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See Me - Eddie Roundtree x FReader

Summary: You had spent your whole life trying to prove yourself, to be seen. Living in the shadows of your brothers was exhausting, but you fought to make a name for yourself. So, how could not fall for the only person who saw you no matter what?

You had always been Billy and Graham’s little sister to everyone. It didn’t even make sense because you and Graham were twins, but you were still always considered to just be somebody’s something. You were never known as just you.

When you were a kid, you were mildly annoyed by your afterthought status, but you expected the feeling to fade with age. It didn’t. It was only made worse when The Dunne Brothers formed.

Did Billy and Graham ever ask their own sister if she wanted to join the band? Of course not. You didn’t play any instruments, but you had talked about wanting to learn before. It kind of hurt how little attention they paid to you.

Instead of let it drive you crazy, you decided to use it. You were going to make them see you, and then maybe it would feel like they gave a shit. You were even lucky enough to have the perfect opportunity open up.

You could tell Chuck was flaking. He wasn’t serious about the band like the others. So, you took up bass guitar in secret. You were earning your spot in the band once he left, because you could very obviously tell he was leaving.

Sure enough, right before the band was leaving for LA, Chuck told them he was done. You walked out in the driveway to find the remaining band members looking absolutely pissed. 

“What’s going on?” You put a hand on Graham’s shoulder to catch his attention. 

Billy beat him to an answer. “Chuck quit. Now we’re out a bass player.” 

“The fuck are we going to do, man?” Graham looked over at him. 

“I don’t know, Eddie can switch to bass for us.” Billy spat out.

You glanced over in time to see a flash of anger in Eddie’s eyes. He didn’t want that, and frankly, neither did you.

It was now or never. “Let me do it.” 

“You play, little Dunne?” Warren asked. 

“Yes,” You assured him at the same time Billy and Graham let out a sure “no”. 

Your brothers turned to you in surprise the second the words left your mouth. 

“Since when do you play?” Graham gave you a suspicious look.

“Long enough to be better than Chuck.” You folded your arms and looked between him and Billy sternly. “Will you give me a chance to prove it?”

Everyone turned to Billy as he turned to you.

“Fine, yeah, let’s hear what you got.” 

You played one song for them and the vote to let you in was unanimous. 

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There was nothing quite as exciting as the feeling when you all arrived in LA. The night after you arrived, you all partied hard. Sure, you all didn’t know what you were doing or how you were going to make it, but you took a huge leap and that called for celebration in your eyes.

“Hey, I never got to thank you.” Eddie handed you a beer as he took the seat next to yours.

You thanked him and took a swig. “Thanked me for what?” 

“You saved my ass before we left. I like where I am, I never wanted to be a bass player. Besides, you’re way better at it than I am. You could kick anyone’s ass at bass.” 

You chuckled at him. “Well, I don’t know about that.”

“No, I’m serious. We should’ve kicked Chuck out when he started skipping practices ages ago.” 

A genuine smile grew on your face. No one has ever complimented you this much before. Especially not someone you barely knew. Eddie hung out with Graham, the most you’d really talked was small conversations in passing.

“Thanks, Eddie. I really appreciate that.” 

He gave you a smile in return and you felt a flutter, an honest-to-God, romance movie flutter. That was not good. You couldn’t fall for someone in the band, things would blow up if it didn’t work out. 

You excused yourself and went to find Camila. She might’ve been Billy’s girlfriend, but she had quickly become your best friend. 

“Hey Cam, come get another drink with me?” You put a hand on her arm.

She turned to you and nodded. “Yeah, sure.” You led her back inside and went immediately to the fridge. “More beer or should we open a bottle of wine? Fair warning, it’s super cheap and super shitty, but it’ll do the trick.”

“How about you tell me what happened with Eddie out there first?” She gave you a sly look.

You closed the fridge and whirled around. “What? Nothing happened!”

“Oh there was definitely a moment. I saw some looks over there.” She poked you. 

“He was just being nice about me joining the band. That’s it. Nothing more.” You held up your hands defensively. 

“Why not? Eddie’s a good guy.”

“I just got in the band, I’m not complicating things with that. Besides, we’ve barely ever talked before. I don’t even think you could call us friends yet. The most important thing right now is figuring out how to actually get famous out here.” 

Camila considered your words for a second and shrugged. “I guess you have a point there. And I wouldn’t worry about you all making it, I have faith in this.” She looped an arm through yours. “Now, let’s go get drunk off our asses on this cheap wine.”

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After that night, you found yourself acutely aware of everything Eddie did and it frustrated you to no end. Every time he glanced at you in practice, every compliment he gave you, every little gesture he did. The last thing you wanted to do was develop feelings for Eddie, but it looked like it was maybe too late for that.

Y/N: To make matters worse, Camila had definitely not done what I asked and liked to play the subtle matchmaker. She thought I didn’t notice, but she was pretty obvious about it. 

Camila: So maybe I tried to get them together, is that so bad? Y/N was skeptical, but I knew it wouldn’t blow up like she thought. Besides, I’ve known them almost my entire life, and they deserve to be happy. 

“Hey, would you mind grabbing some ice from the kitchen?” Camila called out as she arranged some plates of food on the table. 

It was Julia’s first birthday, and you and Cam decided to plan a little gathering for it. Just the band was there, it wasn’t anything huge. 

“Yeah, of course.” You dusted off your hands as you finished setting up a folding table. 

“Great! Eddie, go help her.” 

You didn’t even have time to shoot Camila a glare before he nodded and started toward you. Instead you mouthed not funny at her as soon as Eddie couldn’t see. She gave you a smug grin and mouthed you’re welcome. 

You followed Eddie into the kitchen, nervousness faintly tingling in your veins. This man had entirely too much power over you. You had tried everything to get him off your mind, and it would work for a little, but then he would tell you he liked that little riff you threw into that song or he’d bring you your favorite drink after you and Billy had an argument over some stupid thing at the studio and you would turn all mushy again. You had come to realize that he understood what it felt like to be overlooked and maybe that was why you felt a weird connection with him. 

“You seen the cooler?” Eddie asked, bringing your attention back to the moment. 

You glanced around. “Yeah, it’s up there on top of the fridge. One second.”

As you stood on your tiptoes to reach for the cooler, you were realizing that you weren’t going to be able to reach it. Then you felt the ghost of warmth behind you. 

“Here, I can help with that.” Eddie’s smooth voice murmured above you. 

Instantly, you felt your face flame. God, you hadn’t behaved like this since you were thirteen. It was more than a little embarrassing and you sure as hell weren’t about to let him see you like that. As soon as Eddie snatched the cooler and stepped away, you put distance between the two of you. 

“I’m going to go see if Cam needs any more help, you got this from here?” You blurted as you made for the back door. 

“Wait!” Eddie grabbed your wrist gently. You flinched out of surprise, but he immediately dropped your hand. “Sorry, sorry, I just wanted to talk.”

“No, it’s fine, uh, what’s up?” You put on an entirely forced smile. 

Eddie folded his arms and gave you an earnest look. “Did I do something?”

“No,” your brows furrowed. “Why?”

“You avoid me all the time. I don’t know if I pissed you off at some point, but you act like I’ve got the fucking plague or like you want nothing to do with me.”

It stung a little bit. He seemed genuinely hurt, and you never wanted to do that. “No! It’s not you, Eddie. You haven’t done anything wrong, I swear.”

