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reareaotaku · 2 months

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I Am Not A Clone [Series]

Where the Fuck am I

Summary: You accidentally get enrolled into Clone High, even though you are not a clone. Instead of kicking you out, Principal Scudworth decided to keep you to see how the clones react to a real human- Not a clone. Pairings: Various x Reader

You groaned, rubbing your head. You didn't remember what happened or where you were. This- Caused a panic to stir in you. You quickly sat up and looked around what looked like an office. Well- more like a science lab with all the flasks and mysterious liquids.

You frown, rubbing your head, before sitting up. You yawn, walking towards the door, but you are grabbed and pushed back into the chair. You looked around confused only to see a crazy-looking man in a lab coat. He had yellow rubber clothes, which were clasped together. A banner of his name 'Scudworth' was engraved into it. This was the moment you were going to die.

There's a moment of silence before he speaks. "You may be wondering why you're here."

'No shit,' You thought, trying hard to contain your eye roll.

"It seems the administration made a mistake when enrolling you."

"So, you can unenroll me, right?" You asked hopefully, your eyes nearly shining with glee and hope.

The man smirks, as if you had just told him a funny joke. "Unenroll you? Now why would I do that? This is fate."

"Fate?"

"Yes!" he stands up, his chair spinning as he walks over to your side, "The first Natural-born human amongst clones of historical figures of the world. This is what was meant to happen."

"What was?"

He turns away from you and looks over at his many degrees on the wall. You hear him chuckle, causing you to worry. "Why you coming here. You were meant to be here. To see how the clones would react with you. It is the perfect science experiment. It will determine how they will react to the..." He turns back to you, "Natural World."

"And I have to be an unwilling participant?"

"Well, it's not like you have a choice. Just imagine the possibilities."

You frowned, "Possibilities?"

"Yes," He turns back to you, and pats your shoulder. "A new year has begun and things will be... incredible."

'Oh my god, this man has lost his mind,' You thought, shaking your head. "You can't do this to me- I have rights-"

"Do you? Besides, this is a regular school, so there is no reason for you to go to another school. It will be in your best interest to stay in this school."

'Is he threatening me?'

A smile over takes his face and he claps his hands, "Alright. Go, go. You will definitely be popular."

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You sat in a room full of strangers- Well, they weren't really strangers. You recognized a few of them as historical figures such as Joan of Arc, Abraham Lincoln, and Ghandi?

"The first day of school is always awkward. I just want you to know I can relate. You see, I'm not just your kindly history teacher. I'm also the first mostly-human clone."

You have to hold in a gag when seeing the creature. God, this had to be some type of crime against humanity.

"Spliced in a little sheep DNA." He pats his arm with his cane. Which is fine with me."

"You can't even tell, Mr. Sheepman."

'Ah, yes you can,' You thought to yourself, but you'd never say that aloud.

"Thank you! Before you leave, we have an announcement from Miss of Arc."

"Now, I know I don't have to tell you how committed I am to community service."

You frowned, before tilting your head. 'What the fuck is she talking about? She's nothing like THE Joan of Arc.'

"That's why I'm starting a teen crisis hotline and I'm looking for volunteers."

'Nevermind. Maybe she is.' You quickly raise your hand, but immediately put it down when seeing the look of disappointment cross her face. 'Bitch.' Though you were the only person left in the classroom, so she had to go with you.

"I've never seen you before, are you new?"

"Something like that." You pick up your bag, before putting out your hand, "Y/n L/n."

She looks at you confused, "That doesn't sound like any historical figure I know."

"Yeah, because I'm not."

"What?"

"I'm not a clone."

You can see the look of confusion appear on her face as her eyebrows cross, "What? But this is Clone High? Why would you not be a clone in clone high?"

"That's a good question. So, when do you need my help?"

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You walk through the halls, gawking at the many historical figures, impressed by the many you could see. Though, you should have paid attention to where you were walking, because you ran into a taller man.

The man turns around, but makes no move to help you. Instead, he gestures at you as a whole, "Aye- You're new?"

You turn towards the voice. Your eyes nearly popped out of your skull when you saw him, "Oh god, you're John F Kennedy!"

He laughs, shaking his head, "Yes, Yes I am. And who are you?"

"Y/n."

He hums, "I don't remember that name-"

"It's complicated."

He laughs, "Haha! Complicated. I like you. I'm having a party Friday, you should come."

"Party? Like highschool party?"

"Aye, you are so funny!" He clasp a hand on your shoulder before letting out a hardy laugh. He wipes a tear from his eye and takes off.

"Oh, wow, your first party. Maybe this year will be different."

#clone high #clone high x reader #yandere x reader #yandere horror #cleopatra x reader #jfk x reader #joan of arc #joan of arc x reader #abe lincoln x reader #joan x reader #cleo x reader

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take-it-on-the-run · 1 month

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Castiel Playlist

"I cared about the whole world because of you."

A/N: Could also be interpreted as 'Being in Love With Castiel'

Eye In The Sky // The Alan Parsons Project

I am the eye in the sky; looking at you; I can read your mind

Little Dark Age // MGMT

Forgiving who you are, for what you stand to gain; just know that if you hide, it doesn't go away

Bigmouth Strikes Again // The Smiths

And I've got no right to take my place to the human race

Wicked Game // Chris Isaak

I never dreamed that I'd love somebody like you; I never dreamed that I'd lose somebody like you; no, I don't wanna fall in love; (this world is only gonna break your heart)

Young and Beautiful // Lana Del Rey

Will you still love me when I got nothing but my aching soul?

Eyes Without A Face // Billy Idol

Got no human grace; you're eyes without a face

Lies in the Eyes of Love // Part Time

No, it's not right; she tells me lies in the eyes of love

Oh Ana // Mother Mother

You are the angel that I couldn't kill

bitter love // Flowers in Antarctica

Our sinners vow, your cardinal sin; hold me tightly; sculpt me out of desire; I'm not bitter love

The Blackest Day // Lana Del Rey

Getting darker and darker; looking for love; in all the wrong places

Afraid // The Neighborhood

When I wake up, I'm afraid; somebody else might take my place

Francesca // Hozier

I would still be surprised I could find you; darlin', in any life; if I could hold you for a minute

Behind Blue Eyes // The Who

But my dreams, they aren't as empty; as my conscience seems to be; I have hours; only lonely; my love is vengeance that's never free

The Night We Met // Lord Huron

I had all and then most of you; some and now none of you; take me back to the night we met; I don't know what I'm supposed to do; haunted by the ghost of you

Memories Fade // Tears For Fears

Memories still fade but the scars still linger; goodbye my friend; will I ever love again?

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jfks-phat-cheeks · 2 years

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Van Gogh, JFK and Joan w/ a ftm reader please?

Why yes ofc! apologies if this is a little short, I'm getting back into this writing format lmao (a post for my fellow transmascs out there)

Van Gogh With A FtM Reader

They would be very supportive of you, whether you told him at the beginning of your relationship or even later in. There would be a lot of mutual understanding and appreciation of each other (I stand by my firm beliefs in genderfluid van gogh <3)

I definitely think that they would do all they could to make you as comfortable as possible, a lot of encouragement and support. Whatever you need he would be there for.

If you go the through of going on hormones he would be right there by your side! if its shots and you don't feel comfortable doing them yourself, they will try and help you. And if you end up doing any surgeries, he will be by your side the whole-time post-op. "Oh no don't do that I'll grab it for you!" is something you would be hearing a lot

Dude is so protective of your honor and image, would probably bite someone's fingers off if they said anything wrong about you or misgendered you ngl.

Jfk With A FtM Reader

Oh, this poor man, he would try his hardest, but you would have to explain it to him a couple of times before he actually gets it. Once he does, he would need your guidance as you how to be there for you and help.

Would definitely be like "uh the boy ones :D?" and then look to you to see if he got it right when asked his pronouns. Which is adorable in hindsight but makes you shake your head in the moment.

He lends you his old clothes. All the time. So many clothes. This is good if you like his style but if not good luck, you can use some of it to sleep in though so it's a win win no matter what Ig. Does just throw hands to defend you. It's just what he does, it's almost like a love language for him. Oh, someone said something bad about my boyfriend? I am going to break their jaw :). You just got to expect it. Eventually people won't even try to say nasty shit because they know that they'll be hunted down for it.

