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aflame4goinghome · 6 months

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Part Of The Band

j.t.k x f.reader

part three

part two

a/n: present day! how exciting… what's in store for y/n and jake now? will he stay in her past or is there still something there? enjoy :)

word count: 5.2k

warnings: not much; some swearing, mentions of alcohol, references to sex but no smut, a bit of angst if you squint but it's more like sad angst, kind of fluffy. the next chapter will be super juicy! just wanted to fill in the gaps for the time jump

June 2023

“Y/N, did you pack the bath towels into one of your boxes? I can’t find them,” you hear Sophie yell from down the hall. You turn around to look through your boxes, digging through a few of them before finding the towels. “Yeah, Soph, they’re right here!” you reply then turn back to your dresser to pack the rest of your things.

You and Sophie graduated from UCLA a month ago and have spent the last few weeks preparing for this new chapter of your life. You got a Bachelor of Arts in Creative Writing, so you could start your life wherever you wanted.

Sophie, however, was a bit more limited on where she could find employment. She graduated with a degree in Entertainment Management, so she had to go to cities where she could use it. After doing research over the past year, she decided to move to Nashville, Tennessee to pursue a career. Knowing that you could continue your work anywhere, especially remotely, and not wanting to live with anyone else, you decide to go with her.

The two of you searched the housing market for weeks before finding your new home. It’s a cute little townhouse in Midtown with a rustic look and two floors, with enough room for you both and affordable rent. Your lease starts on Saturday, so you both are finally packing after weeks of procrastinating.

You guys are mostly finished, but you’re still packing up the small stuff in your bedroom before you pack it all up into the moving truck that will drive your things to your new house. It would take about two days for them to get there, so your flight will leave tomorrow morning for Nashville.

You pack up the rest of your clothes besides the outfits that you’ll bring on the plane and then turn to your vanity to pack up those things. You start adding some of your jewelry to the small box and then pull out a white rope bracelet. Your face drops at the sight of it and you sit down at the edge of your bed, looking down at it in your hands. You still remember the last time that you saw it.

It's been a while since you’ve thought about Jake. You left his hotel that day and returned to your apartment feeling like you’d just awoken from a dream that you never wanted to end. But you would never hear from him again. The holidays hit and then you were flung back into your schoolwork. He was embarking on a new tour with dates in the U.S. and Europe, jumping around from place to place.

You still followed him on Instagram, but his posts were few and far between. You’d get glimpses of him now and then on the rest of the guys’ socials, or the occasional post on the band’s account, but other than that you didn’t see much of him. You kept up with the band a lot at first and it would often cause a harsh sting in your chest, so you decided after a month or two that it would be best if you restricted how much you paid attention to them.

You do listen to the music a lot, though. Going to see them years ago sparked something new in you and you liked it. Josh’s voice especially pushed you to listen to their songs frequently; his voice calmed you and put you at peace when you needed it most. You also found yourself listening to Jake’s guitar solos and reminiscing about what it felt like for them to be played directly to you.

This was all in the past though, and now is not the time to be thinking about the past. You’re about to take a huge step toward your future. When Sophie mentioned the idea of moving to Nashville for the first time, you felt a bit hesitant. You knew that was where Greta Van Fleet lived and spent most of their time, and the last thing you wanted was to see Jake again. You knew that he was a rockstar, touring all over the world. You weren’t his first “fan” hookup, and you surely wouldn’t be the last. But Sophie assured you that it was almost two years ago and he probably doesn’t even remember that night. Nashville was a big city, it’s unlikely that you’d see him again, right?

You shook your head to snap yourself out of it and then tossed the bracelet into the box with the rest of the jewelry. You take one more look around your empty room and then start to bring your boxes out to the moving truck. You and Sophie share a bottle of wine, straight from the bottle since you’ve packed all of your glasses, and then head to bed. You have to be up quite early for your flight.

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As your plane starts descending toward the Nashville airport, your chest is lit up with feelings of nerves and excitement. You reach over and squeeze Sophie’s hand, smiling at her and turning back to look out of the window. This was the first time you’ve ever left California, having been born and raised in San Francisco and then attending college in LA. You’d never been on a plane before since your mom had a fear of flying, so your family vacations always stayed within the tri-state area. Now the East Coast was calling your name and you’re more than happy to answer it.

The Uber takes you from the airport to your new place and you and Sophie get out of the car and then take it all in. The truck was already there waiting for you, so the both of you walked up to the house to unlock the door and start unpacking. You watch as Sophie turns the key in the door and pushes it open and you enter the threshold to look at the empty foyer. It feels like a blank canvas and you both can’t wait to start making it your own.

The movers bring in the large furniture, like the couch, dining table, and mattresses, while you start to unpack the small stuff in the kitchen and Sophie unpacks the bathroom items. Once the movers bring everything into the house and leave, you and Sophie realize that you’re quite hungry. You search online for the closest pizza place and order delivery and then you both finish up unpacking the first floor. Once you hear the pizza delivery guy ring the doorbell, the two of you have finished unpacking the kitchen and dining room.

You grab the pizza and place it on your dining table, sitting down at it. You grab a few slices and put it on a plate, taking a bite. “Well, Soph. This is it. Our home. How’s it feel?” you say, looking across the table at her. “Feels great. But I could sleep for a week, babe. I’m so serious,” she replies, taking a bite of her pizza and then throwing her head back onto the back of the chair in exhaustion. “I know, girl. I think we did enough for today. Let’s just make our beds and then take care of the rest in the morning,” you say, eating more of your dinner.

The next day, the two of you finish setting up the living room, the bathroom, and your bedrooms. You went out to thrift stores in the afternoon to find decorations to make the place more personal and homier, which helped a lot. You adorned the living room with cute string lights along the walls and placed some decorative blankets on the couch. You bought a little plant for the coffee table and a vintage table to put your record player on top of, with slots underneath to store your vinyl collection. The kitchen was decorated with cute floral tea towels and curtains along the window by the sink. You bought matching towels for the bathroom as well and a shower curtain to go with it.

In your bedroom, you bought new bedding for your larger bed, having upgraded from a twin to a queen, which is black and white, and decorated with constellations and planets. You unpacked all of your clothes into your vintage wooden dresser and placed all your makeup and jewelry on top of your matching wooden vanity. Amongst your bracelets and rings is Jake’s sailor knot bracelet, which you choose to keep out, despite the moral dilemma.

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You’ve been in Nashville for two weeks now and you and Sophie have finally settled in. Your house is starting to become a home and you’re really starting to like the city. You realize, however, that it’s time to find a job. You want to be more of a freelance writer, taking your own time on your first novel, so you’ll need a part-time job to help pay the rent. It’s July 4th weekend, so Sophie is off today on a long weekend and you decide to use this opportunity to go look around town for job openings.

“Hey Soph, can I take the car out to go look for jobs?” you ask, popping your head into her bedroom. You see her typing furiously away on her laptop and looks up at you when she hears your voice. “Oh, yeah babe that’s fine. I’m just getting some last-minute projects done before tomorrow. Good luck!” I smile as I grab the car keys from the top of her dresser and say, “Thanks, hon. I’ll bring you a coffee on the way back, yeah?” You turn and head toward the door and hear a muffled “Thanks!” from behind you as you walk out the door.

You head further into town and pop your head into a few places; a coffee shop, a vintage clothes store, a convenience store. None of them are hiring, though, and you’re beginning to feel a bit discouraged. As you walk back to your parked car, you see a sign for a building across the street: Rhythm of Space Records. You decide to cross the street and check it out- as if you need to spend any more money on records right now.

As you approach the door, you notice a help wanted sign on the window. Perfect. You open the door and the little bell on top rings, causing the person at the counter to raise their head from scrolling on their phone and look up at you. You approach the counter and she gives you a typical customer service smile. “Hey, welcome in! What can I help you with?” she asks.

“Well, I came to browse your selection, but I just saw on the window that you guys were hiring… Would I be able to apply?” She smiles widely, saying excitedly, “Yes! Totally! Dad’s gonna be stoked, we’ve been needing some extra help around here.” She pulls a piece of paper and a pen from under the counter and slides it over to you.

“Here, you can fill it out now if you want. I can give it right to my dad, he’s just in the office back there. I’m Iris,” she says, reaching her hand out to shake yours. You shake her hand, “Like the song?” you ask. She giggles. “Yes, like the song. My dad is a huge Goo Goo Dolls fan. A big music lover in general, if you can’t tell,” she says, waving her arms around, referencing the store. “Well, I like it. I’m Y/N.”

The two of you chat for a few minutes while you wait for her father to come out from the office. You learn that Iris is 20 years old and studying music at a local community college, commuting from home. She grew up in Nashville and has worked at her dad’s shop since she was 15, which he opened not long after she was born. She tells you that he’s also a musician and likes to play some of the local bars sometimes, inviting you to tag along. It felt nice to finally make a friend in this new city.

Iris’s dad, John, eventually comes out and you hand him your application. He looks it over and the two of you discuss your deep interest in music, and then he says you’re hired. You’ll start your first shift on Monday, opening the shop up with Iris. You accept excitedly, gather a staff shirt with the logo on it, and then head out to your car. You stop to get Sophie a latte before heading home, just like you said you would. You pop into her room to say hi, handing her the drink then heading into your room. You relax for a while and then decide to tuck in early.

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Your alarm goes off at 9 a.m. on Monday and you roll out of bed to take a shower. You throw your long, wet hair into a loose braid down your back, leaving your curtain bangs hanging out to frame your face. You fix your bangs slightly with a blow-dryer and hairbrush before heading downstairs to have a quick bowl of cereal before leaving for work. The store is only about a fifteen-minute walk from your house, so you enjoy the short walk in the warm Nashville weather. Nashville is definitely a bit cooler than California in the summer, but it’s still warm enough for you to break a bit of a sweat.

You near the store and see Iris leaning against the window, looking down at her phone, waiting for you. “Morning,” you say as you approach her. She looks up at you and half-smiles, looking very groggy. She’s clearly not a morning person. “Hey, Y/N,” she says tiredly, then turns around to unlock the door. The two of you step into the store and she locks the door behind you. “There’s a coffee machine in the back room. We’re gonna need it,” she says, B-lining it to the back of the store. You follow her to the back and watch as she adds water and turns the coffee machine on.

“We really have to do inventory today. It sucks, I know, but if we both work together we can try and get it done before the shift change at 2.” She pours out a mug of coffee, handing it to you, which you happily accept. She then pours herself one, takes a sip, and then steps out into the main area of the store. She checks her watch, the time says 9:58. “Alright. Time to open up,” she says, heading to the front to unlock the door for the day. “I can start with the first half of the alphabet, if you wanna do the last half? Split up at M?” you say, to which you see her nod and then head to the other side of the store.

You start to go through every record from A to M, which is a lot. This store was certainly stacked with vinyls- you’ve been going through them for an hour and a half now and you’ve only just gotten to the G section. Combing through the albums and taking notes of what you have in stock, you come across a familiar album cover: Greta Van Fleet- The Battle at Garden’s Gate. Shit. You take it out from the rest of the records and look at it for a moment, a small frown spreading over your face. You start to run your fingers over the cover, feeling the texture of it, then place it back in the bin with the rest. You try to shake it off, not wanting to distract yourself from your work.

Two hours later, you’ve finished inventory and are taking some time to look around the store a bit more. You’re combing through the CDs on the far wall with your back facing the door when you hear the bell on the door jingle. Iris is closer to the door at the moment, so you decide to just let her handle it and don’t turn around to look in their direction. As you continue looking through the CDs, you feel a hand on your shoulder. You jump, feeling startled since you thought that you were standing there alone.

“Oh, I’m sorry, you scared me-” you say, turning around to face them. That’s when you saw him. Jake. In the flesh, only a few feet away from you. Your eyes widen and your jaw drops slightly at first before you realize how crazy you must look and quickly pull yourself together. The moment that you’d been dreading ever since moving here has finally arrived. You start to open your mouth and say something, but he beats you to it.

“Y/N! What are you doing here? I haven’t seen you since…” he says with a shy smile, trailing off as he looks at you and takes you in. It’s been so long now, you’ve both changed so much. He’s cut his hair short now, just above shoulder length. He has some lingering facial hair, still clean-shaven but there’s some stubble there. Last you’d seen him online, around the end of last year, he’d had long hair and remnants of a mustache, which was a bit rugged-looking. This new look suited him.

He still dressed the same as the last time you saw him. A half-buttoned button-up, tattered jeans, and boots. His eyes are concealed by dark sunglasses, but you can still see hints of them through the glass. Despite being covered, you can feel them boring into you, studying you. You finally manage to get a sentence out after getting over the initial shock of it all.

“Jake… Hi,” you say, locking eyes with him. You watch his gaze soften as he looks at you, and you go on to answer his question. “Sophie and I just moved here a few weeks ago now, she wanted to work here after graduation and I don’t have much of a direction yet, so I decided to come along…” you say shyly, starting to avoid his eyes now out of nervousness when you see his face drop a little.

“A few weeks… why didn’t you call me?” he asks, a hint of pain in his voice. You really didn’t think he would care, you thought that he’d long forgotten about you. You pause for a moment, unsure of what to say. You didn’t want to offend him, but you had hoped to never have to run into him out of fear of awkwardness. “Jake, I-,” you start, reaching over to place your hand on his arm, “I honestly wasn’t sure if you would want to hear from me… I haven’t seen you in nearly two years, I didn’t want to bother you. I kind of figured that you’ve forgotten about me by now.”

He reaches up to his face to remove his sunglasses, sliding them into his shirt pocket. He looks up to meet your eyes again, with a disappointed look in his eyes. “Sweetheart… how could I ever forget about you?” he says, bringing his hand up to brush some of your bangs out of your face. “I told you that I wouldn’t forget you, didn’t I?”

You lean into his touch a bit and nod, “I know, I know. I just- it had been so long since I’d heard from you, I thought that maybe that’s what you say to all of the girls you…” your sentence is cut off as you see someone with a Rhythm of Space shirt on enter the shop, walking in with Iris’s dad. This must be your relief for the day, you think.

You look over to the left and see Iris watching you, smirking at you and raising her eyebrows when she catches your eye. Rolling your eyes, you look back at Jake, whose eyes still haven’t looked away from you. “You know what, I’m about to get off work. Can you wait here for a few minutes while I clock out and gather my things? I won’t be long. We can go somewhere to talk,” you say, looking up at him hopefully as you wait for a response. You watch the corners of his mouth turn upwards as he says, “Yeah, I can wait.”

You turn around and walk behind the counter to clock out on the register. You go into the back room and grab your bag, taking off your work shirt and replacing it with a baggy Beatles t-shirt. You leave the back room and Iris smirks at you, saying “Enjoy the rest of your day, Y/N,” teasing you. You jab her side with your elbow jokingly as you walk past her and then return to Jake, who has put his sunglasses back on, covering his eyes once again as he leans against the window with his hands in his pockets.

“Know any good places to go around here? I’m still new, so I haven’t exactly claimed any regular haunts just yet,” you say, trying to lighten the mood with him a bit. He smiles and says, “Yeah, I know a place,” opening the door for you to walk through, then following you out.

His car is parked right in front of the store, which you notice as he unlocks it with his eyes and then opens the passenger side door for you to get in. It’s a nice car, which doesn’t surprise you given the level of fame they’ve risen to. He rounds the car and gets in on the other side, sitting down and starting it. You drive for about five minutes before pulling into the parking lot of a cozy-looking diner.

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Jake walks up to the hostess stand to get you both a table and you sit down at a little booth in the corner of the restaurant. The place has a retro aesthetic and each table is decorated with a mini jukebox where you can enter song requests from the catalogue. The waitress comes to bring you glasses of water and you take a look at the menu.

“This place is so cute!” you say, looking up at him. He’s smiling down at the menu to himself and says “I thought you might like it. This is Josh’s favorite place.” The idea of that makes you happy, knowing that you and his twin were so similar. “I should have guessed. Josh has great taste…” You order a cheeseburger and fries and Jake gets a sandwich. Now, here comes the hard part.

He takes his glasses off and slips them into his shirt pocket again, then laces his fingers together and places his hands on top of the table. His dark, chestnut eyes look into yours with a hint of sadness. He takes a deep breath and then decides to break the silence. “Y/N… I’m really sorry that I didn’t reach out after that night. Things really took off after the end of that tour and it got the better of me. I should’ve checked in with you,” he says, reaching across the table to place his hand over yours. You flick your eyes down to where your hands met and then back up to him, smiling timidly.

“Jake, you didn’t owe me anything. We only spent one night together, I’m sure you’ve spent plenty of nights with lots of different girls. I didn’t want to hold onto the hope that this was something more than it was.” You look up at him to wait for his reply, and he seems wounded by our words. He shakes his head a bit and squeezes your hand lightly.

“I never intended to make you think that I didn’t care for you. Because I do. More than I ever thought was possible. That wasn’t just a one-time thing for me, you’re not just another girl. You walked into our show blind, not knowing the band or who I was, and when I looked at you in the crowd, I could tell that you just saw me for me. Not just a rockstar in your favorite band, or someone who you can use to get whatever you want.”

He brings his hand from your hand to your cheek, cupping it and stroking it with his thumb sweetly. “You saw me and you heard my music and that was all you cared about. I’ve never had that before, ever. It’s something that I’ve been chasing ever since and I still haven’t been able to find it anywhere else, even after all this time…”

Your eyes soften as you look at him and how he’s pouring his heart out to you. “I’m sorry that I didn’t call. I wanted to, I just… I guess I felt embarrassed. I didn’t want to bother you after all this time if I was just one night to you. I wasn’t sure if you’d felt the same way and I didn’t want you to think I’d moved here for the wrong reasons, like I was obsessed with you or something.”