“Then what’s wrong? It’s bad enough being in a band with one Dunne that can’t stand me, I don’t know if I can handle two Dunnes acting like that.” Eddie threw his hands up in frustration. 

You closed your eyes and sighed. “Eddie, I promise I don’t have a problem with you.”

He took a step closer to you. “Then why do you act like you do?”

His tone was becoming more and more irritated, and the insistence was starting to annoy you too. He was going to make you say it, wasn’t he? But honestly, maybe you should’ve just told him. It had been well over a year of pining. If continuing to act like this was going to cause a fight, maybe it would be less chaotic to tell him and see what happens. Things couldn’t keep going the way they were, regardless. 

“You really want to know why?” 

He nodded. “Please.”

You took a breath and looked him directly in the eyes. “I like you, okay? And I don’t want to like you because liking people in your band doesn’t usually work out well, but it’s been too fucking long and I can’t stop feeling like this so I avoid you.”

Eddie let out a dark chuckle. “That’s it? You’ve been ignoring me all this time because you like me?”

“Yeah, I have. And don’t act like that’s so wild. My reasons make sense. It’s not stupid.” You practically spat the words. 

There were lots of ways you had envisioned this possibly going, but you never thought he’d be this angry. You didn’t think he’d be angry at all. Awkward maybe, but not pissed. 

“It is stupid, actually.” 

Your head snapped toward him. “I’m sorry, what?”

Eddie stepped closer again. “I said that’s actually pretty fucking stupid.”

“Eddie, I swear to God, if you-”

Eddie crashed his lips against yours before you could say another word. Your shock wore off after a moment and you were able to kiss him back like you’d wanted to for so long. The two of you broke apart after what felt like a small eternity, panting and grinning.

“Graham owes me $20.” Warren chuckled from the doorway. 

Both of you jumped apart and were met with Warren’s pleased face. 

“How long have been there, Warren?” You stammered.

“Long enough, Little Dunne. Long enough.” 

You pointed a finger at him. “Keep it to yourself, or you lose nickname privileges.”

“We already know!” A voice called from outside. Karen. 

You rolled your eyes. You kind of hated your friends sometimes, but you also kind of loved the infuriating little shits. 

“Whatever, let’s just get the ice back out there.” You shook your head with a laugh.

Eddie grabbed the cooler with one hand and your hand with the other, and you had to admit, you felt way less scared of the possibility of dating a bandmate. 

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Y/N and Eddie Roundtree got married a year after Daisy Jones and The Six broke up. They currently work together producing music and are still located in LA. Their daughter and son already have a huge love of music, and are rumored to be starting a band of their own.

#eddie roundtree #eddie roundtree x y/n #eddie roundtree x reader #eddie roundtree fanfic #daisy jones fanfic #daisy jones fanfiction #daisy jones and the six #graham dunne #billy dunne #camila dunne #warren rojas #daisy jones #karen sirko

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random redacted audio headcanons

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; lasko is a mint chocolate chip ice cream enjoyer (and constantly fights damien over the flavor being good)

; morgan kyne listens to the magnus archives. argue w the wall

; geordi got diagnosed with autism in his very early twenties

; asher was a vine kid. he did cry when the app was shut down, and does regularly watch vine comps on youtube

; guy, elliott and geordi went to high school together and were that one trio of friends that always hung out together. guy and geordi met in elementary school, then when elliott and aaron moved to their area, they met the two of them in high school. elliott introduced sunshine to the group after they got close and they fit right into the dynamic

; guy and angel are twins. they're also the middle children in a huge ass family

; sam has a favorite scar of darlin's (it was one on their hip but is now the scar of his fangs on their inner thigh)

; vincent likes to do the gomez addams hand-arm-neck-lips kiss thing to lovely

; everyone in the D.A.M.N. crew shares vocal stims. gavin had no idea what was happening the first time this occurred, but after a while he adopted them as well

; huxley is a proud white chocolate hater and will fight anyone who says it is chocolate

; blake has an eyebrow piercing only because bestie said he would look good with one (and somehow it hasnt started rejecting yet. lucky bastard)

; freelancer has nicknames for all of the D.A.M.N. crew boys

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THIS TOOK SO LONG PLEASE APPRECIATE THE COLORS AND MY IDEAS

#GOD THOSE GRADIENT TEXTS WERE SO HARD TO DO #shoutout to gradient-text theyre incredible #these are subject to change as i see fit (esp lovely's) but i like how they turned out :] #dog.txt #redactedverse #redacted audio #redacted headcanons #lasko #damien #morgan #geordi #guy #elliott #sunshine #angel #sam collins #darlin #vincent #lovely #damn crew #huxley #blake #bestie #freelancer

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Andromeda and Perseus: Destined

Chapter 2: It’s the Sorting Hat, Duh

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This chapter we will finally reintroduce our infamous Perseus, Theodore Nott! So excited, please grab some popcorn and relax as we delve in the magical world of Hogwarts…

Also, to anyone who is deterred from reading this because the mother and the father of the twins are not people of color, please don't feel so. I personally headcanon, since Voldemort is "all-powerful", it means that his children can have a different skin color than his and Bellatrix's. I will always make this an all-inclusive story for any race and religion that happens to come across the story. Of course, wizarding customs are to be added.

So please read whether you are American, Ukrainian, Indian, Korean, or whatever ethnicity. I will NEVER discriminate, and if you EVER feel my writing isn't as inclusive as it could be, PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE reach out to me.

I love you ALL💚💜

The Hogwarts Express September 1, 1991

At the sound of his name, the brown-haired boy turned around, spotting his best friend sprinting at him.

“Umph!” 

Right after he turned, Theo was instantly met with his best friend smashing into him with a bone-crushing hug. The Nott boy immediately smiled widely and returned the hug with the same ferocity.

“Y/N/N! I missed you!” at his words, the younger Riddle twin nuzzled her head into the boy’s neck. “I missed you too, Teddy.”

Y/N pulled back from Theo’s neck, “Matty and Draco are getting a compartment right now… Or, at least I think they are. I just kinda,” The girl did a little wooshing gesture with her hands, “y’know.” The girl laughed a little.

Theo returned the small laugh with a grin, “I know, I kinda felt it.”

“Shut up, you love me,” Y/N said, “C’mon, let’s go find Matty and Draco. They're back there somewhere.”

The girl smiled and took the boy's hand, tugging and running through the front of the train. Their mixed giggles filled the train’s corridors as students of all ages flooded in, the two having to zig-zag between them. The two finally stopped as they finally saw the older Riddle twin and the blond-haired diva in a compartment… filled with three other people?

The best friends looked to each other in confusion. The boy decided to pipe up first, “Who are they?”

The girl looked to him, stating in a monotonous voice, “I have no bloody idea.”

The two looked to each other and nodded, the girl reached for the compartment door and pulled it open. They both walked in and sat next to each other where Draco and Mattheo were sitting. 

“There you two are! We were about to send a search party for you,” Y/N and Theo looked to Draco as he yelled as loud as possible.

“Yes, thank you for splitting my eardrum, Draco. Really appreciate it,” as Y/N sassed Draco she looked to the three faces that were there with them.

Upon further inspection, Y/N and Theo realized they did know them. The one with the brown floppy hair with an enigmatic smile was Lorenzo Berkshire–most commonly known as Enzo–he was Draco’s fourth cousin twice removed, or something of the sort. They weren’t really sure. The girl with a short, brown bob was Pansy Parkinson (Y/N knew her from some of the many soul-crushing gala’s she was forced to attend. She hung out with her when her brother, “cousin”, or best friend were nowhere to be found). The third and second boy was Blaise Zabini. Theo also knew him from one of the gala’s he was forced to attend, his father had introduced him to the Contessa Zabini and her son, Blaise. They had bonded over the fact they both had dead parents, dark but a topic of which they had bonded nonetheless. 