Joan With A FtM Reader

Joan would be your number 1 supporter no matter what. They would be by your side from the very beginning and is there for whatever you need. Want to go shopping? She might not like too, but for you she'll do it. Need help changing your name and pronouns in the system? She will be fighting right by your side.

They love you very much and I feel like if you have top surgery, she will trace your scars when they are healed. It would just become a habit for her when you two are laying down together.

On days where you are feeling particularly dysphoric, she would sit you down on the couch and you would watch your favorite movies and eat your favorite snacks.

Will beat the shit out of people for you like Jfk, she would hold no remorse. The only difference here is that she would wait for you to tell her it's okay to do so.

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heartsforellie · 3 months

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There is absolutely no way on god’s beautiful green earth I just witnessed someone saying Joan of arc was a trans man😭

She was considered a saint?? She went to war because she believed angels told her to?? Her war banner had angels and crosses all over it??? When she was being burned she yelled for her executioners to raise the cross infront of her higher because she couldn’t see it above the flames?? While she was being burned it’s a historical fact they heard her screaming “Jesus!” While she was being burned??

Who tf honestly believes she was trans what??

#joan of arc #roman empire #medieval #ellie x reader

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vrisrezis · 2 years

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Hope your still up for Clone High requests cuz honestly I love Joan and I want her to end up with someone good for her - sorry JFK I’m just not totally sold on you for her dude though it’s cute 😅

I’ve been toying for quite some time with my own Clone High OC so how about Joan finding a kindred spirit in a Clone of Vlad the Impaler?

Honestly, I was thinking a dude because there’s this running gag idea I have that involves just how ridiculously quick his facial hair grows back and it’s frustrating for him, but I’m not going to ramble about it 😆

Anyway, so this clone is typically avoided by a lot of their peers because they just look intimidating AS ALL HELL and of course their clone father’s legendary viciousness, which unfortunately this clone has been assumed to possess as well. Even JFK avoids him, although he won’t admit to being intimidated - he just doesn’t want to be turned into a Werewolf… Yeah… JFK thinks the Vlad Clone is a Werewolf…

Though as intimidating and seemingly “mysterious” as they may seem, the clone is actually a big old reserved softie underneath the looks and surprising deep yet gentle voice.

Anyway, have fun with it 😉 and can’t wait to see what you cook up

everyone be sold on jfk x Joan but I’m honestly a cleo x Joan enjoyer . Joan had bisexual vibes to the max bro

Anyways generally speaking Joan doesn’t judge people based on appearances too much or based on what people think so I honestly think the two of you would become friends one way or another, despite abe and gandhis bs. I think she might be slightly intimidated but would quickly be charmed by your soft personality. And yknow, deep voices are pretty hot so that’s a plus.

#Joan of arc x reader #Joan x reader #clone high x reader #clone high Joan x reader #clone high Joan of arc x reader

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vettelsvee · 11 days

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WELCOME TO MY TORTURED DRIVERS DEPARTMENT (LITTLE MIX'S VERSION)

a formula 1 short stories compilation about my favourite drivers based on each little mix song

my tortured drivers department masterlist

IMPORTANT INFO YOU'D LIKE TO KNOW!

this compilation will include short stories about sebastian vettel, lewis hamilton, fernando alonso, oscar piastri, mick schumacher, lando norris, george russell, carlos sainz, max verstappen and charles leclerc.

these works will be driver x reader or driver x fem!oc, and will contain smau, first and third pov, smut and au, mostly. however, i'm open to any topic!

we will be doing an album every week or every two weeks. to choose each album, i'll post a first poll about a certain artist, and then i'll post another poll asking you exactly which album do you want me to post about. ¡! each poll will have de duration of 24 hours, which means we'll need two days to choose an album

i'll try to post as much as i can. however, i'm a uni student and my schedule can change a lot. for this reason, i apologize in advance. also, english is not my first language, so there can be mistakes (feel free to let me know about them!)

taglist is open for all of you who want to join me in my very own tortured drivers department! just let me know in the comments of this post or each artists post!

DNA

SALUTE

GET WEIRD

GLORY DAYS

LM5

CONFETTI

BETWEEN US

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telekineticseance · 11 months

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STUDY BUDDIES

pairing: ted logan x afab! reader

summary: your teacher gives you the assignment of tutoring one of the dumbest kids in school

genre: smut

word count: 1895

cw: p in v, dick riding

author’s note: this is mainly for @animulnitrate because they asked so nicely and they're my roomie so i can't say no

“Help out Ted Logan? The guy who thinks Joan of Arc is Noah’s wife?” You asked your teacher, you couldn’t believe what you were hearing. You were usually fine with tutoring others but when it came to Ted Logan, it was a lost cause. He barely knew basic math, spending hours with him trying to teach him history would be a nightmare.

“Yes..I know it’ll be hard at first but he needs to pass this exam or else he’s not passing the year and he’ll have to repeat a grade.” Mr.Ryan, your history teacher, explained to you He knew how bad Ted was and Ted’s best friend Bill was just as bad. You couldn’t imagine being in his shoes and having to teach not one of them, but both of them, at the same time. You let out a sigh of agreement and nodded before walking out of the class running into Ted at the end of the hallway.

“Whoa hey there Dudette! Gotta watch where you’re going.” He said, his hands holding onto your arms as he looked down at you with a grin on his face. You scoffed slightly at him while rolling your eyes and brushing his hands away. “Look Logan, I’ve been given the task of tutoring you tonight in preparation for your exam.”

Ted chuckled while nodding his head, his hair bouncing in the process, “Well alright! Alone time with a babe like you? I’m so down!” You hid back a giggle, as he smiled down at you. “Uh yeah..right. So do you want to study at your place?” You asked him.

“My place sounds sick!” You nodded as he gave you his address and the two of you parted ways before you went to the rest of your classes.

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You walked up the steps to Ted’s front door and knocked gently, while holding onto the bag on your shoulder with your other hand. You heard footsteps run down the stairs before a loud bang on the door and the door opened revealing a disheveled Ted with one of those grins on his face, “My savior! Come in.” He said, moving to the side so you can walk in. You walk past him, looking around at the decorations, expecting to see something the total opposite than the preppy vibes you were viewing.

Ted lightly grabbed your arm and led you up the stairs, “Come on we can go to my room!” He ran up the stairs with you closely behind before leading you to a bedroom which was a lot more like you expected. The bed was unmade with posters plastered in random spots all over the walls of different movies and rock bands. Including some homemade posters of something called Wyld Stallyns. He stood in front of you throwing his arms in the air, “Presenting tu casa!”

You paused looking at him, “Actually..” You started before he dropped his hands and raised his eyebrow and you stopped, “Nevermind. Yes this is tu casa.” He grinned while nodding again before sitting down on his bed with a plop and you took your bag off your shoulder, sitting next to him before pulling out books. You sat your history book in your lap, opening it to a page before turning to him, “Okay so I thought I would start with the beginning and then just going through at whatever pace is more comfortable for you?” You asked him, looking over as he looked down at the book in your lip while nodding.

As the two of you looked through the book, Ted would inch closer to where your legs would be touching and you’d scoot away a little more. He would also move his hand close to yours as you held the pages open, lightly stroking his pinky against your hand in the process. Every time he’d try you would awkwardly clear your throat and move away from him, but he’d just go back to trying. Eventually Ted took a deep breath before looking at you, “You know…you’re quite the babe.”

You raised an eyebrow, looking at him as he grinned that same grin he’s had practically all night. “Thank..you?” His eyes widened a little bit and he shifted his position to look at you more, “No what I meant was you’re bodacious! Uh..a sight to see! Hot!” You couldn’t help but let out a giggle at his actions, he wasn’t smart but you did think he was cute at times. He blushed slightly, looking back down at the book, pointing at a picture of Napoleon, “Who’s the guy with the funny hat?”

You started to tell him the history of Napoleon Bonaparte and the French Revolution as he listened closely, nodding while you talked. Eventually you were interrupted by Ted moving in close, kissing you deeply. Your eyes widened as you pulled away and looked at him, “Oh I’m sorry.” He apologized, putting his hand over his mouth. You sat there in shock before leaning in and kissing him yourself. He slowly moved his hand up to your arms, stroking them as the two of you kissed. Your hands gripped onto the black vest he was always wearing as you deepened the kiss.

