#my friend coming home from school and then actually might go see the girl tomorrow and then my ex from four years ago is back ????

[spungolden]

* me, who doesnt d tarot but been pullling lately bc been feeling,,,, stuff in the house also me: surprised when all of it starts happening as in things i cant placebo or think myself into happens

#* ooc. #youll get to talk in a group + youll meet someone new + youll reunite with someone unexpected #my friend coming home from school and then actually might go see the girl tomorrow and then my ex from four years ago is back ???? #like the fuck ????

[lunajay33]

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Summary: Y/n is a loner but loves ballet but her family doesn’t have enough money for her to dance at the studio, Daryl is a redneck who hates people and prefers bikes, until one day these two run into eachother and their lives change drastically, will Daryl toughen her up? Will y/n soften Daryl? Or both? How will things go when people start coming back from the dead

Pairing: Young Daryl Dixon x f!reader

A/n: This is going to be a series, it’s gonna start with how they met eachother and their lives before the apocalypse, eventually it’ll blend with twd story line!!

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I’ve always wanted to dance, to strap on pretty pink ballet slippers and wear the tights and everything, ever since I was a little girl and first watch Swan Lake, watching how there was a light beautiful side but how also a dark side to a person it hooked me, but that dream was quickly crushed when my parents refused, saying they didn’t have enough money to put me in ballet because my older brothers football was more important and they couldn’t afford both at once

It’s always been like that, whatever my brother wanted he’d get within a reasonable price, but when I asked for the simplest things they would get mad and always turn me down, saying I should get a job if I ever wanted anything. So that’s exactly what I did, I got a waitressing job at the little diner in town, working after school and on weekends just hoping to be able to save enough for ballet classes, but balancing school and work everyday is exhausting and having a terrible home life ontop of that doesn’t help

My older coworker told me to make some friends and that might help things, help distract myself for a while and have a person to relay on for once but it wasn’t so simple, if you weren’t drop dead gorgeous, or had nice clothes and money in my school then the girls treated you like a ghost

So here I am sat at my usual bench under the wilting tree behind the school for lunch, sitting in the cafeteria all alone at a whole table felt pathetic, embarrasing, plus it was more comforting here, no pry judgemental eyes, plus the air out here smelt of fall, fallen crisp leaves, the towns forest right behind the school, it was comforting

I finished my lunch putting the book I was ready away in my bag and made my way back for my next class, biology and today we were getting a new seating arrangement, one I’ve been waiting for the whole month since I was sat next to one of the mean girls, I took my seat right as the bell rang

“Okay class today we are moving around, so find your spots” she said as she projected the new seating up on the board, I found my name at the second table to the back on the left, I made my way noticing I was sat with Daryl Dixon. He was quiet, usually kept to himself kind of like me, people would always talk bad about him but never dared say anything if his older brother was around, I remember the times my brother would complain about how obnoxious Merle Dixon was….as if he wasn’t the exact same

I plopped down next to him taking out my books and pencil case

“Hi”

“Hey” he said keeping his eyes on the table

That’s all we said to each other the whole period until the end of class

“Okay everyone, whoever you’re sitting with is now going to be your new lab partner, you’ll be working on this project together outside of class and it’ll be due at the end of next week, so I advise you figure out a time and place to work on this” she said as she handed out papers seeing it was a project on the cycle of frogs and their habitats

There was 10 minutes left in class for us to figure out how to get this project done, I turned in my seat looking at Daryl, up close I noticed he was actually kinda cute in a mysterious way

“Would you like to come to my house tomorrow so we can work on it?” I asked as tomorrow was Saturday

“Sure” I wrote down my address and gave it to him right when the bell rang

I was getting ready for Daryl to come over, I don’t know why I was so nervous maybe because I’ve never really had many people over and that my parents and brother were psychotic and mean and I didn’t want him to witness that. I looked in the mirror brushing out my hair that I’ve combed through a hundred times already, hoping my outfit was nice enough, a whiteish sweatshirt that had a hint of blush pink to it, paired with black leggings just wanting to be comfortable but hopefully still cute, that’s when I heard a knock at the door

“ILL GET IT!” I screamed not wanting anyone else to answer especially not my brother since he knew Daryl was Merle’s brother

I stood infront of the closed door huffing out a breath to calm my jitters, I opened it and there he stood, hands in pockets with his usual gruff demeanor

“Come in” I said stepping aside for him to come in

“Do you wanna work in my room?”

“Sure” he said as he kicked off his shoes

I lead the way to my room, it wasn’t a big house so it wasn’t like we had to go down hallways to get to my room, I closed the door when we got in as he dropped his notebook on my bed looking around my room which made me anxious, my walls had little framed photos of Swan Lake, little painting of ballet slippers, my room wasn’t much since my parents put so much into Jackson’s room but these photos were all I had to keep me happy

“Nice room” he said with a smirk

“You don’t have to lie” I said smiling as I crawled on my bed sitting up against the head board as he followed to sit at the foot of the bed

“I ain’t, it’s…..different, do ya dance?” He asked looking back to the pictures I adored

“No, I’ve always dreamed of it though”

He looked at me with a strange look I couldn’t read

“Well why don’t ya?”

“My parents won’t let me, said Jackson football is my important and will lead to something” I said shrugging my shoulders, if anyone could understand brother problems it would be him

His usual glaring eyes softened but I didn’t want the pity, I thought about my crushed dream enough I didn’t want to think about it more so I flipped open the text book to the section we needed and we got to work, it was silent for the most part and I welcomed it, until we took a break

“Merle says yer brother is always runnin his mouth, talks bad about ya” my heart thumped in my chest, Jackson could say anything about me and I’d have no way to deny it since no one really liked me and he had his whole football team full of guys who only thought with one thing

“What does he say?” I asked nervously

“Says yer a weirdo, says ya run around sleepin with every guy on his football team” my heart felt like it stopped and shrivelled up

“What……..I would never, I can’t believe he would say that, I don’t know why he hates me so much” I said as my bottom lip quivered try to control myself, not wanting to cry infront of him and make him uncomfortable

“Merle an I, we don’t believe ‘em……..plus it ain’t like everyone else in that damn school ain’t like that” he said looking back down at his note book, fidgeting with his pencil

“It would be better if I had friends that would believe me and be on my side” I said huffing a little sarcastic laugh

“I can be yer friend” he said so quietly I almost didn’t hear him

“You don’t have to pity me, I know you don’t like people” he looked back up at me with he glaring expression but for some reason it didn’t bother me

“I ain’t pitying ya, yer one of the few people that don’t annoy me at school, yer nice and keep to yer self” he said bluntly making my heart flutter

“Okay, I’d like to be friends then!” I said smiling as we both went back to work

After 2 hours of going back and forth working and talking we got the project done, I led him to the door standing there as he laced up his shoes, I opened the door as he stood back up

“So uhh, ya wanna hang out again tomorrow?” He asked gripping his backpack strap

“Sure, I have a shift at the diner in the morning but you can come by and we can eat there after I’m done, I get a discount!” I said excited

“Sounds good” he said about to leave before I stopped him

“Wait, here’s my number, it’s for my room phone so you can call anytime if you want” I said handing him a piece of paper with my number

“I’ll call ya later then, see ya” he said in his gruff voice as he left watching him disappear up the side walk

It was the next day and I was almost done my shift, I’d covered a lot of tables and was now just wiping down the counter waiting to see Daryl walk through the door, the door bell chimed and I looked up excited but instead it was Jackson and some of his football team members, they came in loud and obnoxious as usual

They came to the counter, filling three seats along the counter

“Jackson what are you doing here?” I asked putting down the rag I was using

“Oh come on sis we’re just hungry” he said sarcastically as his friends laughed with him

I sighed taking out my pad “well what do you wanted?”

“I wanna see you bent over my truck” his friend said, I was disgusted but I wasn’t good with this kind of thing

“Cute little thing like you mmmmm, what I wouldn’t do” his other friend said

I was beyond embarrased I just wish someone could help me, and as if my prayers were answered someone came in to intervene

“Leave er alone jackasses” I looked down to a seat further down the counter seeing it was Daryl, he must have just came in

“Oh ya and what’re you gonna do Dixon?”

“Just get outta here” he said sending a glare that could kill, they huffed and got up with a commotion

“Whatever, we’ll see you around bitch” they said to me before they left, I made my way to where Daryl was seated my face felt so hot

“Sorry you had to see that?” I said giving him a glass of water

“Do they do that often?”

“Ya usually when I’m working on the weekend, they think it’s funny”

“I can get Merle, set them straight” he said making me smile

“Nah it’s not your problem but thank you, I’m kinda use to it by now, even though it incredibly embarrassing” I said covering my cheeks

“Anyways, I’m done now so I’ll go clock out and be right back” I said trying to change the subject, I walked to the back taking of my waist apron and got my purse

“You done for the day sweetie?” My older coworker May asked

“Yeah, but me and my friend are going to have some lunch here”

Her eyes lit up “Friend? Did you finally manage to snatch someone up” she said twirling her pen as she smacked on her cherry gum she always had in her mouth

“Yes, he’s just easy to be around”

“HE?”

“Yes May my friend is a boy don’t get all crazy, but he’s waiting so I have to go before he thinks I left” I said blushing as I went back out and sat next to him at the counter

May took our orders and left to attend to the other few customers that were still here

“So why do ya work here?” He asked

“My parents said if I ever wanted anything I needed to get my own money, plus I’m trying to save to be able to afford ballet classes, it may be stupid but it’s my dream”

“It ain’t stupid, yer workin fer what ya want, I get that” his voice was kind but the grumble to it made me tingle

“Thanks, do you work anywhere?” I asked as May gave us our meals, my strawberry milkshake and grilled cheese, and Daryl’s coke with a burger and fries

“Sometimes I work on fixin people’s bikes ‘round town ta make some extra money, Merle said I’d make more if I did what he did but I don’t wanna fall into that crowd” I knew what Merle did, the whole town did

“Maybe one day we can get outta this town where people won’t judge us and we can have actual good jobs”

“Ya maybe”

With that we silently ate our food until we finished and May gave us our checks with my discount then we were leaving heading the door bell chime

We walked down to my house as neither of us had cars, until we stopped infront of the house awkwardly

“Lunch was nice, thanks for coming bye, you can come anytime”

“ ‘course, I’ll……I’ll see ya tomorrow then?”

“Ya I’ll see you tomorrow Daryl” I said smiling as we went separate ways, I closed the door to the house my heart thumping against my chest

I finally had a friend

Part.2

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[thebiggerbear]

Jason Teague x Reader - Prompt Response - "I hate you." "You have a weird way of showing that."

Summary: When another student makes an unwanted move on you, Jason's not above flexing his assistant coach authority muscle a little to get the guy to leave you alone and send a message.

A/N: Prompt from @creativepromptsforwriting (#941). I absolutely adore early s4 Jason Teague. He's such a cutie. I always loved him and Lana together until the dark turn happened & he chose to keep seeking the stones for his mom. This was something that just popped into my head for the prompt line. Hope it's okay.

Reader is 18 (similar dynamic setup to him and Lana in the show). This is meant to take place during s4.

Thank you to my beta Em for her services. You rock, girl!

Pairing: Jason Teague x Female!Reader; Jason Teague x Student!Female!Reader

Warnings: guy gets a little too close for Reader's comfort and he gets handsy for a second

Word Count: 4725

Please do not do any of the above. Thank you for your understanding.

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

Taglist: @avada-kedavra-bitch-187

Jason Taglist: @heartlessdelusions; @nancymcl

Jensen Taglist: @samanddeaninatrenchcoat

"I hate you." "You have a weird way of showing that."

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You closed your locker only to jump as an undesired face appeared beside you. Said face of the unwanted senior broke into a wide grin. 

“Derek,” you chuckled nervously. “You scared me.”

He gave you what he seemed to think was his most dazzling smile. “Sorry.” He seemed anything but. “So, I was just wondering if you were going to Trav’s party later?”

“Um, I don’t think so,” you offered as you rearranged the books in your arms, gesturing towards them. “Gotta study.”

His smile faded a little. “That sucks. Wait… Today’s Friday…”

You could see him working it out in his head and you hurried to find another excuse. “Plus, you have the big game later.”

“But Trav’s party is after the game.”

You nodded, internally rolling your eyes. “Yeah, it is.” Why couldn’t this guy just take no for an answer? He’d been after you for most of the semester and you wanted nothing to do with him. You never flirted, never gave any signals or showed even a sliver of interest in return, so why was he so persistent? You’d turned him down and made excuses time and time again. 

You might feel bad if Derek was a genuinely nice guy, but he wasn’t. He’d bullied you all throughout most of your middle school years — knocking books out of your hands, purposely tripping you in the hallways, calling you horrible names, and even shoving you into lockers as he passed you by. He’d even smashed a tray of food into your clothes once in the cafeteria; he and all of his buddies laughed as mashed potatoes and gravy dripped off of your sweater. Lana would always ask if you’d tell your parents or the principal, but you refused; your parents were dealing with enough thanks to their divorce, and the principal would only make it worse.

Lana would then give you a hug and be there for you as much as she could. Chloe offered to handle it for you, but you begged her not to, swearing her and Lana to secrecy. By the time Clark joined your friend group in freshman year, Derek had moved on, giving you a reprieve for a few blissful years. Before then, however, there were many days you went home and sobbed into your pillow, hoping beyond hope that the next day he’d just decide to act like you didn’t exist instead of continuing to torment you. Thanks to him, you learned how to become invisible and you were good at it… Until you grew up and became a Smallville High senior. Now, all of a sudden, Derek was dogging your every step for some reason.

“You can come watch me play and then join me at the after-party.” Derek actually looked as if he had given you the solution you had been hoping for. “No test tomorrow,” he added proudly. 

“Actually, I have plans later, so I’m sorry, but I can’t make it. Good luck at the game, though.” You went to turn to leave when he grabbed your books from you and tossed them behind him with a grin, not caring in the least that a passing student had to duck to prevent a possible head injury.

Derek boxed you in against a locker, both arms on the sides of your head. He leaned in and your heart began racing, half in fear and half in anger. You usually tried to keep things civil so that his bullying wouldn’t start up again before you could graduate and get out of this godforsaken high school, but this jerk was getting on your last nerve.

“You don’t have any plans now,” he said in what he must have thought was in some sort of sexy tone. All it did was cause a knot to form in your stomach and increase your anger. “Come on, Y/N, come to the game and then we can head to the party together. Whaddya say?” He playfully wiggled his eyebrows at you and you reached your limit.

You took a deep breath, looked him square in the eyes, and stated firmly, “No.”

That took him aback for a moment. “No?”

“No.” You went to move under his arm when he stopped you.

“What do you mean no?”

“Exactly what it sounds like: no. As in nope, nein, nyet, negative. As in never going to happen.”

“But…” You could see him trying to understand how you could turn him down. “Why?”

“Why?” You laughed in disbelief. “Are you serious?”

“Yeah. Why won’t you go out with me? I’ve been asking and asking.”

You had to restrain yourself from asking him again if he was really serious. Apparently he was and, while you had so many potshots you wanted to take at his ego and so many horrible things you wanted to say, you decided against the alluring idea of being petty and just gave it to him straight. “I hate you.”

His jaw dropped. After a moment, however, he gave you that creepy smile again. “You have a weird way of showing that, though. Seems to me you like playing hard to get. I can dig it.” He went to move closer to try and kiss you when you quickly slid out from under his arms. You swiftly picked up the books he had thrown and you were about to start down the hallway when Derek’s voice stopped you.

“So I’ll see you at the game later? Then you and me, we can go to the party together.” 

You knew you should ignore it but you’d had enough. You’d been dealing with this for weeks and in your bid not to stir the waters, it had only gotten worse. Time to pull the pin on that grenade and hit him with the cold hard truth that no one else in Smallville was aware of. 

You blew a wayward strand of hair out of your face and took a deep breath, spinning on your heel to face him. “I don’t know how you keep missing the fact that I’m not going with you, that I will never go out with you, but that’s your problem. As it so happens, I’m already seeing someone.”

He stiffened at that. “Who?”

“Someone and that’s all you need to know. And even if I wasn’t, let me just make this perfectly clear: there is no way in hell I would ever go out with you, especially not after all you did to me back in middle school. You’d have to be crazy to think I would.”

Derek waved a hand dismissively. “Come on, I was just playing around with you back then, not to mention it was like a million years ago. You don’t need to make such a big deal about it.”

Your eyes widened. Wow, this guy was even more of a jackass than you imagined. If you didn’t despise him so much, you might actually feel bad for him, or at least you’d feel bad for the future girl who did decide to give him a chance one day. It was a real mystery to you why any girl in this school, cheerleader or not, would ever date him for anything other than his football jock status. “Do you have any idea what you put me through?”

He rolled his eyes. “Okay now, you’re just overreacting. So we played a couple of pranks on you when we were kids, big deal. They weren’t that bad. Just get over it and get under me already.” He smirked at you and waggled his eyebrow again. You began to feel nauseous, disgusted and in disbelief; did he really just say that? Did he really say something that crass and suggestive after telling you that you were overreacting and needed to get over his bullying you?

“Wow.” You blinked. “Derek, you are…something.”

“Don’t I know it, babe.” Derek stepped closer to you, instinctively making you hold your books in front of your chest as if they were some form of shield. “Come with me to the party tonight and you could know it, too. See why they call me the D-train, on and off the field.”

If your heart wasn’t pounding in a mix of fear and anger right now, you would have laughed right in his face. For someone involved in sports, he sure didn’t have any game. You really couldn’t believe this was happening. And to think, when you woke up this morning, you thought it was going to be a halfway decent Friday, especially when you got a sweet good morning text from a certain someone.

“Not happening,” you seethed.

“You say that now,” he said in a throaty murmur. “But you’ll be saying something different later, trust me.”

Your jaw tightened and you turned to leave when he grabbed your arm. “Let me go!” You yanked your arm out of his grip just as Clark appeared seemingly out of nowhere and stepped between you.

“Derek, leave her alone. She said she doesn’t want to go with you so just let it be, alright?”

“Who the hell are you to tell me what to do, Kent?” Derek bit out, not one bit happy about the interruption. A crowd had started to gather and you could hear the whispers and feel everyone’s eyes on you — which was exactly what you didn’t want. You nervously buried a hand in the back of Clark’s t-shirt and tried to tug on it to get his attention so he could walk away with you. He didn’t budge and continued to stare down Derek, unperturbed.

“Alright, break it up. Break it up.” Assistant Coach Teague suddenly appeared and he quickly glanced between Clark and Derek. “What’s the problem, fellas?”

“Nothing, Coach,” Derek answered. “Just a little misunderstanding between me, Kent, and my girl.” He glared over at Clark.

“Oh my God, I’m not your girl,” you snapped. “Get it through your thick head already!” You leaned into Clark a little, asking “Are you sure there’s enough padding in those football helmets you guys wear? Because I’m going to start worrying about you if this,” you gestured towards Derek, ”is the end result.”

A hint of a smirk played on Clark’s face, but he tamped it down and immediately echoed you. “She’s not your girl, Derek. She never has been. Just leave her alone and we’ll be cool.”

“It’s not your business, Kent,” Derek hissed, yet his cheeks had darkened a shade in embarrassment, having become aware that more people than Coach Teague were carefully watching the scene.

“No,” the coach agreed. “But it is mine.” Your eyes widened and your heart rate picked up a little at that. Still, you did your best to hide your reaction from the student populace currently congregating in the hallway. “And I gotta tell you,” the blond took in Clark’s determined expression and protective stance in front of you. His green eyes roved over you and landed on your fingers buried in the tail of Clark’s t-shirt before looking back over at Derek. “This doesn’t look like nothing. I pretty much already have an idea of what’s going on, but because I like to be fair, I’m gonna give you one chance to tell me what’s really going on here, Deakins. And you better make it good.” The coach had his arms crossed and he stared down his player, a stern expression on his handsome face. 

“Look, Coach, it’s nothing. Y/N and I were just talking when Kent—”

“Derek was having trouble with the word ‘no’ and what it meant so I stepped in to make sure he understood it loud and clear,” Clark interrupted. Coach Teague’s eyes widened and snapped over to you. You subtly nodded, biting into your bottom lip and hoping he recognized the nervous gesture for what it was: that you wanted this to stop and go away already. You’d been through enough over the years where Derek was concerned; you’d be damned if the idiot was going to ruin your senior year for you, too.