Y/N and Pansy smiled to each other in greeting. “Y/N, I don’t think you understand the severity of the situation Mattheo and I were in thinking you and Theo disappeared. Taking so long, almost giving me a heart attack I tell you,” the bleach-blond boy dramatically shouts, waving his hands about.

Enzo scoffs and faces his cousin, “Sure, Draco. Whatever you say… Anyway, “ he turns towards Theo and Y/N, “Hello, you two. Wonderful to see you two again. Haven’t seen you since the last excruciating gala we attended. Pansy was riveting about seeing you again, Y/N. Something about girl talk? If that makes any sense.”

Pansy and Y/N look to each other and giggle, knowing exactly what the floppy-haired boy meant. “Sweet, sweet, Enzo. You have no idea what it is I was talking about. Let’s keep it that way,” as the Parkinson girl said her piece she turned to the two who had most recently joined them, “Y/N, Theo, wonderful to see you two again. Are you two excited to finally attend Hogwarts? You know I’ve been reading Hogwarts: A-”

“A History! Me too! I’ve been trying to explain to these two wankers all summer how it’s actually important to read up on this stuff! You and Theo seem to be the only ones to actually appreciate the expansive history of Hogwarts!”

Mattheo groans, “Great! Now we have three nerds who’ll be bothering us our entire academic career at Hogwarts about useless knowledge! Just bloody brilliant!”

At Mattheo’s words, the smallest boy of the group raises his hand and speaks with a voice just as timid as Theo’s, “Four, actually. You, Draco, and Enzo seem to be the only ones who don’t seem to understand.”

“Oh, please, Zabini. We understand just fine, we just don’t flaunt it about at every second.”

At Enzo’s words, Blaise raises his eyebrow, “Is that so, Berkshire? Tell me, then, what is Hogwarts’ school motto?”

“Um… Rise up? The hell I know,” Enzo turns to Draco and Mattheo, “You two know?”

Draco shrugs, “Don’t look at us, mate. We haven’t got a clue.”

“See? Point. Proven. You three know,” the small Zabini boy questioned the three who actually bothered to actually care. The three stated in perfect unison, looking straight at the three boneheads, “Draco dormiens nunquam titillandus.”

Mattheo stares at his sister, “You three are extremely creepy, I hope you know that.”

The three–still staring at them–say, “We know.”

Blaise smirks, while the trio of boys shudders at the utter creepiness of the the three.

As the group all stared at each other, they burst out laughing, not being able to keep each other seriously. For the next few hours, the seven eleven-year-olds talked nonsense. To say that these seven kids would be close friends by the end of the year would be an understatement. 

Eventually, they all simultaneously decided to take a nap. Y/N, of course, fell asleep against Theo’s shoulder while everyone else was sprawled out throughout the compartment. Theo smiled down at his girl, how peaceful she was while she slept, even if she did start drooling against his sweatshirt. In all honesty, the Nott boy would allow his Andromeda to ruin his favorite sweater a hundred times over if it would get her to smile.

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A couple of hours later, the group was up again (though, only waking up due to Draco’s incessant whining about being alone when he woke up). Currently, they were all asking each other about what house they wanted to be in.

“Well, that’s an obvious answer: Slytherin. Duh. A Malfoy ends up in Slytherin.”

Theo snorts, and says in his quiet voice, “Oh yeah? Imagine you’re the first Malfoy to end up in Hufflepuff? I’d pay a hundred galleons to see that.”

Everyone laughs and Mattheo goes next, “Well, us Blacks always end up in Slytherin,” he points to his sister before she can say anything, “I know, cousin Sirius was a Gryffindor, but other than him; all Slytherin’s.”

Oh, did I not mention that the Malfoy’s thought that having the last name Riddle would be too startling to have at Hogwarts? No? Damn, well, the Malfoy’s thought that the twins should go by their mother’s maiden name, Black to “blend in” more. Sure, as if it isn’t noticeable that two members of the Noble House of Black showed up the same year as the infamous Harry Potter. Oh well. 

“Well, maybe Y/N/N will be the second Black to break the tradition. I swear, all those books,” Mattheo’s joke made his twin swat him on the back of the head. “Haha, very funny Mattheo. We’re almost there anyway, we should go get changed. Pansy?” At the younger twins’ statement, they all gathered their Hogwarts robes and left to put them on.

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Thirty goes by and everyone is dressed in their plain robes. As the Hogwarts Express slows, a voice rings throughout the train: “We will be reaching Hogwarts in five minutes’ time. Please leave your luggage on the train, it will be taken to the school separately.”

A chorus of “cool” leaves the group as the words reverberate. Y/N smiles at Theo and takes his hand, “You ready?”

“Always, principessa.”

The group starts filing off the train and they hear a West Country accent fill the cool air, “Firs’ years! Firs’ years over here! Firs’ years!” 

The group follows the voice to the Black Lake full of tiny boats with even tinier lamps. “No more’n four to a boat!” the voice booms out again.

Mattheo turns to his sister, “We’ll meet you at the castle, okay? Stick with Theo while we’re gone, okay? Malfoy, Zabini, Berkshire, ‘n I are gonna go with Rosier. We’ll see when we get there,” the boy turns to Theo, “Keep an eye on her, okay?”

The Nott boy nods to Mattheo, “Yeah, see you later. We’ll go with Parkinson, I’m sure we’ll find someone else.” Mattheo nods to Theo and heads off with the other three boys as Pansy joins the two again. 

“I found one, just over there,” Y/N and Theo agree and walk with Pansy to a boat with a frizzy-haired girl with buck teeth.

Y/N recognizes her as the girl who was asking around if anyone had seen a Toad anywhere, “You’re the girl who was looking for the toad, right? I’m Y/N Black,” Y/N turns to her right, “this is Theodore Nott,” she turns to her left, “and Pansy Parkinson.”

The girl puts out her hand for a handshake, “Yes. Hermione Granger, pleasure.”

Theo and Pansy say hello and the four of them sit down. The loud voice of the half-giant calls out again, “Everyone in? Right then -- FORWARD!”

As the large group of excited first-years, all started to sail across the smooth waters of the Black Lake, everyone was silent; in awe. As they reached closer to the castle, they reached a cliff and the voice boomed again, “Heads down!” Once through the dark cave, they reached a dark dock where they climbed out of the boats onto dark rocks.

Theo helped Pansy, Y/N, and the now-known Hermione out of the boat. Once on solid land, Hermione went her own way as the other three went to find Mattheo, Enzo, Blaise, and Draco. While walking, Y/N asks, “Amazing, isn’t it? All of this under Hogwarts, I mean.”

Pansy answered unenthusiastically, “I guess, I mean it’s just a bunch of rocks. Nothing especially special.” Whereas Theo encouraged Y/N’s statement, nudging her shoulder with his, “I think it’s pretty amazing.” Y/N smiles and looks to him with a glint in her eyes, Theo uncertain of what it is.

“Oy! You three!” 

At the agitatedingly high voice of Draco Malfoy, the three turn to the other four and rush towards them. Thought we lost you, again,” Mattheo voices over the other first years giggly excitement.

