face in my hands. After a few awfully long seconds and listening to the bang of an owl outside the window, I pulled the card out of the drawer looking for a black pen.

Dear Jonathan Byers…

These letters are your biggest secret. You weren’t going to send the letter, it was just for you to understand how you were feeling. But really, you guess it was mainly about how sometimes you imagined what it would’ve been like if you’d realized how you felt about them sooner. To all of them. There are five of them: Chris from summer camp, Stanley from the homecoming, Ralph from the neighborhood who lived across the street for just three months, Steve Harrington from high school, and Jonathan.

You’ve seen Chris once in you life, for two weeks in the riverside forest. Stanley was the only one who asked you to dance, seeing you sitting alone on a bench. Ralph moved into Hawkins a few years ago, but his parents decided to go back to Florida. Steve… well, he became quite a different person when you went to high school. And Jonathan… Jonathan is still an infinite chapter. A chapter in book that’s too beautiful to finish reading it early.

You write a letter when you have a crush so intense that you don’t know what else to do. Rereading your letters reminds you of how powerful your emotions can be, how all-consuming. You hide them between the vinyls on a shelf above the bed, where no one will ever find them. Robin would say you’re being dramatic, but drama can be fun…

“What are you doing?” Dustin asked suddenly, entering the room without knocking. “Nothing” you smiled, covering the unfinished part of the letter with your elbow. “Your room is a mess” brother looked around. “And listen, about that pan-”

“Good night, Dustin. I hope you will be dreaming of something nice” you smiled sweetly, showing him the way out. It wasn’t until he left that you finished pouring your feelings onto the paper that you put the letter into the envelope, addressed it and put it between the vinyl, where there were four similar envelopes. Each one was for another boy, who would always be a part of you.

Yeah, drama can be fun. Just as long nobody else knows about it.

-

“So you’re telling me” Robin stopped halfway down the track. She didn’t care about getting a pass at the PE, anyway, you too. The coach sent you an indulgent look, and your friend just shrugged her shoulders. The other girls ran past you, rubbing your shoulders, but besides that, they didn’t pay much attention to you. “That they were on another date, taking you with them again? Why don’t you just say no to them?”

“I don’t know” Robin groaned and grabbed her side. “What’s going on?” “My body reacts badly to physical effort” she muttered and sat on the treadmill, pulling her legs out. “Some running won’t hurt you” Becky Miller snorted, running alongside us. “Running is humiliating” Robin didn’t even look at her. “Dude, you have to stop this. Every fucking time you come to me and tell me how badly you’re feeling, you’re the one who’s responsible for it. Tell him finally how you feel. Nothing’s gonna happen. There will be no earthquake. The aliens won’t find their way to Earth. And you will finally fall asleep and free yourself from that strange triangle”.

“I don’t want it to be weird between us” you shruged your shoulders.”If I push them off, I’ll start losing them. They’ll find that the two of us are actually better off and… forget how cool it used to be.”

“That’s why relationships sucks” Robin moaned and grabbed your hand. Coach had already started walking towards us, but he was still far away. “But hey… Nancy is your friend. Jonathan is your friend. They care about you. They love you. Maybe not as much as I do, but they do. You don’t have to worry. Everything’s gonna be okay, just… just don’t let it break you. Okay?”

“Okay” you smiled. Robin smiled too and turned her back, frowning her eyebrows. “What’s Harrington doing here? He’s all sweaty and, oh, my God, he looks gross, but shouldn’t he have basketball practice now?”

“Hey, Henderson!” Steve has spoken to you. You lifted your head and swallowed. Steve hasn’t talked to you since you guys were thirteen. Damn thirteen. “On a scale from one to ten, how bad this looks like?” you asked when your hands started shaking. “I’m hovering somewhere in the high thirties” Robin responded quietly, standing up. “Me?” you made sure and Steve nodded his head. His hair was in terrible disarray, but although it was wet and stuck to his forehead, it still looked impressive. He wasn’t angry or upset, which was good, but… but he didn’t look happy either.

“If you need me, I’ll be in the nurse’s office” Robink winked and walked away. “Look, I just wanted to say that I really…” Steve licked his lips and wiped his forehead with the palm of his hand. What the hell was going on here. “Goddamn, this is the first time I’ve been in situation like this… I appreciate it, but it’s never gonna happen”.

“I’m sorry, what?” You asked. Why did Robin have to leave? Why did she have to leave you? “From what I remember that kiss was hot, you know, for being in seventh grade” Steve said slowly, leading the eye somewhere outside of you, just to avoid looking you in the eye. “And I think it’s really cool you think I have golden specks in my eyes. And that my hair is gorgeous. But this is a strange moment for me… I just broke up with Nancy, you know… Becky is… she’s fine, she seems fine. I may not be ready at all…”

You stopped listening to him and looked at his hands. You don’t know what you expected, maybe they will shake as much as yours, but no. He was holding the envelope. A white, slightly old envelope, with his name written with your writing. With your pen. And your hand.

“At first I thought it was just Dustin’s stupid joke, but that dipshit probably doesn’t even know how to write…” Steve kept on talking, but your mind was somewhere else. It went all the way from school to your house, tossing the whole room in it’s memory, wondering hhow did the letters get in sight. How did they even reach the people they were never supposed to reach?

“I don’t want to be an asshole, and I certainly don’t want you… I don’t know, to feel bad about it, but…” Steve’s voice was drilling into your brain, and your stomach started to shrink painfully. Maybe it’d have managed, if it wasn’t for the fact that Jonathan was just going to the pitch, and he also was holding the envelope.

Oh, no.

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[starshinehemmo]

The One in Which Your Child Plays Cupid (Professor!Luke)

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summary: in the end, it’s only thanks to your child that you manage to snatch up your charming professor.

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“What's a ‘derogation rule’?” asked a small voice. Everybody's attention diverted to the front of the class, where your little girl sat at the massive teacher's desk, colouring in her book. The professor smiled, turning to her to direct his answer.

“Well, little girl,” he began, “First of all, what do we do before we speak?”

Your daughter's eyes widened, as she blushed. “Oops,” she said. “We raise our hand.”

“That's correct. Another point for the princess!” His eyes twinkled almost as bright as hers as he added another star to her name in the list. Professor Hemmings had taught her how to write her name, so she could scribble it down in his list in order to have her own spot, and whenever she got something right, he'd add to the stars which already continued on to the next page. “Students,” he then said, turning back to the rest of his class, “You should really keep up. Adelaide here is way ahead of you!” The class chuckled while Adelaide looked smug at the professor's comment.

He faced her again. “And now to answer your question, Addy, a ‘derogation rule’ is a norm in which an annulment or invalidation regarding another law is described. Make any sense?”

Adelaide's face scrunched up as she ran his sentence in her mind over again, trying to break it into words and interpret them. After a while, during which no one interrupted her thought process, she nodded her head. “Yeah, I guess so.” For a four-year-old, your little girl already had a massive vocabulary stored in her brain, thanks to her frequently sitting in during your lectures. Her favourite was, of course, Professor Hemmings' one.

He smiled. “Great. Moving on.” He clapped his hands once, getting right back to where he left off, as Adelaide returned her focus to her colouring book.

And this was how it went most of his classes. The professor—well, he was actually just a teacher’s assistant—lectured, and every now and then, Adelaide would raise her hand—or like today, just blurt her question out loud. You'd been a stay-at-home mom for almost two years of her life, but then decided to come back to study as your daughter had grown old enough to either stay at day care or like today, visit your lectures.

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“Hey, you,” said a voice, pulling you out of your slumber. Instantly, your eyes widened and you shot right up in your seat...and knocked your head into said person's chin. He groaned in pain, mumbling, “Fucking hell.” Professor Hemmings released another string of profanities. “How can a person as small as you hurt so much?”

“I'm—Oh my gosh. I'm so sorry!” you exclaimed, blood rushing into your cheeks. The top of your head throbbed and it took everything in you to keep from rubbing at it. You were embarrassed enough. You couldn't believe you had fallen asleep in the middle of a lecture. 

The professor chuckled. “Don't worry about it,” he said, raising his arm. Probably to rub at his chin, which must hurt much more than your head. 

Still, you couldn't raise your eyes to look at him. “I apologise for falling asleep,” you said quietly and in a rush, as you began to gather up all your papers and books and stuffing them into your bag as quickly as possible. “I know that was very disrespectful of me, and it won't happen again. Again, I am very sorry!” you blurted, standing on wobbly legs. Finally, you somehow managed to meet his gaze, though you were sure your face was as red as a tomato. 

Surprisingly, Hemmings wasn't looking at you in a pissed off kind of way. His eyes more held amusement as his mouth twitched. Clearing his throat, he let his fist fall from his chin. “Are you alright?” he asked, the amusement fading. 

“Uh...” He cocked an eyebrow. “Well, my head hurts obviously. Your chin isn't that soft either, you know.” With that being said, you couldn't help but raise your hand and softly rub at the throbbing area of your head. There will most definitely be a noticeable bump tomorrow. “I—Uh, are you alright?”

“Yeah, that?” he asked, pointing towards his chin and then making a swiping motion with his hand. “That's nothing.” You could tell from the angry redness that it was not nothing. Guilt coloured your already red cheeks even redder, all the way to the tips of your ears. 

“I'm so sorry,” you said again, holding your hand out as if in peace offering. 

Hemmings smiled at you again, his eyes flickering towards your hand before returning back to your eyes. “What's got you sleeping in my lecture anyway?” There was mischief hidden in his voice. So much blood was rushing towards your face that you were beginning to slightly worry about the rest of your body. 

“That's not appropriate, I think, Professor.” 

He shrugged. “Only, if you make it inappropriate. Which would be all by your own doing. Me? I'm simply demanding an explanation as to what was so interesting the night before that it got you this tired at a one p.m. lecture that the only way to surpass said tiredness, was to sleep it off.”

Raising a hand to your cheek in embarrassment, you couldn't help but blush even harder due to how hot it was. “Stop,” you mumbled softly, half a smile, half a cringe resting on your face. “It's not what you think,” you said. “I'm a single mother.” Gripping the handles of your bag tightly, you dared to raise your eyes. 

He wasn't looking at you like you had expected him to. With pity maybe—people tend to look at you like that, thinking you were stuck with a tiny person you didn't want, when in fact you loved her more than life itself. Or with newfound disdain—people tend to look at you like that as well, because of your young age. Professor Hemmings on the other hand was looking at you with ... happiness and there was this glimmer in his eyes. “You have a kid?” he asked, smiling widely. 

“Uh, yeah. She's almost two.”

When Hemmings made a move to put down the seat in front of you, you raised your eyebrows. “What?” he asked, “Why stand when we can sit?”

So you unfolded your seat as well and sat down again. He leaned forward in his seat which forced you to back up a little. He didn't seem to notice. “So if she's almost two, how come you're so tired? Don't toddlers sleep through the night?” There was a genuine interest in his voice, another aspect about this conversation that positively surprised you.

“Well, yeah,” you began. “But sometimes I have to take the night shift when a co-worker cancels last minute, so there's that.”

Hemmings leaned back again. “Hmm,” he hummed. “How about, next time you get called in, you stay home the next day—”

“That's not—”

“Let me finish,” he interrupted your interruption, laughing. “The professors here are all very understanding when it comes to children. Especially single parents. If you ask them, they'll forward you anything they touched on during the lecture you missed.”

“Really? I didn't know that.” You honestly had not. 

“Of course. And you know,” he said, raising from his seat again. “You can bring her to lectures as well. To mine that is. Other's too, but I think they'd like a heads up prior to it. I'd really love to meet your little one.” And with a final smile he went back to the front of the class and began gathering up his own stuff. 

///

“That's it for today,” Professor Hemmings said as knocks erupted around the room. You quickly stuffed everything back into your bag and walked to your daughter in the front.

“Momma, look at this picture I drew for you!” she shouted, scrambling to get off the high chair to show you her artwork.

“Aw, baby, that's so pretty,” you congratulated her, while taking in the scenery (it was a flower field) with the three stick figures in the front, though you had to do a double take as you saw she had drawn her father into the picture as well—something she hadn't ever done before. “You drew daddy?” you asked quietly, failing to keep the enthusiasm in your voice.

“No, silly momma. I drew Lukey!” she exclaimed excitedly, holding the picture even higher up as she grinned at you.

“Oh?” came your surprise, as you turned to look at Luke with slightly widened eyes. His matched yours. There was also a faint tinge of pink on his cheeks, as he—like the Luke you, and maybe only you from all of your classmates, knew—began fumbling with his hands. He always did this when he was nervous. Though, you could see a grin trying to fight its way on his lips.

“You like it, momma?”

Redirecting your stare from Luke to your daughter, you crouched down in front of her, grabbing her waist and squeezing. “I love it so much, baby girl. You did a very nice job,” you told her, tapping her little nose.

She grinned, a smug look settling on her face. “Thank you, momma.”

“You're very welcome, sunshine.” Looking up, you smiled at a still flustered Luke and then back at your daughter. “Come on, let's finish packing you up and then we can go out to have our ice cream with fries.”

“Yay!” she squealed instantly. Adelaide thrusted her drawing into your chest, suggesting you should take it, before she scrambled up on the big chair and began collecting all of her supplies.

Above you, Luke cleared his throat. Patting his messenger bag, he said, “Good night. I'll see you guys next week,” and with a polite smile turned on his feet.

Quickly, you jumped up from your crouch, calling after him. There was a rush of adrenaline flowing through your veins and it was fuelling a very irrational part of your brain. “Now come on. That's no way for family to act, is it?” Your heart thudded so loudly, you feared he could hear it.

Facing you again, Luke stared at you, his lips slightly apart. “Excuse me?”

Taking a breath, you grinned, adjusting the strap of your bag. “According to my daughter, you're part of our little family. So, daddy—” he choked into a cough, causing your grin to turn into a rather mischievous one “—what do you say to ice cream and fries?”