The coach’s jaw tightened and he gave you an almost imperceptible nod in return before glancing between his two players once more. “Okay, that paints a pretty clear picture. Deakins, you’re going to head straight to Quigley’s office right now and tell him why you’re not playing tonight.”

“Coach, that’s not—”

“I don’t want to hear it.” Coach Teague growled. “As a matter of fact — Hopkins!” Another player emerged from the growing crowd. “Escort Deakins to see Coach Quigley. Right now.”

Hopkins nodded. “Yes, Coach.” He moved next to Derek who was glaring at you over Clark’s shoulder.

“Stupid bitch,” he muttered. “Not worth my time.” Clark tensed against you and you noticed Coach Teague’s hand clench underneath his crossed arms.

“Get going,” the latter spat. “Or I’ll see that you’re benched the rest of the season.”

Derek spared you one more heated glare, but turned at Hopkins’ urging and began walking away. Clark relaxed slightly and you let go of his shirt, letting out a small breath of relief. Thank God a fight hadn’t happened. You were grateful that your friend stepped in and had your back, but you didn’t want him getting hurt on your account and you really didn’t want a huge dramatic scene. Of course, the small crowd that had gathered around you might prove you wrong on that last account. You snuck a glance in Coach Teague’s direction to find his green gaze already intent on you. You quickly snapped your eyes back to Clark, the one person you were allowed to be looking at without drawing too much attention.

“Alright, show’s over. Everyone, get to class!” The coach urged. People began to disperse, talking loudly once more as they milled the hallway. Great, what happened between you and Derek was now bound to be the talk of the school for the next week at least.

Clark spun around to face you. “Are you okay?”

You gave him a small, grateful smile. “Yeah. Thanks for having my back like you did.”

He returned the smile. “Of course. What are friends for?”

Coach Teague appeared and clapped a hand on Clark’s shoulder. “Alright, Kent, I appreciate what you did and I’m sure Y/N does, too, but you need to get to class. I can take it from here,” he assured the younger man.

Clark nodded, glancing back and forth between the two of you, and adjusted the strap of his backpack. “Sure. Call you later?” He asked you, suddenly seeming unsure which was strange for your usually confident friend. 

You didn’t know why he appeared to be so uncertain all of a sudden, but you nodded, your smile as kind and as reassuring as you could make it. “Yeah, definitely.” 

He gave you a nod and turned to head in the opposite direction. Confusion furrowed your brow as you watched him go.

“Miss Y/L/N.” Coach Teague’s voice right next to you snapped you out of your thoughts and you turned to see his gaze burning into you once more. Unlike Derek’s leering stare, these eyes were warm and made you feel safe. “If you want to report Deakins to the Principal, I can escort you. Or if you want to go to the nurse’s office first to get looked at…”

Your eyes widened slightly. “What? No, no, I’m fine. No need for the nurse.”

He arched a brow over at you. “The principal then?”

You pressed your lips together and rearranged the books in your arms. “No. No need,” you answered quietly. Honestly, you just wanted this whole thing to go away, especially Derek himself. You’d like him to go away most of all.

Coach Teague’s jaw tightened and he gently took your books from you and indicated for you to start slowly walking down the hall. He kept an even pace with you. “What Kent said sounded serious.”

You shrugged a shoulder. “It wasn’t. Derek was just being a jerk like usual.”

The coach thought on it for a moment and then licked his lips. “What class do you have now?”

“I don’t. I have a free period. I was just about to head out actually.”

He nodded in approval. “Early Friday. Not bad. Perks of being a senior.” He shot a grin over at you.

You couldn’t help but return it. “Something like that.”

He came to a stop and handed you back your books. “Well, before you go, would you mind helping me out with something?”

You slipped the books into your bag and dug your teeth into your bottom lip. “Gee, I don’t know,” you teased. “I’m supposed to be meeting this guy I’m seeing for a quick lunch before he has class in about an hour. And I need to swing by my house first, so that might be kind of cutting it close.”

Coach Teague furrowed his brows as he considered your words. “You’re right, that is kind of cutting it close. Any chance that this guy that you’re seeing is good-looking? You know, to make it worth the trouble?”

You pretended to think over it for a moment and then shrugged a shoulder. ”He’s…fairly handsome, I guess.”

His jaw dropped. “Fairly? Really? That’s—” Jason quickly glanced around as you snickered behind your hand. He saw that there were still a couple of students in the hallway. He quietly cleared his throat and Coach Teague was immediately back in place. “Well, be that as it may, I only need a moment of your time and then you’re free to go meet this guy who sounds way more good-looking than you’re giving him credit for.” He ignored your grin and gestured over your shoulder. You turned to see the door to his office. He opened it and held out a hand towards the office in open invitation. “After you, Miss Y/L/N.”

“Sure thing, Coach,” you quipped. You stepped inside, hearing him mutter under his breath, “fairly handsome” followed by a scoff as you passed right by him. You bit your lip to keep from laughing.

Once you heard the door close, you spun on your heel to face him. “So, what is it you need my help wi—”

He was already on you, cupping your face and kissing you. Once you needed to breathe, he laid his forehead against yours. “What Clark said… Did Deakins put his hands on you?” He panted out. “Tell me.”

Still dazed from the kiss, you fought to answer his question. “Only for a minute.” Whoops, that hadn’t been what you’d meant to tell him. Damn Jason and his talented kissing… not that you’d ever admit that to him. His ego didn’t need to become any larger.

Sure enough, Jason’s eyes went wide. “Only for a minute? What the hell does that even mean, Y/N?”

You wrapped your arms around his neck, trying to pull him back into another kiss, but he resisted. He wanted answers and he wasn’t going to give in until he got them. You were quick to assure him, “He grabbed my arm for a second, but I immediately pulled away and then Clark was there. It was barely half a second, I promise.”

His jaw clenched and he stared into your eyes. “Did he hurt you?” His tone took you aback for a moment. You’d heard him irritated before, but you’d never heard something so…menacing. It actually made the tiny hairs on the back of your neck stand up. “If he hurt you…”

“No, no,” you reassured him, stroking his cheek. “I’m perfectly fine.”

The unfamiliar fire in his eyes began to dim a bit and his jaw unclenched. Jason was usually a pretty easygoing guy and you rarely saw him get angry, if ever. Even in the few arguments you’d had, he never got mad, not really. While you understood his justifiable reaction, something told you that if Derek had had his hands on you for one more second or if he had seriously hurt you — and if Clark hadn’t intervened — you may have seen a new side of Jason that you hadn’t seen before. You weren’t sure why your instincts were screaming this at you, but they were. This was definitely something you filed away to discuss with him later, choosing instead to focus on reassuring him for now. 

“That creep better think twice before coming near my girl again,” he murmured, tenderly pushing your hair out of your face.

“I think you and Clark made that pretty clear,” you soothed. Because he certainly wasn’t listening to me. Talk about dense.

He gave you one of his charming smiles. “Gonna make it a lot clearer.”

Again, you felt a little perturbed but you quickly pushed the feeling back down and decided to recalibrate the situation. You tightened your embrace around his neck and moved into him more, giving him one of those smirks. “So, do you really have to go to class or do you think you can skip just this once?”

His smile brightened and you knew you had been successful in changing his thought track. “Look at you trying to be a bad influence, trying to persuade me to ignore the call of higher education.”

You leaned in and brushed your lips against his ear. “I’ll make it worth your while,” you whispered huskily. You felt him shiver slightly against you and you pressed your lips together to keep the triumphant smile off of your face. He was practically putty in your hands now and you knew it.

“When you say worth my while…”

You moved his collar away and placed your lips on that spot of his neck.

“Oh, you mean that,” he chuckled quietly. He briefly closed his eyes as you began to apply pressure and added your tongue into the mix. “You know,” he murmured, biting his lip as his hands glided down your back. “I really shouldn’t skip class.”

You lifted up to his jawline to plant kisses there. “True. So, how about we skip that lunch instead?” 

Jason pulled back to grin at you. “Now we’re talking.” He kissed you and when you both needed air, he placed his forehead up against yours. “But what kind of boyfriend would I be if I made my girlfriend go hungry just so we can make out under the bleachers?”

You snorted a laugh. “We are not going under the bleachers again.”

“Why not? You know it’s my favorite spot.” Seeing his adorable pout made you want to give in, to give him everything he wanted to make him happy since he made you so happy, but you couldn’t forget that you both had almost been caught the other day. The junior gym class had been running the required annual mile for their fitness tests. He had to pretend he had caught you smoking a cigarette under there just to cover up what you had really been doing. The stern talking to he gave you was beyond ridiculous, but you’d had to go along with it to keep up the charade. It was too risky and you didn’t want him to lose his job. You knew how much he needed it to be able to afford staying in college. 

You decided to dig your teeth into your bottom lip and tease him. “We could go to another one of your favorite spots,” you enticed. His eyebrows shot up and your smirk grew. When he realized which one you were talking about, his face brightened and his smile was so wide it had to hurt his cheeks. He looked like an excited overgrown kid who just learned he could open his Christmas presents early. 

“Really?” 

You held up a finger. “But no skinnydipping this time.”

He immediately deflated and you fully expected to hear another cute whine. Instead, he mumbled, “Okay.” You giggled at his reaction under your breath and he gave you his charming smile once more. There had been skinnydipping (all him though he didn’t realize it) but it had been dark and definitely nothing was seen. The water had been cold as hell and it had been a quick swim, the chill in the night air dashing Jason’s romantic plan for the evening.

“And then after the game tonight,” you continued, kissing his chin. “We can go back to your dorm,” You then kissed near the corner of his mouth. “And play your Xbox,” you hummed.

“I really hope that’s code for something else,” he whispered teasingly to your lips. 

Instead of answering, you just smiled. Truthfully, your relationship hadn’t reached that point yet. You’d only been dating since the summer when you two had met at a party where you both spent the whole night talking after hitting it off well. He was planning on traveling to Europe in the next week to spend some time in ol’ Paris on the advice of his mom since he was still hurting over losing the prospect of a football career due to his injury. However, he ended up changing his mind and instead spent all of his time with you. He enrolled at CKU once he got a job — funnily enough as an assistant coach at your high school (so he could still see you in between classes and be able to make money while also doing something he actually liked) — and he continued his relationship with you. Grand romantic gestures, stolen kisses during working hours… And throughout it all, he’d never pushed you for more than you were comfortable with. He’d been patient and understanding, even telling you “I’m good with where we are as long as you are, too.” And of course you were, how could you not be? He was an amazing guy who made you laugh, texted you every morning and night, insisted on taking you out and spending his free time with you, whose kisses made your knees turn to jello and your heart race. You could talk to him about anything; he was good and kind and everything you could ever want in a guy. Everything jerks like Derek weren’t. You loved everything about Jason (though you hadn’t exactly told him that yet). He was everything you wanted and somehow also everything you didn’t know you needed. You were beyond happy.

Jason cupped your cheek and leaned in, kissing you sweetly. When he pulled back, he whispered. “Hey, are you really okay?” All traces of humor and flirtation from a moment ago were gone; he was now completely serious.

“Yeah, I’m okay. I promise.”

He studied you for a minute, most likely trying to determine if you were being completely truthful (you were), and then he tenderly rubbed his nose against yours. “Okay,” he conceded. “But you just say the word and he’s out the rest of the season. I mean it. He will be riding the pine pony so long he’ll be getting splinters in places one really doesn’t want to get any splinters.”

You shook your head and gave him a warm smile. “Thanks, but I’m okay,” you hummed as you brushed your lips against his.

His eyes were still closed when you moved back. “How do you do that?”

Your brows furrowed in confusion. “Do what?”

“That.” Jason opened his eyes and he looked genuinely awe-struck which took you aback slightly. “You kiss me and my brain goes to mush.”

Chuckling, you shrugged and ran your fingers gently through his hair. “I could ask you the same thing since every time you kiss me, it also happens to me.”

A familiar warmth began to light up his eyes and a hint of a grin played upon his lips. “Well, that can’t be good for either of our studies. Maybe I should stop kissing you. You know, since we seem to have special kissing powers that have bad effects and all. You’re pretty bad, but me? You won’t have a single brain cell left if we keep going like this for another month or so.”

You lifted up in his arms and murmured to his lips, “Maybe you should stop talking instead.” He snickered into your mouth and tightened his embrace around you. You were on a timeclock, after all, and you intended on making good use of the time you had together.

A/N: Please let me know what you think. 😊

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Freddy

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: Eddie always knows how to cheer you up.

Word Count: 3249

Warnings: Dead parent

Eddie Masterlist

The first time Eddie saw you you had been holding back tears in the back of English. He clocked you as a new student immediately and seeing as it was only second period he had a hard time believing your tears had anything to do with students giving you a hard time. Especially because of how pretty you are, pretty girls like you made friends easily in Hawkins. He takes one more look at your tear filled eyes as he sits next to you before his eyes trail to his left hand and he knows exactly how he’s gonna try to cheer you up.

You were staring down at your desk trying to hold back your tears when a hand with a face drawn onto it slid into your view.

“I’m Freddy Eddie’s left hand man, what’s your name darlin’?” The thumb moved to make it seem like it was speaking the words in a deep voice. You giggle at it, your eyes closing with the act and causing a traitorous tear to fall. A tear that said hand was quick to brush away. “Mmm, lucky for you, the tears of pretty girls are a favorite snack of mine.” That makes you laugh a little more before looking at who the hand belonged to. 

Your eyes meet pretty brown ones that are shining bright at you and you’re put in a trance. The urge to cry disappears and you’re so lost in his eyes that you almost forget why you were about to start. It was at this moment you decided this boy was your hero for making a shit day better.

“Eddie Munson at your service.” He holds his hand out for you to shake and sends a smile your way.

“Y/n Y/l/n.”

“You wanna, uh, talk about it or something?”

“Not really, but thanks for offering to listen.”

Eddie found out later that day when he found you crying outside during his daily skip O’Donnells class to smoke break that it was because you missed your mom. He had been on his way to the most secluded spot outside of the school instead of going to the picnic table since he planned to actually go to class in case you were in it when he heard you crying. And he heard you before he saw you because you were curled up in a ball against the wall. But when he did finally spot you he rushed over and brought you into his arms so you could cry into his chest instead. He cooed to you and rubbed your back while you sobbed into him clutching onto his shirt.

The two of you missed the last two periods of the day because after you finished crying Eddie had offered to take you home which you gratefully accepted. It was on the way to the trailer park where you explained that a month ago your mom died and that you and your dad moved here after he lost his job from missing work because he was taking care of you and trying to heal himself. So the two of you moved to Hawkins, where he got a job at a plant, into a trailer that was just big enough for the two of you. It turned out you were just two trailers down from Eddie’s, a fact that he pointed out after parking in front of yours.

“Did you walk to school?” He asked while walking you to the door, something he had insisted on doing, and he just got a nod from you in response. “Well don’t do that tomorrow, or any other day. I’ll drive you, you just might have to come knocking on my door to get me up some days. I’m not the best at getting up to my alarm.”

“Okay thanks Eddie.” You placed a kiss on his cheek in thanks causing the man to go red. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“See you tomorrow Sweetheart.” You smiled and waved at him waiting till he got into the van to shut the front door.

The next morning when Wayne answers the door after the hesitant knock he’s not sure who he was expecting but it wasn’t a girl he’s never seen before asking for his nephew.

“Hi, um is Eddie up?”

“Yeah, he’s just getting dressed. Come on in.” As you enter the trailer you can hear music coming from down the hall where you’re assuming Eddie’s room is.

“I’m Y/n, you must be Wayne.” You hold out your hand and send him a smile.

“Yeah. It’s nice to meet you.” He shakes your hand and you look around the trailer taking in the details around you.

“I like your mug collection, I had a friend back home whose parents collected mugs but their collection was nowhere near this big.”

“Okay Wayne I’m gonna be heading out soon. Do you need me to stop at the store for anything after school?” The music stops and Eddie makes his way out to the living room as he speaks. When he spots you standing next to his uncle in a light blue babydoll dress he freezes, taking in how perfect you look in the middle of his messy trailer. It’s not a big contrast, the trailer isn’t even that messy, but it seems that way to Eddie. He can’t help but wish he cleaned up a little bit more the night before.

“Hi Eddie!”

“Hey.”

“If you can, we need milk and butter.”

“Alright I’ll grab more later. You ready to go Y/n?”

“Yep, bye Wayne it was nice meeting you.” On your way out Eddie hands you the keys to the van so you can get it stating he needed to grab his lunch first. 

“She’s nice right?” He asks his uncle as he grabs a makeshift bag of trailmix from the kitchen.

“Yeah, she new or something? I haven’t seen her around before.”

“She moved here a week ago, just two trailers down. I met her at school yesterday, she seems cool. Alright bye Wayne, I’ll see you when you get home tonight.” Eddie pauses on his way out the door. “Make sure you get some more sleep before you leave.”

Since then you and Eddie have been best friends. You’ve basically been attached at the hip unless you’re in different classes or either one of you is at work. Though unless you both work at the same time, the one that’s off will hang around the other's place of business. You’ve grown close to Wayne too since you’re at the Munson trailer every morning, you’ve even gotten into the habit of coming early with the ingredients to make breakfast for the two of them.

Your dad at first wasn’t sure about Eddie, he knew Wayne from the plant so he knew not to believe the rumors about him but he couldn’t help but worry still when you told him that’s who you’ve been hanging out with. His worries were destroyed immediately as you recalled the story of how he comforted you that first day after you had a breakdown over wishing your mom was still around to help you through the hecticness of being in a new town. And any that could’ve stayed after that wouldn’t even have been able to show themselves because the boy himself showed up at the door of the trailer catching you as you jumped into his arms in one of your famous bear hugs your dad hasn’t seen you give anyone in a while. 

When the day came that you didn’t show up in the morning before school Eddie knew that something had to be wrong. Because even when you had that nasty cold you still tried to go to school, he had to trick you into staying home by getting your sleepy self to just lay in his bed for a minute before you passed out. Eddie waited a little bit before making his way over to your trailer and knocking on the door. To his surprise your dad answered the door, he normally worked Friday mornings instead of at night so you could have family dinners.

“Oh, hey Dave, is Y/n still home?” Eddie tries to peer around the man in front of him to search for a sign of you.

“Yeah, she’s home, she's not going to be at school today though.”

“Why? Is she okay?” That’s when he looks up and notices his red eyes. “Are you okay?”

“Listen kid, it’s a tough day for the both of us today. I should just tell you to scram and get lost but I know she hasn’t really slept and I can’t get her to come out of her room and I know how well you take care of her. So I’m gonna give you a chance to talk to her but as soon as she tells you to go away you’re out of here, got it?”

“Sir yes sir.” Eddie salutes him as he lets him walk into the trailer. “You said she was in her room?” Your dad nods, shutting the door before sitting on the couch with his chin resting in his hands as he watches Eddie start to walk down the hall. 

Eddie was already worried but it doubled when he heard your fathers words. And with how upset he himself looked Eddie knew it had to be something with your mom. He wasn’t sure if he would be able to cheer you up or if you would want to see him but he was sure going to try. He pauses before knocking and eyes the marker hanging on the wall next to the notepad you and your dad use to communicate with each other when you have opposing schedules.

You’re sitting in bed with your knees pulled up to your chest when there’s another knock at your door. You assume that it’s just your dad coming to try to get you out of your room again. And really you feel a little guilty about staying in here because you want to be there for him today but you don’t want him to see you like this because you feel like it’ll just make the day worse.

“I’m not hungry dad. I promise I’ll try to eat in a few hours.” You hope your voice doesn’t come out too broken as you sniffle. Your door creaks open and you furiously try to wipe at your eyes as you look over. You’re shocked when just a hand with a face gets shoved through the crack.

“Dad? I am not dad, it’s me Freddy.” You can’t help the small laugh that falls from your mouth as that stupid deep voice graces your ears. A new wave of tears rushes over you as you realize Eddie must’ve been coming to check on you even though he doesn’t know what today is. 

“Can I come in?” It’s Eddie’s regular voice that asks as he makes his hand turn so it’s like it’s looking at him as he speaks. You nod your head before realizing what you’re doing and letting out a broken ‘yeah’. “Oh Sweetheart, how can I help?” Eddie’s heart breaks when he sees the state you’re in.

“Can I have a hug?” Your voice breaks as you speak and you hold your arms out just wanting to bury yourself into Eddie’s chest with his arms wrapped tight around you, your safe space as you like to call it.