Pansy snorts, “You mean, lose them again.”

As the Parkinson girl’s statement is finished, Hagrid calls to the incoming students, “Everyone here? You there, still got yer toad?”

At his ending remarks, Hagrid raised his fist and knocked three times on the big castle door.

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The door swung open and a tall, slim, graying witch in emerald robes stood there. A stern-looking gaze scanned the crowd of new students.

“The firs’ years, Professor McGonagall,” the half-giant said.

The professor smiled tightly, “Thank you, Hagrid. I will take them from here.”

She opens the wide door all the way, showing the first years an expansive entrance hall. Enchanted paintings of old were hung. Torches lit up the stone walls that held the paintings, the ceiling was probably the tallest ceiling any of the children had ever seen, a marble staircase ascending to the upper floors.

The Core Four looked to each other in amusement as they joined each other with the rest of the seven. Y/N looked at each and every painting, analyzing, taking mental notes. Then, she spotted a painting of a woman with wonderfully long hair, curls encircling her long face that ran around a vast field of Aster and Baby’s Breath, twirling around with a book in hand, eventually falling into the flowers. At this painting, Y/N feels a connection with it, an unexplainable. She pokes her curly-haired best friend points to it and whispers, “That’s the painting. That’s the painting I feel. I can’t explain it, but I can feel it.”

Theo smiles at her, “I know… Let’s go catch up.”

As they catch up with the other five, McGonagall comes to a stop, “Welcome to Hogwarts,” says the professor. “The start-of-term banquet will begin shortly, but before you take your seats in the Great Hall, you will be sorted into your houses. The Sorting is a very important ceremony because, while you are here, your house will be like your family within Hogwarts. You will have classes with the rest of your house, sleep in your house dormitory, and spend free time in your house common room.

“The four houses are called Gryffindor,” Mattheo makes a gagging face causing Y/N to silently giggle at her brother, “...Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin.” Draco and Mattheo fist-bump one another. “Each house has its own noble history and each has produced outstanding witches and wizards. While you are at Hogwarts, your triumphs will earn your house points, while any rulebreaking will lose house points. At the end of the year, the house with the most points is awarded the house cup, a great honor. I hope each of you will be a credit to whichever house becomes yours. 

“The Sorting Ceremony will take place in a few minutes in front of the rest of the school. I suggest you all smarten yourselves up as much as you can while you are waiting.”

The last statement clearly directed to a boy with brown hair whose cloak was all twisted and a boy with fiery red hair that had a smudge on his nose.

Once McGonnagal leaves, Y/N turns to Theo, “Exciting, isn’t it? I can’t wait, but I’m nervous at the same time. What do you think?”

“I think, that everything will be just fine, Y/N/N. Pinky promise,” Theo holds out his pinky to the girl. Y/N hooks her pinky with his, “Pinky promise.”

Draco nudges the twins and Theo, “Look. Right there. That’s Harry Potter. I think I’m going to go introduce myself.”

“Draco, don’t go making an arse of yourself, okay? Really don’t need it right now.”

“Now, Mattheo, when do I ever make an arse of myself? I’m off.”

As Draco takes two sauntering steps towards the Boy Who Lived and the boy with fiery red hair, “It’s true then, what they’re saying on the train. Harry Potter has come to Hogwarts.” Y/N facepalms, shakes her head, and thinks, already off to a bad start. Hushed whispers of “Harry Potter” resonate through the hall. “This is Mattheo, Theodore, and Y/N. And I’m Malfoy. Draco Malfoy.” The red-haired boy snickers at the blond’s name, Y/N sends him a glare while Draco continues, “Think my name’s funny, do you? I’ve no need to ask yours. Red hair, and a hand-me-down robe? You must be a Weasley. You’ll soon find that some wizarding families are better than others, Potter.” At this, Y/N decides to quietly intervene, whispering into her “cousin’s” ear, “I think that’s enough, Draco.” However, the Malfoy boy continues, “You don’t want to go making friends with the wrong sort. I can help you there.” As he finishes his mini-monologue, Draco sticks out his hand. This time Y/N whispers more assertively, “I’m serious, Draco.”

Harry looks at the blond’s hand skeptically and sassily says, “I think I can tell the wrong sort for myself, thanks.” 

At Potter’s words, Draco scoffs and walks back to the rest of the group, Mattheo following him as Y/N stays back and tells Theo she’ll be over quickly. “Sorry about him, he doesn’t usually do that. See you around.” Potter and Weasley shoot the girl a quick “see ya” as she walks back with Theo to the group.

“Told ya not to make an arse of yourself, and what did you do,” Mattheo questions Draco in an accusatory manner.

Draco scoffs, “Not my fault, the wanker was being a prat.”

The rest of the group roll their eyes at the boy. “Seriously, Malfoy, that was pathetic. Even I saw it,” at Theodore’s words, Y/N nods and the rest of the seven–save for Draco–nod and send a chorus of agreement.

The group goes silent as the Great Hall door opens and McGonagall steps through, “We’re ready for you. Follow me.”

As the first years step through the threshold, they’re in awe of the size of the room and the ceiling. Y/N turns to Theo, “The ceiling is enchanted to change according to the overall mood of the student body at any given time. Right now it’s cloudy, so everyone’s mostly anxious or thinking hard.”

The looks in curiosity at the girl, “Really?”

“Mhmm.”

A loud voice cuts through the noise of the students, “What’s that?”

The boy whose loud voice ruminated from was pointing towards a frayed, dirty, and patched hat. That hat would certainly be thrown out the second Aunt Cissy saw that thing in the Manor, thought Y/N. Another loud voice snapped her out of her thoughts, this time from the bushy-haired girl, Hermione, Y/N, Theo, and Pansy had met, 

“It’s the Sorting Hat, duh.”

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heyyyy hope it makes sense when i explain for tan x reader. So reader and twins work together sometimes so are kind of friends in the field and she gets on really well with lemon and with tan too but they bicker a lot sometimes. Basically there is this get together thingy for ther organization or smth and lemon is quite sociable and talks with alot of people and tan is kinda quiet so is kinda bored when it comes to these things since lemon is just chatting to anyone so when reader and ladybug (cuz they're kinda work buddies) arrive to the party and reader sees tan just standing by himself she goes over to him and they just end up chatting and having a laugh (maybe a bit drunk) the whole night and lemon and ladybug are just laughing when its time to go and they are both getting along better than anyone thought possible. Its kinda detailed but i hope it makes sense :)))

hey!! ahh this is a good idea! and it made perfect sense to help me outline what to write, thank u!

new friends, new love || tangerine

tangerine x f!reader

warnings: mentions of injuries , language, normal ole' bullet train stuff

word count: 1.3k+ ; fluff

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a/n: this is kinda dialogue heavy which normally isn't my style so eek i hope that's okay

"play nice," you hissed, "you still aren't in their good graces. you're lucky i'm friends with them so they didn't hunt you down after japan."

ladybug groaned at the force of your finger pointed in his chest, "yeah yeah," he dismissed you.

with that, you rolled your eyes and entered the building. it was a private event, a get-together really, thrown by the organizations that hire you out for contract jobs. a chance to network and meet some faces that you may not have seen in a while.

"there they are!" a voice yelled startling you and ladybug. coming at you was lemon with a wide grin on his face. he pivoted around and threw his arms over yours and ladybug's shoulders.