He pulled away, his lips a dark shade of pink from the kiss as he looked down at you, “Whoa.” He grinned as he slowly opened his eyes, almost as if he were in a trance. You felt your face heat up as you nodded. He bit his bottom lip slightly looking in your eyes, as his hand lightly stroked your cheek. “Can we do that again?” He asked gently, leaning closer again. You nodded, caressing his cheek before kissing him again. You repositioned yourself, letting the history book fall to the floor as you sat in front of him on your knees.

Both of your hands were on the sides of his face, while his hands moved to your waist. Your tongue explored his mouth as he let out a few hums during the kiss. You slipped off the vest from his torso, and started to pull at his shirt before he put his hands on yours, pulling away. “I can’t.” He whispered against your lips. You pulled your hands away and distanced yourself from him, “Oh.”

“No no I want to,” He corrected before thinking for a minute, “But I just…I wouldn’t know what to do.” He mumbled, looking down at his lap, picking at one of the patches on his shorts. Did he mean? You lifted his face, looking into his eyes, “Have you done anything like this before?” He shook his head, looking into your eyes. You thought for a minute before moving close to him, “I can teach you..if you’d want.”

He smiled as he looked at you, “You would?” You nodded slowly as he nodded back, “Okay!” You giggled while rolling your eyes playfully before kissing him again, leaning him back against the headboard. You straddled his lap, moving your hands to start pulling off the shirt again. He moved his hands to your waist, pulling you close to him. Your hands moved to your own shirt, pulling it over your head as Ted watched, his eyes widening once he saw you in your bra. His gaze lingered on your chest, “Do you want me to take this off too?” You asked him, tracing your fingers along the lace of your bra. He gulped, nodding slowly as you unclasped your bra, pulling it off and putting it next to the two of you.

His eyes stayed focused on your chest, as you felt his length growing against your crotch. You bit your bottom lip before Ted leaned in, placing wet kisses on your chest before placing his lips on your nipple. Lightly sucking and biting on it, causing you to let out a moan. Your fingers tangled into his hair before he pulled away and looked up at you, “Is this okay?” You nodded slowly and he moved his mouth to your other nipple before repeating the process.

You moved your hips, grinding your crotch against his. He pulled his mouth away, letting out a breath of air while closing his eyes tight from the feeling. He looked up at you, his lids barely open. You bit your bottom lip before removing yourself from his lip and starting to pull off his shorts. You were slightly confused from the layering he was doing as when you pulled down the shorts, he had a pair of gray sweats on underneath. He bit his bottom lip, “They’re comfier than boxers.” He said softly.

You nodded, pulling down the sweats, revealing his growing length. He bit his bottom lip when he noticed you staring. He was definitely above average and you couldn’t help but let your gaze linger. You slowly pulled off your panties from underneath your skirt and threw them onto the floor before straddling Ted’s lap again. You could see the sweat beads from his forehead as he looked up at you, “Are you sure you want this?” You asked him, your hand caressing his face. He nodded slowly, “I-I’m just nervous. You’re really really pretty.”

You giggled slightly at him before kissing him deeply, moving your to the base of his cock, stroking him gently. He let out a gasp into the kiss, followed by a soft groan. You positioned the tip to your throbbing clit before lowering yourself down, He buried his head into your chest, letting out a small whimper as you continued moving your hips against him. He leaned his head back against the headboard, biting his bottom lip as you slid up and down on his length.

A mixture of moans and whimpers escaped his lips as you continued moving, rocking your hips in the process. You dug your nails into his chest, as his grip tightened on your hips. He thrusted his hips up causing you to let out a moan, throwing your head back in pleasure. Ted opened his eyes partially, watching you before leaning back and starting to kiss on your chest again, leaving marks all the way from your neck down.

Your hips moved in sync with one another as you felt Ted’s stomach tighten from underneath you before his eyebrows furrowed, “I-I’m cl- hmm.” He interrupted his sentence with a hum, throwing his head back against the headboard once more. You leaned down and pressed your lips to his once you felt yourself starting to reach your own high. Ted let out a small gasp as you felt his tip twitch , the two of you releasing at the same time. You rode out your high, practically sinking onto his chest, feeling the energy evaporate from your body. Ted’s face was flushed a deep shade of pink and his hair was sticking to his forehead from the sweat. You pulled yourself off of him, sitting on the bed next to him while processing the events that just happened.

“That was..” You started, “Excellent?” Ted said, looking at you.

You giggled slightly in response, “Sure. Let’s go with excellent.”

“Can we do it again?” He asked, his hand snaking around your waist as he buried his face in your neck. You nodded, knowing the two of you probably wouldn’t be getting much more tutoring done for the night.

#this was fun #thanks bestie for suggesting this #ted logan #ted theodore logan #bill and ted's excellent adventure #ted logan x reader #ted logan smut

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elizais · 2 months

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osamu dazai

some of these works i'm not too proud of, yet reside here nonetheless

"the longest day"

"being partnered with dazai and chuuya"

"meeting dazai in the pm as teens"

"what he loves about you"

"puppy love"

"how to survive the great war"

your version of poodle

dazai who doesn't explicitly tell the agency abt his lover

"photographic memories"

when their s/o has a motorcycle (chuuya, osamu, atsushi)

"girls just want to have fun!" ft. chuuya

first kiss w pm!dazai

kids?? (dazai, chuuya and tecchou)

little touches drabble

when their s/o is a reader (chuuya, dazai, ranpo)

when their s/o needs glasses (chuuya, dazai, fyodor)

dazai and his crab (not an x reader)

"when you know, you know" (dazai, chuuya, jouno, sigma)

and now i know how joan of arc felt

arguments and make ups

osamuisms

nail polish rendezvous

#dazai osamu #bungou stray dogs #bsd #bungo stray dogs #osamu dazai #dazai x reader

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petrichor-idyllic · 1 year

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Ok, I have a request based on your new prompt list. The names got me thinking, and I was wondering if you could do just the Gladers x Fem!Reader who joins them and is a total badass, and has a title, like in the books, and she’s “the warrior.” And she’s named Joan after Joan of Arc. Could be a fic or just headcanons, whichever is easiest for you. Thanks!

Ooo this is a really fun idea. I'm gonna do some headcanons simply because that is easier for me to do.

Also, not my normal headcanons with separate sections for each boy - this is about your life in the Glade and relationships with the Gladers.

Also, fem!reader, so no romance with Newt as specified on my masterlist, but y'all are buddies.

And I've decided to use another one of my ideas, so you're even more of a pain in WICKED's ass :).

THE WARRIOR

MASTERLIST | MULTI-CHARACTER MASTERLIST

SUMMARY: See above. Book based fic.

WICKED stole your name and called you Joan - and there's a good reason for that. You were a test Subject and WICKED prodigy that broke into the Maze to help your friends - and WICKED couldn't really do anything about it.

(If you're actually called Joan, congrats, this is for you, I guess.)

WARNINGS: Inappropriate language, actually follows the naming canon so no (Y/N), awkward Glader flirting. I fully don't how I'm gonna write this so prepare for me to butcher this prompt. This is a bit of a different layout so I decided to have some fun with it.

LOADING SUBJECT INFORMATION

SUBJECT NUMBER: A3 "The Warrior"

BIRTH NAME: (Y/N) (L/N).

SUBJECT GIVEN NAME: Joan.

NOTES: Subject A3 shows signs of rebellion and aggression. This is not surprising considering the means she went through to enter the Maze Trails. Though, her efforts may have been beneficial. Due to being the only female Group A Subject for the majority of the Maze Trails, she is volatile and untrusting. However, A3 does display close relationships with several other Subjects.

LOADING GLADER EXPERIENCE

You had an eventful first week in the Glade.

As eventful as a first week can be, really.

Initially, you freaked the fuck out.

You woke up in a dark box with nothing but your name and the smell of burning oil.

And then the Box opened up and you weren't the only one freaking out.

Surrounded by a couple dozen boys - no one knew what to do.

Unbeknownst to you, not only were you the only girl the Gladers had ever seen - but you'd also shown up between Greenie days.

They weren't due another Greenie for another week and a half.

Confusion spread through the Glade like wildfire.