“Of course.” He’s quick to shut the door and crawl into the bed next to you wrapping you up in his arms.

“How’d you know to come over?” You ask after what feels like an hour of crying into his chest.

“I could smell the most delicious treat of all.” The deep voice answers as he brings his hand up to ‘eat’ your tears. “Mmm pretty girl tears.” You don’t think you’ll ever not giggle at that even though Eddie does it every single time he sees you crying or about to cry.

“You didn’t show up for your ride to school and I started to get worried since you always show up no matter what. And then your dad opened the door and he was looking really sad and I knew it had to be something mom related. You don’t have to talk about it, just wanted to be here for you Sweetheart.”

“Look at that pretty boy Munson being my hero yet again.” 

“Always will be.” The two of you are quiet for a while with him rubbing your back and planting soft kisses to the crown of your head.

“Today is her birthday.” You mumble into his chest and he holds you a little tighter. “She would’ve been forty today. And I don’t know what to do because normally dad and I would make her breakfast in bed and then while she was out celebrating with my aunt we’d make her a cake to surprise her when she got home. She’d always act so surprised even though we did it without fail every year.” You let out a small sad chuckle as a few more stray tears fall. “And now that we can’t do any of that I just feel so lost.”

“Well why can’t you?”

“Seriously?” You pull back so you can look at him confused because was he listening to you at all..

“Oh, come on, don't look at me like that. Sure you can’t do that stuff for her but I know someone who's probably feeling just as lost as you today. So maybe the two of you can still make a really good breakfast and then later a cake. You can still celebrate her birthday without her being here, people still celebrate dead celebrities' birthdays. I mean Dustin’s told me about how every year without fail on Elvis’s birthday his mom plays all of his music.” Eddie positions himself so he sits cross legged across from you. “It sounds to me like today was a day where you and your dad bonded each year more than you celebrated her. Not that you didn’t! You just mainly did things with him every year right?” You nod and Eddie gets up. “So why don’t we leave this room, drink some water so you don’t get too bad of a crying headache, and see what your dad thinks of the idea.”

“Okay, it couldn’t hurt to try it I guess.” You round the bed and take his outstretched hand letting him pull you gently out of the room and towards the living room.

Eddie watches as you immediately start towards your dad when you see him sitting on the couch. As you both latch onto each other in a hug. Eddie leaves the two of you to it heading into the kitchen to get you a glass of water. He places it on the table in front of you before walking towards the front door.

“Eddie, where are you going?” The pleading in your eyes almost makes him turn around and make his way back to you.

“Well one of us has to go to school to bring you back the work you’re missing. I’ll be back once it lets out.”

“Okay, see you later.”

“See you soon Princess.”

When Eddie comes back from school he parks in front of his trailer deciding to just walk over to yours. The worksheets that are homework tucked into the new book you’re reading in English flutter a bit in the breeze on his way over. He’s hoping with all his might that the two of you were able to work through the grief and find some happiness today. He can hear a pot crash to the ground as he knocks.

“Dad, can you get that! It’s probably Eddie.” He can’t help but smile at the sound of your voice.

“Hello again Dave.” Eddie waves at your dad as he opens the door for him again.

“Hey kid, come on in.”

“Hi Eddie, sit on the couch and don’t move please.” You ask so sweetly Eddie obeys without complaint.

“You seem to be in a happier mood.”

“Well it turns out you were right about still celebrating it and doing what we’d normally do, it did help make today suck less. So I, we, have a surprise for you. Close your eyes.”

“You’re the boss.” Eddie closes his eyes and you grab the tray in front of you starting to make your way around the counter and into the living room.

“Dad come on, you helped. Eddie don’t peak.” You place it down in front of him waiting for your dad to stand next to you. “Okay you can look now.”

When Eddie opens his eyes they meet with your own and as you look back at him expectantly his attention trails down to the coffee table in front of him. Sitting in front of him is a round white iced cake with ‘Thank You Eddie’ written on it with red icing and dnd dice drawn around the words in black. It’s like all of the breath is stolen from Eddie’s body as he looks at it.

“Tada! Do you like it?”

“Sweetheart I love it but why’d you do this?” Eddie can’t seem to tear his eyes away from the cake to look up at you.

“Well uh, so we made breakfast and ate it together while watching mom's favorite movie. And then we were making the cake and dad said we should add a thank you to you on it and then that idea turned into just making you your own thank you cake. Dad iced the outside and wrote on it and I drew the dice.”

“So you made me a cake on your mom's birthday?” Eddie blinks away the threatening tears from his eyes.

“Y/n why don’t you go get mom's cake so we can blow her candles out?”

“Yeah, okay.” As you walk away your dad sits next to Eddie on the couch.

“Listen son, what you did today for Y/n, for me, it means a lot. I was so worried she was just going to sit in her room by herself all day. I know her and that would’ve just made her even more depressed. You’re always looking out for her, so thank you.”

“It’s no problem, really. I’d do anything for her.” Eddie looks up at you humming in the kitchen and putting candles in the cake. Your dad follows his gaze and smiles. 

“Hey dad, the lighter isn’t working. I think it’s out of juice. Do we still have matches?”

“We’re out. I’ll go run to the store real quick.” As he leaves you move around the kitchen to clean up more. Eddie’s quick to stand and make his way to the kitchen to help.

“Can I do anything for you?”

“Just stay here and keep me company?”

“Always, you know that.” At his words you spin around and give him a big hug.

“You take such good care of me, Eds, thank you. I love you.” You feel so safe in his arms that you just blurt it out and you gasp when you realize what you said. Eddie just chuckles at your reaction to it, keeping hold of you so you can’t pull away.

“I love you too. Now let’s go set the cake up on the table and then I’ll explain all your homework to you.”

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What about a nick x younger brother where the younger brother thinks he might be gay so he goes to big brother nick for advice ( p.s. i know this isn’t like any of your other stories but i cant stop thinking about it ) ( the younger brother is gay )

Proud of you, buddy.

Summary: you think you have catched feeling for one of your classmates, unsure about these new feelings towards this boy, you decide to ask your older brother Nick for some advice.

Note: Nick, Matt and Chris call reader ‘Buddy’. Also a bit short, hope you like this.

The bell rang, I stood up grabbing my backpack and walking to the parking lot of the school. I was excited because my brothers were home for mom’s birthday which is on the weekend. As I check my phone to see if Matt was already outside to pick me up like he said he would I feel an arm resting on my shoulders.

‘’HEY! Why are you in a hurry?’’ Jackson is my friend since I entered this school, he’s outgoing and loves to do sports and play videogames. Recently, I have started to feel weird around him.

‘’I didn’t tell you? My brothers are here for mom’s birthday.’’ We walk side by side, his arm around me, my face red and my gaze focused in front of me, I didn’t want him to look at me like this.

‘’That’s so cool. That means I’ll finally meat them, right?’’

‘’Yeah, I almost forgot mom told me you could come to the dinner.’’

‘’Of course I can go, she loves me.’’

‘’Yep.’’ I try to not let out a sigh, I try to not run away. Why do I feel like this? ‘’Hey, I think that’s Matt there, so I need to go, bye, see you tomorrow.’’ I don’t give him time to reply and rush to the car.

‘’Hey, buddy. Everything okay? You are all red?’’ Matt looks at me while I put my seatbelt on.

‘’Yeah, all good. I’m glad you guys are here.’’

‘’Me too, buddy.’’

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‘’Omg, you are actually taller. That’s amazing.’’ Chris hugs me as I entered the kitchen. ‘’I think you might be as tall as us one day.’’

‘’Soon, you’ll see.’’ I smirk, and punch him playfully.

‘’Careful ladies, my bro is not here to play.’’ I stop smiling, he doesn’t notice ‘cus he’s already sitting at the table with Matt.

‘’All right, Chrissy. Leave your brother alone.’’ Mom says while putting another plate with food on the table. ‘’Honey, can you call Nick?’’ she looks at me and I nod.

I go to Nick’s old room and knock on the door. ‘’Come in.’’ I open the door and he is taking out some stuff from his backpack. ‘’Oh, Hi. How have you been?’’ I rush to him and hug him; he laughs and messes up my hair.

‘’Do you think… maybe, we can talk after lunch?’’

‘’Of course buddy, did something happened?’’ he looks down at me concerned.

‘’No, I mean, not really. I just wanted to talk to you about something.’’

‘’Okay, after we eat, we can talk about whatever you want.’’ After another quick hug we go downstairs to eat.

We talk about everything. How is it where they live, how’s school, old friends, about mom’s birthday, dad’s new hobby, Justin wanting a new car. Just a lot of chatting, and a small pit of anxiety grew on my stomach. I know Nick won’t say anything bad, he will be so supportive, understand me, but I’m not even sure if I’m gay, maybe I’m bisexual, I don’t know if I have ever liked a girl that way? What if I do some day?

‘’Buddy, lets go.’’ Nicks hand is on my shoulder. Matt and Chris were cleaning up the table. Mom and dad were picking up a movie to watch together. Nick and I went to the backyard.

‘’So, what is it that you wanted to tell me?’’ he sits on the cement floor, I sit besides him. The breeze messing our hairs.

‘’I like someone.’’ Nick looks at me and tilts his head. I think he know; I could tell anyone at this house, I can talk about girls with dad, Matt, Chris, Justin. Why would I be telling him about my crush if they weren’t a ‘he’.

‘’Okay, and?’’

‘’That someone is a boy… and I don’t know if I’m gay or I don’t know. Also, I don’t know what to do, because I want to be with him but what if he doesn’t want the same? And I’m freaking out, so I wanted to talk with you because maybe you could help me.’’ I cover my face with my hands.

‘’Wow, that’s a lot to take in… First of all, thank you for telling me. Second, you don’t need to know what you are, you don’t have to put a label to yourself yet, or ever, if you don’t feel like any sexualities define you, that’s okay.’’ My eyes start to water up a bit. ‘’So, about this boy. What is it that you like about him?’’ I let out a chuckle.

‘’What is it that I don’t like about him? he’s the best, so funny, kind, smart. I’m afraid because he’s my best friend, and I don’t know if he likes boys. I’m terrified to mess things up.’’

‘’Ow buddy.’’ He pats my back. ‘’It’s all right, you are still young, it’s okay to mess up and be in love. You can try to ask him out, I know it’s terrifying. But sometimes being afraid it’s better than regretting not doing it.’’

I nod and a few tears start to stream down my face. I feel Nicks hands wrap around me. This reminds me when he came out to me, he cried, and I cried because he was crying, we hugged and I told him I loved him. I bury my face in the crock of his neck I let myself go, all my fears, my anxiety, it went out in form of tears. After a while I stop, I back up a bit and clean my face with my hands.

‘’Want to get something to drink?’’ I nod.

‘’Don’t tell them yet. Please.’’ Nick gifts me a warm smile and nods. He knows what I’m experiencing, and I’m so glad to have him by my side to live this and learn about myself.

#i dont know how to tag this #nick sturniolo x reader #younger!sturniolo #nick sturniolo and younger brother reader

[onyourhyuck]

Sweater Weather. | J.JH (M) Part 2 <3

prologue- “I wish you could see the way i see you.” + “This might sound crazy but can i kiss you?”

tw- friend’s older brother!jaehyun x fem!y/n. sungchan is jaehyun’s younger brother. y/n has the fattest crush on jae and he finds it rly cute. cute fluff moments here and there. he loves that y/n is a little bit innocent. he kinda just wants to keep y/n in his pocket. Soft fluff nothing smut related bc the way I wrote this was a different vibe.

notes- Heavily inspired by Sweater Weather By Neighbourhood. <3

tag list- @kae-t-eee <3 @j69no <3 @pretiurs <3 @seodami <3 @humongouscowboyskeletonranch <3 @hwaluvx <3 @caramelhyunn <3 @seokjinnjuice <3 @revie-ann <3 @ytzvivi <3

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two weeks has passed and you finally stopped tutoring sungchan because he had the upcoming tests which will prove if he was even listening to you the entire time.

you weren’t necessarily too fussed if he didn’t pass but you would be happier if he did, considering the amount of work he made you tutor him. it would be nice to see him see a difference in his grades.

right now your class has been dismissed and after that you had no class on, nothing planned or scheduled either. So you took your time packing up your school bag, putting forth the text books and pencil case in it.

“Y/n!”

Sungchan runs up to you like there was no tomorrow possible— you turn around in slight surprise as he saw you jump. He really needs to stop sneaking up on you, doesn’t he realise you have one life only? The boy smiles ear to ear as he would open up a grade report card.

He widely shows to the girl the red grades with eighty percent in both English and calculus class. She looks up at Sungchan with curved eyebrows. “Oh my god that’s amazing sungchan, I knew you could do it.”

You clap your hands but the boy went to leap-frog hug you, quite literally make you almost stumble and lose your balance. Sungchan widely exclaims.

“Without you it wasn’t possible, believe me! But thank you so much again y/n.” Sungchan tells letting go off the sudden hug he has placed on you. Your cheeks turn a light reddish colour. You weren’t used to being thanked, at least not as much as Sungchan especially when it really was just… tutoring?

you give him a slight nudge to his elbows. “come on it’s not like i really did some wonderful thing. i’m sure anyone would tutor you if they were in my place.” Sungchan gives you a short glance. “but not as good as you, that’s for sure.”

he thinks you’re good. Y/n blinks in another set of surprises but nods slowly. you pick up your bag from the desk putting it on one shoulder, you fix your cardigan that you’re wearing as well the flowy black skirt and knee high socks.

Sungchan would see you walk past him bowing goodbye but then he reaches to hold them hem of your shirt line a lost puppy; as if he had more to say. You turn around raising an eyebrow.

“Uhm, remember how my brother invited you to the trip down to the villa?”

Y/n slowly nods, murmuring softly towards the boy. Sungchan hums. “It’s today. When I come home we’ll be leaving immediately. Do you want to tag along still?”

“But that’s really…too much to accept— I feel bad.” You begin to spit jambles but sungchan paused you with finger placed between your lips. You immediately seal your lips shut. This was really sudden too. Sungchan curls a smile.

“Think of it like a holiday because you helped me a lot. Yeah? So please tag along my brother never invites anyone down to the villa!”

And that’s exactly how you got yourself in this situation. You were residing in the jung villa that was actually on a cute little private beach. It was meant to be relaxing but you felt far from it.

You explore inside the villa a little bit. Sungchan was nowhere to be seen, as he was most likely packing, so you took your free curiosity to sneak around the rooms.

One room instantly welcomes you into music glory. It was as if your candy store needed a definition, this would be it. Room aesthetically pleasing with white and red band posters, followed with the Neighbourhood, Cigarettes after sex and many more. There was multiple layers of shelves holding large vinyls. On the other side there was a book shelf ton of CDS and a player next to it.

Y/n’s lips carve into a circle, wowing with big gasps unable to keep the excitement in. Your body froze like a grounding tree in middle of nowhere, feeling rooting to the floor, clearing taking in the situation.

Your brown sparkling eyes pry on the vinyl section, running down fingertips to the covers of very famous banging tunes; Michael Jackson, Elvis Presley… you felt like were like in multiple universes.

“I love that one too.”

Jaehyun soon beams out of nowhere behind your shoulders, peaking down at your hands who were busily holding on one of the cigarette after sex’s vinyl. He felt your entire soul jump out your body, because when you turned around your lips fell into a small soft spoken shout.

“Oh! I’m sorry I-“ you look down pushing the vinyl back where it belongs. Y/n turns to look at Jaehyun who flashes her a little smile. “I was being nosey.” You respond. The man leans closer to the section where you used to stand, grabbing out the same album you pick out earlier.

He wipes the little dust left on. “You’re free to roam wherever you want y/n.” Jaehyun encourages, in fact the point of staying here was to enjoy yourself.

You watch him walk to the vinyl player as he took it out, pushing it into the clipping brown rustic structure; it was an antique, it looks as expensive and valuable than you could imagine a normal vinyl not being able to compare it together. Your body larks behind Jaehyun who was much taller than you.

The music softly coos out like magical words. Jaehyun turns to you. “Do you like cigarettes after sex?”

“I love cigarettes after sex actually. How about you..?” Y/n gestures with her little hands that he quickly caught on. He grins. “Me too. My favourite band.”

The quiet room was filled with the music playing gently, soothing these two to enjoy their sense of love for music. Seemingly you and jaehyun have a lot in common— more than you could admit. The both of you enjoy listening to the same music, especially in your free time. Your favourite food would be pizza. Favourite fruit is a peach. Then there was obviously lots of difference between you and jaehyun.

He was good at sports. You were not, in fact you would wish sports (cough mostly in schools) was banned. It’s more like you hate doing it, but you wouldn’t mind watching sports. Just as long as you stayed away from a ball and running on a field.

Jaehyun sucks badly at drawing. You were good at it. You enjoy calculus and english more in school than any other subject. Jaehyun enjoys korean literature and history. You both somehow ended up bashing on physics though, no one likes physics.

But most important you and jaehyun speak about high school musical. You guys are absolute simps for high school musical, and you even told him that y’all should watch it together. He was more than happy to go up on that offer.

“Y/n, Hyung!”

The voice distraught your conversation to shatter into silence as both heads turn the same way, standing in the doorway was a very wild looking Sungchan; he had yellow flip swimming flops, goggles on his head and shirtless as he swore swimming trunks.

He puts his hands on his hips, sassily eyeing you and his brother together. “What are you guys doing? Seriously come to the water it’s hella refreshing out there!”

He immediately reaches for your hand dragging you out to the back of the villa house where the shore would be located at. Jaehyun was left stunned as he follows along casually,

You stutter multiple jambles overlapping your words as Sungchan flung you and him into the cold sea water, the waves crashing you back to the shore. You would be met with pale feet as you look up seeing it was Jaehyun standing in front of you.

He bends down with his hand out. Y/n slowly taking it as Jaehyun helps you up. He notices the wet sweater and skirt sticking on your skin like paper. He softly mutters.

“You’re soaking, what if you get sick? he should at least think about your safety.” Jaehyun chides scolding, watching the younger boy in the distance jumping about like a hyperactive squirrel on caffeine.

You laugh suddenly loudly which made Jaehyun to glance at you in surprise. You hold your stomach a little, giggling.

“That was fun actually. Won’t you join us?” You happily ask jumping up and down into the cold water that actually— somehow eased your mood up. As if it was your source of energy. Or maybe it was because the moment was absolutely beautiful. The reddish orange sunset in the background with white transparent clouds, the soft romanticising breeze blowing through your wet curly locks, brushing by your smooth skin and flowy skirt a little.

He came to a realisation that this was the first time he heard you and possibly saw you smile so happily without a single worry or care flowing in your brain. You were in the moment, enjoying it, seizing it like it was the ultimate opportunity to getaway. Jaehyun would watch you wait for him, in middle of the strong beautiful waves flowing back and forth.

You were a sunshine ray, underneath those rims of clouds blocking your shining light.

Hearing no quicker response your hand instead reaches for the wrist pulling the body mass with force. Jaehyun was flung towards your body into the ocean, as you freely swim around watching the man fall into the water. You sit up, twirling into the water.

Splashing Sungchan and Jaehyun at once. The two boys chuckle at your super sudden child-youthful happiness that they never really expected you to have. You are most beautiful when you are happy.

In that moment this will be a memory you will never forget.

After Sungchan’s shanigians, all of you would be curled on the couch at once with a long thick fur texture blanket. The tv was on and the trio were watching one of the high school musical parts.

Sungchan was completely bored out of his mind to the point he slept, leaving you and Jaehyun in the middle together curling watching with anticipation and excitement.

You tut with squeaky voices when ‘Start of something new’ finished. Jaehyun on the other hand was completely mesmerising you from the sidelines, admiring your side profile, the way your eyes exquisitely never miss a single thing, there would always be a thing you catch on quick like a button. Jaehyun loves the way you remind him of so many things, make him feel so many things. You remind him of the ocean waves earlier, they were so calming and beautiful but have their hidden moments that makes them unpredictable.

You remind him of the morning sunrise, because you make him realise that he wants to see you everyday in his life the more he gets closer to you.

You were the epitome of raw beauty.

“Jaehyun you should sing for me.” Y/n suddenly urges as she turns to face the man who was lovestuck at this point. “Hmm what do you want me to sing?”

The girl lays back humming loudly as she thinks. You sit up suddenly in your position when a brilliant idea struck you. “Sweater weather by the neighbourhood. Because today really reminded me of that.”