"always a pleasure, my dear," he said to you before turning to ladybug, "and i still want to rip your fuckin' head off, mate."

ladybug smiled sheepishly at lemon who then released you both from his grip. you diverted your attention to looking around the room. it was well-decorated and dimly lit. there was waitstaff walking around and offering refills on drinks. towards the bar was a long table piled with hors d'oeuvres. bosses you have had were chatting amongst themselves cracking jokes with one another.

and then there was tangerine. he had one foot propped up, leaning onto the high-top table. his thumb and middle finger holding onto the whiskey glass. he was far away from anyone else at the event and you could see he was scanning the room watching everyone interact with one another. his white button-down shirt and gold necklace hung low near the table with his hair free of any gel. when he made eye contact with you and found your feet carrying you to him.

"hiding out?" you teased.

tangerine tilted his head to the side at you. his eyes squinting just a bit with a charming smirk on his face, "caught me."

"i really don't remember johannesburg!" lemon belly laughed.

"well i sure do!" ladybug exasperated throwing his arms to the side, the drink in his glass spilt on his hand.

"oh! and then you almost killed my brother! so, seems like we are a bit even," lemon announced.

"will you always hold that over my head?"

"yes."

"oh god. if i didn't intervene on the bullet train i think we all would've died before the crash," you grumbled, remembering how much of an idiot ladybug had been to tangerine and lemon.

"yeah your little friend is lucky you had his back or there'd be a bullet between his eyes," tangerine replied, twirling the liquid in his glass.

"would you have done the same to me?" you asked and although you meant to sound joking it came out far more serious than you anticipated.

tangerine sucked the brown liquor between his teeth, "i'd never do anything to hurt you. i'd hurt myself before i'd hurt you."

lemon and ladybug barely took a breath since they started chatting and any poor soul that walked past them was sucked into some nonsensical conversation, trapping them for at least fifteen minutes. these guys could talk and talk and truthfully it was impressive.

"ha! who knew tangerine had a soft spot?" ladybug laughed, nodding his chin over to the wall you and tangerine were occupying.

lemon chuckled through his nose, a small smirk appearing on his face, "only for her."

ladybug harshly grabbed carver, who was now standing next to them, on the shoulder and shook him slightly, "thanks for bailing on kyoto so the lovebirds over there could meet. it's kinda like i'm cupid, right? i brought her with me on the mission and now she found love! i should journal about this."

ladybug continued to talk about how journaling has helped his inner peace and how his therapist thought his progress was improving rapidly so their sessions should be more spread out. though lemon was listening and throwing in the occasional 'yeah' or 'really?', his eyes were trained on tangerine who was fully engaged in the conversation with you. he found it amusing. only hours earlier tangerine had been whining and complaining about having to go and how he hated socializing. lemon drew his attention away as tangerine grabbed your arm.

"jesus, this is a bad cut," tangerine said in disbelief looking at a deep cut with angry scar tissue, "where are the people that did this to you?"

with a devilish grin you leaned towards his face, "six feet under."

tangerine sucked his cheeks in, lips pouted slightly. he was amused. the glint in your eyes as you refused to look away from him almost became unbearable. he just found you so enthralling and if he could he'd stand here all night talking to you, leaning against the wall till he became one with the paint.

you and tangerine had always bumped heads but never anything serious. you both could take the jokes thrown at the other and sometimes it moved into a weird grey area of flirting that neither of you minded. but things really did change on the bullet train when you saved tangerine's life. ladybug was going to shoot tangerine no matter what and even you couldn't change that, but, what helped was your piercing scream caused ladybug to slightly shift his aim when he fired the gun. the bullet still hit tangerine's neck though not as deep as it would've.

"you fucking idiot, ladybug!" you roared. the whole time on the train you wanted the four of you to work as a unit, but ladybug being as hardheaded as he was made it difficult.

"i thoug-,"

"go get the fucking girl. like i told you earlier," you cut him off now bringing your full attention to tangerine who was groaning in pain.

"i'm sorry. i know, i know this hurts but you can't fight me off. it's either i do this or you die and i really don't fucking want that," you told him sternly as you basically straddled his body to keep your hands pressed to his wound.

"l-lemon?" tangerine asked through heavy breaths.

"he's alive. he was passed out or something and i tossed him around to wake up so he's okay, okay? now you need to be also. for him... and for me."

"i don't think i ever properly thanked you for saving me," he pondered, accent thick.

"there's no need to... you would've done the same for me," you winked. you two lulled in the silence, sipping at your now watered-down drinks. you aren't sure why but you wanted to hold his hand, maybe it was the slight buzz from the drink, so you did. tangerine didn't pull away or ask you why. he was grateful for the dim lights in the room hiding the pink hue on his cheeks. he hoped you didn't feel how his hands were clammy with nerves but you did and made no mention of it.

"alright kids!," ladybug yelled, "let's head out!"

ladybug and lemon approached the two of you slightly swaying from the drinks they've consumed. tangerine went to pull his hand away but you didn't budge and squeezed his hand tighter. he looked at you with a shy smile and you flashed him a smile back.

"come on," you said using your other hand to pat his chest.

"we are getting food, you guys coming?" lemon slightly slurred.

tangerine peered at you, "of course."

the four of you exited the building and walked off to get food. lemon and ladybug seemingly put their rocky past behind them as they continued to toss jokes back and forth. maybe it was just the alcohol talking and tomorrow they'd wake up still displeased with the other. but tomorrow you and tangerine would wake up with the same fuzzy feeling in your stomachs that you have right now as your hands swung together, shoulders bumped, and shy smiles on your faces like you two were forbidden to be with the other and were sneaking off into the night.

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Behind Closed Doors: Jake Kiszka x Reader Fanfiction

Part Two

description: when your best friend asks for a favor, that being having his twin move in with you, you're hesitant. you've never really liked him, but you are struggling to meet your rent, so you oblige. who knew with time that you would become more upset with his presence, or upset with the fact you have underlying feelings for him that you don't want to face?

-the masterlist for this series-

trope: enemies to lovers x roommates au!

warnings for this series: alcohol and tobacco usage, explicit content (18+, minors dni), angst, swearing

word count: 6.4k+

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You had dialed your work as soon as you shut your door, standing far away from the door as possible.

"Brewology Coffee House, this is Sydney." Your manager said into the phone.

"Hey, Sydney, it's y/n. Was wondering if you guys needed any help today or if I could come in and shadow you?" You ran your fingers over your mouth.

"Hi, y/n! I thought you were taking today off to help your new roommate move in. Everything okay?"

"Yeah, but I've already finished helping him get settled, so the rest of my day is free." You told her.

For a moment, there was silence from the phone.

"Well, we're fully staffed today so unfortunately you won't be needed. You can come in and shadow for me Friday night if that's okay with you!"

"Yeah, that sounds good. Still alright with me coming in tomorrow?"

You had strictly limited yourself to working doubles on four out of the five days you usually worked. Your manager was concerned about overworking you, so you always had to ask and make sure she was alright with it.

You'd recently been promoted to acting manager, as she was leaving the store in a few weeks and would have you replace her and run the place. That would mean more money and responsibility for you, along with taking the weight off your shoulders of working double shifts nearly every day.

"Yeah, but I want you to just come in during the morning. We've got a few trainees showing up tomorrow evening and I already have Justine and Mary lined up to train them. You'll be able to meet them Friday night, though!"

"Alright, yeah, sounds good. Thank you." You pressed your lips together with a nod.

"Of course, have a good night at home!" Your manager said to you and hung up the phone.