The first person you met was Newt.

He seemed to be one of the few boys that weren't going absolutely savage at your presence.

He offered you a hand, which you refused to take at first.

Until the Box jolted again, and started to move with you still inside it.

"Oi, come on! Jump!"

"What's happening?!"

"I don't shuckin' know! Jump!"

With the help of several other pairs of hands, you decide to jump, and Newt yanks you up.

And you see the the Glade for the first time.

And the opening in the Walls.

You don't even have to think about.

When Newt tries to talk to you, you clock him square in the face and book it towards the exit.

AKA. The Maze.

Which results in a kind of stampede as you rush to escape.

Which, is where you meet Minho.

It's late in the day and Minho has finished his route early so he's coming back to chill out for a bit.

Except that doesn't happen because you come whizzing past him.

"Minho! Stop her!"

"What?"

"Stop the shuckin' girl!"

Admittedly, you are faster than he expected.

But not faster than him.

You manage to get around a corner before he tackles you, rugby style.

He manages to restrain you, and Alby and Newt come to help and wrestle you back to the Glade.

You're put in the Slammer.

Bummer.

The Gladers use the time you're locked up to figure out what to do.

Alby puts a very strong no touching rule in place and threatened to Banish anyone that dare break it.

After that, he goes out of his way to try and calm you down and explain what's happening here.

Eventually you oblige.

And Alby shows you the place.

He introduces you to people of note - Winston, Zart, Gally, Frypan and the other Keepers.

And he reintroduces you to Newt and Minho.

You learn things about yourself over the next following weeks.

You're feisty and forward.

You have a short fuse.

You're somewhat skilled at hand to hand combat and could probably put up a good fight against most of the Gladers.

You're sarcastic and quick witted.

Though, you remain level headed and fast thinking.

You try out all the jobs.

You settle on being a Builder for a while.

Which Gally is thrilled about.

You, surprisingly, actually get along with Gally quite well.

Sure, he's a bit of a dick and has far too many opinions.

But, he's a good boss.

He's strict and hard-working; pushing his men to the bets of their ability, and in your opinion, what they need.

This lands you in Gally's circle, which includes Frypan.

Gally isn't well liked.

Which is fine with you.

It means the boys leave you alone.

And, you get the opportunity to build your own little hut.

You like working as a Builder.

This also leads to the first of the boys developing a crush on you - Gally.

Frypan is quick to second that.

The third is Minho.

It's not like the pair of you are particularly close, but after Newt suggests you be a Runner - that changes.

You're fast and resilient; both of which Minho is looking for in his men.

You decide to try out, which makes Minho your boss.

Gally isn't very pleased, but you work where you're needed.

It's not that difficult, the worst part being not getting lost.

But Minho isn't going to leave you alone until you're ready.

Spending time with you, he learns you have a similar sense of humour.

And you've forgiven him for flooring you.

So, he starts crushing on you too.

As in my other headcanons, Alby really doesn't care about you.

Well, he does.

But just as another Glader.

Though he does appreciate the hard work you do, and the fact you keep the majority of his most problematic men distracted.

Newt is probably the person you're closest to.

Mainly because you never catch him staring at your ass or tits.

He's respectful.

And not attracted to you.

Because he's gay.

You're a fully fledged Runner by the time Thomas shows up.

You don't really think much of him at first.

Because absolutely no one did.

But he admired you.

He thought you were cool and skilled, very much the same way he looked up to Minho.

You were devastated when Thomas, Minho and Alby got stuck out in the Maze.

Gally tried his best to comfort you, but he didn't get very far.

"If anyone can survive the Maze; it's Minho."

"No one survives a night, Gally - we both know that."

Frypan's attempts weren't much better.

Newt was too busy figuring out how the heck he was going to run the Glade without Alby.

Yet, somehow, they both survived.

You don't think you've ever hugged someone as hard as you hugged Minho when you saw him.

Everyone's jealous of Minho for that.

Oh yeah, Teresa.

She showed up the day after Thomas.

You were thrilled to have another girl.

And then she wasn't conscious.

Bummer.

You kinda forgot about her after that.

Until she woke up, and everything went wrong in the Glade.

The sky disappearing, the Doors not closing, Grievers taking someone every night.

Including Alby.

And Gally disappeared.

A devastating blow.

You became one of the faces of the escape.

Cracking the code wasn't easy, but you all managed.

Thomas and Minho's theory about jumping into the void had you skeptical but you didn't have anything better to do than throw rocks off the Cliff for hours.

Thomas then gets stung.

And once awake, tells you how you were never meant to be in this Maze. You broke in, presumably to help your friends.

No wonder Newt and Minho wanted you to become a Runner.

Anyway, you escape.

Gally pops up again.

Kills Chuck.

RIP.

Thomas flips his lid.

And you escape.

Definitely not my best work but I really didn't know how to do this.

I'm stressed and I tried my best lmao.

Hope you're cool with that. Kinda.

:))

#🌿 petri writes #🌿 petri writes tmr #🍃 petri tmr #tmr fanfiction #tmr imagines #tmr minho #minho the maze runner #minho tmr #minho maze runner #minho tmr x reader #the maze runner #newt the maze runner #thomas the maze runner #tmr gally #alby maze runner #tmr frypan

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reareaotaku · 9 months

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Jeanne D'Arc Headcanons [Clone High]

Been getting Joan of Arc on my TT recently and the song 'Bigmouth Strikes Again' and I saw someone say they wanted to write for it & now I do too [Clone High x Non Clone! Reader is in the works] TW: Threatening Su!c!de

Joan is usually calm and collected, but when she's with you, she gets nervous and doesn't know how to speak

She acts very irrationally around you, anyone can see it

She laughs at all your jokes, even if they're stupid

She's very fidgety around you

She's always trying to get your attention and for you to notice her

She thinks very highly of you and thinks that you both deserve each other

If you're dating another Clone, she's jealous and it shows

She'll see you together and slam her locker door as she glares

She tries to turn against your lover

She's a scornful women, so I wouldn't double cross her if I were you

She worships you the same way her Clone-mother worshiped god

She tries to get over you and move on, but she can't get you off her mind

You take over every single part of her life. Everything she does she's reminded of you

You can ask her for anything and she'll do it for you

I feel like if you broke up with her, she would TP/Egg your house or slash your tires. Maybe even key and scratch up your car

She gives that crazy girl vibe

She stares at you very intently, not even realizing it, which kind of freaks you out

She shares her music with you and asks for your opinions

She values what you think and takes your words very seriously

Stalker! Stalker! She is 100% a stalker. You have this paranoid that someone is watching you, but everytime you turn around, no one is there. Jokes on you, she hid and is covering her mouth while her heart beat rushes. She can't believe she's following you

^She knows it's creepy, but she can't stop herself

Would threaten to off herself if you ever leave her

^She's probably bluffing, but you're not willing to take that chance

You care about Joan, but she's overwhelming and smothering

Sometimes she forgets you have feelings too and only thinks about herself

^ If you call her out on it, she's offended, but will try and be more considerate of you

#joan of arc #jeanne d'arc #yandere clone high #clone high x reader #clone high #joan of arc x reader #jeanne d'arc x reader #yandere clone high x reader #yandere joan x reader #yandere joan

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deathmetalunicorn1 · 10 months

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Misc HCs Masterlist

Reader and your Puppy

Reader and your Puppies

Succubus Reader

Tot Musica

Tot Musica Part 2

Demi-Goddess Queen

4 Ancient Mystic Weapon User Reader

4 Ancient Mystic Weapon User: Reactions

Mayari

Berserker Reader

Best Friends Zerofuku and Y/N

Minotaur Reader

Wolf Grandchildren

Singing Homura

MHA Kiss HCs

Arachne Reader

Elemental Reader

Fafnir

High Pain Tolerance Reader

High Pain Tolerance Reader 2

Wolf Tattoos

Male Pregnancy

Male Pregnancy Part 2

Amaterasu’s Miko Reader

Miko Reader Part 2

Farmer Reader AU

Health Class Baby Practice

Phonk Music

Twins

Leap Year Goddess

Leap Year Goddess 2

Older Looking Teen Reader

Goblin Child Reader

Bakugo and Goll

Bakugo and Goll First Date

High School HCs

Centaur Reader

Lady of Wolves

Spring Heeled Jack

Human Pantheon

Mermaid Reader

OP Reader

Eyes like the Night Sky

Centaur Switch

Dog Switch

High School AU Jack

Chinese Dance Fighter

Titan Child Reader

Valhalla Daycare

Wendigo Reader

Vampire-ish Reader

Vampire-ish Reader 2: Hugs

Valkyrie Reader

Hera HCs

Zoo

Cu Chulainn Reader

Joan of Arc Reader

Hitman Reader

Jirai Kei

Nyx’s Sleepy Wish Granting Daughter

Sweet but Dark (Jack the Ripper x Reader)