“The beach was perfect. This entire place is amazing.”

He hears you say.

“Come out with me then.” Jaehyun would suddenly speak as he stands up. He would be wearing those loose pyjama red checkered pants with slippers on and a loose white shirt exposing those prominent collarbones that left you drooling. You blink wondering what could he possibly be leading you to, but without hesitation you take his hand.

You trust him. He smiles gently as he leads you outside to the sandbox beach, keeping a hold on your hand as he starts to shift you around into a twirl. He was dancing with you, slow dancing at that.

Your body stiffens at the movement, but trying your best to let yourself loose and follow along. Jaehyun’s earthy husk tone later fills your head with nothing but the enteral melody,

As he sang exactly the lyrics of sweater weather just for you. Spinning you round his body in the night cold harsh breeze that never stop you. Y/n would be wearing as well oversized shirt and shorts, something that wasn’t hers May you add.

This was actually Jaehyun’s clothes. He was more than ready to offer some for you.

Jaehyun remarks that stuns you quite a bit. “I wish you could see the way i see you.”

You were left in the open confused by his confession, in reality Jaehyun meant was that he wishes for you to notice how amazing you actually are, because in your own eyes you could never see how much of a loving caring person you are to deserve everything in this world. Y/n looks up at him as he pulls you closer and closer very carefully and slowly.

“What do you mean?” You let out. He looks down at his hands that wrap themselves in yours warmly sharing the body temperatures together against the cold night upon them.

“You’re breathing taking. You sweep me off my feet. You genuinely make me feel like I’m floating, you…” He leans closer whispering. “You’re a lot of amazing things, but you don’t realise it.”

“So that’s what I mean by I wish how you could see you through my eyes.”

Now who would’ve thought the Jung Jaehyun would be so overally engaged and whipped for you and just for you. The way those words roll off his tongue and lips like a romantic poetry. You stand quiet, rather stunned but your eyes were speaking to him things you want to say too. Things you were longing deeply to express and now is your chance to.

“Touch my neck and i’ll touch yours.”

He sang familiar lyrics that make your heart thump in your chest, as if it was ready to escape and burst out to freely roam. Jaehyun softly moving his hands, round your neck tightly his lashes gazing into your round bambi eyes that gave him such innocence. It felt like Disney love. Puppy love.

You caught on quick by wrapping arms around him as you decided it’s time to make your move. Maybe you should make it clear that you do like him, a lot, that you have the massive biggest fattest crush on this man standing in front of you, having hands wrapped round you like a piece of clothing unable to let go off your body. As your feet tip toe, face soon hovers over his and Jaehyun stands still.

“This might sound crazy, but can i kiss you?” He whispers to you, almost scared to now you’ll flat out reject him with discomfort. But instead, as he saw your head grow taller the more you tip toe… he felt a pair of lips roaming freely on his own.

The moment the lips touch together it felt like two pieces of puzzles connecting and fitting instantly, it was perfect chemistry, a perfect Cupid match sent from heaven. Jaehyun swears he felt his own soul ascending to another dimension. It made his heart flutter more now that it was you, who made the first move clear. He returns it as much passion as you shared, pouring all your love and emotion in it.

He felt it. He was touched by it. More importantly, he acknowledges it.

In between the kisses you murmur to make it even more clear to the man. “Jae..” the man didn’t listen as he was far too lost in the moment. he was going back to reconnect your lips once again but you broke it off by speaking.

You confidently tell him. “I. Love. You.” Jaehyun lightly smirks leaning in, pecking your lips that he truly can’t get enough of.

“I love you too, darling.” He caressed your face, pulling into another deep kiss sharing between you two.

You fell first but little did you know Jaehyun fell way harder than you could ever imagine to think.

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[yunhoee]

Synopsis: Living post grad can be tough, especially when most of your friends are just entering their senior year. Your best friend invites you to play a practice game, but there couldn't possibly be ulterior motives could there?

Pairing: Choi Jongho x Reader

Genre: non idol!au, soccer player!jongho, soccer player!reader, mainly fluff, suggestive

Wordcount: 2.6k

Note: This was originally a one-shot, but I may write more! Please let me know what you think :)

It’s a wild Friday night. Pajamas are on, you have your favorite comfort show on, and a bucket of ice cream all to yourself. You are casually scrolling through social media. A lot of your friends have moved back in for their final year of college. You graduated the year before them, which at the time you were thrilled to be done. Now seeing them all go back without you hurts. You were the captain of your soccer team, and seeing your teammates prepare for the indoor season without you is a little bit of a bummer. 

You were able to land a corporate job, which you are of course grateful for. Most days are spent alone considering you work from home. You can’t deny the depression that is starting to creep back in. Your phone dings and you smile at the photo that your best friend, Lauren, sends you. The photo shows a smiling Lauren with the rest of your team, and you can see part of the men’s team trying to get into their photo. You chuckle and heart the photo in imessage. You can’t deny the pain you feel knowing you won’t be there this season. 

Turning up your show to try to drown out the sadness seems like the best idea. Until your phone goes off again. 

“You better not be moping all alone right now. We miss you.”

Lauren always has a sense for whenever you’re feeling sad. Something you love and hate about her. Mostly love. 

Nah. I’m at a huge corporate rager. Drunk off my ass, might go home with someone.

Lauren replies almost immediately.

“Okay now I’m actually worried. Why don’t you play in our practice scrimmage tomorrow? The boys have an unfair advantage, so we need all the help we can get.”

You roll your eyes.

Don’t you think that would be a little pathetic? And what unfair advantage could they possibly have? You stomp them at every scrimmage.

As you wait for a response you think about joining your old team. I mean it is just a practice game, and it’s not like you have anything better to do. The exercise would be nice.

“Are you kidding? The team would be thrilled. We miss you all the time :(. The unfair advantage would be Marcus’ friend that is in town. They went to elementary school together when Marcus lived in Korea, and well he’s fucking incredible at soccer.”

You sigh and try not to think too much about your answer. Maybe just going with the flow will work out for me this one time.

Damn all you had to say was Marcus and I’m in. I can’t wait to see his face when we win. Just text me the details and I’ll be there.

Lauren sent you a voice memo of her and the rest of the girls screaming in excitement. You laugh and then start to get ready for bed. The scrimmage is at 9am so you need to make sure you get plenty of sleep. 

Tomorrow comes and before you know it, you’re at the fieldhouse. You’re not sure why you were so nervous because the girls give you an enormous warm welcome. Lauren forces you to start stretching and warming up early since it’s been a few months since you’ve played. As you and Lauren are warming up together, you notice she has the biggest smirk on her face.

“Why are you smiling like that?”, You ask.

Lauren giggles, “Don’t hate me. We obviously needed you to beat the boy’s team, but I also had a bit of a side quest.”

You narrow your eyes, “What are you up to?”

Lauren says, “Well Marcus’ friend is super hot and good at soccer. I thought maybe you guys could get to know each other.”

“This was a set up?!” You gasp.

Lauren hushes you, “No one else knows. Even if you don’t want him to be your boyfriend, it could be a fun hookup. Just trust me on this.”

You roll your eyes, “Whatever. He better not be ugly.”

Lauren laughs as the two of you continue to warm up. You can’t deny the butterflies you feel at the idea of this mystery man. Lauren has never been wrong before, so you’re just hoping you can muster up enough courage to be yourself. 

“Well well well. Look what the cat dragged in”

You immediately know who the voice belongs to. You turn and can’t help but smile.

“I’m not admitting that I missed you”, You say with your hands on your hips.

Marcus laughs and opens his arms. You both embrace until Marcus tries to squeeze the life out of you.

“Okay! Are you trying to squeeze me to death?!” You shout as you wiggle out of his embrace. 

Marcus smiles, “I missed you.”

Lauren interrupts, “Okay okay enough with the flirting, Marcus.”

Marcus recognizes someone behind you, “Over here, Jongho!”

You all turn to see the man that Marcus was calling over. Fuck Lauren was right, he’s gorgeous. He gives your group the cutest smile you’ve ever seen and jogs over to your group. 

Lauren whispers to you, “You’re drooling.”

You lightly smack Lauren’s arm and try not to keep staring at Jongho.

“Alright everyone! This is Jongho. We met when I lived in Korea and he’s here to stomp your asses.” Marcus says as he wraps his arm around Jongho’s shoulder.

Lauren rolls her eyes and puts her arm around you, “Well, Jongho, this is y/n and she’s here to make sure that doesn’t happen.”

You are giggling at Lauren when you finally make eye contact with Jongho. He is smiling brightly at you. You’re unable to hide the slight blush that appears on your cheeks. A burst of confidence comes through you. 

“Yeah sorry you came all this way just to have your ass handed to you” You say with a smirk. 

The teams are laughing and you can’t bring yourself to look away from Jongho. The sexual tension is undeniable. He steps closer to you and you refuse to back down from eye contact, even when you have to look up to meet his eyeline.

Jongho looks down at you flirtatiously, “You’re a mouthy one aren’t you. I like that.”

He walks towards his side of the field, the rest of the boys follow after him. While you’re momentarily frozen in your spot. You can’t believe someone as beautiful as him said that to you. 

Lauren drags you back to your side of the field while you continually thank her for making you come. She continues to nod her head with that ‘I told you so’ look. You can’t even argue with her because she was oh so right.  

Your team is huddled and hyping each other up. You are all in agreement that you must win this scrimmage no matter what. Even though it’s only a practice game. You will be in your favorite position, center defender. Lauren let you know that Jongho is a forward, so you will definitely be seeing him. Your team all put your hands together.

Before you can break you tell them, “Not one of his balls will get past me.”

Your team cheers and breaks. As you walk to your position, you’re shaking yourself out. You can’t decide if it’s because it’s been awhile since you played or because you’re nervous as fuck. Either way, Jongho is not getting past you. 

For the first 10 minutes you wonder when you will get to play. Both teams are so hyped up that it was really just a battle of the forwards and midfielders for a while. This was good because you were able to watch Jongho in action and see how he plays. Unfortunately for you he is incredible, so this will definitely be a tough match. 

Jongho is the first one to slip through the midfielders and he is barreling right towards you with the ball. You take a deep breath and immediately go into action. He attempts to side step you, but you step directly in front of him and kick the ball between his legs. Jongho wasn’t prepared for you to be able to disable him so quickly that he didn’t have time to slow his body down. The force causes Jongho to fall, bringing you down with him. You immediately jump back up, only to sag in relief when you see Lauren is on the other side of the field with the ball.

“Are you okay?!” You see a frantic Jongho searching all over you to make sure he didn’t cause you harm.

You laugh, “I’m fine. Better luck next time.”

You can see that Jongho is taken aback by you. He wasn’t expecting you to be so incredibly good at defense, and also not afraid to put yourself directly in his path. He can’t help but admire you, but he will also not be misjudging you again. 

Before leaving, he can’t help but brush the few hairs that are in your face out of the way. He tucks them behind your ear, and then runs off to the other side of the field. Leaving you there speechless, and furiously blushing. 

As the game continues, the girls are not backing down. The score is 1-0, with Lauren being able to score because you got the ball from Jongho. You had a few more run-ins with different people on the other team, but none of them were able to get past you. With only a minute left, you can feel a flip of the switch for everyone on the field. The girls, desperate to defend and keep their advantage. The boys, desperate for one goal.

You can feel all the attention is on you. You are the reason they can’t score. You continue your breathing techniques as Jongho makes a beeline for the goal. Needing to get past you, he has three different guys running with him. As they go down the field they’re passing it to one another, in an attempt to confuse you. The three of them are now running side by side and passing it between each other. 

They reach you and the fight begins. You get the ball from one of the guys and attempt to kick it, but Jongho blocks you. You are trying to get the ball back when he passes it to another teammate that you didn’t see. He was further away so you start sprinting right at him, but right before you get to him he kicks it far. You hold your breath while watching the ball soar right to Jongho. Who happened to be right by the goal box. 

You immediately take off towards him, your other defender doing her best. He’s able to fake her out and make it past her, as she falls to the ground. Jongho is lining up his shot, and you know the only way to stop him is to slide to the ball. He doesn’t see you coming up behind him, and right as he’s about to kick the ball his feet are taken out under him. Since he was so close to the ball, you had to risk a slide tackle. The ball went right to your goalie as you planned and the buzzer went off. 

You are laying on your side breathing heavily as you hear the rest of your teammates screaming in victory. You turn over and see Jongho laying right behind you with his hands on his head in defeat. 

You sit up, “Are you okay?” 

Jongho looks at you and smiles, “You really weren’t kidding. I thoroughly just got my ass handed to me.”

Jongho sits up as you two begin to laugh. Even after the intense game and you’re not sure if you’ll be able to move later, the chemistry is undeniable. 

Jongho picks up one of your hands, “Would you let me take you on a date? You are the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen.”

You blush and begin to laugh, “Even after I slide tackled you?”

Jongho smiles, “Yeah. I’ve met my match, and now I don’t think I’ll ever be able to stop thinking about you.”

It’s your turn to fix his hair. 

“Let’s get you checked out by the trainer first, and then we can see about that date.” 

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[hassedah]

hi, could you write a headcanon where y/n has complicated homework and asks for help from the boys and girls, thanks in advance

The boys help MC with its homework:

Hi! How are you? I hope you are well! ^^

Here's the headcanons you asked! Here, I assumed that the MC was at high school. It's a parental relationship with the boys. You can assume that the MC is the biological child of one of the boys or that they simply adopted a child at some point.

I hope you enjoy it! ^^

Take care of yourself and have a nice day! ^^

Vladimir :

Vladimir had teachers hired by his parents for him and his brothers and sisters. When it wasn't one of his parents who took time out to give them lessons. So he would have preferred you to have lessons at home, rather than see you go off to see other people. After all, he's worried about you and he's never sure you'll be safe at school.

He often supervises your homework. It's not that he wants to be controlling, it's just his mother-hen side shining through. On more than one occasion, he's helped you with your homework, especially when it's maths - after all, Vladimir wouldn't hesitate to do maths for fun.

Tonight you were in a bind. You don't usually do your homework at the last minute. OK, sometimes you did, but that wasn't the case this time. You'd been working on this maths assignment for over five hours. What's more, it was a graded homework - it wouldn't have been much fun otherwise. Five hours of trying, re-trying, re-re-trying to find the solution to this problem, only to come up with a different result every time. You'd tried contacting your friends for help, but they'd all had different results too. In desperation, you stared at the chandelier hanging from the ceiling for several minutes, as if the answer might have fallen from a candle.

"MC? What are you doing up at this time of night, aren't you going to school tomorrow?

-Normally if…," you mumbled, turning your head slowly towards him.

-And why are you doing your homework at this hour?"

You looked at him silently for several seconds before sighing in the same dramatic tone Raphaël might have used.

"I'm desperate, I'll never make it. It's not a failure, it's a catastrophe. I don't have a choice now, I can't give this back tomorrow, so all I have to do is drown in the swamp or change my name and leave the country.

-For God's sake, don't talk like that, you sound like Raphaël. What can't you do in this homework? It can't be that bad.

-Everything Vava. All of it. I can't do it so well that I'm questioning my own first name. It turns out that my name isn't MC and I've been wrong all along, and maybe the rain isn't rain and the wind isn't wind… I'm not even sure that 2 and 2 make 4 any more… "

Vladimir rolled his eyes when he heard you speak before pulling up a chair to sit next to you.

"Come on, don't talk nonsense and show me that instead."

You handed him the sheet before letting your head fall dramatically back onto the table. Vladimir merely sighed before beginning to read out the instructions. There was a long moment of silence before he spoke.

"That's not this year's program.

-That's what the teacher gave us," you defend yourself immediately, "I'd like to spend my afternoons doing something other than staring at a maths paper. And… how do you know it's not on the syllabus?

-I've read the syllabus.

-Nobody reads the syllabus Vava...

-I just told you I did."

You looked at him again, one eyebrow raised in doubt, before shrugging. Yes, coming from Vladimir it was actually quite logical, of course he would read this year's syllabus.

"But… if it's not on this year's syllabus, I'll never make it! You're not going to leave me with this, are you? You've got to help me, Vava.

-I wouldn't have a problem with that…" replied the vampire.

A big smile appears on your face as you cling to his arm.

"Please help me! I'll never ask you for anything again. I'll be the quietest person in this mansion. I want to go to sleep so badly, I don't want to do maths ever again. Help me, Vava!

-I'll help you, it's OK, don't shout in my ears."

You let out a cry of joy and Vladimir winced in pain, yet he made no comment and simply started doing the calculations. He was fast, very fast, and in just a few minutes your maths exercise was finished and all you had to do was copy it onto a clean sheet of paper.

Béliath :

It was her sister who taught Beliath everything. There isn't really a school in the world of succubi, well… there is one, but only for succubi, incubi and half-demons don't have access to it. So Beliath was quite enthusiastic about the idea of enrolling you in a school. He's always the first to want gossip about your classmates and the only one who really cares.

He never helps you with your homework. It's not that he's not interested, but his level in many subjects is not excellent. For example, he has no knowledge of biology, physics or chemistry, and the only knowledge he has of history is that of the periods in which he lived, and even then he confuses a lot of things.

Tonight, you had gone to bed feeling light-headed and in good spirits at the thought of being able to enjoy your bed, its wonderful blankets and comfortable pillows. Until your conscience jolted you awake, and you scrambled for your school bag full of dread before realising that you hadn't done a maths exercise. It's not that you're not good at maths, or anything, but it's three o'clock in the morning, your mind is foggy with fatigue and you feel like you can't think straight. You look at the paper in despair, you'll never get it right, the instructions seem to be written in another language.

"MC! What are you doing up? It's three in the morning!"

You jumped and almost dropped the mobile phone you were using for light before turning to Beliath.

"You could knock before coming in!

-At three in the morning? When you're supposed to be asleep?

-Yes. And how did you know I wasn't asleep anyway?

-I saw the light under your door. I got worried.

-If someone wanted to murder me they wouldn't take the time to switch the light on first… or they'd be bloody stupid.

-I worried that you weren't feeling well, that you were ill.

-Mm. Yeah, that makes sense.

-So, what are you doing?"

You shook the sheet of paper in reply and Beliath closed the door to crouch on the floor beside you.

"What's this?" the incubus asked before turning the sheet of paper over and over, as if a secret might be lurking inside.

"My maths homework…

-And... why are you doing this homework so late?

-I forgot it! It happens to everyone! I had lots of important stuff to do and lots of other homework too. We're sweltering under homework at the moment, the teachers are trying to make us all burn out. I do so much homework that I even dream about it at night.

-You're exaggerating a bit...

-Please, Bel, help me!

-No. That's your problem. I've already got mine.

-Please, Vava will kill me! I'll be buried under her cyclamen before I can say "phew". I've already completely forgotten about last week's homework. You can't leave me like this."

Beliath sighed, but he sat down next to you again. They were hieroglyphics to him, literally, why were there letters in the middle of numbers and figures?

"Yes…. No… but. Have you seen my math level? Go and ask Vladimir.

-So you really want me dead, do you?" you ask, looking into his eyes with a serious expression.

Beliath looked at you for several seconds before rolling his eyes, no doubt you spent a lot of time with Raphaël to manage to be as dramatic as he was.

"Rah, it's OK. I'll help you… but don't expect it to be a success…"

You would have howled with joy, if you hadn't been afraid of alerting Vladimir. Beliath took your paper before starting work. He was rather slow, but little by little you managed to find the solution, even if it took you a long hour and by the end you felt as if you were constantly on the verge of falling asleep.

Ivan :

Ivan is one of the few members of the manor who actually went to public school. It's not an activity he enjoyed very much and often he would have preferred to be elsewhere. So he doesn't hesitate to cover for you when he knows you've skipped lessons. After all, he always feels sorry for you when you tell him that you still have a lesson with Mrs Delanay.

He sometimes helps you with your homework, quite often in fact. He wasn't particularly attentive in class and rarely did his homework, but that doesn't mean he didn't understand what was going on. He always got better marks in the arts, but art and music were fascinating courses, much more so than physics or chemistry…

You glanced angrily at the sheet of paper in front of you, and if it had been able to see your gaze, no doubt it would have run away to avoid your wrath… unfortunately, it was a sheet of paper, a sheet of paper with an art exercise on it. It wasn't that you weren't gifted in the subject, it was just that you had no inspiration for the subject "something scary" as your teacher had said, but well, you live with six vampires who organise blood-drinking parties in your own home, so your idea of what's scary isn't really the same as your classmates', so you're in danger of going off topic…

A desperate sigh escapes your lips as you let your head fall back against the table.