His eyes fell on Adelaide for a second, who looked up at him in her sweet Adelaide-way. It made your heart swell—seeing both of them looking at each other like that. Though you'd never really paid attention to it, today you noticed just how much love Luke's gaze held when he looked at your daughter. And as him, Adelaide looked at him with so much wonder and amazement. It made you secretly wish that Luke really was her father. You knew, he'd have made a good one.

“Addy, sunshine—” There your heart went again, as he used the same nickname for your daughter. “—you okay with me joining your weekly ice cream date?”

She nodded enthusiastically, her eyes lighting up. “Yeah!” she said, and you couldn't help but notice how he said weekly, as in, he'd come with you every week? You were more than fine with that and chose to ignore the other possibility of him referring to the past weekly dates.

“Well,” Luke said, looking at you again. “I guess then it's settled.”

“I guess so,” you answered, grabbing for Adelaide's hand and pulling her off his chair. Together you left the auditorium, Luke walking on the other side of your daughter—her tiny hand clasped in his giant one, swinging.

///

The diner you went to was fairly in the middle of your route home. It had always been there but you hadn't actually walked in until you were pregnant with Adelaide and had major cravings for ice cream and fries. So basically, this tradition began even before she was born, making it that much more special.

Like every week, you walked. Adelaide tended to skip along the streets, drinking in every new thing she discovered with each step she took. You absolutely adored watching your daughter getting to know the world, loved the innocent questions she shot you with her big pure eyes that held an entire universe in them. It reminded you of your own childhood, as your mother loved telling you about what a smart child you had been. And your parents were the greatest tutors in your life, making sure to never leave a question unanswered. So you also paid attention to also give her an answer for whatever question she had, even if sometimes you didn't have the perfect one but rather only a weak "I don't know, baby”. Oftentimes she'd nod, run off and find the answer herself. And every time she shared it with you, amazement engulfed you, because how could such a little girl always manage to find an answer that satisfied her enough? Not even you had the pleasure to always find the right answer.

“Lukey, have you ever broken the law?” Adelaide asked, looking up at your professor, whose hand was still clasped around hers, contrary to yours, which was dangling lonely against your side. Somewhere along the walk she had let go and tugged Luke forward to show him her favourite flowers from a flower shop. With every other person, you would've been offended and maybe just a tiny bit hurt, but surprisingly, not with Luke. It was rather the opposite, as a giant smile had erupted on your face, watching them talk about their favourite animals and why they didn't like going to the zoo. (It was because they didn't like seeing them so sad and caged in.)

“Hm,” Luke said. “Let me think for a second.” After he'd decided on the most appropriate answer for a four-year-old, he said, “I've driven past the speed limit a couple of times before.” Adelaide gasped. “But nothing serious. I've never put anyone in danger by it,” he assured, watching her carefully, to see if she was satisfied with his answer.

“But Lukey, you're a teacher of the law!” Adelaide spoke, her eyes widened and clear horror written on her face. She stopped mid-stride, pushing their intertwined hands against his hips. “You should do better, Lukey.”

Both you and Luke snorted as you couldn't keep your laughter in. Glancing at each other, you saw the amusement in this situation. Your toddler kid was seriously scolding an almost uni-professor. Only your child would have the courage to do such a thing.

Adelaide's eyebrows scrunched up in annoyance at your laughing. “This isn't funny, mommy and Lukey. This is serious.” But upon seeing her adorable little face, you couldn't help but laugh even more, much to her anger. “Mommy! Don't laugh at me! Laws are here for a reason. You should all be ashamed of yourself,” she finished her speech, then freed her hand out of Luke's grasp, turned around and crossed her arms over her chest. Quickly, you silenced your laughter, even though you still found this moment to be quite funny, but didn't want your daughter to feel anymore ridiculed.

Looking at Luke, you saw that he held the same regretful expression. Shrugging, he exclaimed, “Yeah, don't laugh at Addy, mommy!” in a mock voice. You swallowed back a sound of surprise, as your heart forgot a beat in its rhythm.

But Adelaide only said, “You laughed, too, Lukey.”

Clearing his throat, he crouched down behind Adelaide—awkwardly, long limbs bent uncomfortably—and said, “We're sorry we laughed, Addy, sunshine.” But she simply took another step away from him. And you could've sworn, you saw Luke's shoulders drop a tiny bit as he witnessed her rejection to his apology—like he was seriously hurt by the distance she put between them. Tentatively, he reached his hand forward and sweetly swiped his forefinger across the back of her neck and then tickled her back, which, of course, caused her to giggle and pull away. “Don't be mad, little girl. We are very sorry and you're right. We should pay more attention to the laws since they were put in place for a reason. I promise I won't speed anymore. And your mommy. . .Well, I actually don't know what laws she likes to break, so mommy—” he looked up at you, the same clouded look in his eyes that he had before, when he had called you mommy “—what laws do you like breaking, huh?”

Glaring and blushing at him at the same time, you said, “Sometimes I walk even when it's still red. But like Luke promised, I will also try to never walk when it's red, because that is against the law,” before crouching down beside Luke to wait for your daughter's reaction.

With that being said, Adelaide spun back around, the biggest grin plastered on her face as she threw herself into you two and latched her arms around your necks. Both of you laughed, hugging her back and in result, each other. You must've looked funny to bystanders, crouched there in a heap—a triangular hug. Though as the seconds ticked by, all your mind seemed to focus on, was how much of a family you must've looked like as well.

Luke's arm was wound tightly around your waist, and the second he removed it, your skin tingled from the loss of contact.

“Now,” he said. “I think two very pretty girls promised me ice cream with fries, no?” He reached for your daughter’s hand again, smiling in content.

///

“Addy, sunshine, look at your face,” you exclaimed, giggling. “It’s full of ice cream.” Grabbing a napkin, you reached across the table to wipe it off, but were beat to it by Luke.

“I got it,” he said, taking the napkin from you and gently wiping Adelaide’s mouth. When he finished, Addy turned her head and grinned at him. This sight truly warmed your heart. Unsurprisingly, your daughter had chosen to sit next to Luke, leaving you all by yourself on the other side. It gave you a perfect view to watch them interact, though, and seeing them together made you forget all about the fact that Adelaide had chosen somebody else over you. The fact made you even strangely happy.

It reminded you of a father-daughter relationship.

///

Adelaide yawned. “I’m tired, momma.”

“We’re going home now. In just a few minutes you can go to sleep, all right?” you said, pulling her to her feet.

“But I don’t think I can make it home, momma.” She pouted. And for good measurement, she swayed a little, her eyes widening in innocence.

Biting your lip, you knew exactly what she was trying to achieve here. “Addy, you’re such a big girl now. Momma doesn’t have the strength to carry you.”

She grinned, the tired face she’d perfected slipping for a tiny moment, as she said “But Lukey can!”, before she went back to swaying.

“Oh no, baby, he can’t,” you told her, blushing. “That’s not—”

“Sure, I can,” Luke’s voice interrupted you.

You shot Adelaide an scolding look, before regarding Luke with an apologetic one. “You really don’t have to. She’s just being lazy, and if she really can’t carry on, I’ll carry her. Really, it’s no problem. Least of all yours.”

Luke solemnly shook his head, grinning. “I got this. Relax, momma bear.”

Dang, what the hell was up with this man today? If he kept calling you any more of these things, your heart might just jump straight out of your chest.

///

“It was a really nice day today. With you,” said Luke from behind you, as you fumbled with your keys to fit in the lock of your apartment.

Grinning to yourself, you threw him a smile across your shoulder. “I enjoyed your company as well, Professor.” Finally, the key disappeared into the lock and with a satisfying click, you nudged the door open.

Turning around, you could see Luke rolling his eyes at you. “I really don’t want to think of myself as your teacher.”

For a second, fear froze your body. But then you saw the blush in his cheeks and how his teeth were buried in his bottom lip. “And why’s that?” Slowly, your tongue ran across your own lip. “Professor?”

With your sleeping daughter in his arms, he took a tentative step closer to you. “Well,” he said, gaze wandering to his feet. “I don’t know about you, but I rather think a teacher-student-relationship is unethical. Don’t you agree?” His eyes met yours.

Slowly, you reached out to brush through Adelaide’s soft hair. “Who said anything about a relationship?” you tease, keeping your voice serious.

“I—I thought—” Luke began to stutter, his cheeks flaming red, but you wanted to toy with him just a little longer, just because he looked so darn adorable. “Okay, this is kind of awkward. . .” he said, as he tried to look anywhere, but at you. “I’m so sorry—”

His agony caused you agony as well and suddenly you couldn’t bear to see him this uncomfortable anymore. In a swift move, you placed your hands on either side of his face to pull him down to you and pressed your lips to his.

Luke stumbled into you, but quickly regained his balance so he wouldn’t smash Adelaide between your bodies. “Wha—” came his surprised voice, but you only kissed him harder. Luke relaxed, kissing you like he had all the time in the world and like he was in a rush all at once. His feet came closer to yours, pushing you back into your apartment.

Once you were all inside, he leaned back, whispering, “I really wish I had my hands free for this,” against your cheek, laughing quietly.

Pulling back, you took Adelaide from his arms and solemnly stood there, staring at him sheepishly. “Did this just seriously happen?” you asked, blushing.

Luke shook out his arms and then placed his hands in his pockets. He shrugged his shoulders. “I mean, I hope it did.” He shook his head. “I don’t want to sound like a creeper or anything,” he said, “but I’ve been dreaming of this. With you.” He blushed.

“You only sound like a creep a little tiny bit,” you assured him, laughing. “Let me just put her down, and then we can have a cup of coffee?”

“I don’t drink coffee, but sure,” Luke called after you, as you were already walking towards Adelaide’s room.

Turning around, you said, “Tea then. Just stay for a second, please?”

He grinned again, giving you a thumbs up. “Don’t worry,” he said, “I’ll stay.”

And that was more than enough.

+++

a/n i wrote this ages ago. seriously, i remember first writing this when i started uni, so 4 years ago almost? i hope it somehow brightened your quarantine :)

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[marvel-nerd-87]

Saved By The Bell(3/?)

Pairings: Bucky x Reader, Steve x Peggy, Natasha x Clint, Tony x Dr. Strange

Summary: (Y/N)’s mother decides to enroll her in a boarding school after being homeschooled her entire life. After being thrown in the deep end she decides maybe high school isn’t so bad.

Warnings: Language, high school and everything that come with, ex:bullying, harassment, etc.

Taglist/Requests:Open Masterlist

You walked into your class and were immediately swamped with eyes staring at you. You didn’t have any of your friends with you and suddenly you forgot how to function as a human being. You were buried under so much stress you didn’t feel some put a hand on both of your shoulders. You looked up to see Clint and Steve behind you. “Oh hey guys!”

“Hey (Y/N) we have an open seat next to us do you want to sit there?”

“Oh yeah sure!”

You followed them to the front of the room and put your bag down at your feet. You pulled your phone out and texted Loki.

‘I’m in class with Clint, what do I say if he ask us about the bet with Stark?’

‘Bullshit something. Or make sure it doesn’t come up. You’re one of us, you’ll figure it out. I promise.’

You locked your screen and listened in on Clint and Steve’s conversation.

“I get your captain of the football team and all but I’m telling you The Guardians are gonna win this game.”

“What makes you say that?”

“Call it wishful thinking but I’m about to be about 300 dollars and a cheese stick richer my friend.”

“Man. White people and there cheese.” You jumped at the voice behind you and turned around to see Sam. He moved to the desk in front of you and turned to face you and the other two.

“Are you excited for the game?” You leaned over to make yourself seem interested in what he had to say but in reality you were just trying to get as much information about the game tonight as you could. They angle you were sitting at gave him the perfect view of your cleavage. You had him hook line and sinker.

“Fuck yeah I am, sweet cheeks, we’re gonna crush it.”

“What’s so important about this game anyway? I’ve never been to high school so I don’t get it.” You were playing the innocent facade well. Maybe Loki was right.

“Well, the Guardians are our biggest competition so we have a lot riding on this.” He leaned in to whisper in your ear, “Clint said he’d give me 150 to throw the game.”

“Are you gonna take it?” You let your mouth linger for a second after you finished your sentence.

“Not if you and Wanda are there tonight, I got show off for the ladies.”

“I’m sure we will be.”

The bell rang and you grabbed your stuff before booking it to your room. You threw open the door and saw Wanda in a black crop top, red leather jacket and shorts that showed the perfect amount of ass.

“I laid out clothes on your bed. I went through your closet and nothing was skimpy so you can borrow mine.”

You quickly threw on the high waisted miniskirt and what was basically a bikini top. You added your fishnets and jean jacket and left with Wanda to meet the others in Loki’s room. Wanda knocked on the door and Thor answered. “Hello Wanda, (Y/N), Loki and Barnes are waiting for you inside and I need to get to class so if you’ll excuse me.”

“Thank you Thor!”

Bucky wolf whistled at the way you two were dressed, “Damn Doll, you dirty up nice.”

“You two can flirt later, we have a job to do.”

You and Wanda were lazily hanging out behind the bleachers while Loki and Bucky hid out behind the field house. You were telling her about Sam when you noticed the other team’s bus pull in. A bunch of guys in blue jerseys walked off and Wanda spotted the one with ‘Quill’ written on the back. “Follow my lead.” She pulled a lollipop out of her purse and stuck it in her mouth. The way she was using her tongue on the damn thing was almost enough to get you to question your sexuality.

“Damn girl, what else does that tongue do?”

“Why don’t you come over here and find out?” Quill and the rest of the team walked over.

“Shouldn’t you babes be in class?” You could tell by the look in his eyes he was imaging the things he could do to you and Wanda. You laid a hand on his chest, “Why would we go to class when we can stand here and admire the view.” You winked at him and bit your bottom lip. What you didn’t know was the way you were dressed coupled with the way you bit your lip was making Bucky picture pinning you down and fucking you into the mattress until you screamed his name.