He continues to rub his thumb along your cheek as he answers. “Sweetheart, you were never just one night to me. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you ever since that night. Not just because of how good you felt under me,” he says with a smirk, “but because of how well you got along with my family, your love for music, and the kindness in your heart. You’re one of a kind, Y/N.” “Can we start over?” you ask, looking up into his eyes. “Yeah. We can start over,” he says with a smile.

The food comes shortly after and the two of you catch up as you eat. You learn that they finished their last huge tour a few months ago and that they have a new one planned to start in just two weeks. Their album comes out in two weeks as well, which he seems quite proud of. They worked on it for a long time while touring and Jake describes it as the best he’s ever made, sonically. You tell him that you look forward to listening to it, which makes his face light up.

You’re on your way home now, and you look over at him as he’s driving. You can see his eyes behind his sunglasses as they face the road, still dark and alluring as ever. You want to just lean over and bring your lips to his, closing the gap that’s been open for years, but you know that it can’t work that way. Just because you didn’t reach out doesn’t change the fact that he hasn’t either.

From what you know now, he had been back in California in March for their Dreams in Gold tour and he didn’t call either. The two of you have a lot to figure out and need to get to know each other now. You didn’t spend very much time together all those years ago, so there was a lot that you didn’t know about each other. There was a lot of lost time to make up for, and you know better now than to give in to him so soon.

You pull up to your house and Jake puts the car in park. He rests his arm on the center console and then brings the other up to brush some of your hair out of your face. “Can I take you out? A proper date, I’ll wear my best dress for you,” he jokes, smirking at you. You pretend to think about it, bringing your fingers to your chin, and say, “Hmm… I suppose I’ll have the time. But that dress better have cleavage or else I’ll turn right back around.” He chuckles and caresses your cheek with his thumb and then unlocks the car doors.

You grab your bag and open the door, stepping out of the car, and he says, “Same number, right?” You nod, smiling shyly as you shut the door and walk up to your front porch. You turn back around and see him still sitting there, smiling at you. You wave goodbye then head into the house, shutting the door behind you and leaning your back against it, sinking to the floor. You throw your head back against the door and groan, feeling so exhausted by the day you’ve had. The noise causes Sophie to pop her head out of the kitchen, making a confused face as she sees you sitting on the hardwood floor.

“You good there, babe?” she asks, walking toward you. You shake your head and she leans down to join you on the floor. She lets you rest your head on her shoulder as she rubs circles into your back for a moment then asks, “What happened?” You lean back to look at her. “I saw him, Soph. He came into my work this afternoon. We went to lunch and we talked a bit but I just don’t know… I feel like shit. He asked me why I didn’t call him and he just looked so sad. I didn’t even have a good answer for him. The only reason is that I was scared, and that’s a stupid reason,” you say, throwing your head against the door again.

“We said we’d start over, get to know each other better. He wants to take me to dinner later this week.” Sophie looks at you with a sympathetic expression and says, “Well, that’s good, babe. Right?” You think about it for a moment. “I don’t know. What happens if I get too attached? He’s leaving for another tour in two weeks and will be gone for god knows how long. We’re not really labeling it and I’m just gonna be here, while he’s playing all around the country. What if I just get my heart broken?” you say, standing up from the floor and pulling Sophie up with you.

“Don’t think about it like that, hon. He can only hurt you if you let him. Just give it a chance, you never know,” she says, rubbing your arm affectionately. You sigh. “You’re right. I’ll think about it. I’m gonna go lie down,” you say, then head upstairs to your room.

You flop onto your bed and curl up under the covers, full of questions and anxiety. You pull your phone out of your pocket and finally take it off of Do Not Disturb, which has been on since you left for work this morning. Much to your surprise, you already have a message from Jake.

Sir Jacob⚔️: Friday night? 8 o’clock?

You: perfect :)

You: thanks again for lunch. i really enjoyed it.

Sir Jacob⚔️: Anything for you, sweetheart. I’ll pick you up at 8.

You: you’re sweet. see you then

You plug your phone into the charger and then stand up to get changed. As you’re grabbing comfier clothes from the dresser, you see Jake’s bracelet sitting there on the vanity next to it. You pick it up and look down at it. Finding this a few weeks ago was a bit of a premonition, huh? Still, you smile to yourself and decide to slide it over your wrist before getting changed for bed. You tuck in and close your eyes, wondering what the next few weeks will bring for you.

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remember the nights | chapter four — the willow tree

WORD COUNT — 2,390

WARNINGS — talk of parental death and parental abandonment, cheating, and divorce

NOTES — god i love this chapter with everything i have i'm not kidding

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Since your first ‘official’ group hang out last Friday, you’d nearly been jumping at any opportunity to hang out with the group. Sure, when you read into it it sounded borderline creepy, but you couldn’t help it. You’d never had that much fun with your friends before, even in the city, where pretty much anything and everything was at your fingertips.

You could only compare it to the high you felt the first time you’d ever watched a musical in a theater. You were a freshman at the time, and your dad surprised you with tickets by calling you out of school in the middle of the day. You’d never forget the magical, light feeling that filled your chest throughout the show, watching everything happen all at once and so quickly, admiring the performer’s work in real time. It had been such a rush that, for the following four days, everything felt dull, and all you wanted was to relive that night over and over again for the rest of your life.

Today was Thursday, and although everyone would be hanging out again tomorrow at Mickey’s, some of the group had decided to hang out at the park again, anyway. All of you did have some form of curfew for weeknights, so it would be bordering on sunset when you would meet at the park, before one by one, you’d all have to head home at one time or another.

When you’d left school, it was agreed — everyone would meet at 6pm by the gate. But as you got home, and the evening crept onward to the time you were supposed to leave, the texts began trickling in, and before you knew it, almost everyone had canceled. Whether it was family obligations, chores, or — in Harriet and Sonya’s case — couple time to themselves, everyone who was involved in the initial plan had canceled, aside from Newt.

Not long after the final cancellation text came through — Minho, saying that his parents had family coming into town and needed to help get the house ready — your phone began to ring from its place on your bed, where you sat writing the last few sentences of your history homework.

You pushed the textbook and workbook from your lap, reaching for the phone only to see that Newt’s contact was the one lighting up your screen. You prepared for another cancellation excuse before pressing the bright green ‘accept’ button and holding the phone to your ear. “What’s up?”

Newt’s voice filtered through the speaker almost immediately. “We’re still hanging out tonight, right?”

“Yeah, we are,” you said, “but it’s just gonna be us, if that’s alright. Literally everyone else canceled.”

“Really?” Newt asked, and you muttered a confirmation in response.

You sighed, leaning back on your bed frame. “I know we were supposed to go to the park, but Minho has the key, so… is there anywhere else you’d wanna hang out?”

“Actually, yeah,” Newt replied. “I’ll be there to pick you up soon, yeah? Half an hour.”

“Got it.” You nodded. “Half an hour.”

With Newt’s final goodbye, you picked your book back up and finished off what little you had left of your history homework. As you did though, you thought about spending time with Newt, just Newt, and how you haven’t had the chance to do so since he gave you the tour of the school. The thought seemed to bring an untameable smile to your face.

By the time Newt’s car appeared in the driveway, and Newt at the front door, you had packed all your schoolwork away, pushed your hair back (after attempting four different styles), and grabbed a hoodie to wear. Whatever makeup you’d put on at the beginning of the day was mostly worn off now, and you didn’t see a point in reapplying anything, because as long as your mascara and eyeliner weren’t majorly smudged, you were okay with how it looked.

Newt came in after you greeted him at the door, giving you time to gather up what you needed to and to slip your shoes on, and he talked with Maggie and your dad as they watched a movie in the living room. When you finally stepped out of the house, the sky was painted with an array of oranges, fading into various pinkish red tones, and finally, a beautiful purple that got deeper and more rich the higher in the sky it went.

“So, what are we doing tonight?” You asked as Newt reversed out of the driveway.

“I was thinking we’d grab some food from Mickey’s and hang out over on the field by the school?” Newt suggested, turning onto the main road. “Nothing extreme, y’know? We have all night tomorrow to do that.”

You nodded and told him that it was a great idea, looking out the window as he drove. It was getting visibly darker with every passing moment, and the lights on Newt’s dash and radio were glowing a bluish green when he parked in front of the diner. When you stepped out, you were met with a subtle breeze, which was quickly overtaken by the warmth of the diner.

It was quiet inside, with only a few straggling patrons scattered around. Mickey greeted you both at the counter with his usual bright smile as you sat on the stools, ready to order. “Aren’t you two supposed to be here tomorrow?”

“Yeah, but you know me, Mickey.” Newt smiled cheekily. “I just can’t get enough of your amazing food.”

Mickey laughed before taking your orders — you, another loaded burger meal and double chocolate milkshake, and Newt, a crispy chicken burger and vanilla milkshake. Newt ended up paying for the food, but only after you argued about it and settled on you paying for his food tomorrow.

You admired the retro style of the diner as you sat and waited for your food to arrive, noticing all of the pictures on the walls, the vintage clocks, and achievements the establishment had seemed to receive over the many years it’d been running. Through the order window, though, you noticed a boy your age, frying up your burger.

Newt seemed to read your mind and follow your line of sight, because not long after you noticed the boy, he told you, “That’s Frypan.”

“Hmm?”

“The cook, back there.” Newt explained. “His real name’s Siggy, but everyone calls him Fry or Frypan. Even his parents, and Mickey. Frypan’s Mickey’s grandson.”

You only nodded, waving at Frypan along with Newt when he caught sight of you and smiled politely. Once Frypan was done with your orders, he bagged them up and brought it over to you at the counter.

“What’s up, Newt?”

“Hey, Fry,” Newt said, scratching at the back of his neck. “Things good?”

“Yep,” Frypan nodded, handing over the bag of takeout, before looking over to you.

You smiled at him again and said, “I’m Y/n. Thomas’... step-sister? I think.”

Frypan laughed and nodded, his smile wider than before. “Nice to meet you, Y/n.”

“I think step-sister’s the right word,” Newt said. “Tommy told us about her, remember?”

“I remember,” Frypan nodded as he leant against the counter. “Said a lot about you when you guys would hang out and stuff. Didn’t you get him lost in Times Square once or something?”

You scoffed out a laugh. “I think he got that story mixed up. He was the one who got us lost. Dumbass thought he could get us around New York without a map because he’d been there a few times before. And he didn’t even go to Times Square any of those times, by the way.”

Both boys laughed at your retelling of the story as you smiled, watching Mickey place two to-go cups next to the bag of food. “There y’all go. I’ll see y’all tomorrow, okay?”

“Yeah, see you tomorrow, guys. See you later, Fry.” Newt nodded, waving goodbye before standing and grabbing the bag of food.

You waved the pair goodbye happily as you grabbed the drinks and slid out of the stool, following Newt out the door, blinds clanking on the door behind you, and back into the car. The sky had darkened exponentially since you’d been inside, and the brief breeze you felt when you arrived had taken a more permanent residence in the air, cooling your skin.

As Newt headed over to the school, staying on the main road, you snacked on fries from the bag that rested on your lap. A song filtered through the speakers, muffled by the static of a distant radio tower, and dim street lamps lit the way for you. You would’ve been perfectly content simply sitting in the car and driving around until curfew, but Newt had other plans.

He parked in the school parking lot, in one of the spaces closest to the field. It was unusual to see the parking lot empty, to see the school devoid of light and students lingering around. You and Newt stepped out of the car, and you followed him as he rounded the back, opening the trunk and pulling a thin blanket from it before heading out to the field, blanket tucked under one arm, a milkshake in hand and the bag of food in the other.

Soon, one milkshake became two, along with a heavy bag filled with food, and you ended up handling a minor juggling act while Newt laid out the blanket at the base of the willow tree he pointed out to you on the first day. When he was done, he took his milkshake and the bag of food from you, allowing you to sit next to him on the blanket while he sorted out the food.

For a little while, there was nothing but the sound of the wildlife at night while you enjoyed your food together. This, however, gave your mind time to wind down several paths of thought, and it didn’t take you long to put your burger back in its wrapper and face the blond to your left.

“Why doesn’t Sonya have an accent?”

“What?” Newt asked, still chewing his food.

“You have an accent.” You stated. “And Sonya’s only a year younger than you, so she should have an accent, too, right? But she doesn’t, so, why not?”

Newt swallowed his food, took a sip of his milkshake, and cleared his throat before speaking. “We moved here from London when we were pretty young. I was eight, and Sonya was almost seven. Small town people can be quite… harsh, but I didn’t quite mind what the kids in school were saying about how we talked. Sonya did, though. I guess kids in her grade were harsher toward her. Anyway, she started to train her voice to sound American, and now she doesn’t have an accent.”

All you could think of to respond was nod. It seemed like a simple enough answer, despite how heartbreaking it really was, and so you left it at that and went back to eating your burger. No more conversation occurred between the two of you until you were cramming the empty wrappers and fry containers into the takeout bag.

“Why’s your dad marrying Maggie?”

Confused, your face scrunched as you looked at Newt.

“You got to ask a question, so now I’m asking one.” Newt shrugged. “So, why’s your dad marrying Maggie?” After a moment, it seemed like Newt realized what kind of question he’d asked. “If you don’t want to answer, you don’t have to. I’m just curious.”

“No, no it’s fine.” You assured him, taking a deep breath. “It’s not his first marriage, or anything like that. And my mom wasn’t some horrible, evil woman he was just dying to get away from, either. He loved her. A lot. They met when they were teenagers and everything. She was a ballerina. A really beautiful one, too.” You explained. “When I was about seven, though, she got diagnosed with breast cancer. I can barely remember it anymore, but I know she was a great mom, and a great wife. She died when I was ten. Maggie’s the first woman I’ve met that’s been able to make my dad laugh like my mom used to.”

Newt stayed silent for a few moments, the heavy atmosphere you brought to the conversation settling in your chests. He picked at a loose thread in the blanket before speaking. “I wish my mum could find someone like that.”

“Why?” You asked, your voice soft. “What happened to your dad?”

“He’s an asshole,” Newt snapped, tilting his head all the way back to look at the pieces of sky that poked through the leaves, leaning on his elbows for support. “He moved us halfway across the world, away from my mum’s family, away from her whole bloody life, for a job offer, only to quit and chase some bleach blonde woman who’s half his age to Florida and mail my mum divorce papers. He didn’t even have the decency to sign them in person.”

The anger and resentment Newt held for his father was clear in his tone, rolling off his words in harsh waves.

Hesitantly, you placed a hand over Newt’s twisting your body to fully face him. “You’re right, Newt. Your dad is an asshole. And he missed out on watching you grow up, on seeing you turn into one of the kindest, most caring people I’ve ever met. But that just means that you didn’t need him to be the person you are today.”

Though Newt’s eyes remained on the sky, you could see tears gathering along his waterline, the gleam of the stars reflecting within them. For a moment, you both stayed that way, until Newt shifted and pulled your body into his, arms wrapping around your neck as he gripped you in a tight hug. You wrapped your arms around his torso, pulling him a little closer. The heavy atmosphere felt a little lighter, now, and you did, too, knowing that something between you and Newt had shifted, that you knew each other better now.

After the mood lifted, you both finished your drinks and laid back on the thin, cold blanket, hands on your stomachs as you talked and looked at the sky through the drooping curtains of the willow tree’s leaves.

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blackestnight · 2 years

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12: feast of famine

Prompt: Miss the boat

Word count: 721

A little on the nose, but then again, where one door closes, another opens...or where one boat leaves, another also leaves, but you’re on time for that other one?

“Bad news, kiddo,” Haruki said, lifting his hand to ward off the La Noscean morning sun-glare. “The roster filled up last night. Sounds like the Endeavor decided to weigh anchor early.”

Mune, perched on one of the steps leading down to the pier, looked up from where he’d been picking at the laces of his boots. “Sorry,” he said, his shoulders hunched high enough almost to hit his horns.

Haruki shrugged. Technically it was his fault they were late—Mune had put off all his schoolwork until the day before they were set to teleport to Limsa, and Haruki enforced a strict no-studying-on-vacation policy—meaning they had landed in Eorzea a full half-day later than intended. He probably would have been more upset about it were it not for the fact that Mune was clearly already disappointed in himself, so any more punishment would just be salting the wound.

Still that left them with two sets of fishing gear and no boat to use it on. Not that they couldn’t just cast a line off any wall overlooking the sea, there were dozens of people doing that already, but Haruki didn’t think that qualified as an adventure. But he’d always been good about going with the flow, as it were.

He crouched down in front of Mune, who gave him a tragic look in return, and said, “Hold up your right hand.”

Mune, who admittedly was mostly immune to Haruki’s nonsense, still managed to look like a kicked puppy when he did, but that was fine; this called for a bit of seriousness. “Okay,” he muttered.

“Repeat after me,” Haruki told him. “I solemnly swear—”

The pout pinched into suspicion with impressive speed, which was wise. “I solemnly swear—”

“—to do my schoolwork on time—”

“—and eat all my veggies—”

“—and—Dad, I always eat my vegetables—”

“—and to clean my room the first time my super awesome father asks, instead of the fifth—”

“Dad.” It was looks like that, Haruki thought, that made it obvious that Mune and Hanami were related.