"Aren't you feeling well MC?"

You flinch as you hear Ivan's voice behind you, the vampire standing in the doorway to the living room, you shrug defeatedly.

"I've got writer's block... but for the painter... I'll never finish this project...

-Don't say that," Ivan consoles you, coming to sit next to me. What do you have to do? I was pretty good at drawing when I was at school, and Pierrick's a good teach.

You handed him the sheet of paper with the instructions on it with a sad look on your face and Ivan read it. Finally, he scratched his head before putting the sheet down again.

"Yeah, I can see the problem… your notion of scary is probably not the same as everyone else's.

-Right! What do I do now?

-We could ask Aaron…

-I have to do a drawing, an art painting, not give nightmares to the teacher and the rest of the class!

-That's true…" mumbled Ivan.

-I'm stuck… I've been at it for hours… I can't come up with any ideas, I'm struggling and yet I'm trying… What's more, thinking about it all the time makes my brain feel like it's slowing down."

Ivan nodded. He understood the problem pretty well. You were both silent for several seconds before he exclaimed.

"Oh, oh, I've got an idea!. Do the Twisted Man from Conjuring.

-The twisted man… Ivan, that's not scary…, you protest. Stopping Beliath's mother from killing us all, that was scary!

-Yes, it's not scary for you, but it could be for others. You could take inspiration from the Slenderman.

-Is the Slenderman scary?" you ask, full of doubt.

-He was very popular when I was at school, everyone told stories about him.

You sigh, it might be a good idea, if you change it enough.

-Anyway, it's not like I've got any other ideas. Let's just try this…"

You looked up reference images on your mobile phone with Ivan's help, and the vampire even went to the library for a moment to look for art books that might help you find inspiration. You stopped for a moment to look at a series of engravings depicting Dances Macabre from medieval times. Ivan made a few sketches with you to try and give you some ideas. At the end of the day, you finally had a drawing that you thought was good enough to give to your teacher.

Ivan :

Aaron never set foot in a school; his mother taught him everything. It was nice of course, but he didn't learn to read and write very well because of it and if his mother hadn't had to do the accounts for her dressmaking job, he probably wouldn't have learned to do maths. The idea of you going to a school was therefore very appealing to him. Like Vladimir, however, he was worried about your safety at school and insisted on visiting it himself. Did he frighten your teachers and classmates? Yes, a bit, but at least nobody bothers you.

He doesn't often help you with your homework. It's not that he doesn't want to, it's just that apart from a few history subjects, poetry and fauna and flora, he knows he doesn't have the necessary knowledge to be useful to you.

This evening you were working on a presentation given by your history teacher. "The Hundred Years' War". You were looking at the paper in front of you with some frustration. You still had a little time to finish the paper, but you wanted to get it perfect. It would, after all, be the last straw to live with vampires and fail your history presentation. You crossed your arms and groaned at your poster. This was the fourth time you'd done it and you still didn't like it. How could you talk about this war in just 10 minutes?

You sighed again, before pulling out a new poster to start all over again.

"MC? You seem annoyed tonight, is something wrong?"

You gasped as you heard Aaron's voice behind you, narrowly missing dropping your pen.

"Aaron! Don't come in like that! You'll give me a heart attack.

-Sorry," laughed the wolf, before walking over and looking at what you're working on. The Hundred Years' War… I fought in that…

-I know, you've already told me…, you turned slowly to your work before sighing again. I can't do it Aaron… I've been doing it over and over again for hours and it never satisfies me.

-You're too hard on yourself. Do you want me to help you?

-You'd help me," you exclaim, turning to Aaron.

-Of course, since I'm offering. Tell me exactly what you have to do."

Your eyes lit up at the news, Aaron is concise and to the point. You don't think you could find anyone better suited than him to help you sum up the Hundred Years' War in ten minutes or so. You explain your subject quickly and the wolf nods.

"Yes, I can see the problem, it's not easy to summarise such a war in such a short time. We'll see what we can do, don't worry. I'd start by giving a brief summary of the context, the main belligerents, then the stakes, maybe a brief aside on one of the battles, if you have time, and finally the consequences of the war.

-That would be about two minutes per subject…

-You don't have to talk about a battle if you think it's too short. The most important thing is the context, what's at stake and the consequences. For the belligerents, you can assume that the rest of your class already knows them."

You nodded before starting to look for an outline for your presentation. Aaron's advice was useful; even though he often underestimates his ability to speak eloquently, the turns of phrase he suggests have the advantage of being both beautiful and precise. Little by little, your presentation is refined, and after two hours of work it's almost entirely finished, and Aaron also seems satisfied. Once you've finished, you practise your presentation and you're right on time.

Raphaël :

He had teachers hired by his parents and learned to paint with his father. He wasn't really an attentive student, at least not when it came to anything that didn't have to do with art. He skipped a lot of lessons to go out and play with his friends and more than once fell asleep during lessons. Like Vladimir, he would have preferred you to have lessons at home, where at least he's sure you're safe. Unlike Vladimir, he totally covers for you if you skip lessons, listen, he used to do the same thing, he's not going to criticise.

Sometimes he helps you with your homework. As long as it's not maths, physics or biology. He's very knowledgeable on most subjects, but he often talks too much. You can't ask him a question without him launching into long explanations that don't really relate to your question in the end.

Tonight, you were revising one last time for your music lesson the next day, or rather for your music exam. You knew the piece by heart, you'd played it many times without the slightest mistake, but last night you couldn't do it any more. You cursed the piano with an angry growl. Why was it so difficult? It was supposed to be simple, but your fingers were getting all tangled up and making a mess of the keys.

Not wanting to admit defeat, you tried again, your fingers glided over the piano keys with a certain degree of habit, but they slipped on the last few notes, and you let out a raging howl as you barely restrained yourself from hitting the poor piano.

"MC, MC, calm down. You're too stressed to play tonight…"

You turned towards Raphaël, who had just entered the large living room.

"My exam is tomorrow, I can't stop until it's perfect," you reply immediately. "I can't present something that's only passable.

-It won't be "just passable", you're playing very well MC. But you've been playing for hours, and anyone in your place would be exhausted. I'm sure that if you take a break to relax a bit and enjoy yourself, you'll be able to do it again.

-But I can't relax at the moment," you protest. I could do it perfectly yesterday!"

At the end of your sentence, you let your head fall back to stare at the ceiling. Raphaël moves a little closer to you as he continues to speak.

"I know how frustrating it can be when you don't get to play what you want to play and I can assure you that a bit of rest can work wonders. I'll make you some hot chocolate if you like and you can tell me what fun you've had this week. When you try again later I'm sure you'll be able to do it.

-I don't have much interesting to say," you mumble wearily.

-I'm sure you're right, there's always something funny going on at your school," Raphaël smiles at you before putting a hand on your shoulder. Didn't you do a play not long ago?

-Oh no, please don't talk about this any more!" you mumble, thinking with your hands on your face.

Raphaël laughs before answering, "I'm going to the kitchen to make some hot chocolate and get some cakes, so why don't you sit down at the table and wait for me.

Raphaël left and after a sigh you decided to get up and go and sit at the table in the living room. He brought you a cup of hot chocolate while you continued to stare at the piano, as well as the little biscuits he had promised you, which were indeed your favourites. You ate them, mumbling mainly about your music lessons, before slowly changing the subject as the discussion progressed. Raphaël asked you questions about what you were doing at school and about your friends. You relaxed little by little until you were smiling again.

When you sat down again to play the piano later that evening, you managed the piece without making a single mistake.

Ethan :

Along with Ivan, Ethan is the only one who went to a state school. He was a very good pupil, without really needing to work. He always had an ability to understand things easily and he took advantage of that a lot, mainly by being inattentive in class and acting like a clown in the classroom. He thought the idea of sending you to high school was a good one, after all, you'd be bored to death if all you had for company were a bunch of boring old vampires. Like Aaron, he's only worried about the problems you might encounter, as long as none of your classmates are bothering you he's not worried.

He doesn't help you with your homework in general, unless you're having trouble with a physics, chemistry or biology assignment, but he does this by complaining (in fact, he's happy to help you, but he still hates the idea of having to do homework, even when it's not his own).

This evening, you were trying to finish a chemistry assignment… trying, because you'd been at it all morning and you'd finally got to the last exercise. You'd almost finished, which was the most important thing, but your eyes were falling out from exhaustion and you couldn't understand anything about the last exercise. It wasn't for want of trying to understand, though. You read and reread and reread the instructions, but nothing made sense any more. It was as if the instructions for the exercise had suddenly been written in a language you didn't understand.

You sighed before letting your head fall back into your arms, the thought of working even just five minutes longer made you want to cry. Why had the teacher given you such a long and complicated exercise! None of the other teachers did that, she was always the only one to make you crumble over exercises, each more complicated than the last. A third sigh escaped your lips. You still had that damned exercise to do.

"You look desperate tonight, is something wrong?"

You gasped before turning to Ethan. He was standing in the doorway looking at you. You couldn't help but sigh again before pointing to all the papers scattered on the table around you.

"I've still got a chemistry exercise to do… and I can't take it any more…

-I can see that," Ethan replies before coming closer. "Come on, show me this exercise. You're going to make a hurricane sighing like that."

You handed him the sheet, too happy to get help to think of protesting. Ethan read the instructions before frowning.

"That's a lot of work for one person," Ethan points out.

-It's because of the teacher," you answer. It's always like that with her… She gives us more homework than all the other teachers in the school put together.

-Can't you tell her that she's giving you too much work?

-If it was as simple as that I wouldn't do it…" you sigh again before slumping back in the chair. I'm fed up… I'm so tired I want to cry… plus I don't understand anything she's asking. I'm going to go crazy if this keeps up…"

Ethan looks at you as you stare exhaustedly at your work on the table. Normally he'd run away, but you look so tired he can't bring himself to do it.

"MC? How long have you been working on all this?" asks the vampire, gesturing towards your homework.

-Since this morning… "

Ethan sighs before sitting down next to you.

"Come on, give it up. I'll do the last exercise for you."

You sit up suddenly, surprised by the announcement, and exclaim.

"What?! What? Really?

-Yes, I really do. I'm not saying this as a joke and I'm only doing it because you look exhausted.

-Thank you Ethan," you sigh in relief before letting your head fall back into your arms. I could never have finished it without you."

The vampire rolls his eyes but starts to do the exercise, while you, without even realising it, have fallen asleep slumped on the table.

Neil :

Neil has always enjoyed learning things. If he'd been liked by his father, he'd probably have had much better teachers, but he had to learn a lot on his own. He wasn't really keen on the idea of you going to a school… do you really want to be around stupid, useless humans on a regular basis? He could have paid teachers to give you lessons at home… But he gave in to your demands. But you can't go to just any school! You have to go to the best private school in the area. After all, you can't just go to anyone.

He'll help you with your homework as soon as you ask, listen, he wants you to become as good as he is and it won't work if he refuses to help you or explain what he knows. What's more, he'd be lying if he said he didn't enjoy teaching - it's really something he enjoys.

This evening you had an essay to do on the subject of 'Thaumaturgic kings', which was no easy task for you or your classmates. You'd been staring at the paper for half an hour without coming up with a plan for your dissertation. A quick search on the internet brought you across some university articles that were far too complicated for your level of understanding. You were at lycée, not university, and understanding all the nuances of these articles was just giving you a headache.

To top it all off, the teacher gave you some sources… in old French… so largely incomprehensible, just trying to decipher the writing made you feel like you were in an Indiana Jones film. You sighed in despair, you were never going to make it, that was a certainty and you couldn't afford to fail, it was out of the question.

"MC? You look sad tonight, is something wrong?"

You turned back to Neil, who was reading on the sofa, and sighed.

"I have to do an essay, but I can't understand the subject… let alone the sources… Why did people write so badly?

-Show me what your problem is. I might be able to help."

You handed Neil the exercise sheet as he came to join you at the table, and he sat down next to you to read it carefully.

"I see… "Thaumaturgic kings" refers to the healing powers granted to the king after his coronation. It's probably a rather complicated subject for someone your age…

-I don't know what to do, the teacher told us to do something simple, but I'm already struggling to understand what's going on and the sources are illegible!"

Neil bent down to pick up the sources you were pointing out before smiling.

"It's true that I've seen better writing… and there are a lot of abbreviations… didn't your teacher transcribe it for you in a more legible way?

-No. He left us with this!

-All right, then. I'll help you then. I'll start by reading the source for you, I think that'll be easier."

You nodded before bending over the text to try to follow. It was complicated, to say the least, and you interrupted Neil several times to try and understand certain abbreviations. Neil explained them to you patiently and little by little you even managed to decipher certain words.

"Wait, wait," you interrupted suddenly. Did you say Jean?

-Yes.

-But wait, Jean, it wasn't written like that before.

-Yes, it was. That's the problem with this kind of text - the spelling wasn't fixed.

-Not fixed, not fixed, there are limits after all, he could have decided on a way of writing it and stuck to it.

Neil laughs at your confusion before showing you another spelling a little further down the text.

"It's written in a different way here".

You sigh, a little disappointed by such unstable spelling, before continuing to listen to Neil.

You work on your essay together for a while longer, gradually understanding the subject better and better, and coming up with a plan for your essay no longer seems insurmountable. You quickly finish the work before going out for a walk in town with Neil.

Léandra :

She went to a sort of school for succubi when she was a child. It wasn't her favourite thing to do and most of the time she just skipped classes. Most things she learned from her mother or other older succubi. She was a bit put off by your idea of wanting to go to a school because… well it's not the most fun place in the world, but she gave in after all, if that's all it takes to please you.

She doesn't often help you with your homework. More often than not, she doesn't really understand it. Her knowledge of many human subjects is rather vague and she doesn't see the point in going into it any further. Occasionally, when she's in a good mood or the subject interests her, she'll come to you and try to help, although this is quite rare, but her help is always appreciated.

This evening you were working on an exercise that your art teacher had given you. You had to work on a painting about Julius Caesar, more precisely the painting : The Assassination of Julius Caesar by Karl Theodor Von Piloty. The painting was rather interesting, but you didn't really know how to talk about it. No matter how hard you looked for information about the painter, you couldn't find any. You sighed as you continued your search.

"Who's that guy?"

You jumped as Léandra appeared behind you, pointing at César on the painting.

An emperor," you reply.

-And… it's normal for him to be assassinated?

-Well, given that is Caesar… yes."

Léandra remains silent for a moment, shaking her head, seemingly deep in thought, then continues.

"It was the Roman emperor who had sex with Cleopatra? Was it?

-Yes, that's it," you answer.

The discussion ends and You continue to look through the books while Léandra stands around you without moving, finally you turning round once more to ask her.

"Do you want anything?

-What should you do with this painting?

-A presentation.

-Sounds boring… can't your teacher teach you to paint instead? That would probably be more fun.

-No… Are you going to stand over my shoulder for much longer? If you've got nothing better to do, you can help me, you know?"

You had proposed the idea without the slightest hope that Léandra would accept, and yet to your astonishment, she sat down at the table next to you before looking at you.

"What do you want me to do?

-Um… I need to gather some information about the painting and the painter to do my presentation… but it's a bit complicated, I can't find much…

-Okay, I'll help you. "

You continued to stare at Leandra as she suddenly started rummaging through the books for you. It was rather unusual, to be honest, and it took you several seconds to manage to concentrate again on the book you were reading before she interrupted you.

In the end, with Léandra's help you found a lot more information than if you'd searched on your own. It didn't take you long to write your talk and set up the power point for the presentation. And once you'd finished everything, Léandra invited you to go out with her into town so that you could finally have some fun.

Farah :

Farah learnt everything she needed to know from her older brother after they left the family. She learned to read and write from him, and he taught her all about flora and fauna and how to look after herself. So when you told her you wanted to go to a high school, she was all for it. But it was a bit complicated, the pack travels a lot and you couldn't travel with them while studying. So she rented you a small flat near the school and visits you every weekend to see how you're doing.

She will help you with your homework whenever she can, but can only do so at weekends. Farah is always happy to do this for you. She is, of course, much better at helping you with subjects such as flora and fauna or history. However, if she doesn't master something in particular, she can always find a member of the pack to help you.

This evening, you sat in your living room with your homework, waiting for Farah to arrive. You were working on an exercise about the beginnings of human agriculture. It wasn't as easy as you had initially hoped, and little by little your mind was getting muddled. You jumped when you heard the front door open and rushed to meet Farah, who was calling you.

"Farah!" you exclaimed with palpable joy. "I thought you'd get here later!

-We walked faster than I expected," smiled the werewolf. How was your week? Have you got a lot of homework today? I thought I'd take you shopping with the pack when you'd finished."

-I've been working for hours on an exercise on the beginnings of human agriculture.

-I see. Do you need any help?

You quickly looked over all the work you still had to do. Of course, you were capable of doing it on your own, but it had been so long since you'd spent time with the pack and Farah that the idea of spending the day on homework instead of having fun depressed you. You nodded.

"Yes, please!"

-All right, I'll help you then. The sooner it's done, the sooner we can go and enjoy ourselves."

Farah followed you into the living room, smiling, and you sat down around the table. As you worked, you told her what you had done during the week.

"Are you having a good time at high school at the moment?

-Yes, we are. We're preparing a play! We haven't decided which one we're going to do yet, but we can choose between : Sleeping Beauty, Little Red Riding Hood and Alice in Wonderland.

-Well, that sounds like fun, I hope you'll let me know when we can come and see it with the pack.

-Oh no, Farah, I'm going to get noticed if you all come."

The she-wolf laughed in amusement at your reaction, before resuming a few seconds later.

-You can ask Willie if you're nervous. He used to perform on stage when he was still human, so he knows how to deal with that sort of thing."

You nodded as you continued your homework, and with Farah's help it only took you an hour to finish it all. You left shortly afterwards to join the pack and go shopping together.

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[missuswalker]

DUDE I requested the volleyball reader one and oh my god I’m so fed it’s so good got me kicking my feet giggling cackling sweating bro (thank u cat emoji anon for requesting a part 2 ily) idk how u have such good brain thoughts to write allat

Would u be opposed to a fic of mysterion x f!reader who’s kinda like spiderman 🤔🤔🤔 omg what if it was similar to miraculous ladybug where they’re friends irl and Kenny’s all flirty then but when they’re in their superhero roles it flips n the reader is the flirty one instead?? And maybe they fight against Leslie or something sending a robot army man idk u can literally write whatever and I’ll eat it up fr fr THANK UUUUU

MEOWWW MEOW MEOW NEVER OPPOSED TO MYSTERION (and ikr, cat emoji anon is so scrumptious 😻) (i love frequent anons, they're like my best pookies) (also i love all of your ideas 🤭🤭)

don't know her // mysterion x fem reader

✮ summary: being the walmart spidergirl of south park has it's perks, especially when you get to hang around mysterion all night (pt two here) ✮ warnings: mentions of blood, kind of short (read a/n)

"Hey, I'll call you back later, sweetheart, I've got some shit to do," Kenny interrupts, giving me a 'bye'. I knew exactly what that shit was too. I've known Kenny for years and I had kind of caught on to the fact that he was Mysterion.

I take this as my opportunity to slip into my suit, pulling my mask over my head as I slide my window open, climbing onto my roof. This was just about my nightly routine at this point. Talking with Kenny on the phone until midnight, then meeting up with him as Seven.

The backstory of the name name originally came from Kenny himself. Well, came from Mysterion. Kenny had no idea that I was Seven. Basically, Mysterion asked for my superhero name, though I didn't exactly have one. After telling him that, he named me after the building we were behind which happened to be a 7-Eleven, and it kind of just stuck.

Walking down the alley Mysterion and I usually met in, I see that he's already there. "Seven, you've gotta stop coming out here, I've told you too many times that it's way too dangerous for a rookie to be out at night."

I put my hands on my hips, looking around. "You say that and then still wait for me at the same spot every night. You'd miss me too much if I stopped showing up," I tease. "Don't flatter yourself. I come here because I know you'll show up and get yourself into trouble. Don't start thinking I have a crush on you or something."

"Then who do you have a crush on? Must be a real treat, huh?" I snort, taking a seat on an empty crate. "I don't see how that's any of your business. It's just a girl from my school anyways, you don't know her," he sighs, kicking at the dirt. "I'm just curious," I defend, throwing my hands up in mock surrender.