“Earth to Bucky.” Loki was waving his hand in front of Bucky’s face waiting for a response.

“I’m sorry what?”

“I said we’ve deflated the balls so we need to get the (Y/N) So she can tamper with the scoreboard.”

“Right.” Bucky sent you a text and told you to start phase two while Wanda had them distracted. You managed to slide out of the conversation and made your way to the scoreboard. Bucky boosted you up and you started messing with the wires until you were sure it wouldn’t read correctly. You were about to climb down when your foot slipped and you fell landing on top of Bucky. “Doll, you gotta stop fall for me.” He chuckled and helped you to your feet.

“Fuck You Barnes.” You stared at your feet knowing he noticed the blush painting your cheeks, “let’s get Wanda and get ready for the game.”

You Wanda Bucky and Loki made the long walk to the football stadium to watch the game. Sam spotted you and Wanda and approached.

“I see you two dressed for the occasion.” You didn’t realize it but you and Wanda had never changed and suddenly you felt very exposed.

“Of course, gotta make sure the game is played like it’s supposed to be.” You winked at him. You couldn’t wait until after the game was over and you could stop flirting with Sam.

“And damn Maximoff you killin’ it too.” Wanda rolled her eyes and sighed. Bucky elbowed her reminding her that we had a job to do.

“You’re not looking so bad yourself birdbrain.”

“Why don’t you two drop these losers and spend your night with a real man.” Sam was too close in your bubble for your liking.

“Sam is it? It looks like Rogers is trying to get your attention you should probably go see what he wants.”

“We can finish this conversation after the game.”

“Thanks Loki.”

“No problem, darling, you two are going to leave the game early so he can’t follow you.”

You and Wanda nod and the four of you sit down in the bleachers the game is going good until one of the Guardians kicks the ball at a weird angle and it hits you in the nose.

“Shit.” You cover your nose and blood begins to stream all over your hand and shirt. Wanda digs in her purse and hands you a tissue.

“I’m gonna walk her back to her room I’ll be back soon.” The walk to your room with Bucky was a long one he was helping you support yourself. You had never been faint around blood but this time you were starting to feel a bit queasy. Bucky helped you to your bed and got a wet rag from the bathroom wiping the blood off your chest.

“I’m gonna go back to the game. Get some sleep, Doll.”

“Goodnight Buck.”

You heard someone knocking on your door you figure it was just Wanda. You drowsily walked to the door and opened it. To see Quill standing in the door way. Your stomach dropped.

“Hey Quill, how can I help you?”

“All I was able to think about during the game was you and your roommate. I have to admit, it through me off my game a little. Probably why we’re losing.”

“I’m sorry to hear about that. I was actually going to bed. So bye.” You went to close the door but Quill shoved his foot to stop it, “god babe. The things I could do to you. We’re all alone. It’s halftime so I got Maybe 15 minuets it’ll be quick.” He pushed into the room you backed away but he kept getting closer.

“No thanks. I would very much enjoy it if you left.” You we’re physically pushing him towards the door but he was too strong.

“How about I just wait here for your roommate and we have some fu-“

“Hey asshole. I suggest you leave her alone if you know what’s good for you.” Bucky has Quill pinned to the wall by his collar.

“Hey man. You didn’t see the way she was acting earlier today.”

“Well That was earlier today. This is now and she said no.”

“Whatever. She’s a bitch anyways.”

“I suggest you go back to field before you get a career ending injury.”

Bucky put Peter down and he sulked back to the game.

“Thank you so much Bucky.”

“Don’t mention it Doll, are okay?”

“I’m a little shaken up but that’s fine. Why’d you come back?”

“Oh you forgot your purse and I figured you’d probably need it. I’m glad I came back in time to stop that asshole.”

“Where are Wanda and Loki?”

“Oh, Wanda wanted nachos so they went to get some but they’ll be back soon. I’m gonna wait until they get back. I don’t want to leave you alone.”

“You’re so sweet”

“No, I’m the bad boy you date to piss off your parents.”

“Oh yeah I’m sure my mom hates boys who fight fuckboys and clean my bloody nose up.”

“I’m sure she’d be proud of her daughter who just rigged the football game.”

“Well what she doesn’t know won’t hurt her.” Bucky smiled and sat down on the bed. He patted the bed beside him and you laid your head in his lap. He was lazily braiding pieces of your hair.

“Hey Buck.”

“Hey (Y/N).”

“How did you end up in this school?”

“Oh Uh.. my dad was a heavy drinker. One night it got so bad he pulled the rifle of the wall shoved it in his mouth and squeezed the trigger. Mama wasn’t right after that. They put her in the hospital. I still visit her on the holidays. It was either here or the system so I figure this was the best option.”

“I’m sorry Buck.”

“Ah don’t worry about it. I’m okay I promise. That’s why I don’t like drinking, I’m afraid I’ll end up like him. But that’s enough about my parents. What about yours?”

“Well my dad was never around he left when my mom told him she was pregnant. My mom worked odd jobs to make ends meet but now she works for Tony’s dad and wouldn’t have time to do that and school me so she put me here.”

“I’m glad she put you here.” You and Bucky we’re both laying on your sides facing each other.

“Me too...” your face were so close and you could see his gaze shifting between your lips and your eyes. You both leaned in and Wanda kicked open the door with a large pizza, “WE WON!!” Suddenly you and Bucky were pulled back to reality. “Are you okay? We overheard Quill talking to some of his teammates after the game.”

“Oh yeah I’m fine thanks to Bucky.” You took a slice from the box and told them what happened between you and Quill before Bucky showed up.

“I’m glad he got to you in time. How’s your nose?”

“Just a little sore. Did Sam try anything?”

“He tried to follow me but Loki stopped him. So all fuckboys tonight have been avoided.”

You were all sitting and talking when there was a knock on the door. “Who is it this time?” You pushed off the floor and opened the door.

“Hey Stark how can we help you?”

“Seeing as we won the game I just wanted to say thanks for helping me out.”

“It’s no problem man.” Bucky said standing behind you.

“Here.” He held at 150 dollars, “I figure it’s the least I could do.”

“What about the chemistry homework?”

“Call this ‘assuring my future’ Whenever I need ne’er-do-wells to do my bidding you’re just the fuckers I’m gonna call. Welcome to the new Stark enterprise.”

“Rightttt... good night Tony.” Wanda closed the door, “Do you guys just wanna crash here?”

“Uh sure.” Bucky and Loki laid on the floor between your beds. Everyone said their goodnights and passed out.

Taglist: @the7intheimpala @mooniightbucky @wolfarrowepz @iris-suoh

#bucky x reader #peggy x steve #tony x stephen #clint x natasha #marvel fanfiction #avengers fanfic #avengers #marvel #avengers high school #high school au #fanfiction

[agoddamnsupernova]

I meant to post this yesterday but didn’t have the time. The newest chapter is up and you better have tissues!

Freckle Beca

Emily had been happily texting with Beca as often as possible in the last few weeks, which would turn out to be more difficult soon. Beca was due to be tested to go back into the field soon, and while Emily was happy Beca would be back doing what she loves, she just wishes she could keep her safe.

Emily shakes her head, pulling her phone out to check the time, finding a notification from the woman who had been occupying her thoughts constantly. Hey, I have a favor to ask.

Emily’s brow furrows as she stops mid step to reply.  Yeah, what is it? Is everything okay?

She watches the chat bubble pop up with those three annoying dots. Fuck apple for adding an anxiety trigger into their texting system. She’s about to start typing again when Beca’s reply shows up.

Everything is fine here, promise. This is more of a personal matter. The typing bubble shows again and Emily has to restrain herself until Beca hits send. Today is my mom’s birthday and I was wondering if I could wire you some cash to take some flowers to her grave...

Emily bites her lip, her thumbs shaking a bit as she tries to figure out how to respond without sounding like a jackass. Before she can, Beca sends another reply. You can absolutely say no, I just can’t ask my dad and I don’t know who else to ask.

Em smiles ever so slightly as she starts typing finally. I can do that, Beca. My first instinct is to start apologizing because I know today must be hard for you, but I also know you hate when I say sorry too much. You don’t have to send me any money, I’ll gladly buy your mom flowers, Bec.

Before Emily realizes it, she’s started walking again, but away from her building and instead toward the bus stop down the way. It wouldn’t kill her to miss Professor Mitchell’s class and really she hated looking at him knowing what she knew.

Oh, Em, you don’t have to do that, I really don’t mind paypaling you some money... Beca had replied before she decided to call.

Emily answers without a thought, a slight smile on her lips despite the situation. “Hey,” she says softly, glancing up at the bus schedule before plopping onto the bench. “I’ve got about twenty minutes before the next bus shows up.”

“Wait, aren’t you supposed to be in a lecture right now?” Beca asks and Emily can hear footsteps echoing in the background.

“Aren’t you supposed to be resting before your testing this week?” She counters, leaning back on the bench, watching the clouds.

“Touche, cutie,” Beca chuckles and the footsteps stop. “I’m taking Lincoln for a walk, I can’t be inside anymore, it’s fucking killing me.”

Emily smiles softly, shaking her head at Beca’s casual cursing. “Give him my love,” she hums, tracing a rabbit shaped cloud hanging close to the sun. “Also, there’s no way you’ll be convincing me to hand over my paypal info, you’re just gonna have to deal with me buying flowers for you.”

Beca is quiet for a moment and Emily can hear the familiar jingling of Lincoln’s tags. Petting Lincoln was Beca’s tell that she was anxious. “I just feel bad asking you to do this, you didn’t even know her.”

“Perhaps not, but I know you and I know the stories you tell about her and I know how much she loved you and how much you loved her,” Emily starts, leaning forward, elbows on her knees. “You can always ask me for help, Bec.”

Beca’s breath hitches slightly and it makes Emily’s heart throb. “I just miss her so much, Em,” Beca says softly and Emily can hear the tears in her voice.

“It’s okay, I’ve got you,” Emily murmurs, holding the phone a little tighter. “It’s okay to miss her and it’s okay to feel this way. You’re not alone, no matter what you may think. You’ve got Aubrey and Lincoln and all of your friends there.”

“And you,” Beca whispers, the sound making Emily’s heart squeeze painfully. If she wasn’t a goner for this girl already, she certainly was now.

“And me,” Emily echoes in her softest voice and when Beca sniffles she can’t help but start singing a song that always calmed her down. “Get on your knees and I thought you can leave it all in your mind, all in your mind. Crawl in the backseat, old friend it is really all in your mind, all in your mind.”

Beca takes a slow breath before she’s singing along too, making Emily smile softly. “So tired of living like a kite, kite, kite, kite...”

Emily jumps when the bus pulls up, her heart stuttering into her throat. “Shit, I’m sorry the bus is here, I’ll text you the whole way to the market though,” she says softly, readjusting her bag as she stands up.

“Okay, Em, be safe,” Beca says equally as soft and it makes Emily melt all over again.

“Says the soldier in a war zone,” Emily chuckles as she steps onto the bus. “Bye, Bec.”

Emily spends the bus ride sending Beca cute gifs and smiling when Beca seems awkward about some of them. She’s sure Beca is hurting far more than she lets on and she really just wants to make sure the soldier is okay.

When her stop comes up, she thanks the driver on the way out, clicking the call button as soon as her feet hit the cement. “Rode the bus and didn’t die, as promised.”

“You’re such a smart ass,” Beca snorts and it makes Emily grin. “But I like it, so what does that say about me?”

“That you have good taste,” Em giggles as she walks through the open market. She knows there’s a nice flower shop around somewhere.

“Can’t deny that,” The soldier replies and Emily can hear her shaking her head. “I mean, you’re sweet and kind and like...super hot.”

Emily can feel her cheeks warm at the words, but does her best to keep her voice even. “I could say the same about you.”

“Yeah, but then you would be lying,” Beca chuckles softly. There’s a sharp bang in the background and then Beca is cussing up a storm. “Damn it, Lincoln, why are you like this?”

“What did he do?” Emily ask, a smile on her lips. “Is he loving you too much again?”

“Yeah, he knocked a book off my table trying to climb into bed with me,” Beca huffs and Emily can hear Lincoln’s tail thumping. “You big asshole.”

“Aw, don’t be mean to my furry lug,” Emily says between giggles, pausing at a small vendor with their jewelry laid out on a nice rug. She brushes her fingers across some silver pieces, her eyes settling on a bracelet with sapphires inlaid around the band.

“He can take it!” Beca defends and Emily can hear the distinct sound of Beca ruffling Lincoln’s fur. “Huh, buddy? You can take, mama’s sass, can’t you?”

Emily is giggling again by the time Beca is finished with her cooing and it gets Beca to laugh along with her. “You’re a big dork, you know that?”

“I am indeed, now you know where Lincoln gets it,” Beca says between chortles.

Emily grins, handing over the money for the bracelet without a second thought, those stones reminding her of Beca’s eyes. “You’re cute,” she hums, slipping the band onto her wrist. She can almost picture the way Beca’s eyes light up when she smiles when she sees the sapphires shining in the sun.

“Excuse me, cute is your area of expertise,” The older girl says, Lincoln grumbling in the background. “Yeah, yeah, I know it’s time for dinner. I gotta go feed this mutt, I’ll text you in a bit.”

“Okay, cutie,” Emily chuckles, hanging up the phone when she hears Lincoln knock something else over.

Em tucks her phone away as she walks down the strip, finally finding the flower shop toward the end of the block. “Over the Rainbow,” she hums out the name on the sign and smiles as she walks in.

What’s your mom’s favorite flower? She types out, hitting send as she walks through the displays of fresh and cut flowers.

She’s got her nose buried in a rose when Beca replies Anything yellow, she liked to have bright colors around her. Used to say “even when the sun is low, these will always bring the light in” kind of inspiring, yeah?

Emily smiles softly finding herself touched by the woman’s wise words. It is indeed, I’ll see what I can find.