“Close enough,” Haruki declared, and clapped his raised right hand into Mune’s own, using the leverage to pull them both to their feet. “The Endeavor won’t have another expedition until the day after tomorrow, but there’s a ferry to Costa del Sol this afternoon, and it’s supposed to be heavy rain all day. And,” he added, “Dryskthota at the registry counter said there’s a local legend that when the rains come down hard, sea dragons show up.”

Mune’s eyes widened. “Really?”

“Yeah! Well, maybe.” Haruki stooped again to pick up the fishing rods where they’d been laying on the stones—he preferred spear fishing, honestly, but it wasn’t practical on big boats—and handed one to Mune. “The guild here gives out big bounties to anyone who can catch one. How’s that sound for a fishing adventure?”

Mune clutched at the fishing rod. “I guess,” he said. “But is it a cool dragon?”

“What do you mean, a cool dragon?” Haruki said, already steering them back up away from the docks. “All dragons are cool.”

“I guess,” Mune repeated. His mood had visibly lifted, even as he tried to disguise his smile by watching his feet. “But Hana-obasan took me to see flying dragons that breathed fire. Those were cool dragons.”

Haruki clutched at his chest. “Betrayed,” he said. “Honestly. I take you to meet a river god, and this is the thanks I get. Don’t I automatically get cool points for being your dad? You don’t think your old man is cool?”

“That’s not how that works!” Mune insisted, with a snicker. “That is the opposite of how that works!”

“Brat,” Haruki said, suddenly, helplessly fond. “Guess I’ll have to try harder. Are you hungry?”

Mune nodded, because he was, after all, a teenager, and therefore ate like an Atomos. Haruki remembered his own mothers lamenting his supposed hollow leg when he was Mune’s age.

“Good,” he said. “Because the ferry doesn’t leave until after lunch, and apparently there’s a place by the docks that serves this seafood rice dish in pans bigger than my head. We can probably finish most of it off between us.”

“Really?” Mune repeated, somewhere between skeptical and amazed, and Haruki barked a laugh as he herded them on through the streets.

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— frozen hearts: prologue —

Warnings: strong language, fake relationship, angst if you squint

Summary: Bucky suggest something he didn’t think through

A/N: First chapter comes out on December 21st. I know it’s a long way, but a new chapter is going to be publish everyday!

Edit: I’ve changed the schedule but I’ll be sure to let you guys know exactly when because I feel like it still might change with my schoolwork and so.

“What am I supposed to do, Tasha?” You groaned, putting your head in your hands. You had been at this for an hour since you arrived, flopping onto Natasha’s couch and complaining about the upcoming family gathering. Natasha, being your best friend, listened silently, letting you vent out your frustrations. You were currently hunched over the armrest of her couch, mumbling against your hands that your grandma and other family members were going to kill you with questions.

“Not go?” Natasha shrugged, bringing over a mug of coffee that she insisted to make for you and herself—mostly for her headache. You gave her an incredulous look, sitting up straight and grabbing the extended mug meant for you.

“I can’t not go,” you replied before taking a sip of the coffee. “Thanks for the coffee. Almost everyone is coming. At least Matthew and his family are definitely coming and then my grandparents. Ma would kill me if I didn’t come to meet them this time. Plus, I’m leaving tomorrow—you know that.”

You loved all of your family, extended or not, but sometimes they were a bit much. Your grandma was a whole different situation, being conservative of how things were back in her day. She would remind you that by your age, which was 24, she had had a kid and was having her second—which turned out to be twins; your dad and Uncle Liam. Hence why you had a huge family. It was crazy, but you wouldn’t say that you hated your grandma. She had always taken care of you; brought you snacks when you forgot to eat, helped you learn to cook your favourite’s, did your hair in more than one way, and so on. It was just her nosiness and judgement that was irritating.

Natasha blew on her coffee, looking over the rim of the mug at you. She took a few seconds to sip on her coffee, thinking over all of the things you had told her in the past hour or so. She glanced at the clock, 1:47 bright red on the black screen. Steve would be here by two to take her out for the date they had planned.

“They’re going to grill you about your love life, right?” Natasha started, snapping her fingers as an idea formed in her head. You nodded and took a bigger sip of your coffee. “Get a fake date!”

You furrowed your eyebrows, initially going to shake your head once before you thought about it more thoroughly. It wasn’t a bad idea. No, it was far from a bad idea. Having someone to act as your boyfriend for a few days while you visit some of your family would have your family off your back for at least a year. You could fake a messy break up and then no one would force you to date for another year or two. It would be a quiet and peaceful two-ish years.

“Who would agree to be my fake date though?” You asked Natasha, seeing as she had lightened up when you started the question. She opened her mouth to respond, but was cut off when the door whipped open, two voices arguing about something.

“What am I supposed to do? Listen to Wilson before my ears bleed?”

“He doesn’t talk that much! You’re just being a dramatic little shit!”

“Says the one who cried over a pizza slice!”

“Hey Nat,” Steve said, leaning over the couch to give her a kiss on the cheek. “Hey, Y/N.” He reached over to ruffle your hair.

“Hi, Steve,” you mumbled, bringing your mug up to your lips again.

“Hey, Natasha. Y/S,” Bucky greeted, smiling charmingly at the two of you. You knew a fake smile when you saw it, but didn’t say anything snarky at him, already having more important things than your rivalry with him.

Honestly, you didn’t really know why he hated you. You two had been introduced to each other when Natasha and Steve had started dating back in your second year in college. The second Bucky laid eyes on you, it seemed he made it his goal to make your life a living hell. At first you ignored his teasing, thinking that that was just because you two were new company. But a year later, when he got back from his second tour, the teasing just got worse and you finally started snapping back at him. It was constant head-butting and bickering from then on for the two of you, arguments that had never gone anything further than verbal.

You let your lips curl slightly before hiding behind your mug again. Your ears were on fire, silently hoping that none of them had heard the conversation between you and Natasha. You glanced at Natasha, aiming to catch her eye before she said anything and Bucky teased you about this.

“What were you ladies talking about?” Steve asked, taking a seat on the armchair beside Natasha. Bucky had to sit down on the one closer to you.

“Nothing,” you said just as Natasha responded with, “Y/N’s family crisis.” Steve and Bucky looked between the two of you, glancing expectantly for a more detailed answer. Natasha had shot you with an apologetic look the second she noticed that you didn’t want your life in the spotlight.

“I, uh, have to go to a family gathering at a cabin in Canada,” you explained, averting your eyes from the two men, staring at your almost empty cup. “They do this every year during the Christmas holidays.”

“I don’t see a problem with that, Y/S,” Bucky quipped lazily, leaning into the armchair and giving you a smirk. He gazed into your eyes, already feeling like he was floating.

You had always been a nice person, not necessarily to him, but he wasn’t blind. He saw the way you treated others with care and respect, with a patience that he loved. He couldn’t deny the crush he had on you since day one, but he could definitely hide it well. Well enough for you to hate him. Once he saw you be fascinated rather than disgusted by his metal prosthetic, he knew he didn’t deserve you. You were too good for him. You were someone who deserved so much more than a broken guy like him.

When you glared at him, he made his smirk bigger—if that was possible. “The thing is,” you went on, looking at Steve now, “my family’s going to grill my love life, hoping I’ve found “the one” in the past year.” You huffed out a breath, the stress of this causing you to be on the verge of tears.

“You could always fake a date?” Steve suggested, earning him an approving look from Natasha.

“That’s exactly what I said,” she sang, placing her mug on the coffee table. “This is why I love you.”

You glanced down at your almost empty mug. “But who would agree to a fake date? And that too to meet my family?”

“You could take Sam,” Steve said quickly, his eyes lighting up. “He knows you pretty well and he’s really good at lying. Plus, I’m pretty sure he’d do anything for you.”

“That’s a horrible idea,” Bucky interrupted, his voice cutting into the air like a knife. You looked at him with a raised eyebrow, already having a few retorts on the tip of your tongue. But something about the way he looked at you and the couple made you stop.

“So what do you suggest, Barnes?” You asked the question that you thought would make him speechless and flustered, but to your surprise, he said the one thing that you would have laughed at if you weren’t so desperate.

“Take me.”

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fangirl3200 · 2 years

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I wanted to write something for Valentine’s Day because it’s cute. This was very rushed and may not be very good but it’s what I got. Also what are these things called because I called them energon tools. idk their real name

Yeah these things.

Anyway, this is sort of two years after season 4. On a Sunday where they’re altogether for dinner.

Also Cody and Frankie are like 16 now.

Genre: fluff

Ships: Cody x Frankie, Blades x Heatwave a little bit

No title because they’re unnecessary, it’s a valentines story

“Hey Cody, what are you working on?” Blades looked over Cody’s shoulder as he worked furiously at something, “and why are you in the bunker instead of the garage with everyone else?”

Cody twisted around and covered Blades’ view of his project, “nothing, it’s just for school,” he didn’t lie very often and was really bad at it.

Blades squinted, “rigid posture, rapid blinking, nervous smile, I think you’re lying!” He pointed accusingly.

“What?” Cody laughed off the accusation, “why would I lie? You know me, Blades, I don’t lie.”

“Not usually, that’s what makes it obvious when you do”

“Why would I even lie to you about schoolwork?” Cody waved Blades off.

“That’s what I’m trying to figure out,” blades squinted more and leaned even closer.

Cody laughed at a higher pitch.

After an uncomfortable minute, the garage floor lowered and Chief Burns and Heatwave came down.

“What are you two doing?” Heatwave asked as he walked over.

“Cody’s hiding something from me,” Blades straightened back up but kept his arms crossed.

“Cody? Hiding something?” Heatwave looked down at the blonde, who was pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Son, is this true?” Chief Burns walked over.

“Look, it’s…it’s a gift for…a friend,” he fumbled an explanation.

“It’s a valentine's gift for Frankie isn’t it?” Chief smiled at his son who was looking at the floor.

“How did-…Yeah, ok? It is,” he admitted, “now please leave me alone.”

The Chief smiled and patted Cody’s back, “ok, I’ll get what I came down for and head back up.”

“One question though,” Blades said, “What is Valentine’s Day?”

“A day where people give gifts to people they love,” Cody explained.

“Don’t people do that on every holiday?” Heatwave asked.

The Chief came back with the book he came for, “on valentines it’s usually only gifts for people you love romantically.”

“Oh, OH. oh,” Blades said, realizing what Cody’s gift would mean, “AWWWWWWW”

Cody sighed.

“So what’s the gift?” Heatwave asked after a quiet moment.

“It’s something Graham helped me design, a mini gyroscope in a vacuum tube. It will spin forever as long as the seal isn’t broken.”

“So science stuff,” Heatwave smirked.

“Yeah, I know, it’s stupid-“

“She’ll love it,” Heatwave said, “especially since it’s from you,”

Cody finally looked up, “thanks Heatwave, I just hope I can get it done in time for school tomorrow”

“Hey Cody, what are you doing down there?” Frankie’s head peeped through the fire pole gap, “they’re about to start dishing pie!”

“Coming, Frankie,” Cody dashed towards the elevator but turned as he ran, “you guys come too! And don’t touch my ‘school project’.”

“We’ll be there in a sec,” Heatwave called,”I still have to get what I came for.” They waited while the elevator took Cody back to the garage.

“I’ll only be a moment, wait for me ok?” Heatwave explained.

“Ok,” blades nodded.

Heatwave dashed behind the corner and into his small storage area. Each bots was allowed a small closet size of space. Heatwave had used it to mostly store the energon tools he didn’t want to carry around but underneath them, he kept a few sentimental items. One of Kade’s old fire helmets, a rusted piece of the boat he had scanned so many years ago, a holopicture of his team right after they graduated, and the thing he was looking for now, a bright red beanbag that would easily fit any of the bots. He dragged it toward the tv.

“Hey Blades,” he called quietly and the copter bots walked over to where Heatwave had set the beanbag. Blades gasped and smiled.

“I bought this for the team but didn’t really want them knowing it’s from me. Figured you could say that you bought it.”

Blades was almost jumping up and down, “thank you so much, Heatwave!” He whisper shouted.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Blades,” Heatwave smiled and patted the other bot’s back, “but this wasn’t from me, remember?”

“Ok,” Blades was too happy to get hung up on little details.

“Are you two coming back?” Kade asked down the hole.

“Nope!” Blades shouted, settling nicely into the sack.

“Yes, Kade, we’re coming back,” Heatwave had to practically drag his friend back.

“Wait, was that a romantic gift like Cody said?” Blades whispered.

“What? No, no” Heatwave groaned, “I didn’t know that it was a romantic thing ok?”

“I guess,” Blades crossed his arms, “I guess we do have next year.”

*magical scene change*

The next day (valentines day)

“Hey Frankie!” Cody called, running through the crowd. He had accidentally slept through his alarm, and was later than he would’ve liked to be.

“Hey, Cody!” Frankie smiled as he wiggled his way towards her, “Got a valentine this year?” She lightly teased.

“That depends,” Cody offered her the tube with the gyroscope, “do you want to be my valentine?”

Frankie was shocked for a short second but smiled, “of course!” She hugged Cody, “I was wondering when you’d finally ask.” She started to walk toward her next class.

“W-what do you mean?” Cody stopped her as she reached the door.

“Like Blades said yesterday, you’re a terrible liar,” she pecked him on the cheek and ducked into her class just as the bell rang.

Hope you liked it ❤️

#transformers #tfrb #transformers rescue bots #valentines #valentine’s day #fanfic #heatwave #blades #cody burns #frankie greene #aligned continuity #rescue bots

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exquisitley-obsessed · 4 years

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The Dinosaur and the Vampire Part Two (carlisle cullen x reader)

Request: hi can you do a one shot for Twilight where the reader is best friends with Bella and is there at the car crash in the first movie, they go to hospital and that’s where the reader meets Carlisle, really fluffy, thanks

Word Count: Long

Pairings: Carlisle Cullen x Reader

Warnings: nothing

A/N: This is part two of this request because it was so highly requested!! Thank you so much for the love and support!! I’m back re-reading the twilight series so if you have any requests just send them my way<3

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“I’ll see if we can sort this thing out.”

It was the last thing he had said to her with a small and yet reassuring smile before he turned and walked through those pale doors and apparently, y/n’s life. She hadn’t seen Dr Cullen since the day of the accident. Hell, she had barely seen his adopted children. Spring was warming into summer, the sun glittering down through the immense greenery and the Cullens were never around when it was sunny.

Bella and Edward were getting closer with every passing day. He had taken over their morning ride together, stopping by in his silver Volvo to pick Bella up, every so often flashing a smile at y/n as she climbed into her own less flashy car. Edward was kind enough to leave Bella to y/n after school, considering they both finished with gym. It was precious time for the pair as they recounted their day and filled each other in on gossip, none of it proving to be that interesting. Well, apart from the budding romance between Bella and Edward.

Despite y/n’s secret complaints every time Bella disappeared from a study session or cancelled a trip to Port Angeles, she knew her prejudice came from no genuine malice toward Edward. After all, he was lovely. Since the day of the accident his attitude towards y/n had done a 180, before he had never so much as spared her a glance and now he smiled at her in the corridor, even sat next to her in English, the only class they shared together. He made little conversation, most of it was inquiring after Bella but it was nice to have made a new friend.

It just seemed unfair. They way he had spoken in the hospital made it seem as if something would happen, perhaps an apology gift or an invitation to their mansion up in the woods. Something. Edward’s cordial behaviour was pleasant but in no way satisfactory. Y/n wished in every spare moment to see the doctor again, and when she wasn’t wishing to see him she was imagining what it would be like to see him. Maybe he’d pick the Cullen’s up after school or maybe there would be some big event in town which everyone went to. It was a silly thought since the Cullens were rarely grouped with ‘everyone’. So her mind of drifted to the idea of herself being injured, dragged into hospital only to have his face, angelic and flushed in light hovering above her.

“Stupid.” She muttered under her breath, dismissing the thought instantly. Bella threw her a glance, “Forgot to carry the one.” Y/n lied as she smiled and looked back down at her barely touched maths homework. All this pining and obsessive thinking made her feel so little and insignificant. She felt like a student with a crush on their teacher, and in many ways she was. Every time his name or ivory face rolled into her mind a small voice in her head protested.

She hated that voice. It was the one that reminded her she was only a junior in high school. The one that mocked her, told her that he was an adult with a job, a medical job that must have demanded a couple of years of study pushing him into his late twenties. What doctor has time for a high school student with a crush. A crush that was so overt she couldn’t even talk to Bella about it. Bella who had quickly grown into becoming her best friend, Bella who was dating Carlisle’s adopted son, Bella who was currently packing her things into her bag with haste.

“Where are you going?” Y/n hated the small whine in her voice and tried to play it off with a smile. She wanted to be happy for Bella and Edward and deep down she was, they were just a reminder that she was getting nowhere with her own crush and, most likely, never would.

“I’m running up to Edward’s to pick up his Bio questions. I forgot about them and he offered to help.” She smiled, oblivious to y/n’s anguish.

They were camped out in Bella’s room, a strange sounding CD playing in the background as they finished off their schoolwork. It had become a bit of a ritual to spend time with each other doing insignificant things. Bella was nice like that, never desperate to go anywhere or really do anything, happy to stay inside. Plus Charlie liked having y/n in the house, he was always asking her questions about her parents, grateful Bella was able to make such a good friend so soon.

“M’kay.” Y/n followed in suit, shoving her unfinished problems into her bag. This was her cue to leave. “How is Edward by the way?”

“He’s...fine?” Bella smiled wryly through her lashes, “Why are you asking?”

“Oh, it’s just, you always fill me in on your gossip but never actually tell me how he is.” Y/n smiled back as they both padded down the stairs.