Element User Reader

Best Father-in-Law

RoR x Pokemon Hcs

Just Dance

Athena vs. Joan of Arc

Prometheus

Chainsaw Bride

Return of the Night

Doll Like Reader

Adopting Zerofuku

Powerful Emotions

Nyx Reader- New Duties

A Kind Soul (Platonic Odin)

Similarity Worries

Pranks of Time

Dangers of a Braid

Long Forgotten Awakening

The Price to be Paid

Kaguya Reader

Scariest Woman in the World

Sweet but Scary

Genius Friends

Ignored Wise Child

Emperor Dad

Giant Mermaid Reader

Alternate Universe Fears

Watching Bluey

Dimension Hopper Reader

#masterlist

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thomashewittmybeloved · 11 months

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Distraction

(gif by me)

Pairing : Ted Logan x reader

Summary : Just like every Monday, you study History with Bill and Ted. But during this lesson, Ted seems to be quite distracted, and you're not helping at all.

Warnings : none ! just a fluffy fic w/ Ted ! with some footsie under the table. Also tried to make it G/N reader ;)

A/N : I really like the idea of a reader who's a History nerd (kind of self indulgent there) and who helps them study so, yeah! that again for this fic<3

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Just like any other Monday afternoon, I was in the library studying with my two best friends, Bill and Ted. We always had trouble with school, not being very scholar people. But if there was one subject I'm good at, it's History ! I always found myself fascinated by it; mostly only watching period shows, movies, losing myself in period novels and loving to learn some random facts about History. Sadly, it wasn't the same for my two dear friends who were the complete opposite...No matter how hard they tried, they could not seem to learn a single fact correctly. I made it my personal mission to help them as best as I could, no matter how long it took. That's how "the excellent Monday studying day" came to exist !

As I was going through the history textbook with Bill, trying to choose a subject, I couldn't help but notice Ted staring at me.

"Need help ?" I asked, still looking at the pages. "Ted ?"

"Uh ?" He jumped slightly before rubbing the back of his neck. "Oh no no, still reading about that French girl !"

My brows furrowed slightly. "Which one ?" I looked up at him, right when he looked away.

"You know, the fighting one..."

"Joan of Arc ?" I asked, giggling slightly while Bill chose a page.

"Yup. That one." He let his hair fall in front of his face. "She's very..."

"Fighting dudes in skirts !" Bill exclaims, cutting Ted off. "They look so cool !"

"They're called Gladiator's." I laugh quietly, putting the textbook in front of both of us. "You want us to study ancient Rome today ?"

"Is that the one with the salad dressing dude, right ?" He ask, smiling at me proudly.

"Yup, that's the one." I smile back. "You ok with studying this Ted, or you'll do something else ?"

"Oh yeah no, salad dressing dude is fine !"

"Perfect then !" I clap my hands, straightening my back. "Let's get started then."

As the hour passed, Bill was as serious as ever, which really impressed me. I don't know what's so fascinating to him about gladiators but he seems to love it ! Ted was a whole other story; he was constantly making jokes and staring at me, always looking somewhere else whenever I looked back.

"Come on, Ted," I said, trying to keep my voice steady. "We have to study, Mr. Ryan might give us a suprise history test this week."

Ted shrugged, smiling slightly.

"You've been awfully quiet during this hour..." I put my bag on my lap, opening it. "I hope it's because you were studying really, really hard."

I took out a stack of flashcards, one they both knew very well. Bill looked up at the sight of the bright pink flashcards, glancing at Ted with a smirk. "Good luck dude !"

Ted groaned, putting his face in his hands.

"Ok Ted; what was the name of Edward Teach's ship?"

"Who's that ?"

I sigh. "Blackbeard."

"Oh ! That dude !" He smiles proudly. "The Revenge ! Queen Revenge or something !"

I widen my eyes, smiling brightly. "Queen Anne's Revenge ! Wow Ted, good job !"

I continued quizzing him on various historical events, he was surprisingly knowledgeable, answering right at a lot more questions than I would have thought. But every time I caught him staring at me, he stumbled over his words, unable to respond even if he seemed to know the answer. And seeing how much of an effect I had on him by simply looking back was making me feel giddy...

"Um, can you repeat the question?" he asked, his cheeks turning pink. "I didn't, didn't really understood dude."

A smile start to appear on my face as I keep staring at him, letting myself hope. I quickly glance at Bill who's busy writing every information possible on the Roman Empire but, sometimes switched to important American wars. He's pretty concentrated... I looked back at Ted, an idea growing in my mind; how much of an effect do I have on him and his concentration? That's when this genius idea came to mind, why not play footsie with him under the table to try and distract him even more ? I always kind of knew that Ted had somewhat of a crush on me, he's not a very closed guy with his emotions, really bad poker face. And to be honest, I also have somewhat of a crush on him. We're best friends, always been, I don't know if it's a good idea to act on those feelings for now... But nothing say's we can't have some fun !

I try to contain my giggle as much as I can, lowering my head to try and hide it. Sadly, he sees my growing smile right away, probably because he can't stop staring at me every chance he gets. I let myself slide slightly on my chair to get closer to me while he frowns, titling his head a little on the right. He jumps the moment my foot touches his ankle, looking at me with wide eyes.

"What are you doing?" he whispered, his face turning a bright red.

"Just trying to help you relax," I lied with a smirk, feeling my heart beat faster. "You seemed tensed !"

Ted shook his head, clearly flustered. "You're making it harder for me to concentrate dude..."

I continue, letting my foot get higher and higher, feeling a thrill every time I see him blush and wiggle in his seat, going left and right, even up and down sometimes. Every Time I pull a new flashcard, he can't even form one word without stuttering, coughing and moving in his seat.

"Hey, guys, can we focus here?" Bill asked, tapping his pencil on the table. "Dude, stop moving so much ! I can't write if you keep moving the table !"

"Sorry !" I said, letting my foot go back on the floor, making Ted groan at the sudden lack of contact. "You want to try the flashcards, Bill ?"

Ted shot me a disappointed look, but I knew it was for the best. I helped Bill with some of the flashcards, trying to keep the conversation focused on history, but Ted couldn't help himself from trying to get my attention back.

"So, Y/N, have you heard the one about the Roman gladiator who walked into a bar?" Ted asked, stopping Bill from answering my question about the Roman Empire.

I glanc at Bill who's leaning in, clearly wanting to heard the end of the joke. I roll my eyes, unable to stop smiling at his playfulness. "No, I haven't. Tell me."

As Ted launched into his joke, I could see Bill glancing back and forth between us with a confused expression. I know I have to keep things light with him so he won't suspect anything, especially since Ted had no idea I reciprocated his crush.

"So, Bill, did you know that the Boston Tea Party wasn't actually a party?" I asked, trying to divert his attention back to studying while Ted sighed.

"Yeah, I think I learned that in third grade dude !" He chuckled. "Don't even think they had tea..."

I laughed too, glancing up at Ted only to notice him staring at me again but this time, with longing in his eyes. His cheek was in the palm of his hand, the light from outside making his brown eyes shine perfectly. I felt my cheeks burn while something tightened in my chest, making me look down. This time he kept looking at me while I looked away, how the tables have turned...

"Come on, Ted, focus !" I said, trying to bring his attention back to the History book by putting it in front of his face. "Learn this chapter."

"I'm trying, I'm trying," Ted said, putting the book down in front of him ."You're just too distracting..."

I sigh, turning my attention back to Bill next to me who seemed too focused on his textbook to notice what's happening. I continued quizzing Bill, on the Revolutionary War this time, during the rest of the hour. Then, out of nowhere, I felt Ted's foot brushing against mine under the table, as I try to hide the smile on my face. He's getting bolder and bolder.