She ends up going a little overboard, getting a bouquet with pretty much every yellow flower they had in stock and then adds a miniature yellow rose bush onto the tab too. The clerk manning the register just gives her this look and it makes her blush despite herself.

She almost says something, but doesn’t, instead taking her purchases out the door with a polite smile. She’s about halfway up the block before her phone starts vibrating. “Fuck,” she murmurs, tucking the pot under her arm so she can grab it out of her pocket. “Hello.”

“Hiya, hot stuff,” Beca hums through the line, making Emily’s cheeks burn. “Did you manage to find something good?”

Emily chuckles at that, adjusting the flowers as she walks. “I did, though I feel like I might have gone overboard.”

“What’s that even mean?” Beca asks, though Emily is sure she’s afraid to hear the answer. “Wait, how much did you spend?”

The younger girl lets out an awkward chuckle, shrugging to herself. “I got a big bouquet but I also got a live plant, I’m not telling you the total though.”

“You’re a butt,” Beca huffs and the sound makes Emily grin. “Thank you, you didn’t have to do this.”

“I know, but this is important,” Emily replies softly, settling down on the bus bench, glad to put things down for a moment. “However, I need to know where I’m going.”

“Shit, yeah,” The soldier chuckles and then there’s the faint sound of Beca’s fingers tapping against the screen followed by Emily’s phone buzzing loudly against her ear. "There, I sent you the address and stuff.”

“Thank you muchly,” Em hums, pulling her phone away to glance at the message. “I think there’s a bus station a few blocks from there, I can probably be there in like an hour or so.”

“There’s no rush,” Beca states, her tone gentle. “I really don’t know how to thank you for doing this.”

"I do believe knee pads were promised at one point, we could just extend that,” Emily giggles, her heart clenching when Beca laughs. She could listen to that sound for hours.

“Deal,”

Emily feels a little odd standing in the quiet cemetery at eleven in the morning. She had stopped and grabbed some snacks at the corner store down the way, packing them in her back easily. She wanted to stay as long as possible. For Beca.

It takes her some time to find the headstone tucked away under a large oak tree. She stands in front of the smooth black granite, biting her lip. Melinda Pilgrim. Loving mother and friend. April 27, 1975 - August 16, 2013.

She settles down in front of it, setting the cut flowers down on top of the stone before she’s making a spot for the small rose bush. Once everything looks nice and she’s semi-comfortable, she plugs her phone into her external battery and calls Beca, holding the camera away so her face is in frame.

“Hey,” Beca smiles, leaning against the raised head of her bed. Her eyes are red-rimmed and she’s got dark circles under them. It makes Emily’s chest hurt to see how much the soldier is hurting.

“Hey,” Em hums, offering her own smile. “Are you ready?” She asks softly, chewing the inside of her cheek.

“As I’ll ever be,” Beca replies and Emily can hear the slight tremble in her voice. Emily nods and flips the camera, her heart clenching at the face Beca makes. “Hey, mama,” she breathes out and Emily wishes she could hold her hand.

“This is Emily, she’s taken really good care of me the last few weeks,” Beca says, choking on her words a bit. “She even got these flower for you, how nice is that? She’s so sweet.”

Emily blushes slightly and Beca glances up, making it seem like she's looking at Emily. She’s not but it still makes Emily’s heart stutter a bit. There’s just something about those eyes and those fucking freckles that sent the younger girl into a gay spiral.

“I’m sorry I haven’t been able to visit you yet, but I’ve got a lot of leave saved up and I’m finally cashing in. I’m going to be home for a month and I’ll be sure to come and see you.” Beca’s smiling sadly, her lip between her teeth.

They’re quiet for a moment, Emily’s eyes glue to Beca’s face. Her features keep changing, her brows furrow, her lips purse and then finally tears start to slip down her cheeks and Emily wishes she could reach through the screen and wipe them away. “I miss you...”

She’s not really sure what possesses her to do it, but she scoots forward until she can press her hand to the word mother and words just start coming out. “Melinda, I know I didn’t get the chance to know you, but I have to thank you. Thank you for bringing this wonderful woman into the world so that we could meet.”

“She says I’ve been taking her for the last few weeks, but I think she’s been taking care of me. I can’t really remember a time I was this happy to talk to someone. She’s really brought a new kind of light into my life.” Emily says, her voice trembling as her own tears slide down her face.

“You raised a great kid and a fierce soldier and I promise that I’ll do everything I can to keep her safe,” Em swallow hard, biting her lip. “I really think you’d be proud of the person she is.”

“Em...” Beca murmurs, sniffling softly. “You’re such a cheeseball.”

“Shush, I’m just honest,” Emily half chuckles, wiping her cheeks. “I just felt like I had to say something.”

“Can you turn the camera back again?” Beca asks and Emily takes a moment to try and wipe away any eyeliner that may have smeared before she turned the camera back to her, offering a watery smile. “How are you so beautiful? Like you’ve been crying and you’re still gorgeous.”

Emily shakes her head a bit, rolling her eyes. “You’re the beautiful one. I mean, look at those eyes and those freckles...have I ever told you that I’m a sucker for freckles?”

“You have not, but that’s good to hear,” Beca chuckles softly, her fingers coming up to brush along her cheekbones. “I never had them as a kid, but then one summer they just kind of showed up and I’ve been stuck with them since.”

“I’m grateful for that summer then,” Emily smiles, sniffing softly. “Cause like, listen, they’re great.”

“Shush,” Beca huffs, but she’s grinning and it makes Emily happy to see light back in those eyes. “They’re just freckles.”

“Nah man, they’re your freckles,” Emily grins, leaning back against the tree. “But anyway, how are you feeling?”

“Honestly? Better than I thought I would,” Beca sighs softly, running a hand through her hair. “I just wish I could have saved her, you know?”

“What happened, if you don’t mind me asking,” Emily hums, chewing on the inside of her cheek. “You don’t have to tell me though.”

Beca takes a slow breath, fiddling with her dog tags. “She had a lot of trouble with her ptsd and depression and since I was overseas, I couldn’t do much but make sure she was going to the doctors.”

“I’m not actually sure what happened, Sheila just said that a neighbor found her. I got emergency leave to deal with lawyers but my father didn’t even have the decency to tell me before the funeral.” Beca chuckles darkly, her her lips curling into a grimace. “I’m pretty sure the reason he doesn’t talk to me now is because my mom left me everything, even her house.”

“Wow, I’m so sorry,” Emily frowns, shaking her head a bit. “That’s so fucked up.”

“Holy shit, did you just curse?” Beca snorts, the sound seeming to snap her out of the spiral of thoughts she had been going down. “It’s like hearing a toddler cuss.”

"Shut the fuck up!” Emily whines, slapping her hand against her thigh. “I curse all the time!”

“Sure, kid.”

Emily’s been sitting under the tree for hours, enjoying Beca’s company when she realizes her external battery is dead and her phone is at thirty percent. “Shit, my phone is gonna die,” she huffs, shaking her head a bit.

“Hang up so you can have your phone on the way home,” Beca replies, frowning a bit. Her fingers are carding through Lincoln’s fur, who had wedged his way into frame an hour before.

Emily opens her mouth to agree when she realizes the sun in setting and she just smiles. “Hang on, we should watch the sunset,” she hums, switching to the back camera so Beca can see the bleeding sky.

“I forgot what Georgia sunsets looked like,” Beca breathes out, her eyes wide. “They’re like watching a red marker bleed through paper.”

Emily smiles softly, she knows she should be watching the sky but she can’t keep her eyes off of Beca. The way those eyes light up watching the colors makes Emily’s heart stutter and for a moment she wonders if she’ll ever stop being amazed by this woman.

“Beautiful,” Beca breathes out and Emily just nods along, a smile on her lips.

“You really are.”

#nova writes #this is very gay #and very angsty #and just #yes #ugh #apparently people have cried #that makes me happy #lmfao #I'm a bitch #have fuuuuuuun #beca mitchell #emily junk #bemily #letters across the sea brought you to me

[beachbabywrites]

Last Christmas // A Cheryl Blossom imagine

REQUEST: W-3-O/G RIVERDALE

SUMMARY: After a fight with Cheryl, Reader wishes she never met Cheryl.

Cheryl followed you out of the house, her hand reaching for yours. You could still hear the holiday music, the faint sound of laughter and shouting from the house. Above you, the Geminid meteor shower was on full display, some people were in the backyard watching. "Leave me alone." You cried out, breaking into a light run. "It's not what it looks like, he came on to me! Let me explain!" Cheryl shouted, quickly catching up with you. "No, no. I'm done!" You had caught her making out with Reggie in her room during the party. You stumbled up the stairs looking for her since she had abandoned you thirty minutes earlier. "I wish I had never opened that door, I wish I didn't come to this party, but most of all I wish I never met you." You snapped, pulling your arm out of her hands, her red nails scratched your wrist. Cheryl visibly flinched. Her black eyes widened. "Don't say that." She whispered. Someone yelled Cheryl's name, the two of you turned. Jason was waving her back inside from the porch. "Go back to the party. I'm going home." "(Y/N)!" She called after you. You ignored her, climbing into your car. She watched you pull away, Jason called for her again. She slowly made her way up to the porch, completely shell shocked. "What's going on?" He asked, taking in his sister's distressed face. "Nothing, JJ." "You sure? She looked pretty pissed and you look devastated." Cheryl ran a hand through her hair, took a deep breath. "It's nothing, just a little spat. Come, we've got a party to host." When you woke up the next morning, you slowly got ready for school, dreading even leaving the house, much less facing your ex in the hallways. 'Just three more days til winter break.' You reminded yourself. 'You'll be okay.' Betty and Archie greeted you as soon as you entered the school, Betty asking if you were ready for the test in biology. You were standing by your lockers, taking out the notebooks you needed, when you heard Cheryl's voice. You turned around, she was talking to her group of girls, walking towards you. "I'll be right back." She said. Cheryl left her group at their lockers, started walking in your direction. "Oh god." You whispered, stepping closer to your locker, pulling Archie in front of you. "What are-" "Shh. I don't want her to see me." You expected Cheryl to stop and ask why you were hiding behind the redhead, but instead she walked right past you, her eyes never once even landing on you. She instead walked up to Moose and began asking him if he knew when the field would be free for the cheerleaders to use. "Okay, can you explain what's going on?" Betty asked, eyeing you. "I've never seen you so scared in the entire time I've known you." "Cheryl and I fought last night, she cheated on me." "Chea- What?" Archie asked, his voice full of disbelief. "I know! I never expected it from her." You admitted, watching her, talking animatedly. "I can't believe she just walked past me like that." "How did Cheryl cheat on you, (Y/N)?" Betty asked, voice cautious. "I caught her making out with Reggie at the party last night." Archie opened his mouth, but before he could speak, the bell rang. The three of you separated, Betty sending you a confused look over her shoulder as you walked towards your history class. *********************************************************************************** Jughead joined Betty and Archie at lunch before you got to the cafeteria. They filled him in on what you told them this morning. When you sat down, your attention was on Cheryl laughing loudly across the room. "So, (Y/N), we're going to Pop's after school today. You in?" Betty asked. You nodded, deciding you weren't going to worry about Cheryl ignoring you. You were mad at her anyway. You broke up with her because she couldn't be loyal and apparently she never loved you anyway. You wanted to cry watching her run her hand up and down Reggie's arm. She was just flaunting it at this point. "I would love to." You announced. Archie followed your eyes to Cheryl and the football player. He frowned. You noticed your friends were tiptoeing around the subject, you wanted nothing more than to talk about your hurting with Betty but you realized quickly you wouldn't be getting her alone any time soon. So they waited for you after class, Betty's mom drove you over to Pop's, You, Archie and Jug all crammed in the backseat. For the first ten minutes you were at Pop's, waiting for your food to come out, small talk was passed back and forth until finally Betty asked you about Cheryl. "When you said she cheated on you," She began. "What did you mean?" You raised an eyebrow. "I mean I walked in on her making out with Reggie last night during the party." "Okay, but how did she cheat on you?" Betty asked again. "Do you get what I'm asking?" "No, I don't Betty. I just told you." "(Y/N), Cheryl is dating Reggie." Archie interjected. "I figured." "No, he means you were never dating Cheryl." Jughead explained, talking as though he thought you were insane. "What? You were there when she asked me out Betty-" She shook her head, grimacing, blonde ponytail bouncing. "No, I wasn't." You could not believe what you were hearing. "What are you talking about, she asked me out at my locker-" "When?" "In October." You answered defensively. "She's been with Reggie since March." None of this made sense. Why were they acting like you were lying? "So you knew she was with someone else and never told me?" You accused. "We thought you knew. It was impossible not to know, they're always all over each other in the halls." Jughead told you. "What ever. Some friends you guys are. Great to know I can count on you." You hissed as you stood up. "You were never dating Cheryl, what is going on? Sit down!" Betty cried out. Just then you heard the door open, you turned to see Cheryl and Jason walking in. "Bite me, Betty." You stalked up to Cheryl. "We need to talk." You demanded. Slowly, she turned to you, an eyebrow raised. "What could we possibly have to talk about?" She asked bitterly. "You and Reggie, for one. The fact that you cheated on me would be a nice topic too." She and Jason shared a look. "What are you talking about?" Jason asked. "Cheryl's not... She's not into girls." Cheryl gave you an almost scared look. "Besides, I don't know you, we've only got like one class together. All I know about you is you let me borrow a pencil one day." With that, Cheryl shrugged and turned back to the register, ordering a shake to go. You stared at the back of her head, gaping, Jason was still watching you. You glanced over at him, closed your mouth. With what little dignity you had, you turned around and left. The rest of the week felt like a fever dream. Cheryl kept ignoring you, your friends were drifting away. In the halls, Jason gave you sympathetic looks. You laid on your bed, clutching your pillow to your chest. You searched your bedroom for the teddy bear Cheryl had got you on Halloween but you couldn't find it. You went off on your mom, told her to quit snooping in your room, she had to ask you before she donated anything. She watched you, bewildered, as you yelled about the importance of that bear. Finally, she claimed she hadn't donated anything in weeks. You stomped back up the stairs after calling her a liar. All you could think about during this was the last words you said to Cheryl. I wish I never met you. You screamed into the pillow. There is no possible way your wish came true. That's not how life worked. Right? You raced to your window, looked up at the sky. The clouds were thick with the promise of snow, not a single star in sight. "I would do anything." You whispered. "Anything to go back to the way things were before. I need her in my life. She was my best friend, my whole world." You whimpered. You caught your reflection in the window and frowned. A light turned on across the street and a curtain was pushed open. You saw Betty and Archie looking in your direction. Betty waved at you. You snapped your curtains shut. You went to your mom's medicine cabinet and took an advil pm. The way your mind was racing, there was no way you would be able to sleep. The next morning when you woke up you checked your phone, expecting a few angry texts from Betty and Archie to be on your phone. But instead you found ten missed calls, three voicemails, and almost a dozen texts. All from Cheryl. You listened to the first voicemail, she was apologizing, telling you how much she loved you. She escalated to sobbing in the last voicemail, admitting she fucked up bad. All of her texts said about the same thing. You hit send, relief rushing over you as you realized it was all just a dream. She picked up, her voice tight. "(Y/N)? Baby?" Cheryl asked after you said hello. "Yeah, it's me Cheryl. Do you think we could skip school today and talk?" "About last night?" "Yeah, please. I need to see you so bad." ****************************************************************************************** You looked around the party, Cheryl was refilling your drink, when she turned back to you, she smiled. This party was weird. The boy who became your brother was no longer alive, but your relationship with Cheryl was stronger than ever. Betty and the new girl Veronica rushed up to you, Betty and Jughead holding hands. As you watched Cheryl make her way through the crowd, her red and white skirt swishing around her thighs, you knew she was the only person you wanted in your life. You could loose everyone else, but as long as she stayed by your side, you'd be okay.