“He’s fine. I think. His family’s a bit nervous about us actually.”

“Oh.” Y/n tried to make her voice sound as inconspicuous as possible, hiding her feral craving for more information on the Cullens.

“Well...it’s mostly just Rosaline, you know the blonde one.”

“The gorgeous one.”

“They’re all gorgeous.” Bella sighed.

“You got that right.” Y/n muttered under her breath. Pale hair melting into pale skin - the human equivalent of snow.

“Anyways,” Bella sighed not hearing her, “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Yup!” Y/n called over her shoulder as she hopped the fence between their two houses, pulling the keys out of her pocket.

A loud engine revved distantly followed by the squealing of car tires as a silver blur flashed down the street before halting in front of them. Edward. He was out of the car quickly, a broad grin stretched across his cheeks. He was smiling at Bella, of course. Y/n was happy for them, smiling to herself as she pushed her keys into the door.

“Hey y/n!” His voice was both silken and broad.

“Hey!” Y/n spun around shooting him a grin, “How are you, I haven’t seen you for a while.” It was nice now that she was able to actually carry a conversation with him, that they weren’t just strangers.

“Yeah weather’s been nice, Carlisle took us up this trail in the mountains. It was beautiful.” Edward said his name so casually and yet the word stunned her for a minute. It had been so long since she had actually heard it said aloud.

“Oh,” She murmured, her breath somewhat stuck in her throat. His eyes were careful, assessing her despite his broad welcoming smile. “Well you owe me,” Y/n relaxed back into the conversation, “I’ve been taking over Bella runs to school.” His laugh was loud and rare.

“Hey!” Bella half-protested tucking a lock of hair behind her ear, “I didn’t realise I was such a burden to you guys.”

“Aw, it’s okay.” Y/n smiled, her keys feeling slippery in her fingers, “You make up for it with good conversation.” Y/n turned back to the door, mentally preparing for her night of microwaved meals and algebra.

“Y/n,” Edward’s voice surprisingly called out, “I’m running Bella up to mine for some biology questions but I wouldn’t mind if you came. I’ve got that first edition Hardy I was telling you about in English.”

The offer was most shocking to Bella who turned, utterly stunned, to gawk at her boyfriend. Y/n felt as though she had just been slapped as her heart lurched, sure her and Edward were chatty but the fact he was now inviting her to his house - the Cullens house. She did a quick mental calculation. On one hand she was invading Bella’s privacy with Edward but it was him who offered the invitation, on the other hand, well she might just see him. If it were anyone else y/n would have politely declined and been happy with soggy potatoes and Pythagoras, but she felt completely and utterly compelled to accept. The mere chance that he might be there in that house was enough for y/n to waltz her way into the back of Edward’s silver Volvo.

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Edward drove like a maniac and somehow, that made sense. Y/n gripped the edge of her seat as she glanced out the window focusing on the never ending blur of blue and green. The conversation was casual and somewhat stilted but y/n couldn’t even try to care, her mind was already there in the Cullens house. She pictured popping into Edward’s room to grab the book and bumping into him, or the scenario where he was in the kitchen, or what about seeing him as he comes home from work, wearing the same pale shirt and tie.

Y/n hated how obsessive her mind was. But it genuinely felt as though she couldn’t help it, as though she had no control over her thoughts whatsoever. A small knot had twisted its way into existence in her gut and what was worse, they had already arrived.

“You guys can stay for a bit,” Edward got out the car heading into what can only be described as a mansion. “I’m pretty sure everyone’s out.” These seemed to ease something in Bella but had the opposite effect on y/n. Trying not to think about it y/n was quick behind Edward and Bella who had loosely interlocked their fingers as they walked in.

Taking her time, y/n absorbed what was probably the most beautiful house she had ever seen. Wood and glass flowing from wall to wall in eccentric shapes and patterns. Artwork y/n would never understand slung across the walls. A grand piano, smooth like silk displayed in the corner

“Oh, y/n.” Edward called her back to reality, “I’m pretty sure I left the book in the kitchen, I was going to bring it to you tomorrow.” Y/n was taken aback.

“Wow, thanks Edward. You really didn’t have to.”

“Don’t worry about it.” He smiled, “You’re free to get it, Kitchen’s just up the stairs and to the right.” Y/n smiled at him gratefully before heading up the stairs. Partly to leave Bella and Edward in peace, partly to admire the home interrupted. She took her time going to the kitchen, admiring the way the Cullens lived. Of course they lived somewhere like this.

Once in the kitchen, y/n spotted a worn copy of ‘Tess of the d’Urbervilles’ waiting for her. Picking it up she thumbed through the first few pages noticing small faded scribbles in pencil - it would be nice to have a look in Edward’s mind.

“Y/n.”

All he said was her name and yet she knew in an instant who it was. Snapping the book shut and spinning around, there he was. His trousers were dark and tucked into them was a crisp shirt, white as skin and unbuttoned slightly, the sleeves rolled up to display his forearms. They looked like marble, pale and stony and completely solid. His silver hair was swept away from his face, his eyes a golden brown similar to Edward’s. “How did you...” he trailed off, his voice soft and distant, not a hint of anger.

“Sorry Carlisle,” Edward appeared out of thin air behind her. She took note of how he never called him ‘dad’. “I thought everyone was out. I brought y/n and Bella up to collect some things for school.” The two Cullen’s stared intensely at each other, something passing between them in that look.

“I’m sorry,” Y/n blurted after a moment, feeling as though she had intruded, “I’ve got what I came for,” She held up the book, “I can head back now.” She attempted a half-smile not meeting Carlisle’s eyes.

“It’s fine.” He said almost too quickly. His voice quiet, meditated. “You’re no bother to me.” The way he spoke, it was so elegant and unlike anyone in town. “I see you two are friends now after the accident.” Edward and y/n shared a glance.

“It was no big problem really.” Y/n felt herself melting into his presence, now more confident to steal looks at his unwavering eyes, fixed on her. “Just a scratch.”

“Still,” A smile had warmed into his stony cheeks, evidently comfortable himself as he busied himself with a folder already fanned out on the counter top, “Edward’s behaviour was unacceptable. He did apologise?” Carlisle leaned on his forearms, his smile widening.

“Yes...I did.” Edward groaned, y/n couldn’t help but giggle. He then turned to her, “You should’ve heard the verbal lashing I got when I came home.”

“Edward.” Carlisle warned, his smile dropping disapprovingly. Edward held y/n’s gaze for a moment before slowly reaching Carlisle's stare, again something seemed to pass between the two. “Did you say Bella was here?” Carlisle swiftly changed the topic.

“Yeah, I best go find her.” Edward added, the two easing the tension with expertise. “Before she falls down two flights of stairs and through a window or something.” He muttered.

“Wouldn’t put it past her.” Y/n agreed.

“Me neither.” Carlisle added distantly causing y/n to flash a smile at him. Edward bounded out of the room, distantly calling Bella’s name as he began his search. “Good book.” Carlisle commented.

“Yeah when Edward said I could borrow his first edition I was in shock to be honest.” Making conversation was disturbingly easy.

“You can take anything you want from our library, it’s full of first editions.” Carlisle said without thinking, “It’s sort of a...hobby. For us.” The way he said ‘us’ made y/n shiver, he knew that him and his family were exclusive, outsiders. Us and them, and y/n couldn’t figure out what side she was on.

“I have a feeling this one will take me a while but thanks. I’ll keep your offer in mind.” She smiled without thinking.

“It’s nice to see Edward’s making friends. We’ve been here a few years now and he’s only just branching out.”

“Well, ‘making friends’ is a bit of an overstatement,” She leaned back against the counter top, comfortable, “Technically me and Bella are the only two people he’s talked to outside of his own family. And I’m pretty sure he’s only putting up with me because I live next to Bella, that and your...verbal lashing.”

“It wasn’t that bad, honestly.” Carlisle chuckled to himself.

“Thank you though, nonetheless.” He eyed her carefully, his golden orbs flitting across her face and, unless she was mistaken, for a moment they glanced down her body.

“Your cut cleaned up perfectly.” He spoke into the silence, “No scarring at all.”

“I don’t think I would’ve minded a scar. At least it would be a conversation starter.” He laughed, it was softer than Edward’s, more rounded and from deep within his chest.

“Ah yes, then you could tell everyone about the time you walked into a car door.”

“Technically, I think the car door walked into me.” He laughed again and y/n’s chest swelled with pride. She was doing it, holding a conversation with him at ease. “It feels like ages ago now,” She pondered aloud, “And it’s really how Edward and Bella met. Funny that.”

“Yes.” He agreed, his eyes holding hers a second too long before he turned back to his paperwork. “Well,” He cleared his throat, “Best get back to business.” Almost like clockwork Edward and Bella appeared at the stairs, giggling to themselves about some inside joke.

“Yeah uh, I’ll see you around.” Y/n shot him a tentative smile. He didn’t say anything in response but his eyes were conveying an emotion she couldn’t quite comprehend. She already knew that look was going to stick with her.

“You ready to head back y/n?” Edward asked as he sidled into the kitchen. From behind him Bella shot y/n an apologetic look as if she were sorry for leaving her with Carlisle. How little she knew.

“Of course.” Y/n smiled at Edward.

“Okay, just head down to the car I’ll be down in a sec.” With one last smile at Carlisle y/n skipped a little to meet up with Bella before the pair headed downstairs. It wasn’t until they were far out the house and near the car that Bella started a conversation.

“Sorry for leaving you there.” She half-smiled.

“Don’t be.” Y/n tried not to smile too much.

“Carlisle’s lovely isn’t he?” The question caught y/n off-guard, it took her a minute to realise Bella was speaking of him as a fatherly-figure.

“Uh, yeah.” Y/n stammered, a pink flush spreading across her cheeks. Bella noticed and went to say something when she realised.

“Y/n, your book?”

“What?” Y/n was confused again before realising, looking down her lap was empty. Completely devoid of all 19th century classical text. “Shit, be back in a sec.”

And with that she was out, jumping up the house steps two at a time. When she was in the house though she slowed down again, afraid of the mere thought of falling and damaging anything within the house. As she moved through the house she became aware of somewhat raised voices.

“What game are you playing?” It was Carlisle’s voice, not angry, not anything. It was completely monotonous. It was wrong to eavesdrop but it felt like she was stuck between a rock and a hard place. On one hand it was rude to eavesdrop, on the other she was already stuck behind the corner of the kitchen and had no idea how to walk into the kitchen naturally, especially since the conversation had already begun and the Cullens would know that she must’ve heard some of it.

“I’m not doing anything.” Edward’s voice was soft as well. The pair arguing without arguing.

“What you’re doing is dangerous.”

“You’re so happy for me and Bella. Every time I enter a room all I can hear it you’re praise of approval. Why can’t you let yourself be happy.”

“Edward-”

“I’m being serious.”

“I don’t need this right now I’ve got paperwork.”

“If we were to live life your way you’d quite literally be doing paperwork for eternity.”

“The smell Edward. Even I have only so much restraint.” Whatever she was expecting to hear, it wasn’t that. Y/n was brutally offended. Surely, surely he wasn’t talking about her. Mortified, y/n tugged her shirt to her nose and inhaled deeply. It smelt like her mother’s washing detergent and y/n’s cheap perfume from Christmas. The statement had knocked her so off balance she wasn’t quite aware of Edward stalking in her direction. Hurriedly, she paced down three steps before walking up them as if it were the first time.

“Y/n.” Edward exclaimed loud enough for Carlisle to hear. Y/n looked at him, trying to mask whatever emotion she was feeling.

“Sorry. I forgot the book.” She smiled, hoping her eyes didn’t give her away. Edward said nothing, just disappeared and returned with the Hardy, gently passing it to her before leading her downstairs. Did he know she was listening?

The drive home was silent.

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lazyneonrabbitt · 3 years

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Paintings & Picture frames. [Pt.7]

Daryl Dixon x Reader [Pt.1] [Pt.2] [Pt.3] [Pt.4] [Pt.5] [Pt.6]

A/N: We’re nearing the end of intro week! I’m thinking of ways to keep them interacting after this, I don’t wanna end this story yet but I also don’t wanna make them date immediately just so I have a reason to make them spend time together. Updates after the next chapter may be a little slower because of this! Please enjoy this chapter!

Daryl loved watching you work, with everything you did there was this softness and it all looked so carefully thought out from his point of view. Not like his work that was all rough, and his mechanic work may have intricate parts but it was no way to be considered art. The two of you kept working for a while longer, constantly finding small things to edit or fix. After the umpteenth tiny edit, wondering what color would suit better with the photos used on your cover and eventually setting on one you realised it had started to get late already and your stomachs were grumbling for some food. Hearing your body make all the hungry noises you immediately felt embarrassed and felt a blush creep up your cheeks. Daryl noticed your shifting and let out a soft laugh. "

Ya wanna eat? I can head home if we're done." He offered. He wasn't sure how much longer he was welcome now that you had finished your schoolwork. You didn't want him to leave yet, it was nice to have someone over for a while, even if it was just for school. He was nice to be around and in a new town that was amazing already. "We can order something, I got paid this week so I got some extra cash to spend." You offered to buy dinner for the two of you and Daryl wanted to say no and go home, but he really didn't want to go back home again. He'd see you at school tomorrow but what was gonna happen after the project week was done and you both went your own ways? He wasn't ready to have that happen just yet so he reluctantly agreed on having dinner with you. "Yeah, sounds good. What're ya thinkin' of?" He asked and you opened up your local delivery service website. After going through multiple suggestions that were turned down by you being a picky eater or Daryl not being in the mood for that kind of food you ended on pizza. The one topic you immediately agreed on, a share size barbeque chicken pizza with extra bacon. After you ordered the pizza you went over to your desk to set up your printer to get your project on paper and all nice in a folder. Making sure all the pages were in the right order, adding the cover in the page sleeve on the front and putting the original artworks you made behind the last pages as well as some extra printed photos you made during Daryl's classes. All got some kind of description written on the back by the person who made the picture or painting.

Not long after you had it all put together your pizza arrived at the front door of your building, telling the guy you were gonna come and pick it up there and leaving Daryl alone in your apartment. He looked around at everything, observing and taking in every little detail from your matching dark furniture to your weird amount of small statues of animals and video game stuff. The dinner table was littered with art supplies that wouldn't fit on your desk anymore, which was full of digital artist items and sketchpads. Without really thinking of it at all he got up and walked towards your desk. It was full of half filled pieces of paper with small sketches on them. It mostly was all in one theme and while some were crossed out or had some negative texts written next to them, others had certain parts circled in colored marker with details written next to them that probably all made sense when put together. He of course had no idea what that put together something would be, but he was sure it would be really cool. On the table behind him were all kinds of paints and large papers filled with colors and mixes, something like what he learned in your class last week, but then huge and way more detailed than the small thing you two made in a two-hour class that was mostly the teacher explaining stuff instead of actually working. He mostly just followed your lead that day and still had no clue what he did but you seemed to be proud of what he did and that was all that mattered. It was weird how just looking at some colors on paper made him think about memories with you that made his heart flutter inside his chest. There was no way he was gonna tell you that, though. Not until he was sure you felt the same way, not that you ever would feel the same about a guy like him.

Back in the hallway you walked towards your apartment, taking deep breaths and trying to calm your mind. Having dinner with Daryl was just a normal classmates thing to do after finishing a project, nothing to be worried about. Except maybe accidentally spilling your drink. Or eating weird. Choking on a crumb or maybe just air. Would he be grossed out if you talked with your mouth full? What the hell, all those thoughts were so stupid you didn't even know how your head came up with them. You were just normally gonna eat your takeout pizza like you always do and everything would be fine. You made it back to your door in one piece and balanced the pizza in one hand while you fiddled with your keys in the other, opening the door and walking in. Daryl had been so intrigued by your artwork that he hadn't noticed you come in and set the pizza on the coffee table. "Food's here." You stated, watching Daryl snap out of his gaze. "Aight, cool." He stuttered on his way back to tho couch. To say he felt embarrassed being caught staring at your personal work was an understatement. He felt like he had accidentally invaded your privacy and had no idea how to tell you. But then again you didn't seem angry or anything so was it really as bad as he thought. You noticed him not really paying attention to the food first thing after sitting down and wondered what went on in his head. Maybe you weren't the only one nervous about having dinner together? While you already did have coffee at the diner while you worked earlier this week, so this wasn't even that new. Of course you were still nervous because that was just who you were.

The thoughts quickly left when you were both eating and enjoying the food a lot. "What place was this? Gotta get this at work sometime." Daryl commented after grabbing a second piece while putting the last bits of his first slice in his mouth. You told him the name of the place and where it was located. Daryl knew the street it was located on but never really paid much attention to the shops that occupied it. He did pass the place multiple times a week on his way to work and he was sure to pay more attention to it from now on. The two of you ate mostly in silence beside the occasional comment about pizzas or the suggestion of a drink refill. Only when there were only two slices left that were now in the both of yours hands, you started talking more. The conversations went from favorite foods to your hobbies outside of your study, tv shows you liked to watch or places you'd ever want to visit. Before the two of you had realised it, it had gotten dark outside already. You only realised when Daryl wanted to go outside for another cigarette. That one cigarette quickly turned into a Shit it's this late already?! goodbye smoke in front of your apartment building, with a promise to see each other again in the morning on Daryl's usual parking spot at school before your last day of the introduction week.

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skittledot · 2 years

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Maybe we weren't meant to be? Or perhaps I wasn't meant to meet you. It hurts. I can't hold it in anymore, my feelings; for you.