I felt a little upset, though, that the girl has a good chance of not being me. "If I tell you about her, will you stop coming out here at night so I don't have to babysit you anymore?" I think for a moment, trying to figure out if I even really wanted to know.

"Sure," I answer, deciding I might as well. He sighs, obviously not thinking I was actually going to agree to it. "Okay, well, uhh... her name is Y/n. I've been friends with her for a really long time, and she's hot. That good enough for you?"

Well, damn.

"Nah, I'm still gonna come out here." Mysterion groans, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Well, nothing is happening tonight, just go home." I shrug, beginning to walk away. "Fine. I'll see you tomorrow."

"No you won't. You're gonna stay home."

"Keep telling yourself that."

a/n: GUYS IT'S SHORT BECAUSE THERE'S GOING TO BE A PART 2 🤯🤯

you have to remind me, though, bc i'll forget 😻

next one will have the fight scene and seven's mask gets pulled off + romance idk

not proofread (ill do it later i swear)

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If You Wanna Be Wild: Bonus Sick Fic

Santiago Garcia x Javier Pena

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Summary: Part of If You Wanna Be Wild, Santi is sick and Javi comes over to take care of him, both realizing something is brewing.

Warnings and content: PTSD (flashbacks), internalized homophobia but like. Its mild. Flashbacks to that one scene in Glee with Blaine and Tina and the vapo rub lololol

A/N: I know it's been a min since the last chapter and I promise it's coming but I thought I'd giving a lil bonus chapter. Takes place before chapter 3.

A/N 2: for those who aren’t boomers like me, MASH is a show from the 70’s about med soldiers in Korea. It was a comedy but also dealt with super heavy themes and makes me cry

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When Javier Peña waltzed into work at 8:23 AM, he was surprised to find Garcia was not at his desk. Santiago was always on time, and usually early, often staying late to make sure his paperwork was just right. Javi had once returned after realizing he forgot his wallet before the weekend only to drag Santi out of the DEA’s office practically pouting at nearly midnight.

So needless to say, Santiago being gone on a Monday morning was certainly enough to make Javier concerned enough to walk back up to the secretary. Maybe he had finally gone out and enjoyed his life a little on the weekend. The kid needed it, he needed to let off some steam, and a guy that looks like him certainly wouldn’t have any trouble finding a nice girl. Well. Javi hoped she was nice. Santiago would get eaten alive.

“Hola Colleen, ¿Has visto Garcia?” He asked, leaning over her desk.

She did not look up at him. “There’s at least 6 Garcia’s in this building.”

Javi cocked his head to the side. “Which Garcia do you think I’m talking about?” A rhetorical question. “He’s late.”

“What’s it to you? You're late every day, your little lap dog probably got stuck rescuing a kitten from a tree or something.”

He would waste time on something like that.

“Colleen”

She rolled her eyes. “He called in sick, Javi, now mind your business.”

“Sick?” How did he possibly get sick, the kid had the best immune system he knew. Didn’t drink, didn’t smoke, ate all his veggie’s off his plate like his mommy was still watching. “How sick.”

“I didn’t press for details. He never uses sick days so if he wants to play hooky for once it’s none of my business.”

“Thank you Colleen.” Javi smacked the desk, not hard at all. “This was very helpful.”

Javi waited until noon to call. 

“Hola?”

“Garcia, where the hell are you?” He didn’t want to make it seem like he’d been asking about him, after all.

“Oh, hey Javi.” He sounded awful. “Lo siento, I thought they would have told you I was out sick.”

“Well, no one tells me shit around here, you know that.”

“Except for prostitutes.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Anyway, I’m going on break, want me to swing by and get you anything? Some food, medicine, blankies.”

“Oh, actually, there’s some paper work in my top drawer-”

“I’m not bringing you work, Pope! Jesus, were you the kid who had friends bring him his homework when he was home sick from school?”

Santiago coughed and his poor throat sounded so horse. “Well, if I had friends and if I took days off, I suppose I would’ve.”

“Jesus, Garcia.”

“I’m JOKING! But yeah it was my sister. Mamí would have my head if I fell behind.”

That kid was never going to be free of his mother. “Other than work, do you need anything?”

“No, I’m alright, thank you.”

“Alright, I’ll see you tomorrow? 8 O’clock?”

“I’ll see you when you walk in at 8:45”

“Shut the hell up.”

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Javi was getting ready to leave work when he thought he might call Santi again to see if he needed anything on his way home. They didn’t live far, after all.

He called once, but the boy didn’t answer. He called again, no answer. When there wasn’t an answer a third time, Javier got concerned; he must be too sick to answer. Only stopping briefly at a corner store for some medicine, Javi rushed over to Santiago’s, banging on the door. “Garcia? Garcia!”

After a few minutes, Santi stumbled to open the door, looking groggy and messy and so unlike the boy he knew. Santiago shaved every morning, came to work crisp and put together. Right now, in a rumpled t shirt and shorts and a face that looked like he hadn’t shaved since Friday morning, Santi looked like an adorable disaster. 

“What happened? Are you okay?” He asked, worry in his eyes.

What a guy. “Am I okay? Garcia I called you three times and you didn’t answer, you look like hell.”

“Oh.” Able to relax a bit, Santi’s shoulders slumped and he rubbed his eye as he coughed and looked at the bad in Javi’s hand. “What’s that?”

Javi glanced at the bag before returning his gaze back to the sick man. “I brought you some medicine. Thought you might need something.”

The smile Santi gave him made his heart leap. “Javi, I appreciate you worrying.”

“I wasn’t-”

“But I’ve had three of my tia’s stop by and baby me already.”

“Oh-”

Santi saw Javi’s slightly dejected look, and it made his heart swell just a bit to see that yeah, Javi was an asshole, but he was his asshole and Javi cared about him. Javi wanted to take care of him. “You know how to make soup?”

“I can try.”

“Good, because I’m starving.” Opening the door to let him in, Santi went back to his couch to watch M.A.S.H.

Javi set to work. “Jesus, Garcia, M.A.S.H? Didn’t you get enough of war?”

“They can’t show anything on TV worse than what I’ve actually seen.” He mumbled, cuddling up in a blanket again.

Javier often forgot that Santiago had a whole life before him, a whole life of seeing things Javi couldn’t protect him from. Occasionally, Santi would mention his friends from the Army, his special ops team he was a part of, but not much, and especially nothing with what happened or why he left. There was his best friend who was a pilot and a pair of brothers. The older brother had been honorably discharged recently with “post-vietnam syndrome” although they hadn’t really spent that much time in Vietnam, comparatively. Vietnam was just the thing that got people talking, finally. This only came up in concern for the young brother who without an older brother’s guidance was hard to reel in.

By the time the soup was done, Santi seemed asleep so Javi walked over to the couch quietly only to find Santi was awake, watching M.A.S.H with tears in his eyes. Javi looked to the TV and although he couldn’t pinpoint what was going on, the scene was somber. “Garcia?” He didn’t answer him. “Garcia, hey, Santi-” Javi touched his shoulder causing Santi to gasp out of his trance.

“Will?!” Santi jumped up, eyes wide with panic and hand going for his hip only to find no gun. No holder. No uniform…

“Hey, amigo, relaje, relaje… It’s okay.” He held up his hands to try and placate him. “It’s just me, you're safe, I’m not going to hurt you, Santi.”

When Santi realized it had happened again he quickly averted his eyes, subconsciously shifting away from his friend. “Fuck, sorry, I was… dreaming.”

Javi knew he wasn’t dreaming. He had been awake, clearly, but Javi didn’t question him. “Dreaming about how you got that scar on your neck?”

He knew him a little too well. That’s why Santi called out for Will, the voice he had heard before slipping into unconsciousness. Santi felt like he had been going crazy. It wasn’t as bad as it had been for Will; Santi could handle gunshots and cross fire and action. He could handle it well, he knew he was capable. It was other things, however, things like dead bodies or funerals that sent him into a haze. One funeral he went to when he looked in the casket he saw himself. He never told anyone and never went again. When he went to mass he prayed he would never have to go Frankie, Will, Benny, or Elena’s. He prayed he’d go first.

“No.” He took a few bites of soup, complimenting it.

Javi just nodded. “Alright.” Turning the TV to the Mary Tyler Moore show, Javi tried to change the subject to distract Santi. “Always thought she was hot.”

“Me too. Had a crush on her when she was on the Dick Van Dyke show.”

Javi chuckled. “Of course you did. Here.” He went and got the cough syrup and put it on a spoon. “Here.”

Like a child, Santi whined. “Asqueroso”

“Shut the hell up, I’m not Mary Poppins and I’m not giving you sugar to wash it down.”

“Fiiiiine.” Santi lifted is head enough that Javi could guid the spoon between his plush and waiting lips, eyes dropping in exhaustion and face flush with fever in a way that made Santi just look… fucked out.

No, fuck, shit, he’s not suppossed to be thinking those things about his partner, or men in general. Not that Javi had a problem with it, but he wasn’t gay. It was just his mind wandering, that’s all. 

“Javi?” Santi mumbled half asleep.

“Hm?”

“There’s some vicks vapor rub on the counter, can you grab it for me?”

“Yeah, no problem.” When Javi returned with the rub, Santi was out cold. “Garcia?” He felt his forehead, he was burning up. Poor kid was probably exhausted. Sighing, he opened the vapor rub. With care and precision, Javi rubbed a bit on his neck and a little on his chest, only dipping slightly under the collar so as to not put his hand anywhere untoward. It wasn’t sexual, Santi just needed help. Digging through his medicine cabinet, Javi also found some peppermint and lavender oils and remembered what his own mother used to do when he was sick. A tiny bit of lavender under the nose and some peppermint on Santi’s temples, Javi hopped at the very least he could have a good sleep.

He deserved it, honestly. The young man worked hard, he cared about what he did and the people of Colombia. He was smart, capable, and kind, traits that Javi remembered liking so much in Steve. He was easy to like. 

Settling into a chair nearby with some soup, Javier decided to stay for a little bit just in case Santi needed something or in case he got worse.

When Santi woke up a few hours later it had already gotten dark out and he had intended on moving to his bed. When he began to sit up, however, Santi saw Javier asleep on the chair. He must have stayed to keep an eye on him. Santi’s heart was full, overcome with emotion and affection for his partner in ways he can’t remember feeling since… well shit, Santi can’t remember feeling like this. He had friends he loved dearly, he loved his sister and his mother and all his extended family… but this felt… different. He couldn’t put his finger on it. 

Standing up, Santi quietly used the bathroom and got another blanket from his room. Before laying down again, Santiago carefully laid the blanket over Javier, tucking him in.

“Buenas noches, amigo. Y gracias."

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Hope this was enough to tide y'all over!

I was writing the vapo rub scene and it was gonna be a lil more intimate but then I got trauma flashbacks to Glee and ina singing and... I said hmmmmmmmm nope lol

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Hiiii, I would like a request a fic with Gareth. A biiiiig argument but the end is happy 🤍 thank you

𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝙸 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞

𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: Gareth Emerson x Fem!Reader

𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: Beth, one of the Hawkins high cheerleaders starts to develop feelings towards Gareth, you’re boyfriend, what happens when you start to think he might like her too?

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: lots of cussing, ANGSTY, mentions of hooking up, mentions of cheating. Happy ending so don’t worry, also not proofread cause I don’t have time for that rn

𝗣𝗢𝗩: first person- Y/n

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“So my place or yours tonight?” I asked Gareth, both of packing up our folders and help clean up the drama room after a very stressful game of Dungeons and Dragons.

“Actually Y/n I’m gonna have to cancel tonight, I promised Beth I would give her ride after her cheer practice”

Oh.

That’s right.

Beth. The good old popular Beth, perfect, beautiful, cheerleader.

Gareth had created a low key friendship with the fellow cheerleader, where only me and the rest of hellfire knew about, Beth not wanting to get caught with someone titled as a “freak”

Though, the past few weeks have been get suspicious. Him spending more and more time with her and less with me. Him canceling some date nights and movie nights to go and be with her, even if it’s just a 5 minute drive to drop her off at home.

Not to mention Beth has a boyfriend, Andy, one of the jocks on the basketball team. Another fellow popular kid in school. The opposite of what me and Gareth are.

“Earth to Y/n, you there?” Gareth said while snapping his fingers in front of my face to break me out of my thoughts.

“Sorry…um can you repeat that?”

He scoffed at that. Ouch.

“I said, I have to cancel tonight, I gotta drive Beth home”

“No worries Y/n, I can drive you home, I got my van” Eddie said, jingling his keys afterwards.

“See, it works out, so I will see you tom-“

Gareth went in to give a kiss on the cheek but i gently stopped him from getting closer, gently pushing him back.

“No…no it doesn’t work out”

“What? What you don’t want Eddie driving you?”

“I promise most of it is clean, the engine is a piece of shit but it’s not that bad” Eddie said while throwing his hands up in defense

“No Eddie it’s not you” I said, Gareth’s face stilled in confusion.

“It’s you Gareth”

His eyes went wide “what?”

“You heard me, it’s you Gareth, it’s been you the past few weeks now. All of a sudden one popular girl starts to like you and catch feelings for you, even though she has a boyfriend, and suddenly I get pushed away. How many dates have you canceled now in the past month? It’s been about a handful, if not more. I’m tired of it Gareth” at this point I had tears starting to form in my eyes, but not quite fall, not yet at least.

“Why are you being so dramatic over this right now? Beth is just a friend, I don’t think she likes me but If she does, trust and believe the feelings aren’t mutual”

“Just a friend? Isn’t that how all the stories go, just a friend usually is code for future relationship, or side bitch in other words”

“Y/n! What the hell is wrong with you right now? You know what, I gotta go, Beth is waiting on me, at least she isn’t a dramatic fucking bitch like someone I know” that was it for Gareth, he took his bag, swung it over his shoulder and walked out the drama room, slamming the door on his way out.

That’s when tears started to spill, and sobs started to come out.

“Y/n, hey come on it’s okay, look I’ll drive you home, come on, forget about him. I’ll have a word with him tomorrow” Eddie said, placing his arm over my shoulder and slowly walking us out of the drama room and towards his van in the parking lot.

The sound of Sniffles came from me occasionally on the way to his van.

He opened the passengers side door for me, right when I was gonna get in I looked up and saw her. Her and perfectly shaped body, clean cheer uniform, and her little fucking smile that I hated so much. Which I grew to hate even more now that the smile plastered on her face was directed to Gareth as she opened the door and got in his car.

“Come on Y/n, let’s get you home” Eddie said softly, gently rubbing my back.

I got in as he closed the door and heading to the drivers side of the van, clicking my seat belt on, looking up one last time to see Gareth’s car drive away and out of the school’s parking lot.

The drive home was quiet, Eddie knowing better to not say anything or starting a conversation, me very obviously not in the mood at all after what just happened between me and Gareth.

Just peaceful silence while the radio played on a very low volume.

Eddie had tucked me into bed that night and wished me a good nights sleep before leaving and going to his trailer.

I told Eddie I was going to sleep right before he left, which was very much a lie. I spent most of the night crying in my bed while looking at pictures of me and Gareth.

One was from the summer of 1984, our first summer together as a couple, the both of us in shorts and tan tops, sitting on his bed, reading what was the newest Thor comic at the time.

Another one of us at the scoops ahoy that was built in the Starcourt mall that closed after the fire that happened there. The both of us at a booth, us sharing a U.S.S Butterscotch.

And another one of us sitting at the lunch table a few months ago, before Beth came into the story, it was a picture Jeff took of me shoving mustard towards Gareth, knowing how much he dislikes it.

“Hey honey, someone is here to see you” my mom said from behind my door, which was locked, not wanting her to walk in on me crying.

“Okay thanks mom, I’ll get it in a second”

I quickly dried my tears and played with my Pjs to make myself look some what presentable to whoever was at the door.

I opened the door to see the person I least wanted to see right now, Gareth.

“So um, you were right, she kinda had a thing for me, she invited me in and then tried to make me hook up with her, I pushed her away and immediately drove here. I’m sorry I called you a dramatic bitch and for pushing you away, that wasn’t right, I’m sorry”

Gareth kept eye contact with me through the whole thing, fiddling with his fingers nails in front of him.

“I hate you sometimes” I said.

He just looked down and frowned “I know”

A few seconds of silence passed by before I spoke up again.

“But god I love you more than anything or anyone in the entire world” I said as a tear escaped my eye.

“I love you too sweetheart, and I’m so so sorry” he said as he walked a little closer to me, I figured he wanted to embrace a hug so I closed the gap between us and held him tight.

He placed small kisses on top of my head “I promise I’m gonna make it up to you, and I promise I won’t ever pull some shit like that again”

Let’s just say, he kept his promise.

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𝘼/𝙣 : I am so sorry this took forever to write but here it is! I hope it’s not the bad cause I worked on it 4 different times and each time I was rushing to get it done so here it is my lovely ♥︎

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Renegade: part 2

Roman reigns x OC scarlet

Gif credit: @romanreigns

I'm posting the first 2 parts today and then I'll do 3 and 4 tomorrow. I don't wanna post it all at once and tumblrs algorithm decide to be a giant douche canoe.

Warnings: more flirting, errors I may have missed,

Tag list: @angelreigns444 @acknowledge-reigns

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The next morning I woke up thinking the night before had been a dream but when I looked at my phone there was a text from a number i didn't know.

??: hey beautiful! I can't wait to see you again❤️

Scarlet: who's this?

??: oh I'm sorry. It's Joe.

Joe: what are you doing later tonight?

Scarlet: oh hey! Yeah I'd like to see you again. I'm actually off the day after tomorrow.

Joe: yeah that works perfectly! I'll see you then.

I don't even know this guy and somehow I find myself smiling like a fool whenever I talk to him! And why does he look so familiar?

Oh well i've got to get ready. just then my phone rang. It was my sister

"Hey Claire!"

"Scarlet! How have you been?"

"Good still working at the same boring job! Well it was boring until last night. A very handsome stranger saved me from the town drunk! He looks so familiar though! He did his name was Joe and i gave him my number and we're supposed to go on a date the day after tomorrow!"

"Well at least he was handsome and not some old fart!" She laughed

"Be nice Claire! I've gotta get going! I'm gonna be late. I'll tell you all about it later!"

"See ya"

I sighed and finished getting ready for work. I put my apron on and grabbed my keys and phone and headed out the door. When I got to work it was strangely quiet for this time of day. I clocked in and happened to look up at the corner. There he was, smiling at me. I blushed "why you blushing Scarlet?" My co worker liz asked.

She looked over at the corner and smiled "ooh someone has their eye on you! You lucky girl! Out of the thousands of women who've come in here you're the only one he's paid any attention to!" She said

I looked back at her "really? That's weird! Wonder why? There's much prettier women then me out there!" I shrugged.

"Scarlet look in the mirror sweetheart! You're gorgeous!! Its no wonder he took a liking to you"

"Pfft! Please! I mean he's very handsome and might I say a damn good kisser bu-"

"You didn't?" Liz exclaimed

"What no he just kissed me after he took me home. There was a rowdy drunk in here a few nights ago and he handled it. Was kinda hot honestly" I giggled

Joe's POV

Hearing her take about me to her friend was cute! I smiled watching her be herself. Her friend wasn't wrong! She absolutely beautiful! I shouldnt be falling for her. Who knows what she'll do when she finds out.

I watched her Everytime He came near my table she'd be sure to smile At me and I'd smile back. It became a game. A cute little game. She didn't take it to far which was kind of a turn on. She left a lot to the imagination but her curves were clearly visible Through that outfit and her ass was round just begging to be smacked! Snap out of it Joe! Fuck I can't keep my eyes off her watching that ass bounce like that. I liked my lips and she must've noticed cause she had a school girl smile and was blushing.

I would kill to be inside her right now! Making her scream my name!! Fuck Joe settle down!! Oh shit here she comes!

"Hey! How've you been?" She smiled.

"I'm alright. I wanted to ask you where you wanted to go for dinner tomorrow"

"Oh I don't care where. I'm not picky" she smiled.

"We can go anywhere you want! My treat" I smiled.

She looked down "I was thinking of cooking at home actually. I work at a Restraunt so I'd like to have a change up"

"That actually sounds good! Tell you what I'll get what we need and I'll surprise you with what we're gonna have" I smiled.

"I'd like that! I have to get back to work though. I'll see you later!" She smiled and walked behind the counter.

I didn't know how she did it but the more I saw her the more I fell for her but the question was when she found out what I was would she feel the same?