#cheryl blossom #cheryl blossom x reader #Cheryl blossom imagine #riverdale #riverdale imagines #riverdale one shot #beachbabywrites

[bananashemmo]

Nerdy Virgin Michael

Pairing: Y/N/Nerd!Michael

Rating: NC-17

Request: Yes

Words: 10.000+

Summary: So this is the last one of the mini series! I can’t believe that it took me that long to write this but at least I did it! Everything is inspired by End Up Here which I wrote a preference about back in 2014 so I sincerely hope you enjoy this very much :-) 

Luke’s Version // Calum’s Version // Ashton’s Version

 #61 End Up Here - 5 Seconds Of Summer

Michael yawned tiredly into his long sleeved black shirt, feeling how every single limb in his body needed a stretch. He loved chemistry he really did but there was something about doing it in the morning at eight A-M that made him wish that he could go all the way back to the soft white sheets in his single bed.

He wasn’t supposed to be so tired but after stumbling across the new episode of Games of Thrones he couldn’t get himself to sleep despite his mother Karen claiming that it was over ten P.M late at night.

It gave a bit if a challenge but it wasn’t the first time Michael had been secret about breaking his usual eight hours of sleep. Hiding under his sheets while having the phone right in front of his face was enough to convince his mother that he was far away in sleep when she would check in on him just to be sure.

It had always been like this with Michael. Being the straight A+ student but always having trouble with his sleep. He wouldn’t point it out as insomnia but he did in fact struggle with putting himself to bed. Whether it was now with new episodes of Game of Thrones or earlier in his life where he would spend majority of his time in the old local website called Habbo he couldn’t call out.

But besides that, he was always organizing. The rather well sharped pencil was resting in front of him almost desperate and waiting to be used to take notes, Michael was sure it could cut right through Ashton’s bicep if he tried.

He also had prepared a clean page for the futuristic notes that were supposed to be printed into it. He was starting to lose track of all his notes because he hadn’t decided to buy a notepad for each book, meaning that he would have it all in one place with stickers hanging out. It could get kind of confusing trying to find his pages for chemistry when English was all over the place with Shakespeare and the Great War.

It wasn’t like he didn’t have the time to scan the papers through and make some better organization. It was like when his mom claimed that he needed to clean his room. Everything was organized on the floor, it was a mess, but organized mess!

His mom also always tried to give him a hobby. Not that she didn’t think he should use most of his time on his homework and assignments because she sure did. But she also wanted to activate him sometimes, getting him away from the computer unless he was reading about the lacrimal in the eye.

He was in fact a very lazy person but he always took his homework serious. He preferred to sit in front of it with a cup of warm tea next to him instead of fooling around on a football field and hurt himself. He never understood the meaning behind that and sometimes when Calum would tell him about it the question sign would be visible in his forehead.

Sports had never really been his thing to be honest. He always had an excuse in P.E as to why he didn’t bring his gym clothes or why he was suddenly having stomach ache. It had come to the point where Coach Hanson didn’t even care anymore and allowed him to sit on the blue chairs around the football field without explanation and watching the rest of the class do the actual workout.

His thoughts drifted away when Mrs. Travis came into the classroom full of energy but also her clothes drained and her hair all wet. He hadn’t realized that it had started raining outside but when checking was quite a sight.

Normally they weren’t used to this weather, something Sydney didn’t glorify with the typical sun and hotness.

But Michael enjoyed this. He enjoyed the dark clouds and heavy rain, not only because he could use hours just on studying which type of cloud it was but also because he found it cozy. Sitting in front of his computer while playing games, but most importantly also having a book in his hand.

Today was different though. He wasn’t the slightest fond of the weather because it would only make him more tired than he already was, he had to catch himself yawning every once in a while.

He didn’t find Mrs. Travis boring, sometimes she just had the tendency to behave like they were a year eight class instead of Juniors.

It wasn’t a shock though, so many jocks were in his class Michael sometimes just wanted to skip even if he didn’t have the balls to do it.

“Good morning everyone.” Mrs. Travis smiled brightly despite being so wet, using her shirt to dry her long mousy colored hair and adjusted the glasses on her nose.

“I hope you’ve all read for today because we’re starting a new chemistry project. I’ve made a small bowl with girl names and I’d like all boys to pick one. Please don’t cheat and take one my random choice, there’s a reason why I’m doing this.”

It was like panic spread through Michael’s body that he didn’t have control of. He wasn’t scared who he was partnered up with, it was just by the sound of being with a girl.

He wouldn’t point himself out as a chicken but every time he was near a girl he would usually blush. Most of the cheerleaders had already scared him away for being extremely unintelligent and mobbing but when it came to others there was definitely a few in his class he knew he wouldn’t be able to hold the concentration with.

“No groaning!” Mrs. Travis was quick to scold when noticing some of the jocks sitting next to Michael groaned loudly by the announcement. “This is important for your future exams so see this as a benefit and getting the chance to get to know the opposite gender better!”

He didn’t think much of it when the bowl was in front of him, he just wished that it wouldn’t be someone as the stupid cheerleader Nicola. She was horrible, he had heard from Luke that she was a true ostrich.

“Y/N?”

It wasn’t supposed to come out as shocked as it did, and he wasn’t supposed to say it out loud but he couldn’t control it. The name was blurted out from his pink lips while his eyes were ready to pop out, looking at the paper intensely as if he didn’t believe it.

“What?” Sebastian was quick to comment beside him, his eyes matching Michael’s by the name he had said aloud.

He looked over at Sebastian unsure of what to do, he couldn’t believe that he had actually picked out her name. She was always sitting there in the back row of the class with a finger pointed in the air, the only girl that seemed to have some sort of intelligence.

“Dude fucking switch!” Sebastian reached out to try take the note from him and with his lack of attitude and still scared from the fight they had previously had at the hallway a few weeks back he didn’t have the courage to say no.

“I don’t think so.” Y/N pushed past Sebastian to stand in front of Michael instead, scolding over her shoulder to give him a glare.

“Go partner up with Gretchen I’m sure she’s excited that you managed to pick her.” She baffled her eyelashes just to be extra annoying, watching how Sebastian tightened his lips together and turned around in pure frustration.

Michael almost didn’t know what to say, or he did but the way the words came out of his mouth felt like dry sandpaper. She gave Sebastian another glare before grabbing a chair below the table and took a seat, placing her notes on top of the desk right next to his.

“Hey handsome.” She greeted and giggled when she noticed the blush spreading on his cheeks just by the presence of her and the small nickname she had created for him wasn’t making the situation any better.

“Ready to partner up for science?”

Hell Michael almost wanted to scream in pure blessing by her question but nervously nodded his head in agreement and swallowed deeply.

He definitely couldn’t speak now especially not by the way she was staring at him so beautifully.

Michael had never actually believed in love but with her everything seemed to be different. She had absolutely everything he looked for in a girl. Beauty, talkative, a bit if attitude but also such intelligence he sometimes swore she was smarter than him.

She was everything he wasn’t and that was what he liked about her the most. The way she would always have a smile on her face when meeting up for even boring classes like these amazed him. He didn’t understand that someone could be in such a great mood all the time but it was a benefit because it made him secretly smile even if he was many meters apart from her.

She was that type of girl where you even as a boy wished to be her. She wasn’t in the stupid cheerleading squad but a part of the journalist school news-paper and also took majors in more languages that he could count to. It had always been a weakness of his but with her the puzzles seemed to collect easily.

Always when she was around her he didn’t know what to do with himself. Sometimes it was just an awkward giggle because she was pretty like, really fucking pretty but he didn’t want to say that out loud and neither did he want to curse.

He sometimes had to take himself and pinch his arm when he was dreaming about her in the middle of class. Normally he was 100% focused on what was going on on the blackboard but once his eyes would drift towards her it all seemed to faint away.

She took his mind off with a split second, he couldn’t understand it. Never had he felt like this towards another person before than the girl he had hung out with in kindergarten but that was before schools were divided into whom you were as a person.

Sometimes he just sincerely wished that he could walk straight up to her and have a talk. But so many things could go wrong at first and he didn’t like risking those chances.

He could easily embarrass himself and that was one of the things he feared the most. That he would fall over his long legs on the way over to her or that he would instantly blush and not being able to say anything. He was also so insanely afraid that she would think he was weird and walk away.

But when he thought about it again, she was never the one to kill the conversation. She always smiled when they shared the eye contact and once in a while when walking past each other on the hallway she would greet him with the exact same words.

“Hey handsome.”

It was two words and contained only four vowels but it was still magical that made his feet tickle and his stomach erupt with butterflies. They could make his day ten times better if it had been horrible, not even the boys could make him this happy like she did.

There was something special about her that drifted him closer and closer as possible he had even created an Instagram account just to so he could see more beautiful pictures of hers. He didn’t have the guts to send her a friend request on Facebook and with Instagram it was much easier to stalk without letting her know.

Though he clearly remembered the time where he had accidentally liked a pictures from so many weeks ago he didn’t even get the chance to see how old it was because one his finger had liked it he threw the phone onto his sheets and almost wanted to groan out loud in frustration.

But that definitely wasn’t the most embarrassing thing Michael had experienced when it came to Y/N.

-------- Macey’s Party, October Junior Year --------

Never in his life had he felt like this before. The world was spinning to the point of not being able to compare it to a roller coaster and his eyes were so read Michael almost couldn’t believe. Never had he felt like this before but there was no return back or regret ticket for this.

Drinking from Luke’s parents’ bar was most probably the worst thing he could have done tonight. He had never drunk anything before and starting out with shots on his first night was probably the biggest regret this night.

He had no idea where the hell he was but the only thing was on his mind that he needed water. It would be the only way that he could go back to being sober but also the only thing that seemed to be on his mind because he was so dry from the tequila he swore it was worse than when talking with girls.

He most probably looked like a mess but he didn’t care. He was slurping loudly and almost licking onto the head of the sink but the water was so cold and such bliss to him he continued to drink.

“Oh my god is he okay?”

Michael’s eyes widened by the recognition of the voice but with his slow reaction and not being able to function properly in his mind he barely got the chance to hear Calum reply to her. He didn’t even get the chance to say that he actually had met her before.

“I think I need to throw up or something.” He moaned deeply and took himself to his stomach, feeling that sensation he usually felt when he was seriously ill.

He was quick to nod his head when she offered her help to lead her to the toilet, Calum saying something again but his ears had shut down by staring down at her with a blush coming to his cheeks both in embarrassment and from the heat.

“You’re really pretty, god.” He commented down at her once she swung an arm around his waist and his over her shoulder to stabilize, a giggle coming from her in respond.

“Thank you very much.” She led him towards the toilets by the entrance of the villa, feeling how he played with her hair during the action but she didn’t care already preparing for a drunken tall guy to be lead to somewhere more private.

It was as if he had forgotten everything for a second once he came out to the toilet with such bright light the nausea was right back in his stomach and mouth. He tried to act at least a little bit casual but once he started gulping and throwing up he knew that chance was lost.

“I’m so sorry this is so embarrassing.” He moaned against the porcelain, forehead burning against the cold surface and prepared himself for yet another wave of puke.

“I usually don’t drink so this is very new for me.”

“I can tell.” She giggled again, not to embarrass him any further because he could tell that she actually felt sorry for him.

She was standing in front of the sink with a glass of something he couldn’t tell and neither did he want to know and slowly watched her replace it with water. She had also grabbed few tissues from the toilet roll and leaned down on her knees to sit right next to him, her soft fingers going through his blond locks.

“You really shouldn’t have been drinking that much. I mean, you’re quite tall and that but you still seem light-weight as fuck.” She leaned over to dry his mouth with the tissues and gave him the water unsure if he wanted something or wanted to puke again.

“Thank you.” He sincerely admitted and took a cold sip, happy to get rid of the otherwise horrible taste.

“I know I shouldn’t have been drinking that much. It totally went out of hand.”

She nodded her head in understanding while smiling, watching him take a few more sips until he had drowned the cup completely and fell back with his forehead forced against the porcelain. She looked down at him a little bit curious, their eye contact seeming to be something that triggered her mind.