How many days has it been since the day you've caught feelings for the cold-hearted girl? 10? 18? No, possibly a month. You were scared, scared that she'll reject you. After all, she's only focused on her passion for singing.

characters: yukina minato x fem!reader

warnings: probably a bit of ako x rinko and lisa x sayo? but not rlly, just their regular dynamics/interactions. this goes from angst to teeth rotting fluff (you can always let me know if you want an angsty version of this, muehehe).

a/n: i apologize for the number of time skips, heh... also, 'example' yea thats an example for uh, in case you didnt know 'example' with only one ' ' each sides means you said that in your mind. okay? okay. anyway, this is all self-indulgent, nobody asked for this lmao. i just had this idea in my mind for awhile now. actually my first time writing a oneshot like this so i hope this isnt too crappy. hope you enjoy. now go get your food roselia stans. THERE WILL BE A PART TWO OF THIS >:)

PART TWO OUT NOW: here

It was a cold Tuesday afternoon, the band members of Roselia were on their way to CiRCLE to rehearse their songs in preparation for the FUTURE WORLD FES. And there you were, walking with them. You were nothing more than a fangirl of the well-known band and a sincere friend of Rinko Shirokane.

"Hey.. Rinko, do you really think I should be coming with you guys...?"

You were extremely nervous. Watching your favorite band perform right in front of you, LIVE. Wasn't that nerve-wracking? Not to mention the fact that your crush is there, Yukina Minato. The person you were head over heels for. Yukina was aware that you were purposely avoiding her. It was quite obvious, anyway.

"Of course, Y/n-chan, you need a little break from your schoolwork you know... you could.. watch our rehearsals.."

Rinko knew about your little crush on the singer, and so did the other members, excluding Yukina. You were so glad she was dense, which also concerned you a bit.

(timeskip i’ll make a banner later or tomorrow sorry)

This is so awkward, 'Things go by so fast.' Are you wondering what just happened? Well, here's a flashback.

-flashback-

"One more time! One more time!" Ako exclaimed, fired up with enthusiasm. Usually, she'd whine about how her wrists and fingers hurt a lot, but this wasn't anything new, really.

"Ahaha~! Ako, you know some of us need breaks too." Lisa said as Sayo and Rinko nodded, while Yukina just stood there in thought. Lisa prepped the water bottles and her homemade cat-shaped cookies.

"Aww~! B-but I feel really great right now I could do a blast beat!"

Lisa hummed in amusement until she noticed that one of their water bottles were mostly empty.

"Hmm, Rinko, can you go fill these bottles up with water~? I'm not sure where it is but you can go ask Marina-san."

"Oh u-uhm, sure..!" Rinko replied.

"Oh! Rin-rin I'll come with you too!"

'So many things just for a break.' you joked in your head, as you stood in the distance giggling a bit as if you were watching some romantic comedy-drama unfold right in front of you.

"Fufufu...The legendary Demon Princess Ako and my glorious apprentice will be back with.. uh..."

"Clear glistening liquid..?" Rinko finished the sentence.

"Ah yes! We will be back with crystal clear glistening liquid!"

The two of them went on to journey on their quest to go get their "crystal clear hydrous hydrogen water".

"Aw, my bass pick is missing... I'm sure I put it around here somewhere.." Lisa said just right after the pair left. She searched for her bass pick frantically.

"I might have to go to the music store for this..."

"Very well, I shall accompany you on your way there, Imai-san."

"Thanks, Sayo~! Uh- Y/n-chan? Is it okay if I leave you and Yukina here?"

Welp, there goes your anxiety taking over you again. "Oh-! Um!... s-sure, I guess...?" You accidentally stuttered. 'Aw damnit~! Now Minato-san's going to think I'm scared of her!' You thought, your words in your head interpreting the same feeling displayed on your face right now.

"Great! Don't worry we'll be back~" Lisa waved her hand and winked at you. You swore you saw her features shortly turn like a cat's face. "She looked just like a cat..."

"A cat?"

To be continued.

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cherrypoki · 3 years

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• Wonder

Summary: You cuddle, you hold hands and share clothes. You have since you were kids afterall so why would you stop now? Shuichi is your best friend and unfortunately seems to be struggling with the newfound emotion of pure love.

➵ Pairing: Shuichi Saihara/ Female! Reader

➵ Genre: Fluff, Childhood Friends, Friends To Lovers, Mutual Pining,

Everybody has that one person.

That one person who makes everything better.

Everything tastes better with them.

Candy is sweeter, the sun is warmer, the breeze is cooler, colours are more vibrant and every emotion or feeling can get twisted and turned into something so positive it makes you feel like you drank melted sunlight, sunlight that gets into your bloodstream and dances around your body untill all you can see is them, all you can feel is the pure tranquility of knowing that everything is going to be okay.

Everybody has that one person that makes their days better.

And for Shuichi Saihara that person was (Y/N) (L/N).

Meeting (Y/N) was such a small moment. Looking back Shuichi couldn’t help but laugh at how that little moment seemed but how big it made his future. Meeting the excitable (Y/N) was in interesting trip on young Shuichi then, their personality’s were polar opposites yet they seemed to get along so easily, Since Shuichi always had trouble making friends his uncle took to you right away, always setting up playdates for the two of you, noticing how much Shuichi had came out of his shell since his parents death. When you got older his uncle had made sure to thanks you for how much you’d done for them. But that’s getting off topic.

It was 11:42pm on a school night. Shuichi had two quizzes tomorrow and a minor case to solve involving a missing computer. Yet there he lay, in his unmade bed with the sheets dangling off the sides staring at the ceiling with his window open. He’d never had to worry about mosquitos too much anyway, he was an AB so they didn’t really bite him much. So insted of mosquitos his mind was solely fixed on you.

Now your friends right? So what type of friendship involves one of the friends staring at the ceiling at night insted of working thinking about them?

Answer? It’s not a friendship thing, it IS however a crush thing, and despite him being the Ultimate Detective and having a whole job baised on his quick thinking and intelligence, Shuichi did not want to admit it was a crush. Ah yes, Denial his old friend.

Shuichi never really felt romantic feelings before, granted he’d had some crushes before but they were quite minor, usually grade school crushes that didn’t last for more than a month, despite that you always teased him for his crushes. He’d try and do the same with yours but your crushes seemed to be different than his, your type was different and it took you longer to catch feelings for someone, but once you did you fell HARD. Shuichi couldn’t use two hands to number the amount of times you’d talked to him about the person you like, swearing to tell them but never actually telling them. Shuichi would always remember the look in your eyes when talking about them. And right now he wanted nothing more than to have you get that look in your eyes when talking about him.

Pulling his hat over his eyes embarssed at his own thoughts the poor detective couldn’t stop thinking. His brain just loved to torture him by overthinking and nowadays it seemed you were all he could think about. Usually it would make sense given all the time you spend together, walking to school together, having classes together, eating lunch together, walking home together, spending afternoons and some nights together.

Why was he feeling all this for you now? He couldn’t help but wonder, why did all these feelings for you come out now? He’d known you for so long, snaring the bed, stealing each other’s clothes, changing in front of each other (this was when you were younger and less devolped) walking home, holding hands and shopping together had been a natural thing for the two of you, so why now did doing all these make his heart want to jump out of his chest and run a mile.

Yes Shuichi Saihara sucked with feelings.

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Waking up the next morning he knew he would be at your house before you were ready, Shuichi was such an early bird and had been ever since you were kids. Grabbing his lunch and leaving he kept his pace slow as he walked to yours, seeing no need to rush. It was a colder morning he noticed, so cold when he breathed out he could see his breath. Smiling softly to himself he could already see you acting like a dragon when you learned this fact, wrapping his scarf tighter around his neck he somehow always found the walk to your house quicker each time.

Ringing the doorbell and waiting outside for your response he stared at the familiar entrance, it seemed so surreal to him, it almost felt like yesterday he’d been there for the first time, smiling to himself he internally laughed at the memory of their giant family dog giving him a small fright, but they both warmed up to each other quickly. Speaking of the dog the door opening and the pooch poked his nose out, sniffing Shuichi as a greeting making the boy smile once more, he found himself smiling a lot more in your presence.

Shooing your dog back inside and shutting the door behind you you grinned at the flustered boy in front of you.

“Morning Shuu~!” You smiled, despite still being noticeably half asleep (at least to the detective) you seemed so happy to see him, wrapping your arms around him you left out a contented sighed as you sunk into the detectives body more and unknowingly killing him inside, He didn’t need his winter coat afterall.

“Mmmm” You hummed, unaware of the boys flustered expression “so warm~”

Finally pulling away you two nearly walked two blocks before Shuichi noticed your hands, smiling exasperatedly he looked at you

“You forgot your gloves (Y/N)”

You couldn’t help but laugh, Shuichi was such a mother hen to you sometimes making sure you never froze or overheated, unfortunately his care was sometimes overruled by your own stupidity.

Raising your hands in a mock surrender you laughed your real laugh, one that would make some people laugh at but just made Shuichi’s heart melt.

“Techinally I lost them, therefore I didn’t actually forget them and you lose”

He laughed more, pulling his scarf down a little and feeling bold, he grabbed your hand. Looking up at him confused he smiled sweetly at you and tried not to show how nervious he actually was, you’d held hands all the time as kids so this should be no different- right?

Ignoring his inner panic attack he focused on your smile and how easily you seemed to accept and grab onto his hand.

Ah there was the sunlight again.

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Class was as normal as it always was.

Well, as normal as you can get in a class of ultimates with clashing personality’s, honestly sometimes it reminded you of keeping up with the kardashians.

Sitting on the desks near the back Shuichi was reading a novel while you napped beside him. The peaceful expression was something he could stare at forever without fail. He wouldn’t mind waking up to that face next to him every morning. With that thought his cheeks flushed pink as he shoved his face so close to his book the words didn’t even look like words anymore. And he couldn’t help but wonder, if he ever did confess to you, what would you say? As far as he knew you didn’t have any feelings for anyone at school. And there was no way he’d ruin his closet friendship for feelings that might not even be returned.

As far as he was concerned he was fine with just being near you, he could live a thousand years of hell just to get a minute of moments like this with you.

Only when he heard a crash across the room snapping him out of he deep daydreaming did he realise you had one eye open and were starring at him just as attentively. Unlike him however you showed no signs of embarrassment and insted smiled

“You look really cute deep in thought like that” you mumbled, part of you thought it was too quiet for him to hear untill he pulled away and pulled his hat over his face. Smiling once again at his antics you couldn’t help it, you really loved to fluster the detective.

Only when the teacher walked into class is when the two of yous focus shifted to schoolwork. He had planned to skip today, but because of the two tests he decided he’d skip tomorrow insted, you’d most likely come with him if he told you, and he really didn’t mind at all. He didn’t know what exactly the two of you would do tomorrow but once again he didn’t care. Time with you was all he wanted. No matter where it was or what you were doing. You made everything worth it.

Staring at the paper on his desk he couldn’t remember the last time he’d actually studied for one of these tests, it wasn’t that he was cocky in his own abilities, it was more that he faith in himself, and while the two of you did study sometimes, it quickly turned into fuck around and cheat so you can have fun.

Sneaking a glance over at you you looked so focused he felt the warmth come back again. Truely you were like fireplace to his heart.

The first test was easy enough the both of you agreed on that, however the next one was a subject you sucked at. Shuichi offered you the answers but you shook your head staring at the paper, you didn’t really care about the grade you were given. But you didn’t want to drag Shuichi down with you. Plus how was this gonna help your ultimate anyway?

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Shuichi mostly let you lead the conversations when you walked home, you could talk to him about anything and he loved it, even if he didn’t know what the hell a Unus was seeing how happy it made you was enough for him, and he made a mental note to check it out later so he could ask you more questions about it.

Stopping by at the grocery store before you got to his house you both decided to grab some food for the night, the sun was already starting to set and the golden hues dancing on the sidewalk outside the store gave an nice atmosphere. You were grabbing some juice when the radio in the store started to play a song you and Shuichi both loved, Ophelia.

Laughing while putting the juice in the trolley you grabbed Shuichi’s hand and started to dance with him in the beverage section. Grinning at his red face you spun yourself and used it to pull yourself closer to him, your faces close enough yours noses were nearly touching. And the song playing in the backround seemed a hundred times louder as you two just stared into each other’s eyes. Neither one wanting to risk getting closer but neither one wanting to pull away either.

The song switching seemed to snap the two of you out of your daydreams, looking up and catching where the other person’s gaze was was enough to make you both flustered enough to pull away and awkwardly grabbing the rest of the stuff you needed. And despite both of you thinking you mistook the other person gaze and made them uncomfortable, it was painfully obvious to everyone else in the store what the two of you were thinking. Escpially the manger who originally was gonna throw her sandal at you two for eye fucking in her store was insted gonna throw it at the two of you for both being so obliviously stupid.

Leaving the store the tension quickly left as you both were soon laughing and joking about all the things you’d heard and seem today, specially things like Ouma writing on his test that Paraguay wasn’t a country. The colours of the sunset lay to rest of both of your faces and illuminated them in a way that made you both look ethereal.

“Hey Shuichi do you like anyone at school?” You spoke, breaking the silence that had formed, you must’ve phased him with the question, as his face went pink and he struggled to form a sentence,

“Wh-where did that come from?” Giggling at his reaction you couldn’t but but subconsciously lean closer to the boy as you walked

“No reason, I was just curious as you haven’t had a crush in a while”

He laughed at your reasoning, lifting his hat higher he looked at you, a slightly smug smile on his face “what about you (Y/N)? Any cute guys or girls you got your eye on?”

Shaking your head you laughed “maybe I do, maybe I don’t, you’re the ultimate detective Shuichi, you figure it out”

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The walk ended sooner than he expected as he was shocked when he realised they were already on his doorstep, opening the door and stepping insted he smiled and felt peace in his bones. You even made home feel more like home.

Pulling off your uniform jacket and wanting to get changed as soon as possible you turned to Shuichi was putting the food into the fridge or pantry.

“Hey Shu can I take a shower?”

He nodded, “I’ll leave some clothes outside the door”

You nodded in response and made your way towards the bathroom, going to his room to get changed Shuichi wondered if you’d still be okay with sharing a bed. Lying on his bed in the all familiar position of staring at the ceiling his mind wondered as he thought about you. Once again, you. The feeling’s you gave him were truely exhilarating. He’d always hated having crushes, but this feeling was much different, and while he was scared about feeling this strongly for his closet friend his emotions were mostly overruled by the feeling of euphoria he got whenever he thought about holding you.

He was once again so deep in thought he hadn’t even noticed the shower had turned off and in you came, dressed in one of his shirts and sweatpants drying your hair with a towel you looked at him and smiled.

“Wanna watch a movie shu?”

Contrarily to popular belief Shuichi does like detective movies, but he really enjoys old black and white ones, He lay with his back on the bed, his neck craned slightly so he could see the screen, while you lay on top of him, your chest against his stomach while you lay on his chest. It was normal for both you to cuddle like this. you always had, and despite being older now you still did. And it was another thing that made Shuichi happy. Even if it was purely platonic he just liked holding you, or you holding him.

You’d fallen asleep watching movies with him all the time, and this time was no different. His focus on the movie lost as insted he opted to look at you. You looked so happy and content asleep, he couldn’t help but wonder what you were dreaming about. And he hoped maybe one day he’d be in your dreams.

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Waking up you two were cuddled under the blankets, with no memory of moving like this your arms were wrapped around Shuichi as his face rested in the crook of your neck. The tv was off and the only sorce of light was comforting from the streetlights outside though his thin curtains. As rain quietly hit the window he felt warm inside again. And it wasn’t because of the duvet, or the warm clothes, but you.

Pulling himself close to you all he wanted was to stay like this forever, and he was glad he had a day off tomorrow. Feeling confident as he was sure you were asleep he pressed a small kiss to the top of your head and mumbled

“I love you”

He was nearly asleep himself when you kisses his cheek lazily and mumbled a response. At this point he felt like he’d become one with the sun now, and he didn’t mind at all.

#wow I actually hate this #the starts alright #but I rushed the ending sorry #Danganronpa #Danganronpa V3 #DRV3 #Shuichi Saihara #Imagines #x Reader #Fluff #Fanfiction #Childhood Friends #Friends To Lovers #Shuichi Saihara x Reader #Shuichi Saihara Imagines #Danganronpa Scenario’s

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yan-twst · 4 years

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CYOA - Twisted Wonderland

aaand here it is, finally! Chapter one of my choose your own adventure fic for twst! This is the very first chapter; it’s a bit of a slow start, establishing the plot and all, you know? As was decided by the poll, the reader is in Diasomnia (however, I’m sure y’all can probably figure out a way to worm out of the dorm quickly and meet more characters). Anyways, without further ado, here’s the fic!

You sometimes wished that your dorm wasn’t so… Gloomy. Sure, Diasomnia had some cool things; the whole “Valley of Thorns Castle” aesthetic was cool, and the fact the hallways were lit with green torches always looked cool at night, not to mention the TVs and games in the common room, but… As you tried to study for the upcoming quiz, you quietly cursed the controlled climate. Yes, you knew that rain and storms were natural in the area; but didn’t the school control the dorm’s climate with fae magic?! It was way too difficult to concentrate on your potions notes when the rain outside felt like it was lulling you to sleep as it fell against your windows.

Your roommate was snoozing in his bed- either he’d already studied, or he’d given up on the quiz. Either way, you couldn’t deny that it was alluring to just forget the damn thing and go to bed. It wasn’t that late, but you’d been going to sleep at awful hours lately, and your body sorely demanded you get some sleep. And yet, glancing down at the recipe for the minor memory erasing draught you’d have to concoct tomorrow, you knew that if you went to sleep now, you’d be dealing with Crewel’s biting critique and a terrible grade tomorrow.