"You're killing me, Ted," I said, trying to sound stern. "I'm trying to help Bill !"

"I can't help it dude !" he said, moving his feet higher. "I need help too !"

I blush and look away, trying to hide my smile behind the cards. I knew I had to focus on helping Bill with his History, but it's hard with Ted's footsie game distracting me. Payback I guess.

"Alright, Bill, let's see if you can remember when was the Battle of Bunker Hill over." I murmur, trying to ignore Ted's foot on my calf.

As Bill struggled to answer, holding his hair in his hands, Ted's foot moved higher up my leg, and I could feel myself getting more and more flustered.

"Uh, uh, uh," Bill stuttered, unable to come up with the answer. "It's, like, a date..."

I could see the frustration on Ted's face as I helped Bill with the answer, showing no sign of being flustered like he was, even if I feel warm inside. Hearing him puff, I look back at him once I finished with Bill only to look down at his foot who was just laying in my lap lazily.

"Your shoe is so dirty Ted !" I giggled, trying to push it away. "Get. it. ooooff !"

He puts his hands on his heart, pulling is other foot on my lap. "Calling me dirty, pushing me away, how cruel !"

Bill looked up, laughing at our banter. "Your shoes are dirty dude." He said, trying to help me push his feets off.

"Traitor !" Ted points at Bill, holding the table so we won't be able to get him off. "All of you, traitors dude's !"

"THE THREE OF YOU." We all jumped, even gasping a bit. "OUT."

After hurrying to take our textbooks and bags out while stuffing a laughter, we finally got out and burst out laughing, putting everything in our bags. I sling it on my back, looking down at my tights. "Ted !"

"What is it dudette ?"

"Look how dirty I am, thanks to you !"

Both of them looked at my thighs, laughing even harder seeing the dirt stains. "My bad dude !"

He rubs my thighs to get it off, not noticing my reddening face at this sudden contact. I feel the warmth of his fingers through the fabric, making the lower part of my stomach tingle. "It, It's ok don't worry ! It's ok !"

"Sorry 'bout that." He whispers, smiling up at me.

"Yeah no, don't worry !" I laugh nervously, rubbing my thighs just like he did without noticing.

"Thanks for helping me, Iléna," Bill said, smiling at me. "You're the most excellent babe to ever exist !"

"No problem, Bill. You're going to do great," I said, patting him on the back, blushing slightly at his compliment. "If Mr. Ryan ask's about gladiators I know you'll kill it !"

As we started walking to go back home, I felt Ted's hand brush against mine after he bumped my shoulder into his. I look up at him, and he give's me a shy smile, trying to hide behind strands of his hair.

"Hey, do you dudes want to grab a pizza or something?" Ted asked, trying to hide the eagerness in his voice.

"Sure," I said, trying to sound nonchalant. "That sounds like a good idea."

"I'm starving...." Bill sighed, putting his palm on his stomach. "Could we also get slushies ?"

"Oh yeah, slushies !" I said excited.

I glanced at Ted, noticing him staring at me again, his burning hand still brushing my cold one. Suddenly, Ted slips his hand into mine, and I feel my heart skip a beat at his sudden boldness.

"To the pizzeria we go !" He exclaimed, starting to run.

I yelped, catching Bill hand quickly before he dragged me too far away. We all ran togheter, laughing and smiling.

Maybe I'm not ready to confess to Ted how I feel but, at least, I know that no matter what, he will always bring me with him.

#ted logan x reader #ted logan imagine #bill and teds excellent adventure imagine #keanu reeves x reader #keanu reeves #x reader #fluff #bill and teds excellent adventure #bill and teds bogus journey #bill and ted imagine

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jfks-phat-cheeks · 2 years

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may I interest you all in Halloween fics? send in some reqs <3 🎃 👻

#clone high #jfk clone high #jfk #clone high van gogh #clone high jfk #clone van gogh #jfk ch #clone high joan of arc #clone high vincent van gogh #clone joan of arc #abe clone high #clone gandhi #clone high x reader

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just-some-random-blogger · 1 year

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I just had a random thought about this but Morpheus and a love confession to his s/o in the rain after they left the dreaming after figuring out about his past lovers and thinking they aren’t good enough because they’re a mortal/because they think he still loves them

Not Enough

Dream of the Endless x Reader + Corinthian x Reader

Summary: Corinthian is your new drinking mate (debatable), and you air out your frustrations to a hallucination of Dream... except he's actually standing outside your apartment in the pouring rain.

Word Count: 1k+

Warnings: Mentions/depictions of drinking/drunkenness, gender neutral!reader, exasperated "i am not your therapist"!corinthian, little mix enthusiast!reader, angst, fluff, typos, etc.

A/N: OK LISTEN UP this is ig a p3 continuation of "Beer" (part one being "Thorn At My Side") but also, you don't have to read it to understand. I'm also tagging everyone from p1 and 2 who commented just cuz 🫶🫶 @cleverzonkwombatsludge @pinksirensong @lexi-anastasia @aralezinspace @emy635 @libra207 @secretdreamlandmentality @deniixlovezelda @shadow-pancake9 @laraackerman @reallystressedhoneybee @farintonorth @shining-yuu @ellooo0ooo also i love how dream looks like he's about to cry in the gif T_T HAHAHAHAHHHA i think deserve

Corinthian alternated between patting my back and holding me back from dancing on the table, which was honestly such an old man move on his part.

"Hey google," I call, "play No More Sad Songs by Little Mix."

"No," Corinthian retorts, "google no," he grabs the back of my shirt, "I am not listening to another sappy sad song."

I turn to him from over my shoulder, giving him a stink eye, "it's not a sappy sad song, grandpa," I wrangle out of his grip, "it's a good-bye-peace-out anthem."

Corinthian's grip does not relent. He pulls me back down to my seat, "I don't care."

I sit with a thud, though I continue my attempts to free myself from him.

The blonde pulls his hand back eventually, in lieu of grabbing his cup of gin.

"Hey google--"

"Stop."

"--play Joan of Arc by Little Mix."

"No google, don't."

Much to his distaste, Joan of Arc starts playing and I make my way off my chair, onto my tiny, dining room table.

Corinthian shakes his head, crossing his arms, "fine, it's not like I care if you die. At least then, I get to eat your eyes after you break your neck."

"What was that? I can't hear you over this power anthem," I call as I sway my hips to the beat.

The nightmare does nothing, as he can do nothing, but watch as I jam to my jam. Before I can even get to the chorus though, because of my rugged motions, my foot slips. Corinthian, in all his strength and speed, manages to catch me before I break my bones and my table along with me.

He grunts on impact and then yanks me down, "ok, now, I'm fucking pissed."

I yelp when he twists and hangs me on his shoulders. He carries me off the table and drops me in front of my couch. His shades droop a bit down his nose as he bends down in front of me, pointing a finger to my face, "don't fucking move."

I definitely don't fucking move and stand there still like a statue, resisting the urge to dance along to the song.

A few moments later though...

"Hey google,"

"SHUT UP!"

I purse my lips tightly, watching Corinthian as he turns to me from over his shoulder. When he goes back to cleaning my mess (it only dawned on me that I had most probably kicked some empty glass bottles, which then broke on the floor) I count one to ten before speaking again.

"HEYGOOGLEPLAYBOYBYLITTLEMIX!"

"STOP!"

Boy by Little Mix plays against his will.

The next thing I know, I'm latched onto the tall man's back like a backpack one move away from snapping. I'm begging him not to leave, "CORI, DON'T LEAVE ME, PLEASE, YOU'RE ALL I HAVE!"

He grunts, shaking me off as he makes his way to the door, "it's not hard to understand why."

"PLEASE, IT'S NOT MY FAULT YOU HAVE BAD MUSIC TASTE."

Corinthian grumbles something under his breath and grabs my arms, forcing them off.

"Pleaseeeeeeee," I sob as I crumple to the floor like a discarded tissue.

He already made it to my door, but stopped himself when he spared a look before leave. He sighs at the fact I was felled like a disney princess, "get up."

"No."

He opens the door, "fine, I'll gladly leave you like that."

"NO WAIT!" I scramble to my feet. I sniffle and wipe my face with my wrist. His face scrunches at the sight of me, "you're so dramatic."