“You’re the detention guy aren’t you?” She suddenly questioned and cocked her head.

“Yeah that’s uh-, that’s me.” He mumbled unsure and leaned up to flush, the smell from below was gagging and if he was supposed to have a conversation he would at least try to avoid puking.

“First and last time probably.”

She giggled again by his words and leaned her knees up to her chin so she could lean down on it. She had such a cute giggle he almost wanted to call her pretty again but by his sudden misery he almost felt as if 60% of his drunken state had been taken away and replaced with his awkward self.

“What did you do? What did you text Sebastian?” He had to ask and he saw how her face expression changed completely.

“I just told him to back off and leave you alone. Nobody should ever feel threatened on the hallway and Sebastian sure as hell is good at that. He hasn’t confronted you or anything since then right?” She fiddled down with her shoe as she was speaking, looking up at him to make sure he would confirm.

“No, uhm-, since then he hasn’t spoken a word to me. I to be honest don’t know how you did that but I’d like to thank you because he always picks on me for no reason. I don’t know what happened that day but suddenly it all snapped for me.”

“It’s okay.” She nodded her head in agreement, “If I could too I would confront Sebastian with violence if I could but all he would do was to laugh at me. At least he understands when I confront him through words. It’s as if I have him wrapped around my finger.”

“That’s no surprise.” Michael commented fast without realizing, the drunk self still having power in his conversation and his eyes widening.

“Sorry?” She questioned confused and cocked her head again, leaning it against the sink right next to the toilet.

“I mean it’s just…” Michael paused again in confusion, not really knowing how to safe this again but when he thought about it what could go wrong. No matter what he said it would probably be an embarrassment and now that he had already puked in front of her nothing could get worse.

“It’s just that you’re very pretty.”

Her face expression changed again but into a happy one from before. She was the one to blush this time, looking down at her feet and bit down on her lip in reaction. He almost wanted to say it again just to see her do it one more time.

“Thank you Michael. You’re very sweet even though you’re so quiet.” She complimented and removed a bit of drool from his lips that he had created from zoning out.

“I know… This is probably the only time you’ll see me be this talkative. On Monday I will go back into my shell and the only words you will hear from me will be when I raise my hand in class to say something intelligent.”

She nodded her head in understanding and sighed softly by his words as if she was trying to come up with some sort of plan or idea, her mouth making a small sound in thought.

“Maybe you should get more drunk then. I love how outgoing you are right now guys don’t usually call me pretty without having some sort of mission behind it.” She said and laughed quietly by her words.

But she was quick to regret it when Michael suddenly frowned, his eyebrows furrowing and his stomach twisting by the mention of alcohol. It was as if all his senses went back to the previous stage and before he knew it he was hovering over the toilet again to empty to rest possible bit there was in the pit of his stomach.

Y/N’s eyes widened in surprise and she quickly sat on her knees to carefully caress his back to show a bit of support, her other hand reaching up to turn the water on and get him another glass.

“Okay handsome maybe not alcohol. We’ll see whatever we can do.” She commented and waited for him to finish so he could get another glass of water, most probably not the last one of his as of tonight.

From that exact moment Michael had both become ten times shyer than he already was when he was around Y/N but he also never touched or smelled a bottle of tequila again. Just the thought of him made him nausea so he always tried to brush it off when he was able to.

He still couldn’t believe it when he got home that he was actually partnered up with her for science.

When he came home from that day it was the only thing he could think about. Every time he did something it would remind him of her even if it had nothing related to it. He would sit there and secretly smile making his mother nervous because he usually didn’t just to that out of the random.

He was glad because now he actually had something he could speak about. He wasn’t going to be nervous over speaking about science because it was actually something he was good at. It gave him at least a little bit more confidence he was already lacking.

That night he had cheered over Skype when he talked with the other guys over a play of League Of Legends. Or more likely just Calum and Luke playing, Ashton being the more confused one who sat on his chair and watched the others play live.

“Wait so the girl we met at the party was actually someone you knew! Way to go Clifford I didn’t think you were able to talk with the opposite gender.” Calum commented into his headset completely impressed.

“I’m sure the only thing Michael is able to say towards a girl is aghfjgdgdjgf.” Ashton interrupted and afterwards made grunt noises and giggles just to tease his best friend a little bit more, Michael sighing deeply.

“I’m just gonna stay cool okay we will be working with this project for a few weeks. I think it’s gonna be a good way to try practices my social skills so thank you very much Ashton.” He said directly towards the curly haired lad and pressed aggressively on his computer mouse, “I think I’m just gonna imagine that it’s you I’m speaking with. That usually goes well.”

“Or you can just imagine that she’ naked. Isn’t that what you say when you’re supposed to present in front of someone?” Luke questioned dumb-folded, clearly too caught up in their game to even focus on the conversation fully.

Fits of laughter came from the other ends of the headphones and Michael could feel the blush ready to spread on his cheeks again. He didn’t know how to respond to that because the worst part of it all was that the thought had crossed his mind before.

“I’m sure Michael has done that with Y/N before.” Calum sneakily commented, the tone of his voice spoiling that he was smirking and teasing Michael, laughing loudly when he heard a loud groan come from the victim of his conversation.

Michael almost wanted to smack his head against the keyboard.

There’s no doubt that he saw Y/N in many ways. With her beauty it was hard for her to glance away even for just a short moment. He liked the way she spoke and the way her eyes would lit up when she would randomly tell him something during their project days.

At first he didn’t believe that he would manage to go through it without stumbling across their old awkward encounter.

He didn’t want to talk about it but she was also good a situation awareness and only stuck to the nickname she had created for him. Once in a while she would just smile at him out of nowhere but he never really knew what was going on in her head.

“Michael do you understand this? I followed everything in the formula but it still seems as if I have done something wrong.”

Michael’s head lifted up by the question, eyebrows furrowing and his lips parting. He hadn’t said much during the class, in fact he had been awfully quiet. It had been a while since he had felt like this but when he started out the day by being shoved into lockers by Sebastian it was ready to ruin the rest of the day.

“Let me see.” He leaned over to look down at her paper to scan it, it didn’t take him that long to see her mistake.

“You have written 3 instead of 8. I assume it’s only a typo.” His finger pointed down at the notebook to express his words by showing, reaching out to take the glass with number eight instead of number three.

“Oh.” Was the only thing she let out and eyebrows furrowing trying to scan her weirdly written notes, she definitely had a prettier hand writing than him but it was still in such a mess Michael couldn’t really tell what was what in the huge mess.

She giggled softly by her mistake and thanked him sincerely, this could have easily gone wrong if she mixed the wrong formulas together. They had both agreed to do a chemical project and with a wrong step in the process they could easily end up doing something dangerous.

“Thank you Michael.” She leaned over to get her eraser, changing the number so it would be the correct one again.

“You’re very welcome.” He softly said and focused back on the math example he had been working on since they started the period. It had a huge impact on their project and if he didn’t finish it before the period would be over he would have to spend time after school doing this.

She smiled by his warm words and focused back on the glasses, she clearly thought this was exciting because otherwise she wouldn’t have put such effort into making it her best possible.

Michael knew that his suggestion was a bit of a mouthful, she was intelligent afterwards but when he thought about it the project fit better for college. He had read ahead unlike everyone else and she seemed a bit confused when he suggested it but being the enthusiastic girl she was she took the challenge.

It was mostly him doing the work only based on the fact that he had a book about everything. He could tell that she didn’t like being the one not knowing what to do but every time she sat herself for doing something she would need his help.

But that also meant he was sure what was going on and that they would get the right grade. He always hated being paired up in groups when unless it was someone that he was close to and knew that their grade would be spotless and perfect.

And also he couldn’t stop laughing when Y/N would need his help. The way she would constantly yell out for him made him feel really appreciated, he almost believed that she just did it out of fun now just to get his attention.

“You know I’m just gonna go to the toilet. I’m getting a bit dizzy from all these chemicals.” She announced and pushed her tall chair back to leave, smiling over her shoulder just to make sure that he had heard her.

“That’s fine.” He mumbled more to himself than her, focusing back and chewed on the end of his glasses. He never liked wearing them but recently he had grown more into it. Y/N seemed to like them, she admitted that she also wore some when she was reading on the TV or in books.

“Gretchen seriously come on! This is gonna take all day if you have to check everything for the third time.” Sebastian mocked from the other side of the table, the only thing separating him and Michael being the ventilation system that was placed on every table for experiences.

If it wasn’t for the fact that it was covering his face Michael wouldn’t have rolled his eyes in reaction. How had he come so lucky to share a table with him, it was as if everything couldn’t go any worse. He hated him to guts and hear him rush around with Gretchen as if she was nothing else to him that an A+ made him want to crumble the papers in front of him.

Gretchen was what he could point out as the girl version of him. She never liked being in the way of everything and could so easily be fooled you wouldn’t have believed she was one of the few girls at the school with the best grades.

She adored Sebastian there was no doubt, she wasn’t the only one at this school but the way she was being treated was out of order. There was no doubt that she was doing all the work and not being able to say the slightest no, in a fear of seeming suddenly unattractive or something.

“I just want everything to be perfect.” Gretchen murmured with eyes focused on the test tube in front of her, her eyes seeming much bigger by the glasses she was wearing.

“I know but for the love of god this is totally tiring me up.” Sebastian moaned and ran a hand through his dark hair, a pencil swirled around his finger.

“Maybe if you actually did something for the project she wouldn’t have to rush around and double check everything when she’s all by herself.” Michael was supposed to say it as a mumble to himself but Sebastian easily caught up with him and furrowed his eyebrows.

“What did you say?” He questioned and Michael looked down at his notebook as if he had never said anything, his shoulders shaking in nervousness and tried to avoid his eyes.

Sebastian’s eyebrows lifted as if he was set up for a challenge when Michael decided to stand up from his seat and leave without a following word, deciding that he should occupy himself by talking to Luke or something instead of staying.

Gretchen still had too much focus to say anything or focus on what had just happened, her glasses almost resting on the tip of her nose. She would definitely not notice anything and Sebastian took that as a queue to stand up as well and walk around the table.

He had absolutely no idea what kind project that was currently happening but one thing was for sure he knew that if he mixed up a few things it could easily go wrong. He didn’t want to take it out on Y/N but he was so insanely tired of hearing her and Michael talk about the most unimportant crap they possible could like science.

He was jealous there was no doubt she was giving Michael much more attention that she had ever given him. He had told her about his feelings for her and she had softly laughed but that was also it. He couldn’t stand the sudden thought of a geek like Michael Clifford would manage to take over his role.

Mixing a few test tubes here and there he grabbed a purple one and dropped it into the mixture that they had already made before they left, his eyes glancing over his shoulder to make sure nobody was watching what he was doing.

He had no idea if it was a benefit or not but when the color changed into a darkish blue and the water started to bobble he knew that was his queue to leave. Also Y/N had showed back from the toilet so he was quick to turn back onto his seat next to Gretchen and pretend that nothing had ever happened.

“Michael? What did you do?” Y/N questioned confused once she was in front of their project, seeing the mixture keeping on bobbling as if it was becoming boiling water, an unsure look on her face when she tried to catch his attention.

He was too caught up with Luke to actual notice what was going on, deciding that it would be best for him but when he heard a loud whine suddenly echo in the whole science room he turned around fast.

It was as if everything around him seemed blurry and the only thing he could focus on was the devastated expression on Y/N’s face. She was clutching onto her bare shoulder that was so insanely red he could spot already that it was a third degree burn, something that was nearly impossible if she had followed the instructions right.

“Mr. Clifford, what have you been doing over here?” Mrs. Travis didn’t scold because she had so many other things to worry about in the second but her angry eyes looked over at him just for a short notice.

“You were the last one seen with the mixture. Something must have gone terribly wrong!”

“That’s impossible we did everything right.” Michael clutched onto Luke because he couldn’t believe what had actually happened, watching Y/N’s eyes become teary by the horrible pain that only would get worse from now on.

She wasn’t looking at him, she wasn’t looking at anyone. The only thing she was staring at was her feet as she was trying her best not to cry, not wanting to touch the burning spot and whined loudly when Sebastian came to help her with a cold cloth.

“I’m not even sure if the school nurse is able to help you Miss. Y/L/N.” Mrs. Travis said after scanning her shoulder, helping to remove the strap of her top so it wouldn’t be annoying the burned skin.

“I think what would be best would be to go down to the office and announce that you will be going to the hospital. I’m not sure if your parents are home right now or if it’s so bad we should call an ambulance.”

“I’ll drive her to it I’m in my dad’s car today.” Sebastian said and ran his hand through his hair again to show how nervous he was but there was something about his expression that made him suspicious.

“Good thing.” Mrs. Travis nodded her head in agreement and watched as Sebastian took her bag to help Y/N out, “We’ll clean up the mess and figure out what went wrong. We can’t have situations like these happen again as safety is one our most important things here.”

Michael’s breathing had become uneven and it didn’t help when he and Y/N shared one last eye contact before she left. He couldn’t tell what she was thinking if she was mad or if she was pissed but he was so ashamed of himself he couldn’t think of anything else.

That day he had grabbed his bag and sprinted out of science instead. He didn’t want to show everything that he was sad but he felt as if he had already ruined something that hadn’t gotten the chance to happen again.

He wasn’t just a nerd. He was a nerd who was a virgin and also so social awkward the only girl he had finally managed to talk to without stammering was scared away after getting burned by a mistake that was most probably his.

It was a question to him whether or not he should show up at the hospital to give his support and care. She was most probably angry at him seemed as everything pointed towards him but when Ashton announced that it was Sebastian messing up everything his temper boiled.

The boys had been the ones to convince him to go. What could possibly go wrong? It had been two days since the accident and he wasn’t sure if she was in fact angry. It was only something he had made up in his mind to protect himself from going out on water where he couldn’t reach the bottom of it.