A snore from your roommate broke your concentration, and you glared at the sleeping boy. Usually you and him got along just fine, but in this moment, it felt like he was testing you, as he slept sweetly and your sleep deprived self stressed over a notebook. Hearing another snore, you decided to move to the common room- maybe there you’d concentrate a bit better, and also not be tempted by the siren’s call of your bed. Picking up your phone and your notebook, you left the room, closing the door softly so as to not disturb your roommate, and made your way down the eerie halls of the dorm.

“Vice dorm leader…?” immediately, you noticed that Lilia was in the common room. After that your nose registered a smell so odd it almost made you turn around and leave. It wasn’t a bad smell, just… Incredibly odd and off putting: and you quickly pinpointed the source of it to be some charred, blackened and bizarre dish that your vice dorm leader was holding.

“Oh? Hello there.” he said with a chuckle. You wouldn’t call Lilia a close friend by any means, but you did know him well. As a vice dorm leader, he did his best to help out the Diasomnia students, and he was also fond of pulling small pranks here and there; you’d been a victim of his tricks and also gone to him for help a couple times in your two years of being at NRC. “It’s an odd hour to be hanging out… Or could it be the smell of my cooking that brought you here?”

“Your… cooking?” so that charred thing he was holding was… food? You’d been warned- mostly by your fellow second year Silver- that Lilia was not a good cook (in fact, Silver had made it seem like his food was somehow a health hazard), but you’d imagined the usual cooking oopsies. Too much salt, not enough seasoning, maybe burning some of the food; the usual mistakes people made when cooking. However, looking at the blackened and mysterious substance in the plate he held… You wondered if perhaps Silver had been right in making Lilia’s cooking sound like some sort of biohazard.

“Indeed, I’ve been cooking some cookies. I wanted to cheer Silver, since he’s been studying hard for a quiz. And there’s nothing quite like some cookies to snack on while studying, right?” said Lilia. Cookies…? You walked closer and squinted at the plate; so those were Lilia’s cookies…? You were pretty sure you could see eggshell shards on the otherwise charcoal black pieces of what you hoped was dough. Did he… Did he not see the problem with them?

“Oh, the potions quiz for tomorrow? Yeah, I’m sure he’s been studying… I doubt Crewel is going to go easy on us.” You said with a nervous laughter, trying to divert the topic from the so-called cookies. The last thing you wanted was for him to ask you to taste test or something. A bite of those cookies would probably take you out of commission for a good week or two, and while being sick to miss class tomorrow and avoid the quiz was tempting, you really weren’t sure if it was worth it to risk some crazy horrible food poisoning for that.

“Fufu, you’re also working quite hard, I gather? Did you come to study here?” asked Lilia, pointing to your notebook. You nodded.

“Mhm, my roommate was being a bit loud, so…” you shrugged with a smile. You weren’t gonna throw your roommate under the bus and tell Lilia he was snoring like a train and that drove you out of the room, you were at least kind enough to omit that particular piece of info. “Well, I’m probably just going to look over the notes a bit and then go to sleep. I can only study so much to make a potion without actually being at the lab, after all.”

“Ah, Silver did mention that Crewel was making you all make a draught from memory.” Lilia hummed. “Are you having trouble with this? I can always try to help, after delivering these delicious cookies to Silver.”

“Oh, I couldn’t possibly bother you with this, it’s ok, vice dorm leader!” you said, quickly shaking your head. You didn’t want to waste Lilia’s time; he was a third year, after all… If your work was hard as a second year, he was probably drowning in schoolwork and studying, right? Not to mention you kind of felt like you should show more respect to him: he was an ancient fae and you were pretty sure he was a war veteran despite being in high school.

“Oh, please call me Lilia. We’ve known each other for too long for you to be using titles, (name). I still remember the day the magic mirror sorted you into Diasomnia, right after my dear Silver was sorted.” he said with a smile, his pointy fangs catching your eye. “You’re close friends with Silver, aren’t you? I’m quite grateful you spend time with him, he’s a good boy.”

“Oh, um, well… Then I’ll call you Lilia, if that’s really ok…” you said, a bit bashful. You didn’t miss how he talked about Silver; you knew that the 2nd year did constantly refer to Lilia as ‘old man’, but you’d brushed it off to perhaps him being close enough to Lilia to use that as a nickname, but… The way Lilia spoke, it almost sounded like a father being happy his son had found a friend. “Yes, me and Silver are close. We’re in the same class, I usually give him my notes when he falls asleep in the middle of lectures. He also helps me study, sometimes.”

“Oh, you do? I must thank you, then. It’s quite kind of you.” Lilia said with a smile. “Oh! How rude of me, I haven’t offered you a cookie, have I? They’re freshly baked, you should try them. It’s the same recipe I made for Silver when he was younger.”

“Er-!” you paled. Crap, this was what you’d been fearing. The stress of the request made you not even stop to think about the odd wording of ‘making cookies for Silver ever since he was younger’ or the implication Lilia had somehow raised Silver; your brain was blaring alarms telling you to NOT put those… Things anywhere close to your face. But at the same time, Lilia was smiling so happily as he picked one of the charred objects and stuck it out in your direction.

“Lilia. You shouldn’t be giving that to humans.” a deep voice made you freeze before you accepted the cookie with a reluctant hand. You quickly turned around to spot the dorm leader entering the common room, arms crossed as he stared at Lilia. “You’re going to kill them if you make them eat that.”

“Oh, come on Malleus, don’t say that! My cookies are delicious.” Lilia sighed, taking back his baked treat and taking a bite for himself. You internally cringed at the noise of what you now absolutely knew to be chunks of eggshell and god knows what else in the object. “Don’t you see you’ll give (name) a bad impression of my cooking if you say that?”

“... It’s my duty to protect my dorm members.” said Malleus, walking closer to you and warily eyeing Lilia’s cooking. You held back a sigh of relief- yup, he’d definitely saved you. If even Malleus Draconia was scared of Lilia’s hellish cookies, you probably would have keeled over and died if you’d put that in your mouth. “Besides, it’s late. Why were you baking?”

“I was making a treat for Silver, since he was studying. This little one just happened to walk in when the cookies were ready- they’re studying for the same quiz Silver is cramming for.” said Lilia, gesturing to you. “It seems Crewel is having his fun in stressing out the first years, fufu. What potion is he making you all make?”

“Oh, um, it’s… A minor memory loss draught. It’s got a lot of steps and ingredients, and it’s way too easy to mess up, so…” you said, a bit nervous. You felt… A little bit silly now, for stressing so much over it. Right now, you were surrounded by one of the strongest mages in the world- who was also the prince of the dark fae- and an ancient and wise fae who had probably fought in great wars and aided the Valley of Thorns royalty. To them, making a weak potion was probably as easy as blinking.

“A memory loss draught… That does indeed have many steps to its preparation, if I’m not remembering wrong.” said Malleus. His words made you relax a little- you’d half been expecting some comment like a minor memory loss draught? That’s child’s play, why are you stressing out? or something. Your dorm leader was known to be a bit haughty at times. “You look exhausted. I assume you’ve been studying a lot?”

“Wait, I look tired…? Crap, is it showing in my face?” you said, cursing internally. You had a few friends in Pomefiore and you just knew they’d be fretting over you if your eyebags and exhaustion were so evident your dorm leader, who was not too good at picking up clues, could notice.

“I’m afraid so, my dear. You look like you’re ready to drop any second now- I know you’ve got a lot of work, but perhaps you’re pushing yourself too hard.” said Lilia. You grimaced; great, now you’d somehow managed to worry the two of them. It felt… Wrong to have two powerful and important beings even express concern over your wellbeing: you were just… Some puny human who got sorted into Diasomnia, you weren’t even particularly close to either of them. Hell, you’d only spoken to Malleus a couple of times before, for fuck’s sake.

“Hmm, Malleus, could it be that you still remember how to make that potion?” said Lilia, tilting his head. The taller fae nodded, making Lilia hum in understanding. “I see, I see. Well, (name), I’m sure you’d get an amazing grade if you were to study with Malleus. He’s quite good in potionmaking when he concentrates, I promise you. Besides, it wouldn’t hurt at all for him to get closer to his own dorm members now, would it?”

“That’s-!” you visibly stiffened, looking at Malleus. Sure, you weren’t as scared of him as some of the other students were, but…! You still couldn’t just treat him all willy-nilly like some random kid; he was one of the most powerful mages in the world and crown prince from the Valley of Thorns. The mere idea of dragging him off for a study session that benefitted only you made your gut twist. Although the idea was anxiety inducing, you couldn’t help but notice a spark of… Curiosity? In Malleus’ eyes, almost as if he was entertained by the idea of it all; still, you couldn’t just accept something like that. “I couldn’t possibly-!”

“... or you could go study with Silver. I was going to go check up on him, so you could come with me.” said Lilia, perhaps sensing your panic.

--- time to make a choice! vote in the poll linked below to choose how to advance in the story!

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mersuperwholocked-lowlife · 4 years

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Ace

Word Count: 1,776

Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Reader, OC Character

Pairings: Sam Winchester x Niece!Reader ; Dean Winchester x Daughter!Reader

Warnings: angst, cliffhangerish?

A/N: Part 2?

Masterlist

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“No, not like that. Like this,” you watched as your dad taught your brother how to unload and reload his gun for the 100th time.

You continued sitting in the war room, trying to study.

Instead, you found yourself watching your Dean and your brother, praying that you could be close with him. After your mom died, Dean took you and your brother in. Unfortunately for you, Dean favorited your brother, and never realized how much he showed it.

You got along fine with Sam, both like reading, good grades, smart, the whole pack. But, you knew he still preferred your brother.

Most of the time you ignored it, but sometimes it got hard.

“You know, I’m not proud of much, but I’m proud of you,” your dad smiled, patting your brother’s back.

“Thanks, Dad,”

You sighed, looking back to your textbook and snapping out of your thoughts.

“(Y/N), wanna watch a movie?” you hear your brother ask.

“No, I’m studying,” you reply, starting to take some notes.

“You never want to do anything fun anymore. It’s annoying,” he rolled his eyes.

“Hey, be nice,” Dean warned.

You were a little surprised over his reaction, normally he wouldn't say anything.

“I have work to do. I want to keep my grades up,” you sighed.

Another lie.

All you cared about was that you were away from your family.

“You’re so boring now. You've changed,” he said.

“I know,” you grab your textbook and your notebook, making your way to your room.

---

“I got three concert tickets!” your brother exclaimed, running into the bunker.

“Sweet, kid! Who are you taking?” Dean asked.

“Me, you, and Uncle Sam,” he replied.

“What about (Y/N)?” you heard Sam ask.

It’s nice to know you weren't completely invisible to everyone.

“I don't want to go,” you shrugged.

“Are you sure? You don't go anywhere,” Sam asked.

Dean just stared at you quietly.

“I’m sure. Have fun,” you say before leaving.

---

You sat at your desk, finishing up your schoolwork, when your mind drifts off to somewhere else, thinking about your life.

Thinking about how much you missed your mom, thinking about how much you wanted Sam to be your father instead. You might not be his favorite but at least he doesn't pretend you don't exist.

You thought about everything Dean didn't know about you. Your favorite color, what college you wanted to go to. What your favorite book was, or your hunts.

The hunts were your hardest secret. You always hacked into whatever database you could, gathering information.

Sometimes, you’d release information for other hunters to use. Other times, you’d help hunters, wearing a mask to hide your identity. But, mostly, you snuck out, doing them solo.

Not that they ever noticed. The one thing you hid was your name, using the nickname Ace. Not that it had any meaning to you, you came up with it after you realized Sam and Dean also knew the hunters that you sold information to.

You realized how much you truly missed your mom, and how much you wanted her back.

After you finished your work, you sat on your bed, looking at all the pictures and memories with your mom.

You didn't realize your tears till they fell down, falling on the pictures.

(Y/N) and Jason, 2003

You looked at the picture of you and your brother, realizing how far you've drifted from him.

You were never one to talk about your emotions, but you had completely changed everything about you. You were broken, you weren't human. You were just a shell. A numb shell.

But if you were so numb, why did you care about wanting Dean to notice you, about wanting your family to care about you? Was that bad or good?

You close your eyes, laying in bed. Not asleep, but not wanting to talk with your family.

---

You found a way to sneak out of the bunker. A hunter called, needed help with a nest. You grabbed your mask and left.

---

The anniversary of your mother’s death came, with you being the only one who cared. Even though you were still in pain. You were bruised and wounded from the last hunt, but you didn't care.

“Where are you going?” Jason asked you.

“I’m just going out for a bit,” you replied.

“Where?” he crossed his arms.

“Somewhere,” you knew if you told him the truth, he would be mad that you weren't taking him. And you could use some time away from him.

“Where?” he asked again.

“I'm just going out,” you replied,

rolling your eyes.

“What's going on?” you heard Dean’s voice.

Great, just great

“(Y/N)'s trying to sneak out,” your brother told Dean.

“What? Why? Where are you going?” Dean asked.

“I just wanted to go out,” you could feel your emotions threatening to spill, but held them in.

“Just go to your room. You’re grounded,” Dean said.

“W-What?” you said shakily.

“Grounded, for a week,” he replied.

You were on the verge of tears.

“Can this just start tomorrow, I really have to go,” you said, looking at the time.

“Whatever it is can wait. Go,” Dean motioned to your room.

You felt your heartbreaking, you felt something. You felt pain.

You quickly ran to your room, slamming the door shut behind you, as you let out quiet cries.

You couldn't risk letting anyone hear you.

You heard them knocking at the door, about to pick your lock.

“Please, leave me alone,” you said, keeping your voice strong.

Before anyone could say anything, your door was open, your brother stood in front of you.

“What is going on with you?! Mom died, and that was painful. Now I lost you too. Y-You’re just quiet and weird all the time. And now you’re trying to sneak out,” he said to you.

“Do you have any idea what today is?” you asked him.

“No? Is it important?” he rolled his eyes.

“I guess not. Please, leave me alone,” you sighed.

He paused before leaving you alone in your room.

You grabbed a bottle of whiskey and headed to your room.

---

“What’s that noise?” Sam peaked his head up.

“I didn't hear anything.” Dean shrugged.

He heard glass shatter.

“What the?” Sam jumped up, running with his gun.

Dean followed behind closely as they ran into your room.

You laid on the ground, sitting up when they entered. You must've not realized that your wound was now open and bleeding.

“What the hell?” Dean looked at you, shocked.

You looked beside you, seeing the shattered whiskey bottle on the table.

When did that happen? you shrugged as you pushed yourself up, before stumbling to the table.

“Are you drunk? Are you fucking drunk?” Dean yelled.

“Yeah, so?” you replied.

You leaned against the wall, using it to keep yourself standing. You felt some blood drip from your clothes.

“Are you kidding me? You’re 15!” he yelled.

“Screw you!” you yelled.

“Dean?” Sam gave him a look.

“What?” he asked, not noticing anything wrong.

“She’s 17,” he replied.

He paused.

“Okay, just, move away from the glass before you hurt yourself.” Sam put his gun in his pocket, reaching a hand out to you.

“I hate you so much,” your eyes watered as you looked at Dean.

“What’s wrong with you? Why are you acting like this?!” Dean yelled.

“Why am I acting like this? This is how I fucking act! This is the real me! You’re too preoccupied with Jason to even get a look at me!” you yelled.

“That’s ridiculous, (Y/N),” he rolled his eyes.

“You didn’t know how old I am! You don’t know anything about me! I’m surprised you even know my name!” you cried.

You get your vision blurring. You were losing blood but didn't care enough. You didn't want to stop it. You wanted to bleed out right there and then.

“(Y/N),” he started.

“No! You listen to me! I’ve kept this in for a year! I-I thought that it was me! I thought that it was my fault! But it’s not! It’s not my fault! It’s your fault because you’re a terrible father!” you fell forward, as your hand went straight onto the shattered glass.

You let out a cry watching the blood fall from your hand.

“(Y/N),” Dean said softly, walking towards you.

“I wish you weren't my dad. I wish I died instead of my mom,” you cried.

“I’m sorry,” he wrapped his arms around you.

“I wish Sam was my dad,” you leaned against him, as he felt your body go limp.

“(Y/N)?” he said.

“(Y/N),” he repeated.

He pushed you off of him, looking at you carefully.

“Dean, she’s bleeding!” Sam pointed out, watching the blood drip from your clothes.

“What the hell? We have to go to the hospital. Get Jason,” he picked you up, running to the Impala, and driving off.

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You woke up with a headache, squinting at the bright light.

Why was it so bright?

You jumped up, remembering last night.

“Holy shit,” you groaned.

You heard a knock at the door as Sam walked in.

“Hey, how are you feeling?” he closed the door behind him.

“I-Is Dean here? I’m…. last night,” you stuttered, not sure where to start.

“It’s okay….. h-he’s not here,” Sam sighed.

You felt your heart shatter.

“Of course he wasn't,” you sighed.

“(Y/N),” Sam started.

“Why would he be here? It’s not like anyone he cares about was here,” your eyes watered.

“It's not like that….” he said.

“It’s fine. I’m fine,” you looked down, wiping your eyes.

“I’m sorry that he doesn't care about you,” Sam sighed.

“Yeah,”

“I mean, I can’t blame him,” he started.

“What?” you looked up at him, shocked.