"And you're not?"

"At least I have class when I do it."

"I so too have class!"

He adjusts his glasses, "if that's what it takes to make feel better"

I give him a scowl. He returns it with a grin. Corinthian takes one step forward, wiping my cheek with the back of his hand, "your tears are wasted on him. Trust me."

With that, he pulls back and leaves.

I release a sigh, watching as the door shuts. I then run up to my window. I knit my brows at the sight of the grey clouds and the slight rain that begins to drizzle. I open my window and stick my head out, looking to the entrance of my apartment, waiting for Corinthian to come out.

When he does, I call out to him. He cranes his neck up at the sky upon feeling the rain. He loosens his coat and covers his head with it as he turns to me.

"Do you want to give you an umbrella?" I call out, placing a hand by my mouth.

"WHAT?"

"DO YOU WANT ME TO GIVE YOU AN UMBRELLA?"

"NO!" he calls back, "I DONT WANT A REASON TO COME BACK TO YOU."

My nostrils flare, "IT'S NOT LIKE YOU'RE THE TYPE TO RETURN THINGS!"

I see Corinthian smile, "GET INSIDE, KID. I WON'T CATCH YOU IF YOU FALL!"

I roll my eyes but wave him a goodbye, "WALK SAFE, CORI!"

He begins to walk off.

I cannot resist the urge, "LOVE YOU!"

Upon hearing that, he laughs to himself, "idiot's telling me to walk safe?"

I, in fact, don't go inside even after being told to. For some reason, the sight of the rain made me feel warm, in all its irony. It made me think of memories where I would be eating something warm under the covers, or how I used to play in the rain when I was younger.

I reach my hand out to feel the much heavier drops.

I think about how Corinthian must be dripping wet right now.

I withdraw my hand.

I then think about how he said my tears are wasted. I wonder if he ever cried over Dream too.

Just then, I look down to the street and see a ghost of a man, Dream, looking up at me, dripping wet in the pouring rain.

I chuckle at the sight of it. I prop my elbow on the sill and my head on my hand. It would have been funny if he was actually here, ready to confess and apologize to me like in the movies. I can hear him in my head-

"I'm sorry," he says, face wet with rain water that secretly had tears mixed with them, "it took your absence for me to realize that I do, in fact, value your presence."

I frown at my script, "that's so cheesy. The Dream I know would never say that."

"I would-- I am saying it. I mean it."

I blink at the man in the trench coat, shaking my head as I continue my internal monologue, "Dream doesn't like me. I'm a stupid mortal in his eyes, and yeah, sure, I may not know trigonometry to a tee, I may not posses a fraction of the wisdom he has, but that doesn't mean I'm dumb... that doesn't mean it doesn't hurt that he thinks I am."

Dream blinks rain water out of his eyes.

"And I'm pretty sure he's not over his ex," I mumble under my breath, "he went through a lot of trouble for her recently and, good lord, Lucienne told me she was one of the muses," I run my hands down the side of my face, "how do you even compete with that? Why even bother? I mean, I would drop everything and go back to my ex if they were damn muses too."

"There is no truth to that," Dream calls, "there is no competition."

I knit my brows as I look down upon him, "you're supposed to be nice. You're the ideation of Dream at the back of my head."

"I am real!" he calls, raising his hands, "I am Dream of the Endless and you have been drinking with my nightmare again!"

I sigh, pressing my lips together, "yeah, this is enough self vs self for today."

I pull back and close my window. I let out another huff as I turn around. My ghost nearly leaves me when I come face to face with a dripping wet Dream of the Endless in the middle of my apartment.

I clutch my hands to my chest as he looks at me, muttering softly, "I am real."

I raise my brows at him as I feel myself realize he was in fact real, as he just said. It takes a moment for me to calm down.

Water pools beneath his figure. I take in the sight of his dripping clothes. In this moment, I realize, not only was he making a mess, he was wearing shoes inside my house!

Because of this, I do not hesitate. I walk up to him and place my hands on his shoulders, "get out."

I nearly falter when he calls out my name the way he does.

"You're wearing shoes in my house and you're leaving a trail of water behind. I am not dealing with this."

Dream is helpless as I push him out of my door. I give him one last stern look before closing the door to his face.

I turn on my heels to grab something to wipe the mess, but I freeze when I hear what I do.

"I meant every word I said," he calls from the outside.

I deflate. My eyes trail to the puddle and water trail leading out my door. Sobriety begins to pound at me like a sledge hammer. I groan as I rip my hands through my hair, "not now, Dream..." I sigh, "I'm not ready to have this conversation now."

For a moment, when he doesn't respond, I have myself thinking maybe he already left. This was why I was surprised when I suddenly heard a voice beyond the door again.

"I will wait until you are ready," he replies, "you need only call my name."

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Rom-Communism For The Win

Ted Lasso x F!Reader

“I've got a date,” it's the first thing out of her mouth when she enters the coaches’ office. The rubber band ball Ted and Coach Beard had been tossing back and forth falls and bounces across the floor, rolling to a stop by her stilettos.

Warnings: None? let me know if you want me to add something If you know me in real life, don't read this.

A year ago, it would've been easy to laugh at the prospect of seeking meaningful life advice from a Premier League gaffer. Football had never been high on her list of priorities or interests. Of course, the sport was difficult to ignore. The passion, energy, and dedication of those involved in the sport or in the pubs cheering on their club inspired awe. So, when Keely had reached out and asked if she'd be interested in signing on to help with the growing media and marketing responsibilities, it had been a no-brainer. The opportunity to work with such a good friend had been enough of a blessing; forming bonds with everyone at AFC Richmond and being able to look forward to going to work every day. It's been a dream come true.

Richmond's highs and lows had been widely televised, and near impossible to miss in print or online. Coach Ted Lasso, admittedly, seemed too good to be true. How could anyone be so compassionate? So patient?

She'd been done for the moment she met him; Lost for words; Enamoured. The media's perception of him paled in comparison. His ability to see people for who they are, for who they could be, is as comforting as it is disconcerting. His friendship comes without conditions and provides safety from judgement, and the freedom to be one hundred per cent authentic that she fears too many people have taken advantage of.

So now, she takes a deep breath, trying to still her trembling hands as she makes her way through the locker room, exchanging playful ‘hellos’ and ‘how are you’s with the players.

Roy is the first to break the awkward silence, “and I'm leaving”.

“A date!” Ted’s quick to recover the energy, “who with?”

“That's the problem. I have no idea. I let Keely convince me to try that stupid Bantr app, and now I've got a date and no idea what to wear”.

Saying it out loud made it feel silly. An infinitesimally small concern in the grand scheme of things. But the nerves and fears had been rattling around her head all day, stealing her focus and breath.

Ted once told her that if you're worried about it, that makes it a real worry. Doesn't it? She tries to remember that now, pushing her self-induced feelings of embarrassment aside.

“Well, I ain't much of a stylist myself, but I've watched the MET gala red carpets enough times that I'm confident forming ungrounded opinions on fashion,” Ted offers.

“Twenty-Eighteen. Heavenly bodies,” Beard adds.

“Best of the best! Zendaya! Best Joan of Arc since--well, since Joan of Arc probably”.

“I don't think I'm going to the MET--” she takes another deep breath. Ted and Beard don't deserve her snapping at them. Keeping them on topic had always been a welcomed burden of conversation with them, but she's serious now. A date? A blind date? This is huge. This is terrifying.

“It's been a while since I've been on a date, and I don't want to look stupid,”

“Stupid? Not possible,” he seems genuinely shocked, “you've been talking on that app, and he wants to meet you, then what you look like has nothing to do with it. Show up looking like the paper bag princess, and anyone worth knowing would still like you for you”.

Good lord, the man always knows exactly what to say. She tries to ignore the warm relief that fills her chest; suppresses the urge to preen at the compliment. He doesn’t mean anything by it, she’s sure. But the way he looks at her feels like he’s looking into her soul. It’s nearly impossible to deny how special he manages to make her feel.

After more than a year of working with the team, she’s positive she’s half in love with Coach Ted Lasso. The truth is, it’s not the first time the weight of his passing glances, friendly smiles, gentle actions, or kind words have wormed their way into her heart. That was the point of signing up for Bantr; a hopeless attempt at believing that there might be someone out there who could ever come close to stealing her heart the way Ted had without even trying.