“Michael you’re the last one of us to do something out of the ordinary! I’d say you go down to the store and by her a rose. Preferably red. All girls seem to love that and don’t beat you up for a mistake that Sebastian is responsible for.” Ashton had stated, being the one to show up in his room to get him away from his computer.

He had tried using many different excuses like he hadn’t prepared tomorrow’s homework when in fact it was Friday and they all knew well enough that Michael had made the rest of his homework for Senior year if it was possible.

He had to do this without wanting to or not, it would be for the best. They were science partners after all and he really wanted to make sure that she was ready to go back without being in fear of getting hurt again.

The walk on the hospital hallway seemed to be the longest ever. His hand was shaking so much he was surprised he hadn’t dropped the rose yet and he constantly had to remind himself of what number her hospital room was.

The door was open but not fully and he nervously crept his head inside. Everything seemed white like on movies, it had a huge window by the end of it and a small kitchen in front of her bed. She was sitting there with a shirt that was covering one of her shoulders and had her hair in a high pony tail.

“Michael!” She almost cheered when seeing his nervous face show up, his tongue resting between his teeth to prevent him from say something. Thank god she was alone he wouldn’t have survived this if her parents or Sebastian had been here.

“I’m so happy to see you.” She smiled.

“You are?” He questioned confused, almost dumb-folded. He didn’t know what to do himself so after shutting the door he stood by the end of her bed and took her in.

She looked just like the same expect from the redness on her shoulder. It wasn’t as bad as it had been two days ago and he was really happy to see that. It almost was as painful for him to see her go through it as it was to her experiences it on different ways.

“Of course I am. I missed your handsome face.” She giggled and folded her legs together, showing that she was wearing black leggings underneath the sheets and sat up in the bed to have a conversation.

“It’s nice seeing you too.” He stumbled over the words and looked down at the rose for a confused second, almost forgetting that he had it in the first place.

“Here,” He almost dropped it and nearly shoved it in her face, “This is for you.”

“Michael…” She said in awe, taking the rose from his warm hand and looked down at him, “That is so insanely sweet of you. Thank you so much.”

She looked over at her nightstand to grab a glass of water that had been placed, not hesitating to place the rose in it instead. But a frown came to Michael’s face when he noticed the large bouquet of yellow roses standing next to his now very little one.

“Those were from Sebastian.” She announced, reading his face, “He gave them to me on the day it happened. Pretending to be all sweet and that when I in fact had gotten a text from Maya telling me that it was him that made it happen in the first place. Not you.”

He almost couldn’t believe her words. His jaw fell and his eyes looked wide for a second but that was when the sudden feeling of something being pushed off his chest appeared. It was a heavy rock of guilt he had been counting for days and not sure of how to get rid of it.

“You knew it wasn’t me?” He stammered, “Because I haven’t been thinking of anything else the past few days because of it. It’s been killing me inside.”

“Of course I knew it wasn’t you.” She stated and removed the sheets completely to stand up.

“I know you would never hurt me like that. Never.”

He was still nervous but it wasn’t because of being shy. It wasn’t because of being nervous but it was because she was standing right in front of him so close he had never been this close to a girl before. He swore under his breath that if he would blush again or grunt he would never forgive himself.

“I should have-, have gotten you a bigger pile of flowers.” He mentally kicked himself for his wording but it was the truth and she glanced over her shoulder to see what he was talking about.

“No, you shouldn’t.” She stated, softly smiling back at him.

“Because that single rose right has ten times more meaning than the twenty Sebastian has given me. It’s not about how much you give Michael. It’s always the thought behind it that counts. Besides I hate the color yellow so it shows that Sebastian really never paid actual attention to me.”

If it wasn’t for the last part Michael wouldn’t have laughed but he did. It was a cute one coming out in a mix of not quite believing her words, not because he didn’t want to but because he still felt that he didn’t deserve it.

“I’m glad I chose the right one then.” He whispered, a buzz going through his whole body when she gently grabbed his hand and stood on her toes to reach and kiss his cheek.

He swore he could still feel it lingering in his skin when she pulled back, smiling like a goof especially because of his reaction. They stood like that for a few seconds not really knowing what to say and as she knew how awkward he could become she spoke up.

“I actually have to leave here in a few minutes. My treatments for the shoulder are over so the only thing I can do now is wait for it to heal and take painkillers to sooth away the pain.” She pointed towards where her back had been packed, his eyes following her.

“If you’d like you could come with me home? It would be nicer with some company as my parents are still at work and won’t be home before after nine this evening.” She turned around and let go of his hand to grab her bag and her sweaty but before she could lift it up he was faster.

“Let me take that.” He reached out so she wouldn’t have to go through more pain in the shoulder, not expecting that it would be that heavy but he didn’t care. All he wanted to do was to make her smile.

“That’s really sweet of you.” She smiled softly and threw her cardigan over her shoulder making sure that it wouldn’t stick to the burned dead skin, “Thank you.”

He nodded his head in answer and watched her head over to the other side of the bed, grabbing her phone with her charger and the rose she had given her. He furrowed his eyebrows confused when she left the yellow roses to stay, walking over to him ready to leave.

“You don’t want them with you?” He questioned confused and she shook her head in disagreement.

“I think they can make someone else really happy instead of me.”

She looked down at the rose with a warm smile and winked up at him with a chuckle, showing that Sebastian was in fact the last thing on her mind. All she could focus on was him and he suddenly fumbled with his keys.

“I uh-, I assume you don’t have anybody to come pick you up so instead of taking the bus or walk I can just drive us. I recently just got my driver’s license and my mom lets me borrow the car once in a while so if you’re willing…”

“I’d really like that Michael.” She agreed, leaning over to turn off the lamp and headed towards the door, “But I’m gonna warn you I’m horrible at navigating so prepare if I suddenly yell that we have to go to the left.”

“I think I’ll manage.” He admitted with a small chuckle, watching her smile and headed out of the room with her.

The car ride was silent but enjoyable. Getting the chance to drive on the road with someone else than his driving instructor was still new to him so it was nice having someone to talk to. When he was driving alone he would nervously curse at himself for not having fully view of everything going on on the road.

“You just have to turn to the left over there and we’re home.” She informed and pointed towards a small street with villa houses, similar to the ones where he met her at the party.

“Macey is actually my neighbor… In case you remember I actually told you that.” She admitted and pointed towards the oh so familiar house next to what he assumed to be hers, his eyes scanning for a parking lot and he awkwardly coughed.

“Yeah no I don’t really remember that conversation.” He admitted and stopped the car, pulling up the handle and pushed his seat back to get out.

“Really?” She questioned surprised, opening the door and followed him out. She messily opened her bag trying to find her keys, almost dropping everything to the floor if it hadn’t been for Michael ready to pick u what she had dropped.

“Thank you,” She giggled when he found her keys in the big pile of mess, “I seriously need to clean my bag it is such a mess I can’t find anything when I need it. You know that feeling?”

“No,” Michael blurted, he had never been this quick to answer before and usually he would speak after her mouth but he really couldn’t relate to that. As mentioned his stuff was always organized unless it was on his floor and that also included his school bag.

“That doesn’t surprise me either.” She admitted, pressing the key into the door and afterwards grabbed the handle.

Her house was surprising yet still as he had expected. It was large just like Macey’s had been and when he took a look around it was also very minimalistic. They used the colors black and white a lot, deciding to break the color code with small objects like plants or kitchen supplies.

“Want anything to drink?” She offered after placing her bag on top of the kitchen counter, looking over her shoulder to see him shake his head.

“No thank you.” He politely said and tapped his fingers against the marble counter, watching her fumble around for a bit confused. She looked out of the window as if she was in deep thought and when she turned around and grabbed her bag again she explained what was going on.

“I forgot about this. The doctor said I needed to use it three times a day to make sure that the pain won’t get worse. I think it’s actually some sort of alo vera gell.” She took out a small tube with some greenish blades on the front of it, waving it in the air to show.

“Oh…” He commented with a quivered eyebrow, “Is-, is that something you can do on your own?”

“No that was what I was thinking,” She said with a hidden smile, looking down at the tube as if she was in thought of what to do.

“Want-, uh-, Want me to help?” He scratched his hair and down to his neck, feeling the redness spread again and making his skin hot. This was something he had never done before but if she really needed the help he would be there for her.

“I’d appreciate it.” She admitted, grabbing his hand to follow him out of the kitchen and down towards a long hallway. They walked until they came to the last door which she opened, introducing her massive bedroom.

“This is my room. I’m sorry about the mess I didn’t really think I would have somebody over today.” She placed the tube on her text and fooled around to remove some clothes scattered on the floor, Michael no really knowing what to do so he took a seat on the bed.

“What the?” He questioned confused when he connected with something harsh, making her eyes widen and she hurried towards him to grab his hand gently and lift him up again.

“Sorry, this is where I hide all my books.” She giggled, removing the sheets and showing an ocean of books from school, some being completely ruined while others were fine. He would have covered them all with book paper if it was him but he said nothing.

“You can uh take a seat now.” She mumbled after removing the books and threw them to the ground, it was almost as if she could see a small glimpse of pain in his eyes by her action.

“I’ll just remove a bit of my shirt so you can do this properly.” She reached out to grab the tube from her desk and took a seat next to him, smiling gently.

He looked confused at first as if he didn’t know how to proper do this. She had turned around and lifted down her shirt so he was able to touch her shoulder blade, he felt a bit sorry because it was still very red but at least she wasn’t in as much pain as she had been.

“Just be gentle and give it a small layer. I’ll get my mom to do the second layer later when she comes home.” She explained and looked over her shoulder to see his confused stage, and he nodded his head in agreement, swallowing thickly.

“Okay.” Was the last thing he said and gave the tube a gentle squeeze onto his fingers. He knew that if the boys would witness this they would holler and laugh by his awkward reaction but he honestly didn’t know how to react.

“Does it hurt?” He questioned just to be sure and she shook her head in disagreement and turned around once he was done.

His lips parted and his eyes lowered down towards her chest where her bra was visibly showing. This was probably the first time he could remember seeing a bra in real life, it was lace and also gave him a little bit of view of her skin.

She was confused at first as to why he was looking at her the way he was but that was when her eyes followed his and saw the small fabric. It was a small giggle that came from her in reaction and she clumsily removed her top back up so it wasn’t showing as much as before.

“I’m sorry Mikey, that wasn’t intentionally.” She mumbled with blush on her cheeks but it was nothing like his. His neck was red just like his face and he tried to find the right words to say but nothing came out.

Just by the nickname he could feel how his heart fluttered. She was smiling so softly at him a weird mumble came from his mouth, especially because she was slowly leaning forward with her eyes half shut.

“I’ve never had my first kiss before.” He breathed the second their lips were about to touch and he swallowed so thickly he almost had to cough because of his salvia.

She only shrugged her shoulder and gently squeezed his hand, “Is that supposed to prevent anything?”

It was a nervous giggle that came from him by her question and he shook his head in disagreement. He could feel how all his nerves at once seemed to explode by the warm feeling of her lips against his, it was nothing like he had imagined and never had he believed that he would actually get the chance to kiss her.

“See,” She smiled and leaned in again, “You’re doing fine.”

“I just uh-,” He mumbled nervously and pulled away for a second but still had his forehead leaned against hers, “Yeah I don’t even know.”

“You just have to relax.” She explained and removed some of his hair that had fallen in front of his face messily.

“I’m a virgin.”

It came out so sudden his eyes widened along with hers. Now it definitely couldn’t get any worse and it was so typical him but it was the only thing that was on his mind. Of course she was already aware he wasn’t dumb but he didn’t want to disappoint her in any way.

She puzzled with the sheets between his fingers and looked back up at him, “You still want to be that?”

Michael had never experienced such feeling before.

Yes he was a mess, and yes it wasn’t flawless but he adored every single moment of it. He got the chance to kiss his girl, hold her close to his pounding heart as possible and had to take several breaks every time an article of clothes were taking off.

Never in his life had he expected this would happen. The way she was fumbling around to open his dress shirt and accidentally knocked down all the ball pens from the pocket made both of them laugh and having him to lean down and grab them all in reaction.

It of course ended up with him knocking his head against her face when she bent down to help, a loud whine coming from her but it was also mixed with laughter. He couldn’t count the times he had tried to apologize and saying it was an accident but she kept shrugging it off with a smile.

It wasn’t until that he nervously was pushed back onto her bed in only his underwear that he suddenly realized what was going on. Never in his life had he been feeling like this before and before he would know it, he would get the feeling of something he hadn’t experienced.

Her skin was warm against his, it was almost as if it was burning. The more they kissed the more he learned about the few techniques and he was even the one to start fumbling with the clasp of her bra. Not that it went well it ended up with her taking it off instead but at least he gave it a try.

It wasn’t until they were both completely nude and she took out a condom that he knew what was going on to happen. She was the one deciding to be on top both because of her shoulder and because of him being inexperienced and he honestly didn’t want it any other way.

This was what he had secretly imagined all the science classes they had been through together both as partners and as classmates.

“Okay so it’s gonna be quite a stretch for me as I haven’t been with someone for a while. It will hurt a bit but not something you should be worrying about. We’ll just be gentle for the both of us.”

He was so caught up in his thoughts he barely heard her and with the sudden feeling on his growing member he was left breathless. It was nothing like he had imagined, he wasn’t able to describe it.

Everything about the moment was absolutely perfect.

He didn’t expect that it would last for long because he knew it was far from doing it with his hand. It was new and he was feeling so many emotions at once he was happy he wasn’t on top because he wouldn’t be able to concentrate.

She looked glorious on top of him and he didn’t know what else to say, he almost felt too embarrassed to let a groan out that had been resting in his throat for a while. Neither did it help when she suddenly yelled and moved closer to his chest as if he had done something wrong.

“What happened did I hurt you?” He questioned nervously and nodded down towards their lower parts but she shook her head and kissed his chest.