You sighed deeply, running your hand over your forehead and sliding your phone into your pocket. You were now left with a full day with Jake. You were given the unfortunate opportunity to interact with him a bit more, rather than staying locked up in your room and ignore your new roommate.

So, with the slightest bit of convincing yourself, you stepped outside of your room to see Jake setting a paper off to the side and dropping the pen.

"Looks like I have work off for the day." You clasped your hands together as you took a few steps forward towards him.

Jake swiveled around on the chair, standing up with a, "Hmph", and grabbing the papers off the island. He made his way over to you and held them in front of you with a blank face.

"That's everything. Can go ahead and give these to the landlord now." He said.

You grabbed the papers. "Thanks. You heard me, right? About having the day off."

"Oh, yeah, I did. But you'll be working tomorrow, right?" He asked you.

"Only in the morning. My manager doesn't want to overwork me - stuff like that."

"Huh," he nodded, "then I guess it's just me and you for the night then." His lips curled into a small smile.

"Unfortunately." You sighed. "But I think I'm going to head down to the landlord's apartment and give her these." You shook the papers in front of his face.

"Don't want me to come meet her? I'm sure she'd-."

"No, I can handle it myself, thanks." You walked past him, throwing on a pair of sandals you left by the door and shooting him a wave.

With these few minutes you took to walk over to the landlord's place, you had to come up with something to keep you and Jake busy, or better yet, you busy. You didn't seem to have much in common with him, so the night was bound to grow awkward as it went on. You ran through different ideas of things in your head to do, but they were minimal and didn't stick.

Your landlord had a small mailbox outside of her apartment, intended for lease papers, bills that were paid by check or cash if needed (she was quite lenient with payment methods) and other things intended for her.

After walking back to your apartment, which was on the first floor, along with the landlord's, you had entered your apartment to see Jake sprawled out on the couch. He was intently focused on his phone, but his mind seemed to be rather blank.

You rummaged through one of your kitchen drawers, finding the spare keys you had in there left from your previous roommate.

You placed them on top of the island. "I left your keys on the counter."

He gave you a short hum in response but didn't acknowledge your presence.

“Icebreakers?” You spat out.

He turned his head over the couch.

“Icebreakers?” He repeated.

“Yeah, so we could get to know each other a bit better considering we now live together.” You huffed a laugh out of nervousness.

You shut the door behind you and slipped off your sandals before making your way to the opposite end of the couch. You sat patiently, waiting for him to say something to you.

He had kept his eyes on you from the moment he turned his head to see you at the door. His phone was flat on the armrest, one arm rested on top of his phone while the other laid above the couch cushion.

“You're not going to leave me alone until I play along, huh?”

You shook your head with a smile, which caused him to sigh.

"Alright, fine." He exhaled. His hands were folded on his lap, and he began to watch his thumbs circle each other.

You sat on the couch, opposite of him and turned to him crisscross on the sofa. The bit of uncomfortable silence had surrounded you and him, and you decided to straighten your posture to release any tension you felt.

"Would you like to go first?" You offered to him.

"Well, you were the one that suggested the game." He threw his hand towards you.

"Okay," you sighed, "what's your favorite color?"

He chuckled. "That's what you want to know about me? My favorite color?" His lips rested into a teasing grin.

"You're the one that wanted me to go first!" You rolled your eyes. "What, do you have a better question?"

He clicked his teeth and took a moment to think of something to ask you. "What's your biggest fear?"

"Starting a bit deep then, huh?"

"Isn't that the point?" He folded his arms. "Answer my question."

"You didn't answer mine." You said in a faux aggravated tone.

He exhaled, looking off to the side before meeting your eyes. "Red. Now-."

"I figured it was black, considering you seem to wear it the most." You remarked.

"Okay..." He trailed off with an odd expression, as if he found it weird you had noticed that about him. "Well, you're wrong. Are you going to answer my question, or are we going to keep talking about colors?"

You pressed your lips together. He was growing upset, and in a guilty way, it satisfied you a bit. With his seemingly careless attitude, he never showed signs of letting things bother him. So, getting under his skin a bit always felt like a win to you, as childish as it may sound.

"My biggest fear is probably dying. Second is spiders." You nodded.

"Have you ever heard the phrase, 'life is short'? Does that scare you?"

"You're annoying, you know that?" You shook your head. "What's your biggest fear then, since you don't seem to be scared of anything?"

"Losing family and friends. It's inevitable, but I'm definitely not looking forward to that day."

"You have a good relationship with your family then, huh?" You resituated yourself, pulling your legs to your chest and wrapping your arms around your knees.

"Yeah, I do. I mean, I've always been super close with Josh. But I guess that just comes from us being twins. We're kind of supposed to be close." He gave you a shrug. "What's your dream job?"

"I'm surprised you're asking a good question." You huffed a laugh through your nose. "I've always wanted to own my own business. A bakery, to be specific. I used to bake all the time with my mom when I was little, and sometimes my work lets me bake some treats for open mic nights on the weekends. But I just haven't had the time to do it in a while."

He hummed. "Why haven't you started your own business then?"

"Too scared of failing, I suppose. Maybe I'll go to school and get a business degree, but it seems unlikely." You shrugged.

"Are you not good at baking? Is that why you're scared of failing?"

"No," you rolled your eyes, "I'm more concerned about not making any profit. Putting myself into a deep hole of debt." You rested your chin on your knees.

"I'd like to be the judge of that - of your baking, I mean."

You quirked your eyebrows in confusion. Whether it was playful banter or not, he seemed to be acting kind towards you. It was foreign territory, but you didn't mind it. Although, it did make you wonder when the arguing would start, or when your face would start to burn out of annoyance. But there was no point in putting your energy into those negative thoughts. Things were going well, and you wanted to keep it that way.

"Are you some sort of food critic?" Your lips curled into a small grin.

"I dunno, maybe. I like cooking - always have, so."

"I would've never guessed." You chuckled. "Is that a hobby of yours?"

"Yeah, I guess. I don't think it counts as a hobby when I do it all the time."

"Does that mean I'll be getting homemade meals from now on?" You widened your eyes.

"Eh, I usually cook for myself. If you start being a bit nicer to me, maybe I'll consider it." He shrugged. He stood up from the couch with his palms pressed flat on his thighs.

"I think me giving you a place to stay is nice enough. A good meal would be a great housewarming gift." You said in a singsong tune.

He turned his head over to you. He opened his mouth to speak, but quickly shut it into a small smile and left you in the living room alone. If all you could get out of him were a few small facts, you considered the small conversation a successful one.

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While Jake stayed locked inside his room, you took the liberty of having your day off to meet Josh for lunch. You debated the idea of whether or not to invite Jake, but keeping the conversations short with him were the only way you figured you two could tolerate each other.

While you sat outside at the small restaurant, sipping on your water cup, you checked your phone. You had left your phone number on the dry erase board that sat on your refrigerator door for Jake in case of any emergencies. You didn't expect him to text you, nor did you expect him to see it while you were out. You were waiting from a response from Josh, who did text you letting you know he was on his way. But that was about 30 minutes ago, and "Josh time" was very different from normal time.

Josh was a bit late, per usual, so you ordered the both of you a house salad and waited patiently for his arrival.

"Sorry for running late. Lost track of time." He said in a rushed tone, taking a seat and immediately grabbing the glass of water that sat in front of him.

"I'm not surprised, but 20 minutes has to be some sort of new record." You giggled.

"I'm always beating my records, what can I say?" He shined a toothy grin. "How's living with Jake so far?"