“This is ground control to Major Tom. Anybody in there?” Ted’s chuckle at his joke snaps her back to the conversation.

“Sorry—yeah, I was just thinking about a potential outfit!” The excuse seems to placate Ted, but Beard squints in contemplation.

“With all that focus, I’m sure it’ll be great!”

“Thanks, Ted,” she can only hope he’s right.

Sipping her glass of wine at the bar, she waits for her mystery date.

There had been several moments of doubt and hesitation. Messages to cancel the date had been typed out, only to be deleted once more. In the end, Keely and Rebecca’s tough love and unbridled encouragement won out. Outfits had been sampled and then abandoned, and tears had been shed until finally, she settled on a classic little black dress: cute, classy, elegant, it had the potential to be sexy. The dress has been a godsend; the last thing left hanging in her closet. She has to admit; she looks fantastic. It's been a while since she’s had an excuse to get dolled up, and the time she’d spent fussing over her hair and makeup had paid off. In the moments of reprieve from her nerves, she dares to let herself be hopeful.

My paper bag is at the dry cleaners, but I think everything will be alright. Thank you for your help today.

She shoots the text off without much thought. Her date is now nearly an hour late, but she stays hopeful.

That’s the spirit! Rom-communism for the win!

His response earns a smirk from her, and she’s quick to ‘heart’ it before checking bantr. Surely, if this date of hers were running late, he would’ve messaged. Right?

When another hour passes, and her messages to LondonBoi107 remain unanswered, it’s time to call it quits. She orders another glass of wine, downs it, and then nurses her third.

Prick stood me up. Let's get drunk?

Keely had told her to text if she needed anything, and she can only hope that her friend is still up.

I’m sorry to hear that.

The text arrives…from Ted? Shit. Texting and drinking never was a good combo.

I’m so sorry! I meant to text Keely. I’m sorry to bother you.

The universe doesn’t give her time to gather her thoughts or compose herself, three dots blinking on her screen as he instantly types his response.

Hey, never a bother. I’m not Keely, but if you still want company I’ve got time for a drink.

Her heart races at his response. He’s just a good friend; she knows that.

She brainstorms an array of responses, weighing the pros and cons of each message, chewing nervously on her cheek until the metallic tang of blood nips at her tongue. Finally, she settles on a simple:

Crown & Anchor.

The crowd in the pub dissipates as closing time creeps closer. The regulars entertain themselves by making five-pound wagers on their rounds of darts and disputing their scores. But, for the most part, the typically busy pub is quiet. Mae offers a compassionate smile, and she does her best to return it. No clinking of glasses or jovial conversation to drown out her thoughts. She stares at her glass, tracing the stem with her finger. What a sorry sight she must be. Just as she takes the last sip of her drink, a fresh glass is set in front of her, followed by a pint. And Ted is taking the seat next to her, his soft brown eyes taking her in.

“Hi,” is all she manages. “Hey,” he smiles, “How’re you holding up?” She shrugs, “Mae? How do we think I’m doing?” Mae laughs, pulling another pint for another customer, directing her response to Ted, “I’m out of wine”.

“Thanks, Mae!” she lets herself laugh. Ted laughs too, but the corners of his eyes don’t crinkle.

The chuckle is polite. For show. A poor attempt at hiding his concern. But he drinks his beer, all the same, allowing room for casual conversation to pass between them.

“I was hoping he’d show up,” she admits sadly after a while, “I waited three hours for him-- it’s embarrassing, really. I’m sat here all dressed up and alone”. Ted considers his words, “Maybe something came up?” She shakes her head, “I don’t think so. He should've messaged if that was the case anyway. I guess-- it just sucks thinking you’re not enough. I thought things might be different this time. Letting someone get to know me, for me. But-- sorry, I’m being such a downer”.

His hand covers hers where it rests on the counter, “You’re more than enough. And he, wherever he may be, is the only one who needs to be feeling sorry. Poor sucker missed the opportunity to meet one of the coolest people I've ever met”.

He doesn’t move his hand away right and she allows herself to settle into the comfort the warmth of both his big-hearted words, and the physical support he offers without question, so effortlessly provide. She briefly considers how easy it would be to turn her hand over, to slot her fingers between his own, and hold his hand properly. She often imagines how much simpler things would be if she could ever find the confidence to just ask him out for a drink--as a proper date, or just tell him point blank that she likes him--as more than a friend. Instead, her eyes well up as the feeling of abandonment settles back in, the shame of accidentally texting Ted and dragging him out here, and the guilt of making eyes at him while he just tries to be a shoulder to lean on sits heavy in her chest.

Mae calls out for last call, and Ted turns to her with a raised eyebrow pointing to her glass, “Did you want another? It’s on me”. “No, thank you. I don’t think I should”.

He nods, “Just the bill, please Mae”.

As patient and understanding as he is, Ted doesn’t take ‘no’ for an answer when it comes to the matter of settling bills. He insists on paying for her drinks, even the ones she downed while waiting. She gives in, insisting that next time they go out she owes him. He entertains the notion, but she’s sure they’ll rehash this argument then as well.

She accepts his offer to walk her home, teetering along beside him, tipsy, and nervous on the cobblestone walk ways in her heels.

“How do you feel about ice cream, Ted?” “I scream, you scream, we all scream for ice cream. One of life’s greatest joys”. “Turn left. We’re getting ice cream”.

“You won’t hear me complaining--oh! What’s your favourite flavour?” The pure, bona fide joy that the prospect brings him leaves her smiling so big her cheeks hurt.

“How am I supposed to pick a single flavour? It’d have to be a fight to the death to pick”. “Could be fun, Game of Cones,” Ted grins. “What’s your favourite then?” “Oh, I couldn’t ever pick just one,” Ted says seriously, before cracking up, “when I was a kid, there was this ice cream parlor that opened up in town-- real fancy place. Nineteen fifties style, checkerboard floors, and milkshakes with cherries on top-- and that summer I made it my goal to try every flavour combination possible. Mint chip and strawberry was a terrible mistake. But, chocolate and bordeaux cherry was a life changing experience”.

“Well then, I guess I know what I’m getting this evening”.

Conversation has always been easy between them, never had their been awkward lulls or desperate attempts at finding common ground. Instead, from day one they’d formed a natural affinity and understanding of eachother’s humour. The back and forth came without difficulty, and made deeper and more serious conversations uncomplicated for the most part. Banter-- it had always been a good foundation for friendship.

She spares a glance in his direction as they walk and talk, both of them enjoying their ice cream treats. Her eyes drift to his lips while he speaks, and she makes no real effort to look elsewhere. She’s caught herself doing the same thing in the past, but it’s alost impossible not to. How can one man be so good, so kind, so handsome? He’s the total package, and the moustache is pretty cute to boot.

It’s too short of a walk to her place, their ice cream barely finished by the time they reach her door. “Thank you, Ted,” she mutters with a bashful look down at her shoes. “Ain’t nothing to thank me for”.

“Tonight was terrible, it was pretty dark there for a minute. But, you really made it so much better. I mean it, thank you”.

He shrugs, his hands shoved in the pockets of his khakis. There’s a beat of silence before she speaks again, reaching out without hesitation to wipe a smudge of vanilla ice cream off his cheek.

“Sorry-- you had some ice cream…” her sentence trails off, her hand still hovering between them. He inhales deeply, “Listen, I feel like a real monopoly man capitalizing on this moment, but I’m really glad that guy didn’t show up”.

His words catch her off guard. Oh. Oh. No, he can’t mean…right? All this time she’s thought she was alone infatuated without a hope in hell. Oh. When she doesn’t respond, Ted continues, “You look gorgeous tonight, you always do actually. I hope you don’t mind my saying so. I’m darn fool for not saying anything sooner--” “You’re pretty good looking yourself Lasso,” she teases in an attempt to shake off her nerves before saying, “truth is I only signed up for Bantr because I was scared you’d never like me the way that I like you”. “I’m absolutely terrified, but I’ve got to believe that things will work out in the end, because I really want to kiss you right now”. “Ted Lasso, you can have a kiss from me anytime you like,” she confesses, letting herself lean in. He does the same.

Rom-communism for the win, most definitely.

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