“It’s just my shoulder you didn’t do anything wrong Michael. In fact you’re quite good at this I’d say.” She nodded her head down towards his hands that had been planted on her hips. He hadn’t realized himself but he did have a bit control of the pace.

He let out a breath of relief and leaned back on the pillow and shut his eyes. The familiar feeling was there but it was as if the power was added to ten times more, it was amazing. But he still wanted to be a gentleman until they both were ready before he finally released into the condom, something he never actually thought he’d get to experience in life.

To avoid hurting her shoulder Y/N also made sure to fall on her stomach onto the mattress right next to him after they had discarded the condom into the trashcan, and out of instinct he started to caress the part of her shoulder that wasn’t burned.

“You know Michael,” She yawned tiredly into her pillow and shut her eyes, “Since I’ve met you I’ve really liked you. You’ve just always been so shy I didn’t really know if you liked me back or not.”

It was an award winning smile that came to his face by her announcement and he leaned down to press a soft and shy kiss to her cheek.

“I’ve been in love with you since the first time I laid eyes on your beautiful form.”

She was smiling so sweet butterflies erupted in his stomach and he watched as she slowly slumped into a deep sleep.

Continuing to have his hand on her back he leaned down to his jean pocket to grab his phone and opened the group chat he had with the boys. They had left him a few messages here and there asking what had happened at the hospital and a smile came to Michael’s face.

“I finally got the girl.”

It was within seconds that he received messages back from the boys in between, Luke being in completely shock and wrote the big WHAT word. Calum made a few dirty smileys here and there where Ashton was the most appropriate one and congratulated him.

“I can’t believe it.” Luke wrote seconds later and Michael shifted in his seat to move closer to Y/N’s sleeping body.

“We finally got our girls.”

He looked down at her and caressed her forehead this time, seeing her lips being puked in sleep and breathed in and out slowly. He almost wanted to say she was even more beautiful now with sweaty hair and completely bare to him, he wanted to keep this love in a photograph for the rest of his life.

No matter how many times they had all been told that they weren’t good enough because of their personal interest and intelligence, one thought could they always stick to for sure. Love would always be the answer to everything.  

“We finally fucking got our girls.”

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[ginvera]

deal? deal.

(so. I caved. I broke. I, a good gay child with a shit ton of work to do and five other fics I need to write, wrote the first chapter to a flintwood fic. yup. disclaimers: there’s no like full smut in this but there is a good quantity of gay, like on a scale of 1 to my mother is disowning me this lands at about “just don’t read it in front of her”. also, a lil implied abuse, but nothing extreme in this chapter, and it’s not explicitly described at all.)

Oliver twisted a button on his binoculars, trying to bring Flint into view. For once, he was rooting for his rival; Ravenclaw was unstoppable with their new seeker, and every time they managed to steal the ball, the cup inched another ten points away from Gryffindor. His contraption finally focused on Flint, just in time for Oliver to witness a bludger catch him right on the side of his head. Shit. Flint swung backwards, almost hitting the stands, before he finally regained control of his broom. Oliver zoomed out again, surveying the field. Slytherin was up eighty, but Ravenclaw was basically guaranteed the snitch, what with the preteen idiot Flint was playing for seeker.

Flint regained the ball after a slightly illicit attack on an unsuspecting fourth year, and raced towards the opposite end of the pitch. The way Flint flew- if Gryffindor had three chasers like him, forget about Hogwarts, they could win the world cup in a heartbeat. He veered around two bludgers racing towards him, throwing the quaffle in the same move. Slytherin up ninety. He cut off the toss from the Ravenclaw keeper to the fourth year midair, halfway between the two players, and threw it back at the goalpost in the same breath. Slytherin up a hundred. Oliver refocused on Flint, watching him rip through the sky effortlessly. When they were younger, Flint had been a gawky and misformed sort of boy, with legs and arms thicker than a tree trunk and shoulders slimmer than a model’s waist. Recently, though, that had changed. Flint had evened out somewhat, grown taller for certain, and it seemed as though he had had something done to his teeth. Now he looked sleek, and a bit dangerous.

Someone moved in front of him, cutting off his view, and he heard Jordan announce that Slytherin was a hundred thirty ahead. He zoomed out again. He could tell Davies was nervous now; he was trying a move that he would usually never use in game. Flint dodged the fourth year (Burren? Burton? Burtrow?) and pulled past Davies, winking at him. He was asking for it at this point; Oliver wouldn’t be surprised if Davies just gave in and socked him in the face. Lord knows there had been times Oliver had considered it. Before he had the chance, Flint pulled up and hurled the ball left in one clean cut move. Slytherin up one forty. Davies signalled something to his beaters. It looked like he had abandoned the idea of a fair game and was moving to plan B, otherwise known as “It’s Pretty Easy to be a Better Chaser than an Unconscious Man”. Before any of this could happen, however, the whole dynamic changed; the seekers had seen something. Or, more accurately, Chang had seen something and the little boy was chasing her at top speed. Chang seemed to be hurling herself as fast as possible at the Ravenclaw goalposts until she pulled up suddenly, and reached up with both hands.

“CHANG HAS THE SNITCH! Ladies and gentlemen, she does it again!” Jordan’s voice echoed through the crowds, “Chang has caught the snitch for Ravenclaw, that’s a final score of 350-340 for the our friends in blue! Flint looks rather upset, I suppose losing a quidditch match is sad, although I’m sure anyone would lose if one team was missing six players, oh wait-”

“LEE,”

“Alright, alright professor, a hard fought win for Ravenclaw which leaves us with Ravenclaw first in the rankings, followed by Hufflepuff, Slytherin, and the good old Gryffindors. Thanks for watching folks, always fun to see three confused boys saved by Chang, what a seeker, and with that, the win goes to Ravenclaw.”

Oliver pulled apart his binoculars, putting the pieces into his bag. They were in last place, which was not great, but they were only two games into the season. Gryffindor still had a chance.

“Oliver!” Penelope appeared, seemingly out of nowhere, “You’re coming to the afterparty, yeah? You have to come, Sophie, you know Sophie from the year below us, she got some firewhiskey, and your beaters say they’ve got some food in celebration of beating Slytherin, and Allen, you know Allen from Hufflepuff, he’ll be there.” Penelope winked at this, proud of her achievements in finding one singular boy who liked boys of vaguely the same age as Oliver, other than the one she was already dating. She was well intentioned, and he loved her to death, but just because two gay people end up on the same plane of existence does not mean they are destined for true love.

“Penelope, I know Allen from Hufflepuff, and I’m certain he’s a very kind person and I’m sure there are people who love him, but I sit behind him in Charms and I swear if I hear that idiot talk about household charms and local variation upon spells around the world one more time I will perform an unforgivable curse and you will not be able to forgive me. I’ll go to your party, but if I so much as see Allen from Hufflepuff in my vicinity, you will never see your dearest Einstein again.”

“You wouldn’t dare hurt a cat! Einstein is innocent, he’s never done anything to you.”

Penelope grabbed his arm as he finished packing up his bag, and hauled him in the direction of the celebratory crowds.

-

Marcus kicked his trunk twice before the lock finally popped. He pulled it open, swearing under his breath at the piece of shit trunk. His mother would faint if she ever learned of this; not because of the language, she was quite foul mouthed herself, but because he had kicked Great Great Great Aunt Eugenia’s dearest trunk, gifted to her by the minister of magic himself, passed down the Avery line for generations, gifted to him, the eldest son of the only daughter of Marcus Avery, for whom he was named, blablabla, blablabla.

For now, though, he wasn’t particularly upset to have it. The stubborn lock protected his alcohol stash. Marcus grabbed the bottle of champagne he had saved for tonight. He had planned on getting shitfaced at a Slytherin party, but moping about the castle feeling sorry for himself with a full bottle of champagne as company seemed to present an equal opportunity for enjoyment. Well, it didn’t, but that’s what you get when you lose to the fucking smart book kid clever ass McIntelligent house. Jesus, his dad would be mad when he told him. He popped the bottle, aiming for the family photo on his nightstand, and missing by a few feet.

Time to go celebrate.

-

Oliver spent most of the night hovering around the food, slowly picking away at the chips George had brought. Penelope had returned to him every once in awhile, introducing him to people he already knew or bringing him food he didn’t want, but as the night went on she grew drunker, and by midnight she could be found on one of the Ravenclaw couches, making out with Percy. He checked his watch, figuring if he left now she would be too drunk to notice his early departure. Carefully, he snuck out of the Ravenclaw common room, and followed his favorite path back to Gryffindor. He turned down a dimly lit hallway that was now mostly used for extra books that wouldn’t fit in the library, but which had held his Transfiguration classroom years ago, and collided with another person.

They stumbled backwards, clearly more than a little tipsy.

“Flint? Is that you?”

“You bet it is Wood, Flint and his best pals,” Flint swung around what appeared to be a bottle of liquor, nearly knocking a light off the wall.

“Are you….. Drunk?”

“You bet I am Wood. Want some? It’s my mom’s, so you know it’s probably from France or some shit like that.”

“Sorry, I was heading to bed. Are you okay?”

“Yeah man, I’m great! I got French drunk, and I lost to the book babies! I fucking repeated high school to lose to book babies!”

“Yeah, you’re not okay.” Oliver leaned forward and took the bottle of champagne. “You want to go sit down for a bit?” He pointed at the room next to them.

“I’ll go in there if you give me the French back,” Flint said, pointing at the bottle, “I think it’s expensive or something.”

“Yeah, okay, whatever you say. Come on.”

Oliver unlocked the door with a flick of his wand, and lit the room with another flick. He pushed open the door and strode in, making them a place to sit on top of a box of books. Flint sat down immediately, as if he was glad to have a place to be.

Oliver looked at him hesitantly. He looked a little desperate, and quite a bit like someone who was trying to pretend to be okay. “Listen, Flint,”

“I’m not Flint. My dad’s Flint. He’s Mr. Flint. I mean I’m a Flint yeah he’s my dad but I’m not….. I’m just….. I’m Marcus, okay? Call me Marcus. Call me Mark. My house elf calls me Markie but she’s sixty five and makes me brownies and you haven’t earned that one yet.”

“Right. Okay. Marcus.”

Oliver studied him for a second longer, searching for something to say. “You weren’t bad today. I mean, you were good, you know. You’re a good chaser. A great one, at that.”

Marcus looked up at him, “You think so? I mean, I lost. I’ve been flying for my whole life, my dad taught me when I was five, and I lost.”

“You know, quidditch is a team sport. You can be a damn good chaser and still lose all the time if no one else is giving it their all.”

“Yeah, but I’m the captain, and I lost. It’s on me.” Marcus looked up at Oliver, and seemed to feel bad for a moment. “It’s fine man, I’ll beat you next time,” he said, pulling up a crooked smile. Oliver caught on.

“Like hell you will Flint. You seen Spinnet this year? That girl can move like the wind.”

“Marcus, and yeah I’ve seen her move, but trust me, I’m better.” Marcus leaned in to Oliver. His eyes were a little red around the edges, but the irises were a deep brown, sweet like honey, glowing like gold. Oliver found himself unable to look away. Marcus continued, “You seen my moves this year?”

“I’ve seen your moves this year, Flint, but don’t worry, they won’t matter if I’m there to block them.”

“Marcus, and trust me, you can’t block this new thing I’ve been working on. I scored three hundred on Ravenclaw today with it, you really thing the chosen one can catch fast enough to stop me?”

“Flint, I swear, there is no way you will be able to beat my team. We could kick your ass, even twice as drunk as you are right now.”

“Marcus, and you’ll regret those words next Saturday.”

“Really? Fine. Gryffindor wins and you have to do whatever I say all of Sunday.”

“Deal.”

“You’ll regret that one, Flint.” They were centimeters away now, both of them grinning wildly.

“Marcus.” Marcus leaned forward ever so slightly. If Oliver so much as inhaled, he swore they would be touching. Their eyes were locked. The room was completely silent, filled with shelves of untouched and ancient books, the two of them facing each other, and Oliver swore he could hear Marcus’s heartbeat.

Oliver pulled back a bit. He didn’t want to push his luck too far. “What, are you going to fucking kiss me?” he choked out, forcing a laugh to lighten the tension.

-

Marcus kissed him. Jesus fuck, he was drunk, but that didn’t change much either. Oliver had always been beautiful, had always been strong, had always been tempting, he had just never been right there the way he was now. He leaned forward, pushing, but Oliver pulled back.

“I’m sorry, I’m drunk, you’re just…” Marcus was aware he was still staring at Oliver like an artist at the Louvre, but he couldn’t bring himself to look away.

-

Oliver kissed him. He had been surprised at first, but now this was all he wanted, all he could think about. Oliver leaned in, parting Marcus’s lips with his tongue. Marcus made no protest, instead just pulling him closer, pressing up against him, closer than Oliver had ever been to anyone ever before. Oliver pushed his hands through Marcus’s hair, up Marcus’s shirt, everywhere and anywhere he could reach. One time, when he was a fourth year he had gotten into a fight with Marcus and they had ended up wrestling on the floor. This was oddly similar, but god was it better. Marcus pulled back and started unbuttoning his shirt, pausing between each button for a kiss. The shirt went, then the undershirt, then Oliver’s. Marcus pushed him back against another box, holding him down, kissing, pulling, pushing. After a few minutes of this, Marcus’s hand slipped lower, and Oliver pulled away.

“No.”

Marcus stopped immediately, sitting back up. “I’m sorry, I just…”

“No, it’s not that, it’s just, you’re drunk, and god I want to but I don’t- I’m not going to- you’re drunk.”

They just looked at each other for a few seconds, both breathing heavily. They were still close enough that if Oliver leaned forward they could be kissing again in a second.

A smile spread across Marcus’s lips. “Does that mean when I’m not drunk, we could do this again?”

“New deal, Marcus. You win next Saturday, I’m yours on Sunday. Same way around if I win. Deal?”

“Deal.”

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