"Surprisingly, no complaints. It started a bit rocky, but I think we're getting somewhere good. Learned a bit about him, and he was actually acting nice to me. Not really talking about himself like he usually does."

"Dare I say that I told you so?" He wiggled his eyebrows at you.

"Whatever. This is only the beginning to a very long journey." You widened your eyes to emphasize your words.

"Well, what did you learn about him? Anything good?"

"Nothing too interesting, other than that he likes cooking. Never expected that." You shrugged.

"Oh yeah, he's big on cooking. You know, when we were little, he used to stay up all night watching cooking shows?" His eyes lit up as he spoke about his brother, boasting about him and his "hidden" talent. "He's actually very good at it."

"Well, now I'm curious: what other secret factoids about him are there that I don't know about?"

"There's a lot, but I think it's his place to tell you all those things. I think that's kind of the point when you're getting to know someone." He cocked his head to the side. "And besides, I'm sure you'd want to know what he dislikes so you can bother him and drive him out of your apartment."

You laughed. "I'm not that mean. What kind of person would I be if I made him feel miserable, which would cause him to act the same way towards me? If I want to keep on tolerating him, I have to keep our conversations sweet and short."

Josh began to speak, but the waitress came out and brought you both of your salads. He thanked her graciously and picked up his fork.

"He may seem a bit quiet, while I seem like the talkative one. But, once you get to know him a bit better, he holds a pretty good conversation." He stabbed a piece of lettuce with his fork and shoved it into his mouth.

"You seem a bit more excited about the living arrangement than me." You said and began eating.

You two continued to talk over lunch, about any upcoming events in his life and yours. You didn't have much, of course, but you always enjoyed hearing about the various projects Josh was working on. Picking at his brain was always satisfying to you, and while you loved talking, you preferred to listen while he spoke.

He offered to stop by the apartment, but you insisted on him heading home instead of making the short drive over to your place. With the small progress you were making with Jake, you figured keeping him by himself for a short period of time would allow the progression of yours and his's relationship to continue down a path of positive growth.

You entered your apartment to see grocery bags lined up on the counter. Jake was exiting the small pantry you had, going into another bag and not noticing that you had entered or choosing to ignore your presence.

"Restocking my fridge and pantry?" You said.

He didn't respond to you, rather kept his continuous motions of unloading different foods into the fridge.

"I didn't know if you wanted to go out to lunch with me, so sorry for not asking." You spoke again. You tried to keep your tone light, despite how his ignorance began to bother you.

"Did you go out with Josh?" He kept his eyes on a small clear bag of fruit he pulled out of a bag.

"Yeah, it was just a small lunch. We try to meet up once a week, if not twice." You nodded.

"Something going on between you two?" He raised his brow, opening the fridge and placing the assortment of fruits in a small drawer.

"It's not like that - it never was. We're just really good friends."

He shut the fridge door and continued unpacking different foods and spices. "If you say so."

"I'm serious, Jake. We've always just been super close." You said with slight aggravation in your voice.

"How long have you known him for?" He threw away the grocery bags as he talked to you.

"For about a year or so. We met at a concert, actually. Why are you being so curious?"

He nodded with a hum, placing his hand on the island and leaning his full weight onto it. "Just making conversation. You're so defensive." He teased at you with a shrug. "Am I not allowed to get to know you anymore?"

"You're getting to know me and Josh's past. That's a bit different." You pointed at him. "Try asking me questions that pertain to me, not your brother."

"Maybe another time." He tapped his hand on the counter and began to walk away in the opposite direction. "I don't see the point when you're not opening up."

There it was. The stinging sensation that started at your neck and ran to your ears. You were waiting for it to arise; the unfortunate conversation that would tank the seemingly good path you two were on.

"Opening up? I'm making the effort to try and get to know you so living with you isn't unbearable. I'm sorry that I was getting bothered with you trying to make assumptions about me and Josh." You dug your finger into your chest.

He swiveled on his heels to face you. "Then why'd you let me live with you then? It's not even been a day and you've deemed the living arrangement as unbearable because I was just kidding around." He threw his hands up. "Were you that desperate for a roommate?"

You opened your mouth, struggling to speak. Was there a point in continuing this argument and digging the knife deeper into your guys' relationship? Everything began to look hopeless from this point on, and your doubts once again consumed you.

He decided to speak up before giving you a chance to utter anything. "Think you should try and be a bit grateful for the way things turned out instead of regretting your decisions." He grumbled at you with squinted eyes.

He left you in the kitchen and walked into his bedroom. Once the door was shut, you exhaled a deep exaggerated sigh. You circled around the space you stood in with your hand placed on your forehead. Your emotions flamed into your system, gripping tightly at your insides and burning your entire body. You didn't just want to storm into your room and sit in your frustrations, so you chose to allow yourself to run a bath in the connecting bathroom to your bedroom. Hopefully, this would bring you relaxation.

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Wrapping your damp body in a grey towel, you stepped out of your bathtub and began searching through your dresser drawers for some comfortable clothes to wear for the night. The apartment was quiet, and for a moment, you were at peace. As in, you forgot Jake was right next door, and you weren't actually alone. The faintest smell of food cooking hit your nostrils, causing you to perk up. It was around dinner time, and maybe Jake had cooked something for the both of you.

Your door flew open, and you immediately clutched your towel against your figure in case you weren't as covered up as you thought. Your heartbeat rang into your ears, with your body tensing up to see Jake in your doorway.

"Do you ever knock?" You groaned. You shot him a stern look, then began to pull out a pair of sweatpants from your drawer.

"You never listed that as one of your rules, y/n." He leaned against the doorframe with folded arms.

"That's an unspoken one. It's a privacy thing, Jake. I mean, what if I was indecent?" You set the grey-washed pants on top of your dresser.

"Well, you weren't. But it won't happen again." He threw up his hands in defense, then folding them again.

"Alright, now that we have that cleared, can you get out? Please?"

"Fine," he leaned off of the doorframe, "you're a bit angry tonight, aren't you?"

"You scared the shit out of me, so I'm a bit tense. Do you blame me?"

"Did you forget that I live here now?" He stepped into your room.

You watched his movements. He didn't come over to you, but instead decided to wander around your room that he had yet to discover fully. The new environment seemed to intrigue him, but that could be him playing the role in trying to get under your skin once again.

"I tried to. I miss the silence." You turned around to see him holding a picture frame that sat at your bedside. You immediately walked over to him and grabbed it out of his hand to place it back in its rightful spot. "But, if you would please-."

"Is that your family?" He pointed to the picture.

You flicked your eyes down to see you in the middle of your parents in the photograph. You were about sixteen in that photo, with shiny teeth flashing into a smile. Your brother was next to your father, while your little sister was hugging onto your mom. "Yeah, that was during a trip we took to Hawaii." You began to notice the visible tan that you worked on, accompanied by your bright, burned red cheeks from the unforgiving sun. You let yourself remember the moment, surrounding yourself in the tropical background that was captured in the background. It was a memory that you always were fond of.

"How old are your siblings?" He pointed at your brother and sister.

"My brother is 17, and my sister is 13. I'm the oldest." You nodded.

You tore your attention of the photo and met Jake's eyes immediately. Something you quickly learned with him is that if you concentrated hard enough, you would forget you were talking to him, in the sense that you never thought he'd care about someone's life other than his own. Although, now remembering it was him who stood before you, you were filled with that gut feeling of irritation. It was something that you were unable to stop, and you weren't quite sure why you couldn't push it away. But with his body mere inches from yours, you chose to break the proximity and walk to your closet behind him.