#roman reigns #wwe #wwe x oc #roman reigns x oc #wwe fanfiction #roman reigns fanfiction #Spotify

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a  walk  to  remember  sentence  starters.    (part two) a  compilation  of  sentence  starters  from  and  inspired  by  a  walk  to  remember  (2002).  feel  free  to  adjust  as  necessary  but  do  not  add  to  the  list.  thank  you!

‘ i just want you to know, no hard feelings, [ name ] and i are way over. ’

‘ i didn't want anyone to be weird around me, especially you. ’

‘ i'm scared of not being with you. ’

‘ from citizen high to citizen low… that's great. ’

‘ okay, maybe you're just too scared that someone might actually want to be with you, because then you wouldn't be able to hide… ’

‘ it’s him i don't trust, not you. ’

‘ how can you see places like this and have moments like this and not believe? ’

‘ so you think you can get all this done by tomorrow? ’

‘ you would be so beautiful if you knew how to do your makeup. ’

‘ can you help me or not? you know what, just forget it. ’

‘ what's with you? it's like you don't even have time for your real friends anymore. ’

‘ listen, i've got to finish this tonight. ’

‘ are you going to go visit [ name ]? ’

‘ we have all the same classes, we've been in the same school since kindergarten. ’

‘ you want me to take you home? let's get out of here. ’

‘ what i think is, this is bullshit. ’

‘ you're a jedi master of bullshit. ’

‘ a request like yours requires… flattery and groveling. ’

‘ this restaurant is really nice. are you sure this is okay? ’

‘ everybody can dance. c'mon, you can't be that bad. ’

‘ are you trying to seduce me? ’

‘ you don't know the first thing about being someone's friend. ’

‘ when did you know, [ name ], that we were in love? ’

‘ here's some free advice about that one. stay far away. he's nothing but trouble. ’

‘ do you love me? ’

‘ this girl has changed you and you don't even know it. ’

‘ i want to go back to the dance. ’

‘ it can't be all about you, it has to be for the common good of everybody. ’

‘ i was doing laundry the other day and i found this… ’

‘ would you like to dance? ’

‘ you're my angel. ’

‘ you know what i figured out today? maybe god has a bigger plan for me than i had for myself. ’

‘ baby… baby, i'm sorry, okay? they're wrong, alright? ’

‘ sorry. i told you i was bad at this. ’

‘ now, you might not care what i say or think but you should care about god's opinion. ’

‘ find out who you are and do it on purpose. ’

‘ come here, come and look. quick! ’

‘ i'd like to ask your daughter to dinner on saturday night. ’

‘ these are really beautiful ambitions.. but you're going to have to work really hard. ’

‘ i have something for you. don't worry, it's not a bible. ’

‘ she's not like that. ’

‘ can you find this star, right here? i had it named for you. see? it's official, from the international star registry. ’

‘ you don't know what you want. ’

‘ without suffering, there would be no compassion. ’

‘ now would be the time to say something. ’

‘ i have brought us a thermos of hot coffee and a blanket. ’

‘ when i say be here at ten, be here, okay? ’

‘ okay… so, i'll see you at school? ’

‘ i wanted to give you these, the pictures from the play. ’

‘ i'll see you this afternoon after school. ’

‘ i know it can be very difficult… but maybe you should try backing into it from somewhere else. ’

‘ i can't believe you asked my father's permission. ’

‘ i have my beliefs… i have faith. don't you? ’

‘ i'm sick and tired of doing the same old shit all the time. ’

‘ you going to keep me out here all afternoon or what? ’

‘ don't even pretend like you're not going to be great. ’

‘ i guess you're with who you should be. ’

‘ you know what? i actually thought i wanted to be your friend… and now i have no idea why. no idea. ’

‘ look, this is about me, okay? this is not you. ’

‘ look, i don't have a choice… so would you just help me out, please? ’

‘ i told you not to fall in love with me. ’

‘ i can't just be your friend. ’

‘ i've got an idea, why don't you go back to the dance by yourself? ’

‘ if there is a higher power… then why is it he can't get you a new sweater? ’

‘ you're acting like a crazy person. what's going on? ’

‘ i want to ask you something… will you go out with me? this weekend? ’

‘ can we turn down the music a notch? some of us are actually trying to work. ’

‘ i've seen them bust a move and it is not pretty. ’

‘ one condition though, [ name ]… you have to promise you won't fall in love with me. ’

‘ please don't pretend like you know me, okay? ’

‘ there's too much bad shit in this world. ’

‘ if i kept you too close, it's because i want to keep you longer. ’

‘ i don't want to just be your friend. ’

‘ are you worried about your college applications? ’

‘ i understand you have managed to win the lead in the school play. congratulations. ’

‘ did you just get in? ’

‘ i'm going to go make us some dinner, okay? ’

‘ thank god i didn't know. i would have panicked. ’

‘ you don't care what people think about you? ’

‘ the rules around here are not going to change. ’

‘ you know i don't dance. ’

‘ do you normally walk by yourself in a cemetery at night? ’

#roleplay prompts #roleplay sentence starters #sentence starters #a walk to remember #a walk to remember sentence starters #mine: inbox prompt

[ares--athena]

Christmas Cheer

Robby x black fem! Reader x Tory

Summary- Robby and Tory have no idea what to get each other or reader and reader doesn't think she got them enough. Will their financial problems hurt the situation irreversibly?

Warnings- sorta angsty, fluffy, and the very very slight allusion to smut at the end.

December 5th- 20 days before Christmas (Reader POV)

"I ordered their gifts already." I told my friend Starr while walking down the school hall. "A little early, no?" She asked, it was 'early' for most people but not me I wanted everything to be here for them. "No, I honestly haven't gotten everything yet so I'm still a little behind schedule. It has to be perfect it's our first Christmas together." "Girl, I'm positive that if you gave those two some sand from outside they would cherish it like a million bucks. I think you'll be okay." She laughs making her way inside the classroom.

December 15th- 10 days before Christmas (Reader, POV)

Walking through the isles of the store nothing caught my eye for a good gift for them. I wanted to get Tory and Robby meaningful things and nothing was standing out. The stress of finals had been in both me and Tory stressed while Robby was fixing his relationship with his dad, so we were all white busy. I walked around the entire store twice before something caught my eye. A Lego Batman set, the one Tory's brother had been looking at. I don't think he ever told her because she does so much. So I did what any sensible person would do, I bought it with some gifts I did find for them.

December 20th- 5 days before Christmas (Tory POV)

"I don't know guys, what should I get them. Bills are tight this month and I can't make up for it." I ranted to Miguel and Sam while being in class. "Just talk to them, they'll understand." Sam explained. "But knowing Robby he'll try his best to buy what I want and I KNOW (y/n) will go absolutely overboard with gifts because it's her love language." I ranted more, what was I gonna do? "Then don't buy them anything, They love your cooking, make them Christmas dinner." Miguel suggested. "That might actually be a good idea."

December 20th- 5 days before Christmas (Robby POV)

"What the hell am I supposed to get them?" I asked Eli during practice. "You haven't gotten either of their gifts yet? Dude your real behind." He said. "You are not helping, (y/n) is probably getting me and Tory really thoughtful gifts and I can't think of shit to get for her." I almost yelled. "Okay, one calm down, two just get them both things they like, small stuff, they're both going to like whatever you get them." He said. "Yeah I guess."

December 24th- 1 day before Christmas (Reader POV)

Everything was going wrong, I wasn't finished wrapping presents, my hair wasn't done only being washed, and both Robby and Tory were on their way. "fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck" I mumbled to myself as I finally finished wrapping their gifts and started on my hair. About ten minutes later my hair was in two puffs and someone knocked at my door so it would have to do. "Merry Christmas Eve baby" Tory said with a smile. "Merry Christmas Eve love. How are you?" I asked letting her in. "Great now that I see you." As me and Tory got situated we started home alone, a top tier Christmas movie, to wait for Robby. It wasn't cold in the Valley by any means but we were cuddled under a blanket for the movie. There was another knock at my door, "I'll get it baby, relax" Tory said softly getting up. "Hi pretty girl" Robby told Tory giving her a side hug with gifts in his arm. "Robby what all did you get?" Tory asked. "You will find out tomorrow. Hi beautiful." Robby smiled at me. "Hi hun."

December 25- Christmas Day (Reader POV)

Waking up in Robby and Tory's arms may be the best part of my day already. "Babe, get up." I heard Tory shake me. I groaned and turned around. "Come on beautiful wake up. It's Christmas." I heard Robby from next to me. "I just wanna sleep for a little longer." I mumbled to them. "Come one babe it's already 10 and I finished breakfast.' Tory said softly. "Mm okay." I mumbled starting to get up.

"Thank you love breakfast was amazing." I said taking Tory and Robby's plates and giving her a kiss. "Merry Christmas babe." Tory smiled. "Come on we gotta open gifts." Robby said getting up. "Yeah I gotta get all your gifts from upstairs. I'll be right back." "WHAT ALL DID YOU GET!?" I heard Tory about from downstairs. I didn't reply as I went to my room and grabbed the gifts from my closet. Or as many as I could, I would have to make a second trip. I set the gifts by the stairs and grabbed the other one before making my way back down. "Holy fucking shit what all did you get?" Robby asked grabbing some gifts and putting them under the tree. I moved next to him to put down the ones I had. "I don't think I got you guys enough actually." I said softly going up the stairs to grab the rest of the gifts. "Holy fuck babe." Tory said coming out of the kitchen. "That's what I said. And She said she would've gotten us more." Robby mocked. "More! You would have put everywhere out of business with more." Tory shouted. "Come on just open your gifts." I said sitting by the tree. Tory and Robby both took seats near me. "Tory, what's wrong?" I asked her, "You look like you're going to cry." "I'm sorry I..." she paused to take a breath. "I wasn't able to get you guys anything. Money was really tight this month and Brandon really wanted this gift and I just couldn't. I'm sorry." She finished. "Tory," Robby started before just moving in to hold her. I joined in not long after. She started sobbing, "I just saw how much you spent on us and I'm sorry I wasn't able.." I cut her off, "Tory I don't do this for something in return I get you and Robby gifts because I love you. This is just how I show that. I don't need gifts from you two because you show your love differently this is just all I know how to do." I said smiling at her and wiping her tears. "Tory we know how much you care for us by what you do not what you give us." Robby spoke softly to her. "And Tory there is one gift I really want you to see first." I got up to grab a gift I had stashed away, I say back next to her letting Tory see who it was too. "Oh my god" she whispered. "You got Brandon a gift. This is, I can't even.." she stuttered looking shocked at the package. "I saw him looking at it on commercials and I don't think he ever told you about it, so I got it for him." "This is great. Babe, I don't even know what to say to you" she smiling at me. "I say we open the rest of these gifts. And then show beautiful how much we really appreciate her gifts." Robby smiled.

#poly tory x robby x reader #tory x robby x reader #tory nichols #robby keene #black fem reader #Tory x reader #Robby x reader

[sunnyie-eve]

7 | My Number One

Series: Little Things

Paring: Mattheo Riddle x OFC Potter!

Word Count: 2.4k

A/N: Might be a few mistakes

| MASTERLIST |

When we get to the grounds the car starts to loss control and we crash into a tree. "My wand." I see Ron's broken. 

"Be thankful it's not your neck." I tell him before something hits the car. 

"What's happening?" Ron whines. 

The tree start to attack the car growling making us yell till we fall out of the tree. Ron drives fast getting us away from the tree then the car throws us out with all of our stuff before driving off into the dark forest. 

"Dad's going to kill me." Ron shakes his head. 

"I feel like your mum is going to be more mad though." I turn my head to look at him. 

"Shut it." He covers my mouth with his hand. 

We go back and get all of our stuff going into the school putting our stuff with everyone else's. Harry explains everything wrong that had happened to us then we run into Flitch, who takes us to Snape. He goes on about how we were seen by seven Muggles and we damage the tree we crashed into. 

"Honestly, Professor Snape, I think it did more damage to us." Ron tells him and I agree. 

"Ron's right." I get quite as he tells us to be quite. 

He tells the boys that if they were in Slytherin he would have it to were they would be on the train back home. Dumbledore comes in saying they're not though and McGonagall tells the boys that she will be writing to their families and they both get detention. 

"I guess, I'll go get my things." I look down at the ground sighing. 

"Miss Potter, I won't expel today... You will detention with me tomorrow." Snape lets me know and I smile.

 "Thank you, Professor." We all leave going to our dorms. "Ron." I stop him and Harry. "Next time when I say we wait by the car... we wait by the car." I glare at him. 

"Got it." He nods his head fast leaving with Harry.

As I get to the common room, because we missed dinner, I'm pulled into an unexpected hug. "I was nervous you weren't coming this year. You weren't on the train." Mattheo hugs me and I hug him back. 

"We couldn't get through the barrier so we missed the train." I explain to him stepping back out of the hug. 

"How did you get here?" He asks. 

"Ron drove his dad's flying car. We crashed into the tree, got in trouble so I have detention with Snape tomorrow." I roll my eyes. 

"I'm glad you made it. I can't imagine a year without you." We both smile. 

"HAZEL!" Theo screams walking to the room making the grisly come running in and over to me. 

"You did make it!" They tackle me. 

"She just missed the train." Mattheo tells them. 

"I'm actually really tired from all that has happened today so I just wanna go to bed." I yawn. 

"See you in the morning." Enzo hugs me then Theo as I walk past them going to my dorm with the girls following behind.

-

"You didn't write back all summer, what happened?" Willow asks as we walk to class. 

"A house elf stole Harry and I letters. Also tried to stop us from coming this year. Said to keep us safe." I explain to her. 

"So something bad is going to happen?" She get nervous. 

"I don't know what but apparently."

"Hey, Draco said you and Weasley like each other?" Theo jogs up to me. 

"We're friends. What is he... Is he talking about us at the bookshop?! Oh, my god. I can't put my arm around a friend? We both dislike Lockhart so we were celebrating." I roll my eyes getting everything. 

"How could you with a blood tr-," 

I slap my hand over his mouth, "What we talked about with the Hermione goes the same for Ron." I glare at him. 

"Fine, I got it." He groans.

"Best friend!" Mattheo runs up beside me grabbing my arm to link it with his. "Will you be a nerd this year too? Because I need you to be a nerd in Greenhouse, I don't remember that stuff." He says as we all walk to that class. 

"She's our nerd in every subject." Enzo joins us with Draco, Crabbe, and Goyle. 

"You know you are pretty brave to talk back to my father." Draco speaks up bumping into as he passes me. 

"Well he called a murderer who killed my parents a legend. Did you think I wouldn't say anything? I don't care if it was your father. I see where you get your disgusting personally from." I roll my eyes. 

"What did you say?" He turns around getting in my face. 

"You heard me, Malfoy." I stare into his eyes. 

"You-," 

Mattheo cuts him off, "Drop it, Malfoy. You mess with her, you mess with me." He glares at him then pulls me away continuing our way to class, "He's not worth it."

As we walk in and get the proper attire on for class, Ron looks over at me and I point my finger at him. "I'll listen next time, I promise." He puts his hands up in defense. "Wanna say that in a better way?" I walk up to him. 

"I promise to listen to you all the time..." He blinks at me. 

"That's better, Weasley". I smile patting the top of his head. 

Professor Sprout come in and gets the class started, "Who here can tell me the properties of the Mandrake root?" She asks and Hermione raises her hand before to answer. 

"Might I add... It's also quite dangerous. The Mandrake's cry is fatal to anyone who hears it." I add to what Hermione said. 

"Excellent. 10 points to Gryffindor. And 10 points to Slytherin." Professor Sprout tells us. 

We all out on our earmuffs to protect our ears from the crying but it still hurt. You think one crying was terrible but a whole class pulling up one and multiple crying.

"I never want to do that again." Pansy complains as we leave class. 

"Did you see Longbottom fainted before we all pulled them out." Theo laughs. 

"Here we go." I sigh as he's an ass with Draco, Crabbe, and Goyle. 

"Riddle, how do you consider Potter your best friend?" Draco starts again. 

"She's a lot better than you." Mattheo eyes him. 

"Really? Why am I surprised... You're just a half blood, who's real parents didn't want. Now your adoptive pureblood parents are just blood traitors." Draco chuckles pissing Mattheo off. 

"I didn't have a choice not being with my real parents and I'm glad I'm not. Because I know I would be a whole lot worse than you because who they are." Mattheo gets in Draco's face. 

"You said you don't know who they are... Why are you keeping it a secret?" Draco stands up taller. 

"Because they don't deserve to be talked about. But me knowing who my parents were... I would watch it because I could be just like them if I get mad."

I finally step in grabbing Mattheo's hand, "It's not worth it." I squeeze his hand tugging him away. 

"Listen to your little girlfriend, Riddle. You both would be perfect for each other with no real parents." Draco spits at him. 

"Okay, that's enough." Theo steps in pushing Draco away from us. 

"Don't tell me... You have a crush on Potter. Doesn't fit your standards you know being non pureblood, a blood traitor, love for muggles, even mudbloods." Theo shoves Draco harder. 

"Watch it, daddy's boy. You think you're so tough with theses meat heads by your side. You're all talk and no bite. I know you Malfoy. So shut it." Theo backs away walking over to Mattheo and I. 

"Whatever, let's go. You coming Enzo?" Draco waits but Enzo joins us too. "You four are pathetic." Draco leaves.

Pansy looks at us then at Draco going after him. "She's in love with him but he doesn't care." Theo rolls his eyes. 

"Well hall that drama has made me hungry." Sienna speaks up linking her arm with Willow. 

"I say, let's eat." Willow skips off with Sienna and the group follows. 

"Hey, thank you again for having my back." I stop holding Mattheo back. 

"You're my girl, my best friend, my number one. Forever so get used to it." He shakes my arm making me laugh. 

"Why am I so special?" I ask him actually curious. 

"I know the saying is usually cliché but it's true... You're different from all the other Slytherin's. When you introduced yourself to me, you tried to get me to talk back. You started a conversation while they just said their name waited for a response didn't get one so left saying I was weird." He explains to me. 

"They did say that." I nod my head. 

"That's why you are special." He smiles using his left hand to pinch my cheek.

"Ron, have you fixed your wand yet?" I ask as we pass him and Harry. 

"Does it look like it?" He shows me this wand and a roll of tape. 

"You're doomed." I pat him back walking over to my table. 

"How did that happen?" Mattheo asks as we sit down with the group. 

"When we crashed into the tree, Ron was banging his wand against the steering wheel then it broke." I tell him. 

"Oh, yeah... Don't you have detention with Professor Snape today?" He asks. 

"Yeah, I don't think it will be that bad." I shrug my shoulders. 

Ron's owl comes flying in before crashing down in their table. "Look, everyone. Weasley's got himself a Howler." Seamus says making people laugh. 

"What's a Howler?" I ask. 

"You'll see." Theo laughs more.

"Ronald Weasley! How dare you steal that car! I am absolutely disgusted! Your father's now facing an inquiry at work, and it's entirely your fault! If you put another toe out of line, we'll bring you straight home! Oh, and Ginny, dear, congratulations on making Gryffindor. Your father and I are so proud." The Howler from Molly shouts at Ron. 

"That's embarrassing." I feel second hand embarrassment. 

"Now you understand what a Howler is?" Theo laughs. 

"100% understand." I nod my head.

///

As Hazel chats with the girls at the table Mattheo just let watches her trying not to smile. "Riddle, you're staring." Theo whispers to him. 

"Huh?" Mattheo looks away from Hazel. 

"You got a crush on your best friend?" Theo laugh. 

"You're jealous Nott." Mattheo laughs. 

"What makes you say that?" He chuckles. 

"Your eyes tell me you don't like the thought of me liking her." Mattheo explains to him so he just chuckles. 

"I know someone who does have a crush on her." Theo glances to his right making Mattheo look to the left. 

"No, way." He groans looking away from Draco. 

"Yep, he slipped a little over the summer." Mattheo makes a face as Hazel looks at him. 

"What's that face for?" She laughs. 

"Something gross Theo told me." He says making Theo laugh.

In Defense Against The Dark Arts, Hazel couldn't stand Lockhart as he talked to them. "He's so full of himself." She says under her breath as he talks about what's under the cover in a cage. 

"I say he's a fake." Enzo whispers to her as Lockhart reveals Cornish pixies. 

"Let's see what you make of them." Lockhart opens the cage making them fly out. 