“I mean, you can’t blame him, no one cares about you, no one wants to be around you,” he shrugged.

“Why are you saying that?” you asked softly.

“It’s just the truth, and deep down you know it too,” he said.

“Please, leave,” you said.

You waited for him to leave the room before you cried softly.

You had to leave, you needed to leave. You stumbled out of the bed. You wrote a note on a piece of paper, sneaking out of the window.

---

“When will that idiot doctor let us go in?!” Dean groaned.

“I don’t know….” Sam froze as he saw himself leave your room.

“What's wrong?” Jason asked him.

“Shapeshifter,” he said to Dean.

“What? (Y/N),” Dean gasped, running to your room.

Sam went after the shifter, holding his silver knife.

Don’t look for me - (Y/N)

(Posted @ 12:57 PM on July 14, 2020)

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The Marriage Project (3)

Anddddd I’m back with this bby. Sorry I’ve been slowing down some of my content. Last Friday I had to deal with family health matters on top of schoolwork and a sorority function I had to be at. Anyways.

High school AU. Tom Holland. Yeah.

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Warnings: mild language

Rating: Between T and M

Word Count: 2351

% approximately the 3rd week of September %

You’d had two away volleyball games that week and Tom had an away football game, so by Saturday you were exhausted. Your Friday game hadn’t been too far, but the football team had traveled a decent distance, so you figured they’d gotten home late.

You still showed up at Tom’s on time, though, as planned the day before.

Nikki opened the door at your arrival.

“Oh, hey, y/n! Come on in!”

You returned her greeting and entered, looking around expectantly.

“If you’re looking for Tom, he’s not up yet. They got home pretty late last night.”

“I figured that would be the case.”

You noticed that on the dining room table were a few grocery bags.

“Oh, do you need help with those? I can wait on Tom,” you offered.

“No don’t worry about those bags, but if you’re looking to do something, I was about to make some apple pies for a get together tomorrow. I’d love your help.”

You agreed and followed her into the kitchen. After peeling and chopping apples for a few minutes, someone else walked into the kitchen.

“Well who’s this? I don’t remember having a daughter,” Tom’s dad said. You turned to look at him and smile, then continued cutting fruit.

“Oh Dominic you know y/n. She’s the one Tom’s always talking about, competing and whatnot. They’re doing that marriage project together.”

Your face heated up so you continued to look down at the apple.

He talks about me? Like how much he hates me or what?

“Yes of course, how could I forget? You’re one of the best soccer players I’ve seen! Good to see you again,” he said.

“Nice seeing you, too, Mr. Holland.”

“Please, call me Dom. Now how come you’re down here and not with Tom?”

“I was waiting for him to get up. Plus, Nikki promised me a slice,” you grinned.

“Well I’d definitely call that a fair trade. Nikki’s pies are the best in the world,” he turned to his wife, “I’ll be back in a bit. I’m meeting with the publisher today.”

“Good luck, honey. I’m sure you’ll be great,” Nikki encouraged, giving her husband a quick peck.

“Thanks, dear. Once again, it was nice seeing you, y/n. Feel free to come make desserts here any time,” he joked and you just laughed and waved.

A few minutes after he’d left, Nikki spoke up again.

“You know, y/n. I’m glad you and Tom were paired up for this project. I’ve really liked having you around the past few weeks, and it seems like Tom has learned a lot from you. I mean, He even went out and bought some pads and tampons and things for his bathroom this week.”

Now your face really burned.

“He did?”

“Yeah. He said he’d better be safe than sorry. I’m glad you two look out for each other like that, even if you are rivals. By the way, I made sure he didn’t get the cardboard ones,” she added. With that, you fell into rhythmic silence.

Not long after, you heard footsteps coming down the stairs. From the hall, Tom’s voice called out.

“Mom? It’s almost 2. Have you heard anything from-” he walked through the kitchen door. “Oh. You’re here. What are you doing?”

You grabbed a towel to wipe off your hands as you turned to face him.

“I got here at 1 but felt bad about you getting home late so I’ve just been helping your mom make pie. She promised me a slice.”

“You’re really gonna give her some mom? She doesn’t even deserve to see how they’re made!”

“Oh Tom I swear. Y/n is a nice girl, just get over yourself. But, if you two want to go get to work I think I’ve got it handled from here. I’ll bring you both some when the first one’s done.”

You grabbed your bag and headed up behind Tom and got to work quickly. Eventually you took a break when Nikki brought up pie and ice cream as promised with a couple waters.

You ate in silence, Tom leaned against his bed and you against the wall across from him, when something she had said earlier popped into your head.

“Hey, Tom?”

“Yeah princess?” he replied, not looking up. You rolled your eyes and continued.

“Your mom said something earlier that I wanted to ask about.”

“If she told you anything incriminating it’s not true.”

“Suuuureeee. Anyways, she said you, uh, stocked up your cabinet in the bathroom. That’s really cool of you.”

“Yeah, well, can’t have you bleeding everywhere now can we? But, em. Yeah. The fact that you were so panicked over something that seems so trivial spoke pretty loud. I thought it’s better to just stay safe.”

You sat in silence for a little bit, just eating.

“Mind if I ask you something?” he said.

“Shoot.”

“What does it feel like? You know? They don’t mention that stuff in health articles.”

You contemplated for a little bit before answering.

“Well… like I said before, it’s different for everyone, but I’ll try my best. Cramps are kinda like being scratched and punched from the inside all at once. Freebleeding just feels like… wet and sticky. I find it disgusting so I wear mostly tampons.”

“Interesting. Thanks, princess.”

Once finishing off your snack, you got back to work. By the time you were done, it was almost 4.

“See you Monday, y/n”

“Yep. Oh, by the way, I have a small volleyball tournament next weekend so I can’t do Saturday. Is Sunday okay or do you wanna get together another day?”

“Can you do Thursday? We just have morning workouts that day.”

“Yeah I have practice last period so I’ll just shower and meet you in the parking lot? We can go to my place.”

“Can’t. I have to take the boys home.”

“If you want, you can take them home and I’ll pick you up. It’ll give me time to shower and change and then we can just carpool.”

“I don’t know. Sure you even know how to drive?”

“I’ll have you know I passed that test with flying colors sophomore year.”

Eventually he agreed and with that you were back out the door, giving one final thanks to Nikki.

By Wednesday you and Tom had finished your little quilt and Mrs. Flynn loved it.

You and Tom obviously didn’t play when it came to grades, even if it was home economics.

Thursday, you were leaving your last class before practice and reminded Tom you were picking him up that afternoon, to which his friends looked at him funny and kinda messed with him.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.”

When you pulled up into his driveway after school, he plopped into the passenger's seat and held out a foil-wrapped object in his left hand.

“What is that?” you asked.

“My mom wanted you to have it. She made bread.”

“Oh. Well thanks. I’ll have to thank her for it next time I see her. You can just set it in the back seat for now.”

You drove back to your place, pulling into the garage and leading Tom through the door. Your parents were still at work, so you told Tom you’d just work in the living room.

“I don’t want them to say anything weird about us being home alone in my room,” you explained.

You sat on the floor quietly typing when you remembered something.

“Hey, how did you do on the calc test?”

“95. You?”

“Damn. 94. I’ll make a comeback next time,” you joked, earning an eye roll.

After a half hour, your mom came home.

“Hey honey, how was your day? Did you beat Tom in whatever you were competing with him in today?” she asked, part joking since she knew of your rivalry well.

“It was fine, and mom. We have a guest, remember?” you said through gritted teeth.

She looked over the couch, where she found Tom waving at her awkwardly.

“Oh. Hi there. I forgot you were coming over today. So sorry about that.”

“No worries, Mrs. y/l/n. I beat her by a point today so it evens out,” he joked. You were annoyed at his banter with your mom and cut it off.

“Okay, well, Tom. Let’s go finish this in my room now that my mom’s home,” you said, getting everything and carrying it to the bedroom.

You tossed your bag and papers on the floor and quickly picked up some random things laying around, such as a pair of volleyball shoes and stray athletic socks. You especially rushed to snatch a rogue lace bra.

From the corner of your eye, you could see Tom standing still, looking around the room like you had the first time at his house.

Your walls were light grey but covered in your paintings and other art. One shelf mounted to a wall held all of your ribbons and trophies from sports, quiz bowl, and art fairs. Your bedspread was baby pink and sheets light yellow, and the same pink was strewn around the room in the form of desk accents and other blankets. You had a large plush cat resting near your pillows.

“Wow. So you’re like… a real girl. Huh.” he stated flatly. You stood up from tossing everything into your closet.

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

“Well, like, you’re all tough and smart and sporty but you have pink everywhere and a stuffed animal on your bed.”

“You do realize women are complex creatures right? Considering we’re human and all?”

“Yeah, of course. I guess I’ve just never seen this side of you. I shouldn’t have worded it that way. Sorry.”

It surprised you to hear Tom apologize over something so small. Usually he would stand his ground, wave you off, or just move on.

“It’s fine. I just hate when people stereotype, you know? Like I can love science, art, sports, pink, sweatpants, and skirts all at the same time. And I do. And I’m not trying to sound like the ‘I’m not like other girls’ girl, because I am a girl, but I’m more than just one side or the other.”

“So why do you hide the ‘typically girly’ stuff? I’ve never seen you at school wearing a pink dress and makeup. I mean even at dances you always wear dark colors and at parties I don’t think I’ve ever seen you in something other than jeans or shorts.”

You shrugged as you made your way onto the floor next to your computer, Tom following suit.

“I guess I try to stick to one aesthetic. I mean, it already seems to shock the administration that I’m good at and enjoy doing two sports, art, and honors stuff. I don’t think they could handle another layer of me,” you chuckled. “Isn’t there anything you hide?”

He thought about it for a few seconds, leaning his head against the wall.

“Well, I guess you know this now, but I like Spider-Man.”

“Yeah, but it’s considered normal for guys to like comic book characters. When I tell people I like Spider-Man, they just assume I have a crush on the actor. Come on, there has to be something you don’t show off at school.”

“Okay fine. I’ve got a couple. One, I actually like to cook. A lot. It almost kills me to be partnered up with the guys sometimes because they’re so clueless in the kitchen. And two, I love dance. I did it for a bit as a kid but got embarrassed and decided to go the normal sports route. I still go to the Nutcracker every year, though.”

You found yourself smiling at his honesty.

“Really? You know my mom put me in little kid ballet classes for a while, but I was really disruptive in class because I had too much energy, so I got into other sports instead. Has the football team never done a ballet class? I know some schools make them.”

“One summer. Maybe two years ago? We were doing a team building thing and they made us take one. I couldn’t make myself pretend to be bad so I just let everyone believe I was a natural talent,” he laughed, causing you to do the same. “You should’ve seen those guys. That’s probably one of my best football memories.”

You both sit in comfortable silence for a while. You couldn’t remember a time that you both were open to each other without the slightest bit of tension.

After a few more moments, you both got back to work.

You didn’t realize that it was past 5 o’clock until your mother was at your doorway telling you dinner was ready.

“Feel free to stay. We’d love to have you for dinner, Tom,” she offered, then went back to the kitchen.

“Do you mind? I can just walk home if not.”

“Just stay, man. What’s one dinner? I’d feel at least somewhat bad to make you walk all the way home. We’re done for the week anyways, so I’ll just drive you after we eat.”

You led him to the kitchen, where your mom had cooked some ravioli and tossed a salad. You built your plates and thanked your mom, then sat at the dining room table.

You ate in awkward silence since your parents were in the living room. Your dad had greeted you and Tom when he came home from work, not really realizing who Tom was.

Once your plates were practically cleaned, you cleared the table and took Tom home.

“Thanks again for dinner and driving me. Good luck this weekend.”

Who is this guy and where did he take Tom? He never wishes me luck.

“Yeah no problem. Thank your mom for the bread. And good luck on your game tomorrow, too. I hear it’s gonna be a tough one.”

”They just haven’t met me yet,” he joked, then got out of the car and headed to the door. He tossed one last wave back as you pulled away.

A/N: I’m happy to be posting the next part and with the free time that I have at the moment of formatting this I’m hoping that I can reedit ch 4 and have it up by next week. As always, love you all and thanks for reading!

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Bumpy Ride

Summary: When Haru offered to drive the RV, Makoto’s mind immediately flashed to the past. In that moment she relived the day Haru drove her back to her dorm, every engine rev and jolting turn.

She wasn’t prepared to put the RV, or her friends, through that tumultuous experience.

Word Count: 2000

Author Note: This is based on a gag in Persona 5 Strikers. I couldn’t help myself. The dialogue is not the same as the game because I cannot remember exactly what was said. Spoilers are minimal, less than the trailers for the game.

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The open road stretched ahead of Makoto, farther than the eye could see. The Phantom Thieves had been on the road for only a short while, having just passed through the outskirts of Tokyo. For the next thousand kilometers they would follow the highway, only stopping to take breaks and search for jails.

Behind her, Makoto could hear the others talking. They discussed the jail they already cleared and what they thought the next one could be. Opinions varied greatly on that matter.

Listening to their voices, letting them wash over her as she drove, was comforting. It helped Makoto to stay focused, reminded her what was at risk if she messed up.

Of course, she wouldn’t. She was nothing if not diligent; there would be no accidents with her behind the wheel. If she could navigate Mementos without hitting the randomly spawning shadows, she could certainly drive them across Japan without issue.

Before, when they used to traverse Mementos, she’d been the only Phantom Thief with a driving license. Now though, there was one other.

The member in question spoke up as the road flashed by, speaking directly to Makoto.

“Are you tired Mako-chan? I can take over.” Haru must’ve turned in her seat, since her voice was clear in Makoto’s ear.

The question, which should’ve been a welcome offer, sent a cold shiver down Makoto’s spine.

It’s said that one’s life would flash before their eyes when they’re in danger. Makoto wasn’t sure if this situation qualified, but still she could see it clearly.

She remembered the last time Haru offered to drive. In an instant, she relived the harrowing experience.

It was just one month ago.

Despite it being a Friday night, Makoto was already settled in at home. She had an assignment due at the end of next week, which was already about half done. If she focused, she could make good progress on it tonight.

Makoto was in the middle of typing a sentence when her phone beeped, signifying an incoming text message. She was surprised by the noise; she hadn’t expected to be contacted tonight. Did her sister need something?

Withdrawing her phone only took a moment, and Makoto was quickly able to verify that, no, it was not her sister trying to reach her. Instead, Haru’s name had appeared on the screen.

Makoto clicked to open the message, setting her schoolwork aside for the moment. For the last few months she had texted with Haru a couple times a week, even when she was busy. It was nice to keep in touch, even as their studies had them headed down different paths.

The text asked if Makoto wanted to meet up this weekend. Haru had some time free and wanted to catch up.

Makoto couldn’t say no to that, even if she wanted to. She texted back that that she would love to, and the conversation flowed from there. By the end of the evening, the two agreed to meet at a café between their schools.

There was a subway station not too far from there, so Makoto wouldn’t have any trouble with timely transit.

Haru ended the conversation by saying she had big news, but Makoto would have to wait until tomorrow to find out. Makoto wondered what it could be, but she knew better than to pry. She could wait, no matter how curious she was.

The next day, Makoto made sure to leave plenty of time for the journey. She was always punctual and now would be no different.

She rode the subway, which was running on time today, and soon made it to the café. When Makoto checked the time, she was a few minutes early. That was fine, even expected.

Makoto snagged a small table for two, where she could keep an eye on the door.

She didn’t have to wait long before Haru arrived. The bell over the door tinkled with her entrance, though Makoto didn’t need to hear it to know.

When Haru entered a room, she seemed to bring sunlight with her. She was wearing a new outfit, a cute pink dress and white hat, that Makoto hadn’t seen before. Her brown eyes barely flickered across the café before landing on Makoto, a wide smile spreading across her face.

Makoto stood to greet her, “Haru, it’s good to see you.”

When Haru reached Makoto, she opened her arms for a hug. “I’ve missed you, Mako-chan.” Makoto accepted the embrace, which was something Haru had taken to doing when they didn’t see each other for a while.

Haru gave tight hugs, though she didn’t linger long.

Haru sat down at the table after pulling away, taking her hat to place it in her lap. “I love your jacket, it’s very stylish.”

She must’ve been referring to Makoto’s new clothes, which she had started wearing as the weather warmed. Her cheeks warmed at the complement. “Thank you.” She replied as she sat back down, before complementing Haru’s dress in return.

The two girls then ordered coffee, a different type for each of them, and started the process of catching up.

Haru talked about her studies, how she’d been learning about different soil compositions and what they could be used for. She’d been growing a few different plants at her apartment, much to the annoyance of her landlord. The results had been good though, with a distinct improvement in quality.

Makoto shared as well, telling Haru about her classes so far. She was taking mostly general requirement classes, so she could focus on criminal justice later on. The classes had been harder than high school, but nothing she couldn’t handle.

Haru had giggled at that, and said “That’s so you, Mako-chan.”

It felt like a compliment, one that shouldn’t have been embarrassing. Regardless, after a moment’s pause, Makoto shifted the conversation.

“What was your big news?” Makoto was still curious about that, since Haru hadn’t mentioned it yet.

Haru’s expression lit up and she sat a little straighter in her seat. “That’s right, I was so excited to tell you that I almost forgot.” She put her coffee cup down on the table. “Last week, I got my driver’s license!”

“That’s great, congratulations!” Makoto replied enthusiastically. She knew Haru had been working towards the license, since it would be useful for business travel.