They mess with the students and make a mess. Willow, Sienna, Theo, Enzo, Draco, Pansy, Crabbe, and Goyle run out of the class room while Hazel smacks pixies away with her book with Mattheo. One gets ahold of her hair pulling it, "Hazie, stop moving for a second." Mattheo tells her so she does and knocks the pixie away. 

"Thanks, Matty." She says as the duck under a table tell Hermione freezes the pixies.

"Why is it always me?" Neville asks hanging from the chandelier. 

"How do we get him down?" Mattheo looks at the trio.

 "Umm." Harry keeps his eyes on Neville. 

The five end up figuring a way to get Neville down then clean up the classroom just because they felt like Lockhart wasn't going to do it. As Hazel and Mattheo leave the classroom Hermione and Ron jog to catch up with them while Harry goes get ready for Quidditch practice. 

"Hey, Ron... I thought you said I was the only Slytherin you like." Hazel laughs as they get outside and sit down. 

"You are." He says confused. 

"No, because you talk to Mattheo too." She puts an arm around Mattheo's shoulder. 

"At times but I guess you do have a point." Ron rolls his eyes.

As the four were sitting they see the Slytherin team and the Gryffindor team walk up to each other. "This isn't good." Hazel gets up and Ron agrees so all four go over to see what's going on. 

"You've got a new Seeker? Who?" Wood asks Flint so Draco steps up. 

"You?" Hazel chuckles. 

She knew he was a good flyer because of last year but she didn't hear no talk of him wanting to tryout for the team. "That's right. Ans that's not all that's new this year." Draco shows off the brooms. 

"Those are Nimbus 2001s. How did you get those?" Ron asks. 

"A gift from Draco's father." Flint looks at him. 

"You see, Weasley, unlike some, my father can afford the best." Draco tells him. 

"At least no one in the Gryffindor team had to buy their way in. They got in on pure talent." Hermione spits at him which pisses him off.

"No one asked your opinion. You filthy little Mudblood." Draco steps up to her and Hazel steps in front of Hermione glaring at him. 

"You'll pay for that one, Malfoy. Eat slugs!" Ron points his wand at Draco but it backfires hitting him. 

"Ron, you okay!" Hazel runs over to him with the Gryffindor's.

 Ron looks like he was going to throw up and he does but it was slugs that come out. Harry and Hermione take Ron to Hagrid while Hazel walks up to a laughing Draco. 

"What you going to do, Potter?" He raises an eyebrow. 

Hazel raises her arm pulling it back but Mattheo pulls her back. "Let me do it." She struggles in his arms. 

"You already have detention. You can't get in more trouble. Snape will send you home." He tries to calm her down and it does make her stop. "He's not worth it."

#harry potter #draco malfoy #hermione granger #ron weasley #severus snape #albus dumbledore #narcissa malfoy #lucius malfoy #molly weasley #arthur weasley #fred weasley #george weasley #ginny weasley #neville longbottom #hogwarts #wizarding world #mattheo riddle #theodore nott #lorenzo berkshire #harry potter fanfic #masterlist

[frstcorinthians]

; rosary-strung (ii)

summary: unusual girls find each other. strangers become known. pairing: eventual hob x oc x morpheus, right now it’s just gearing up warnings:  more blood mentions, mentions of familial abuse wc: ~3.6k, wow, look at me go notes: place your bets on how long it’ll take me to get to her actual name. anyways more hob, more morpheus, and could it be ?! an actual plot ?!

cross-posted to ao3 - chapter one

A few days after her run-in with the owner of the inn, her neighbor’s daughter began lingering around the coffee shop. The girl was only about thirteen, too young to really need or want to drink coffee, so she mostly sat in the corner of the shop, quietly doing homework or reading. Unobtrusive, but certainly lonely. Looking at this girl, wild-eyed and skittish, made the little saint’s heart ache in fierce reminder of the past. Who she had been, who she was now. All the changes she could never undo, even if she had wanted.

The girl’s mother came to get her one night, clearly coming home from working a late shift. Tired as she was, her eyes lit up upon seeing her daughter, who had been put in charge of refilling the napkins around the tables. She smiled softly, leaning against the bar as the owner looked on. “You’re a saint for taking care of her, I can’t thank you enough.”

“Of course. She’s quiet as a mouse. I couldn’t ask for a better customer.”

“You don’t mind having her here, do you? She finishes school a few hours before I get off work, and I’d hate for her to be all alone in our apartment.” The stress settled back into the lines of the mother’s face. “It’s no problem at all.”

The girl hopped down from the barstool she had settled on during the day, finished with her little tasks. The bar was impeccably organized, everything restocked and in its place.

“We’d better get going,” the girl’s mom started to gather her daughter’s things. “C’mon Steph, you’ve got school tomorrow. Let’s get some sleep.” The girl trotted over to her mom, helping her put away the books and binders that had slowly taken over one of the cafe tables. She waved as the two of them left, shoulders slumped and happily tired out. The little saint smiled as she watched the pair leave. It was time for her to head home, too.

She braced herself against the freezing chill of the outside. As she pulled the front door tight to lock it - the stupid thing always got stuck when it was cold out - she heard a call come from down the street.

“Cat owner!”

The stranger from before was walking down the street, hands buried in his coat pockets and smile wide across his face. “Thought I’d catch you here. I just saw Melanie and her kid leaving, didn’t know you two were friends.”

“We’re neighbors. Her daughter hangs around when she’s busy with work. The cafe’s safe and she’s quiet, I don’t mind.” She slipped the key out of the lock and pushed her coat collar up against the wind.

“That so.” He kept pace alongside her as she walked down the street. “I never introduced myself when we met. Hob Gadling.” He stuck his hand out towards her. She shook, firm.

“Nice to meet you.” A strange pause as she dodged around giving her name. Then,

“You know, that girl is a little odd. Melanie’s kid, I mean. I’ve heard some of the people at the bar saying she’s up at odd hours, weird thumps on the walls and such.”

The hairs on the back of her neck prickled. “That so?”

“Yeah.” She glanced sidelong to see his eyes locked straight on her face. Without thinking, her fingers came up to rub at the necklace tucked under her shirt.

“Well, I’ll keep an eye on her. Let you know if anything strange happens at the shop.”

He chuckled. “That’d be nice. Hope I’ll see you around the pub sometime, I’ve got some papers on Hamlet from my students, a few of them you might appreciate.”

She laughed, surprising herself at how bright it was. She hadn’t laughed like that in ages. “Say less.”

“Perfect. They’re due this Friday, if you want to get them while they’re fresh.”

“Consider it done.”

Their paths parted and they went their separate ways.

She woke the next morning with a neck weeping blood and a tap, tapping against her window door. Blearily, she looked down, seeing her fingernails crusted with blood. Eugh. The tapping became more insistent and she grumbled as she threw the comforter off her legs. She approached the window to see - an enormous black bird. It noticed her noticing, and began hopping across the window ledge.

She pushed the window open, and the bird came into her home in a flurry of feathers.

“Thank God! I was out there for ages, can’t believe how long it took you to wake up.”

She blinks. “You talk.”

“Sure do. Say, you got anything a bird could eat lying around? The trip really took it out of me, I’m starving.”

Wordlessly, she turned to her kitchen and began making breakfast for the two of them. “Hope you like blackberries. Got some from the neighbors.”

“That sounds perfect, thanks!”

Soon, the comforting, domestic sounds of the coffee maker and toaster filled the kitchen. She followed through her normal morning rhythm, pouring coffee and cream into her cup, spreading butter on toast, nothing as unusual as the chatty bird now sitting on her kitchen counter, pecking away at some berries.

“So,” she begins, once she’s halfway through her coffee mug, “to whom do I owe the pleasure?”

“Name’s Matthew,” the bird spoke from around a mouthful (beakful?) of berry.

“My boss sent me over. Said he’s had some problems with a girl who lives in this building, think her name is Stephanie?”

She started at that, stomach turning at the thought that her little helper could be in trouble. “What does your boss do? I can’t imagine Stephanie causing issues for anyone.”

“Well, it’s nothing she’s done when she’s awake.” She had nothing to say to that. “Look, it’s probably just easier if I let him explain. Really, he just sent me here to bring you over.”

“Over where?”

The bird swallowed one more berry, before dropping something down onto the counter. “Here, take this.”

She did. It was a small bag of sand. Unremarkable. “What am I supposed to do with this?”

“I’ll be honest, I’m not really sure how it works, but I bet if you pour it out and kind of…play around with it? It’ll work, I promise.”

Well. Stranger things had happened already this morning. Asking her to play around with some sand was hardly the most upsetting thing this bird could have done. So she did just that.

The sand was sand. Golden, soft. It made a warm shrrrring sound as she poured it out, not unlike the purring of a cat. As it fell, it did not touch the floor. The small pearls of sand floated up and around her, somehow multiplying into a silky cloud around her. It was not warm, it was not cold, and she did not feel herself leave the kitchen. She was simply there one moment, and the next she was tucked into a corner of a large, empty stone hallway.

“Matthew. Where are we?” But he was not there. Her questions fell into empty air. And it was very dark.

She peered out from the niche, seeing more empty space. Well. There was one door at the end of the hallway, cracked open. It seemed as good a place to head towards as any. So she did. The hallway spilled out into a larger room, still dark. The room had high windows, a long, twisting staircase, and was empty of furniture except for a tall, uncomfortable looking chair. No one else was there. It seemed to be night outside, wherever she was. Silvery moonlight filtered through the windows, casting the stone space in dreamy half-tones of gray and black.

“The saint returns.” Her eyes went wide, almost rolling in her skull trying to find the source of the voice. The same one from her dreams, before they slipped and turned bloody.

“You. Come out and see me.” From behind the chair stepped a man, tall and thin. He looked nothing like the strange black cat that had prowled in front of the fireplace, but the voice was unmistakable. “What do you want with me?”

“A little, forgotten saint,  born in the middle of nowhere, murdered in the middle of the street. Patron of young girls and locked doors and blood spilled by family.” Each word landed like a blow until she was pinned, rendered motionless by them. “I need your help.”

“Who’s asking? As far as I can tell, you aren’t one of my patrons.” No need to play coy here; he clearly knew who she was and what she did. “In fact, I’m not sure exactly who you are.”

“There is a girl in your care. I believe she has caught the unfortunate attention of one of my creations. She seems to be playing dual host to one of Lucifer’s as well.”

The twisting was back in her stomach at the mention of Stephanie. “If she was possessed by a demon, I’d know it.”

The man dipped his head. “Indeed. However, I fear the demon and my nightmare are…conspiring. Somehow intertwining in her to keep from drawing attention to one or the other in particular.”

She hmmd. “Your nightmare, huh? I suppose that makes you the king of dreams, then.”

“Correct.”

“So how is it that one of the Endless needs help from a nothing saint?” His eyes flashed at her questions. He seemed to be growing impatient. Good.

“As I said, the problem is not entirely my own. Lucifer and I are not on the best of terms, so I cannot ask them. She is already under your patronage.” She waited. Nothing. What was she expected to get out of this arrangement? In truth, helping Stephanie was enough for her, but she didn’t want him to know that. She would have helped Stephanie regardless, but the irritation she felt at his presence made her want to push his buttons. If she was going to help one of the world’s oldest beings, she was going to get something out of it. So she waited for an offer of something to sweeten the deal. And waited. And waited. There was no chance of her patience outlasting his. She caved. “If I help you, you call off whatever nightmare you’ve assigned to my nights.”

“Those are fair terms.”

She ground her teeth together, hoped he heard it, prayed the sound annoyed him. “It’s settled then. Where should I begin?”

“I will meet you in the waking world in two day’s time. We will watch the girl closely to determine how the demon and nightmare are working.” At this, he seemed to fade more into the nighttime of the room, blurring into the half-light that enveloped them.

“It’s a deal.”

“I will see you soon, little saint.”

The next two days passed uneventfully for the saint. Work went on as usual, nightmares passed as they always did, Stephanie sat in her corner and worked on her schoolwork. The little saint kept her eye on the girl, glancing sidelong at the shadows she cast. Since her meeting with the dream king, she had paid extra attention to any bumps she heard through her apartment building. She heard none, aside from the typical thumps and whines that come with living in close quarters. That back-of-the-neck, sixth sense feeling she had for Stephanie and her others didn’t flare up, either. It remained a steady hum of care directed to the girl. She felt nothing amiss, in her head or her heart. The week folded itself up nice and neat and as the next Friday arrived she found herself at the threshold of the New Inn. That man - Hob, he had introduced himself as - he owned this place, so she assumed he’d be here. He had invited her for something other than grabbing a round, but she had…no idea where he lived, so this seemed her best bet for meeting him. Besides, she could use a stiff drink. These past few days of constant surveillance had caused a headache to start thrumming at the base of her spine. She walked in, ordered, and curled herself into a corner to observe.

A few people caught her eye instantly. A young woman laughing at a larger table - she had a glimpse of her triple-locking her door at night. An older man sat across the room, mirroring the saint’s position, and she peered around his memories of blood splatter. And, of course, the thousand ghosts of girls who danced at the edge of every room, once vibrant and alive, now outgrown and buried. This place had more than its fair share of ghosts. Normally, she could feel only a handful, maybe more, if the place had been around long enough. But this place was absolutely packed to the gills, whispers and flashes of ephemera fading in and out of her vision. It was almost overwhelming, the amount of them. The drink was not helping her headache as much as she thought it would. She took another sip.

A figure carefully slid into the chair across from her. She jumped at the movement, only settling once she realized who it was: the stranger, Hob. “Hello,” his smile was bright as always. “You looked lonely over here. Thought you could maybe do with some light reading.”

Smiling despite herself, she answered: “You got me. I’m hoping I’ll be able to temper your disgust for Shakespeare, save your students from poor grades.” He chuckled. “Alright. Mind you, I’m not sure they’re worth any anticipation. Come on, it’s quieter upstairs.”  She was glad to leave the ghosts behind as they weaved their way through the crowd. Hob was stopped several times by apparent regulars and friends, always ready for a clap on the back and a kind word. She kept her eyes open as he greeted each of the patrons, sometimes finding things in the backs of their minds, sometimes not.

Following Hob up the stairs, her neck lit up in pain, bad enough that she felt the air rush out of her throat. This firebrand of hurt was usually reserved for the time at the edge of dreamland, when she lost herself in the past. It rarely came up when she was truly awake, only when a patron was praying with particular ferocity. She turned, thinking wildly that someone in the pub could have caused this. She saw nothing; just lamplight shadows dancing along the wall, and skipped a couple steps in a hurry to keep up with him.

When they reached the top of the stairs, she was greeted by a charming living room, stuffed to the brim with odds and ends. Bookshelves lined the walls, tables overflowed with trinkets and mugs, and a desk along one side was covered in papers. That’d be the essays, she assumed. Then -

The question arose in her mind of what, exactly, he had brought her up here for. There was the obvious answer that yes, he had actually brought her to look at essays and grade them, maybe share a drink or some food, like friends do. But there was also the potential for something…else. She eyed the back of Hob’s head as he rummaged in the fridge (she was right about the drinks, at least). He didn’t seem the type to try anything, so to speak, and he was frighteningly open. If he had wanted anything more than a friendly visit, he would have made it more obvious. He seemed good enough, but they all had, in the beginning.

Even James had gotten her alone somehow.

Remembering James curled her stomach inwards. She scratched at her neck, the pain from before now dialed back to simple discomfort. As Hob turned back around with two bottles in his hand, she wondered again at the source of that pain. As far as she knew, very few people could bring back the sensation of being beheaded. The only times she ever really relived it were - ah. In her dreams. Well, that answered that, she supposed. Now the question was where that dreadful little king was hiding.

“Hope you don’t mind ciders, they’re all I’ve got left in the fridge. Not too bad, these.” He popped the caps off before sliding one across to Catherine. Taking a sip, she wandered over to his desk. It wasn’t that she was opposed to the idea of being, ah, intimate with this man - he was handsome and sweet, anything anyone could want. Really, it was just her own hang ups keeping her curled up inward. Coupled with the intensity the dream king had towards Hob, she figured it was better to stay away from that whole mess. She recognized knotted-up relationships, faced plenty of them in her time. Little patrons sometimes prayed to her to help unravel them, though hers were more the type to bite than puzzle something out.

So, she decided to keep him at a bit of a distance. “These the essays?” She thumbed through them. Beautifully formatted stacks of 12-point times new Roman stared back at her.

“The very same.” He popped the caps off the bottles and slid one over to her with practiced ease. .She decided to make herself a little comfortable, resuming her curled-up position on a corner of the couch. She pulled one of the essays towards her, this one entitled Heaven Will Direct It: An Analysis of Catholic and Protestant Tensions in Hamlet. She snorted. Whoever was pulling the strings upstairs had a real sense of humor.

“Knew you’d head for that pile,” Hob mused, seated to her side. “I sorted all the Hamlet ones out for you to tackle first.”

“I appreciate it,” she plucked a red ballpoint from the mess on the coffee table.

“I don’t know how much help I’d be analyzing Midsummer.” Hob snorted at that before mirroring her pose, pen in hand. The two of them sat in mutual quiet, broken only by the noise from the bar downstairs and the scratch of their pens.

Until the cat started pawing at the door.

Hob heard it before she did, a quiet but insistent scrabbling at the wooden frame that led downstairs. She turned from her seventh annotation about proper citation to see Hob with his brows furrowed, looking around for the source of the sound. He hauled himself off the couch and made for the door. As he pulled it open, a dark shape darted around his legs and came to rest on the coffee table. The cat she knew to be the dream-king placed itself squarely on the paper she was editing, eyes trained steady on her. That was when she remembered-

Two days' time. I will meet you.

Shit.

She swore the cat’s expression was smug as she scrambled to gather her things. “This another one of yours?” Hob came to stand by the couch, eyeballing the cat as it sat unmoving.

“Sort of,” she replied, trying to figure out how to exit without being rude. She liked Hob, despite herself, and wanted to hold on to whatever little friendship they seemed to have struck up. “It’s a long story. Promise I’ll tell you next time, I’ve got to go.”

His expression was mildly confused, but he didn’t push the issue as she scrambled out the door and down the stairs. The cat followed her all the way to her apartment, infuriatingly even-paced.

“What did you find out that was so important you had to pull me out of a perfectly nice night out?” She grumbled as she pushed the door to her apartment open. She didn’t truly expect a response, but when a deep voice replied from a corner of her kitchen, she steeled herself against flinching.

“I have discovered which of my nightmares is haunting your patron.”

“Oh yeah?” The drinks were speaking through her. She felt loose-limbed and open in a way she wasn’t around anyone, not really. This nauseating little man already knew all about her, how could she get herself into trouble talking to him?

“His name is the Corinthian,” his eyes followed her around the kitchen as she made herself toast. “He is one of my more…volatile creations, prone to scheming.”

“What’s his provenance?” She asked through a mouthful of bread. “Teeth falling out? Failing a test? Running away from something scary?”

The dream-king scoffed. “A nightmare so simple could hardly pull the kind of tricks he has been up to.”

“He’s one of the big, scary ones, then,” she nodded around the last bit of her toast.

“I have completed my part of our arrangement while it seems you have done little to uphold yours.” His tone, if possible, grew icier.

“Tragically, I’ve been busy the last couple days. Besides, I still can’t sense any demon inside Stephanie.”

“Perhaps you are not listening closely enough.”

Her hackles raised at that. “Mind your own business. Who am I to listen to a king who can’t even control his own subjects?”

His eyes flashed, crackling with light. “Watch your tone. I do not need your help, I have simply asked for it. It is nothing to me what happens to that girl after my creation is removed.”

“Of course you don’t care,” she snarked right back. “All you gods care about is you and yours, and the pool of counts as yours grows smaller every day.” He regarded her with faint disinterest across the kitchen island. “I will be back to meet you next week. Please have something tangible to report to me by then.”

“I won’t be reporting anything to you, you stuck up fucking–” she ws cut off as he vanished, seeming to melt into the shadows.

What use was there arguing, really. Gods didn’t care for those below them, not really. The hollow feeling that began in her chest stayed until she eventually drifted off, sleep fretful but dreamless.

#sandman fic #morpheus x original character #morpheus x oc #hob gadling x original character #hob gadling x oc #aleks.docx #i proofread this one very briefly let me know if there are...flaws #but yes! im happy with it lets get this plot moving and grooving #EDIT: updated to be twice the length and half the quality #is anyone enjoying this but me? who cares