“I’ve been practicing a lot.” Haru said with a firm nod. She continued speaking, recounting some events from her driving training class. As she listened, Makoto recalled her own driving training experiences. They had been over a year ago, but it sounded like the program hadn’t changed much.

As Makoto reached the end of her coffee, she checked the time on her phone. More time than expected had passed; she’d been too engrossed in the conversation to notice.

“Regretfully, I have to head home.” Makoto said when there was a break in conversation, rising from her seat.

Haru stood as well, a small unwelcome frown gracing her usually cheery face. Her eyes were down, looking at her cup on the table. “I should as well.” She said, hands fidgeting slightly with her hat. “Would you like a ride home?”

“A ride?” Makoto wasn’t sure what Haru was offering. She’d been planning to get home the same way she came, by taking the subway.

Now Haru’s eyes came up to meet hers, with an almost shy look. “I drove here, so if you’d like I can drive you home.”

So, not only did Haru get her license, she also had a car. There was a problem with her driving Makoto home though. “It’s out of the way, I wouldn’t want to inconvenience you.” She protested, despite knowing it was a weak one.

This seemed to give Haru more confidence, as her lips turned up into a smile. “It’s the opposite. I’d be happy to.” She insisted.

Who was Makoto to refuse? “Very well, in that case I accept.”

Now Haru was beaming, drawing the eyes of other patrons as she radiated warmth and energy. “Wonderful! I’ll lead the way.”

She turned to exit the café, with Makoto following behind her. They turned right out of the door and walked down the street.

“Where did you park?” Makoto asked, looking around for a parking lot. It was difficult to park a car in the city, which was a big part of why she didn’t have one.

Haru was half a step ahead of her, certain in direction she chose. “It’s not far.”

Within a couple minutes, they reached the parking garage. It was a multi-story one, as was common to save space. Makoto followed Haru inside, and then up the stairs to the third floor.

When they reached the center of the floor, Haru stopped at a car. Honestly, when she saw this one in the distance Makoto should’ve guessed that it belonged to Haru.

It was a Lexus, which wasn’t obvious by itself. No, this car was also bright hot pink. Haru grinned from ear to ear as she unlocked it, before gesturing at it with a flourish.

“It’s easy to find.” Was the only compliment Makoto was able to muster before being ushered into the passenger’s seat. She closed the door and buckled her seatbelt as Haru climbed into the driver’s seat.

After buckling up, Haru again looked nervous. She had her hands on the wheel, and was looking down at them with a stern expression.

It only lasted for a moment, and she snapped out of it before Makoto could ask what was wrong.

“Ready to go!” Haru exclaimed, turning the key in the engine to start the car. She then backed out of the space and started driving down the ramps to leave the parking garage.

Makoto thought she handled the tight space pretty well, for a new driver. She wasn’t close to any of the walls and was able to exit the garage without any close calls.

Makoto was about to compliment her skills, before they hit the streets. That was when things changed.

As soon as Haru turned out onto the street, she hit the gas far harder than needed. The car accelerated quickly, shooting off down the road.

Makoto clutched the door to maintain her balance, but couldn’t stop her stomach from churning.

She glanced over at Haru, who had a distinct smile on her face as she drove. She looked so happy, Makoto reconsidered complaining about the speed.

Then they skidded around a corner, the tires screeching from the friction. Makoto wondered if her face was turning green.

The rest of the drive was like that, with minimal conversation, high speed turns, and the smell of burnt tires.

When Haru stopped in front of Makoto’s apartment complex, she was still smiling.

“Let me know if you ever need a ride.” She said, as Makoto was trying to exit the car onto shaking limbs.

The very thought of driving with Haru again almost finished the job of emptying Makoto’s stomach. She was still leaning on the car door once she stood, so she turned back to speak to Haru.

“I think you need more practice first.” Makoto was able to speak without collapsing. As she talked, she noticed the way Haru’s face fell slightly, a small but significant change. “Once you do, I’ll be counting on you.” She added, unable to accept causing Haru harm.

Haru perked right back up. “Of course!”

After Makoto closed the door, she staggered up unto the sidewalk. Haru waved from inside the car, before speeding away down the street.

She would need a lot more practice before Makoto got into a car with her again.

All of those events flashed before Makoto’s eyes as she drove the RV, the images transposing themselves above the road ahead. It had only been a month since then, and while Haru had gotten some practice in it surely would not be enough.

Makoto wasn’t prepared to subject their friends to Haru’s speed demon ways.

“I’m alright.” Makoto replied without turning her head. “You’ve only just received your license, so it’s best if I drive.”

“Alright, but if you need a break let me know!” Haru insisted, Makoto could imagine the expression on her face, the small pout on her lips.

Makoto had a hard time saying no to her.

“I will.”

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I’m Still Me

Part 2 to Who Are You?

Pairing: Frat!Fuckboy!Peter Parker x Reader

Word Count: 1.9k+

Summary: Peter’s trying really, really hard to win you back. It won’t be that easy this time, though

Warning(s): Some cursing, a sad little Peter Parker, I think that’s all this time though

A/N: Annnnddddd here’s Part 2!! I hope that you like it!! There will definitely be more parts to this!!

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Peter couldn’t sleep. He couldn’t eat. He had been skipping classes, not being able to focus on anything except for the events that unfolded three weeks prior.

“I don’t know this you, and honestly, I don’t want to.”

That was the last that he had heard from you. He had been calling and texting, trying to get your attention around campus, and even trying to get your friends to talk to you, all to no avail.

Everyone was mad at him. And he knew that he deserved it. You were right. He had changed. He had become the kind of person that he hated in the movies. The jerk that stops caring about anything except when the next party was going to be and who the next girl he was going to be taking to bed.

He had thought that the life he was living was perfect. Until he lost you.

Or so he says.

You had been his best friend since he was a Junior in high school. Maybe he just didn’t know how to function without you.

He met you when you were 15, he thought that you were so young when he met you. Little did he know, you were only slightly more than a year younger. And you were a hell of a lot smarter than he was, so it didn’t really matter how old you were. You were the one that had always held him together.

Maybe that’s why you hadn’t talked when you came to college the year after him. You hadn’t been there to hold him together, and he fell apart.

Poor boy has been doing everything in his power to get you to notice him since that day.

He’s gone so far as to leave you notes where he knows you’ll find them. Which is sweet and all, but you know that the second he convinces you to let him abc into your life, he’ll become a dick again.

But you already made that mistake once. You won’t be making it again.

You remind yourself of this every single time that you read the texts or the notes.

The one that really got to you the most was one that you knew he couldn’t fake.

He remembers everything about the day that he met you, and he described it to you in that stupid note.

You opened the note in your English class, Peter having somehow slipped it into your bag right next to the book that you had to read for this class.

You swore that someone was working with him, helping him get you back, you just couldn’t figure out who.

That was the only way that these notes could continue to get to you.

I’ll have to figure out if anyone had any idea who it could be later, you thought to yourself as you began to read the note.

Do you remember the first day that we met? Because I do. I’ll never forget that day.

i had just walked into lunch, ready to just sit back and relax, think about anything but school for 30 minutes. But then I saw you. You were exactly where I normally sat. At first, I thought that you had just accidentally sat at the wrong table. But then one of my friends looked over at me.

“Hey, Parker, this is y/n. She’s gonna sit here now.” They looked at me like they dared me to say a single word about it.

Little did they know that there was no way in the world that I would say anything about it. You were the prettiest girl that I had ever seen. And the way you were smiling shyly at me made my knees weak.

I sat down next to you, introducing myself.

You had the cutest little blush on your cheeks, all flustered from meeting a table full of new people.

Because you had been invited to sit there, there was less room than usual, so this girl that we were friends with tried to sit on my lap. I wasn’t into that, mostly because I couldn’t stop thinking about that smile that you kept on your face. So, when she tried to sit on my lap, I moved closer to you. I made room for her.

Really, it was a nice excuse to get closer to you.

That day, I got my first ever hug from you, and I was so happy that you felt comfortable enough with me to hug me. I had a smile on my face for the rest of the day.

I looked forward to each and every day that I got to see you.

I’m sorry that I changed. But please, please, let me make it up to you.

I can change back. I’ll be different. I’ll be the man that you deserve.

That was the first note from him that you didn’t rip up and throw away. That was the first of them that really hit you hard.

Every single one after that just put little cracks in the foundation of the walls that you built to keep Peter out.

For a few weeks, you hated yourself for it. Thought that you were stupid, clueless, and naive for letting him have any affect of you whatsoever. But you couldn’t help it. He knew exactly what to do to get to you.

His onslaught of notes and attempts to get you back in his life continued for a month after you walked away.

And then one day, you didn’t get a text. You didn’t get a call or a note or a friend saying he had asked about you.

You weren’t surprised. Everyone eventually gave up. He just seemed so adamant on getting you back in his life that it seemed it would last forever. Basically you were disappointed, but not surprised.

You went on with your day just like you had before you had ever met him. You focused on the things that were the most important, schoolwork and your mental health.

You were having a ‘me day’. Movies, face masks, teeth whitening, the whole nine yards.

You had told all of your friends this so that nobody would interrupt.

Which means that you were completely pissed off when the doorbell rang. You sighed the most overdramatic sigh that anyone had ever sighed, and you walked to the door, hair in a messy bun and a bright pink face mask stuck on your face.

“I told you I’m having a - Peter? What are you doing here?” You suddenly became very conscious of what you looked like. Why didn’t you just ignore the door?

“I, uh, I wanted to give you these.” He pulls out a box of chocolate and some flowers.

“You didn’t have to, Peter.” You suddenly feel very guilty for the way you had been ignoring him for the past month. He had been trying his hardest to prove to you that he could be better, that he could go back to being the Peter that you knew and loved. And you didn’t even let him actually speak to you. You didn’t let him get out what he had to say.

“I know I didn’t have to, but I wanted to. I want to show you how much you mean to me. I really do. I miss you so much. Just please, let me say what I;ve been rehearsing in the mirror for the past week, and then you can kick me out if you want to.” The look in his eyes makes it downright impossible to say no to him, so you open the door a little wider and step to the side so that he can walk past you.

He stands in your living room, as if he’s scared of sitting down. Like he thinks that would push you too far.

“You can sit down Peter. The couch won’t bite.” You motion for him to take a seat as you all but flop down onto the couch.

He lets out a dry chuckle as he sits down next to you.

“Do you want to give me that speech now?” You ask after a few minutes go by in silence.

“Right, right. Um, look. I know, I messed up. I became the guy that I hated and said that I would never turn into. I promised you that I would never turn into a guy that you would hate. And I know that I broke that promise. But please, please, pretty please with a cherry on top, let me have one more chance. I will prove to you that I am not the person that I have turned into since college started. This isn’t who I want to be. I want to be your best friend. I want to be the guy that makes you proud to have me in your life. I want to be the kind of guy that your parents can go back to liking. I want to be everything you want me to be and more. I’ll stop going to the parties. I’ll stop with the girls. I’ll only go to the mixers that are mandatory because of the frat. I won’t be the one who plans these crazy ridiculous things. I’ll stop with all of it. The drinking, the smoking weed, the everything. Just please, give me a chance. Let me show you that I’m still me.” His eyes are pleading with you, begging you to give him just one more chance, just one more to prove himself. To show you just how much better that he can be.

“Peter, you can’t just change for me. You have to change for yourself. I can’t be the reason that you change, because unless you want to change, doing this is going to make you hate me. Giving up the parties and the girls is going to make you hate me. Because it will be my fault that you don’t have those things anymore.”

“I want to change. I really do. I don’t need those things anymore, all I need is you. Without you, none of things mean anything to me anyway. And I know you may not believe me now, but I swear, I’m going to show you, if you give me this chance.”

“I don’t give people second chances, Peter. And I sure as hell don’t give people third chances.” You can see his face visibly fall at this. “So, you better not waste it, Peter, because it will not be happening again.”

“He throws his arms around you, obviously too excited to contain himself anymore.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you!” You giggle at how excited he is.

“Don’t make me regret this, Parker.” You can’t help but let your arms snake their way around his waist, enjoying the hug.

“I won’t. I promise you.”

“Alright, so how are you proving it to me?”

“We start tomorrow. Be ready by 7, I’ll be back to pick you up.” He says as he gets up and walks toward the door.

“Alright, what should I wear?”

“Something that makes all the other guys wish you were with them.” He says, making you blush.

“Alright, I’ll try.”

“Actually no, wear a dress. Whatever you want. All the guys would be wishing you were theirs even if you were in a potato sack. So just, wear a dress. One that makes you feel comfortable. You’ll look great in anything.”

You’re blushing even harder as he walks out and you shut the door behind him.

What did you just get yourself into?

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Hi!! I would like to make a Fred x female reader request where they are really good friends and she goes on a date with cormac but he just uses her and is rude etc. And Fred witnesses this and gives cormac a piece of his mind and he takes her on a real date so it’s angest and lots of fluff and cuteness at the end :) can’t wait to see it! I know it’ll be amazing! :)

Hi! Thank you for that trust, I hope I’m able to live up to that, here you go!

Warnings: Language, toxic relationship

A Good Guy

Fred was your best friend. If he ever had to choose between you and George- well he’d probably choose George, but you’d understand, you’d probably tell him to, because you were Fred’s best friend. So when he saw you at the Three Broomsticks one Saturday afternoon in a booth with Cormac McLaggen, after he hadn’t seen you since breakfast, he sure was surprised, to say the least. Sure you’d seemed a bit giddy at breakfast but he just thought that was because you had just finished your OWLs and were now good for the last three weeks of the school year. He couldn’t keep his eyes off you as you were telling Cormac some story while he was staring down your neckline.

Fred found himself growing angry. It wasn’t that he was jealous - maybe a little, but that’s not where his anger came from. It was that Cormac obviously wasn’t listening to your story, even though you were talking so animatedly. It was that Cormac was staring at your boobs instead of actually caring about you. It was that you deserved better than Cormac McLaggen. You deserved a good guy. Someone like- Someone like him. Yeah, maybe he was jealous.

Only then did he notice the open book and the parchments in front of you. You weren’t even telling him a story. You were trying to tutor him and he wasn’t listening to you. Cormac started kissing your cheek and down to your neck as you were playfully pushing him away and giggling.

„Fred? Mate, you alright?“, George snapped his fingers in front of his face, trying to regain his attention as he had been talking about some awesome prank he was planning to play on Filch.

„Sorry, I was just- I was just distracted“, he swallowed his anger and tried not paying attention to you anymore.

He tried his best to ignore you and Cormac. But he rarely saw you anymore and when he did you were always talking about how charming your boyfriend was. He bit his tongue because even though Cormac was a little shit, you deserved better and he was completely and utterly in love with you, you seemed happy.

He let that go on for another two weeks but he noticed that you looked more tired and stressed. You even stopped talking about Cormac’s charm. He didn’t quite understand where it all came from. You were done with most of your schoolwork for the year. It was mostly just preparation for the next year and leisurely repetitions of what you’d already learned. You didn’t play Quidditch, you weren’t in any other clubs and you weren’t even spending time with him or George or any of your other friends. How was one person tiring you out so much?

Finally he found you in the library one day. You were alone, late at night, sitting in the corner and writing on some parchment.

„What are you doing there?“, he asked when he sat down with you.

„Writing a Charms-essay“, you responded, not even looking at him.

„You don’t have anymore essays to hand in this year, you told me that.“

„It’s not mine.“

„What? Why would you be writing an essay that’s not yours?“

„Because Cormac asked for my help. Now if you would excuse me, there’s only half an hour left until curfew and he needs to hand this in tomorrow.“

„(Y/N), don’t you think he should be writing his own essays?“, he took your hand so you had to stop writing.

„How is that any different than that time I wrote your Herbology essay last year?“

„Because that was one time and I’m really bad at Herbology. It was also half as long as this one“, he looked at the long scroll of parchment, unrolling it and realizing that you must at least have been sitting here all day, „Besides, I paid you back in sweets and thank-yous. What’s McLaggen given you?“

You looked down in thought. Then you whispered: „I don’t know.“

Fred took the quill out of your hand and laid it down. He then took your arm to lead you back to your common room and didn’t leave until you had gone inside. Even after he stuck around a few more minutes, just to make sure you wouldn’t run right back to the library. Only then did he go back to his own common room.

The next morning as he entered the Great Hall he saw you being diminished by Cormac.

„I failed that Charms essay, why didn’t I hand one in? You fucked up, (Y/N), big time. I should’ve never trusted you with this. Because obviously you can’t be trusted“, he yelled at you, loud enough to intimidate you, but too quiet to have anyone step in, or at least no one did. So Fred decided to do it.

„You didn’t hand in your Charms essay because you didn’t write one, you little piece of shit. Start doing your own work and maybe it’ll pay off. Or maybe it won’t. I don’t care either way, but stop using (Y/N) so you can be lazy. Now toss off and stay away from her, wanker“, he turned around to see you behind him, tears in your eyes, but a smile growing on your face as Fred was protecting you.

You both sat down for breakfast and the weight of the past two weeks fell off your shoulders as you got back into a conversation with Fred and all your other friends. When you were about to get up to go to class, Fred caught your wrist in his hand. You turned back around to him and smiled.

„Maybe on Saturday I could take you out to the Three Broomsticks? You know, a proper date, with a good guy?“, he smiled.

Your smile grew as well as you leaned back down to him. „I would really like that“, you pressed a kiss to his cheek and then turned around with a new swing in your step as you went off to class.

Fred was your best friend. If he had to ever choose between you and George he would probably choose you, because you were the love of Fred’s life.

#harry potter #fred weasley #fred weasley x reader #cormac mclaggen

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