"Are we done playing 20 questions? I'd like to change, now."

"Excuse me for trying to take your advice." He turned his body towards you. You flicked through your shirts to find one comfortable enough for the night.

He began to stride out of your room after you kept your silence, but as soon as he reached the door, you spoke up. "Did you cook something?"

He sighed, turning around to you. "Yup. Hungry?"

A faint smile hit your lips. "Made enough for me?"

"Oh, no. Was just wondering if that's why you asked." He smirked at you. He grabbed the door handle, giving you a wave with his fingers and shutting the door softly.

You threw your head back and blinked up to the ceiling for a moment. All that progress for nothing, you thought.

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You shot up from your slumber to the sound of silence filling the air. You checked the time in case you had missed your alarm only to find you were early by 30 minutes. What had woken you up at 7:30 in the morning?

And then you heard the wailing of a guitar, barely muffled by the thin walls that divided yours and Jake's bedroom. With an aggravated huff, you threw yourself out of your bed and stormed to Jake's room.

You knocked loudly enough for him to hear over his guitar, waiting a few moments for him to answer.

"Come in!" He yelled.

You flung the door open with squinted eyes. The morning sun covered your sight, and you brought the back of your hand to cover the blazing light shined onto your face to see Jake sitting on the edge of his bed.

"Can you keep it down a bit? Especially in the morning? You woke me up before my alarm for work was supposed to go off."

He pulled his pic out from his teeth and placed it in his fingers. "Told you to invest in a pair of earplugs."

"I shouldn't need to wear them to sleep because you decide to turn your amp all the way up for the neighbors to hear." You said. "If you read the papers you were signing, you'd know that quiet hours end at 8 AM, which it is not."

"You're just a ray of sunshine in the morning, aren't you?" He pulled his eyebrows together.

"Turn it down, please." You pressed.

He widened his eyes at you for a moment, then turned the knob on his amp to a lower volume.

"Thank you." You said in your best polite tone. "Why are you up so early playing anyways?"

He sighed, standing up and setting his guitar down into a stand he had set up in the corner of his room. For a moment, his figure covered the sun, and you were able to see his bare back, along with the plaid drawstring pants that hugged at his hips.

He turned to you. "Just woke up early, I guess. I like playing in the mornings to start my day. I've got a gig coming up, so I always like to make sure I'm targeting my weak points and fixing them before I get on stage."

You nodded. "Well, you can play a little bit quieter. Don't they have headphones designed to plug into amps?"

"I don't have a pair." He scratched at his head.

"Well, maybe you should invest in a pair." You lightly mimicked him. "I'm leaving for work in about an hour and a half. So, do what you want with that information."

You shut the door behind you and left to your kitchen to start on breakfast.

You quickly made yourself toast with jam, not quite examining the new products that filled your fridge. You decided to take a look when you got home, but your main priority was to just eat and wash the exhaustion off your body.

With your extra time on hand, you allowed yourself to take a longer shower than normal. Feeling the hot water trickle down your body as you scrubbed your hair with shampoo and conditioner, then turning your back to the showerhead to allow wash it all out. Relaxation overtook your body, and although that was a telltale sign that you weren't helping yourself wake up, you didn't care to dismiss the hot water and make it a bit cooler. The steam coming from the shower and fogging up the mirror in your bathroom was the perfect aroma for you as you washed your body clean and stood for a few moments to soak up just as much time as you could without wasting it under the water.

You made sure to lock your door as soon as you got out of the shower and stepped foot into your bedroom, then began to get dressed. You were thankful with how laid-back your coffee house was, which allowed you to wear a black sleek skirt and a tight white top with nonslip shoes. You went light on your makeup today, only covering up any blemishes on your skin and layering your lashes with mascara.

You checked the time on your phone, and you figured it wouldn't kill you to be early to work. Your hair was blow-dried and up in a tight ponytail, so you considered yourself ready enough and left without saying a word to Jake.

You saw Stacie at the counter, talking to your manager and turning her head over her shoulder to see you.

"We've got a lot to talk about, don't we?" She said with a sweet smile.

"Lots." You widened your eyes.

After you clocked in, greeted your manager and tied your small apron around your waist, you walked to Stacie and grabbed her wrist.

"I don't know how to win with him, Stace. There will be instances where everything is fine, having a good light-hearted conversation. And then, annoyance just builds up in my body and we start to argue. It's not like we're just teasing each other, it's more like siblings fighting over nothing. I just don't get it."

She bit back a grin. "It's only been a day and he's that bad, huh?"

"Well, I mean it's not terrible. Just...hard." You sighed. "But I'm going to stay hopeful and consider the positives over the negatives."

"So, you've made some progress? Well, that's good!" She nodded quickly with a smile.

"Barely." You leaned your hand onto the counter.

"Well, like I said, it's only been a day. I'm sure with time you guys will grow a beautiful friendship." She exaggerated with her hands.

"Ha, ha. We'll see. My hours will get cut as soon as I become manager because I'll be getting paid more to work, so no more avoiding him because I have to be here." You threw up your hand. "But I guess if he's living with me, then I should be able to tolerate him more than I do now."

"Well, what kind of progress did you make with him? Learn anything interesting about him?" She wiggled her brows.

"He likes cooking and he's close with his family. That's pretty much it. Oh, and his favorite color is red."

"How'd you learn that his favorite color was red?" She giggled.

"I asked him to play a game of icebreakers after I took his papers to the landlord. I didn't know what else to ask him, in my defense." You pressed your hand flat on your chest.

"What interests me most is that he's a cook. That makes any man a bit more attractive." She pointed at you.

"His personality cancels anything out that might make him slightly attractive. Josh told me that he was a different person when you're alone with him, and right when I think I can believe that he becomes the same person I've known."

She walked away from you to the coffee grinder. "What about starting over?"

"What?" You turned your body in her direction.

"You know, saying, 'hey, why don't we forget about our past and redo our first impressions?'" She shrugged. "It's not a bad idea, y/n."

"Maybe I should give it a few more days before I tell him he needs to reintroduce himself to me. I'm a firm believer in change, you know."

"You say that, but I think you're quite set on the fact that Jake will never change his ways."

You rolled your eyes. She was right. "So, from now on, I'm changing my mindset on him. Does that sound good to you?"

"Well, it benefits you, so yeah, it sounds like a plan. Try a breathing exercise or something next time he gets on your nerves and keep yourself cool and collected. I'm sure he feeds on your anger."

You scrunched your face at her choice of words. "That's one way to state it. He just reminds me of my little brother, always getting on my nerves."

She turned to you with a cup of coffee, placing it on the counter and pushing it out to a customer who sat at one of the barstools. "Then," she looked to you, "change your viewpoint on him. He's your roommate, not your brother."

You shrugged. "Yeah, I suppose so." You released your words with a sigh.

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You got off of work a little after lunch hour, so you weren't surprised to see Jake sitting at the island in the kitchen with an empty plate.

He lifted his eyes to you. "I was just about to call you."

You gave him a confused look. "Why?"

"Nice sentiment of you to leave your phone number on the fridge by the way," he nodded towards the dry erase board, "but I was thinking about grabbing a cup of coffee."

You set your purse onto the island after slipping off your shoes and walked over to your cabinets. "Promise me you'll never come visit me while I'm working."

He chuckled. "Why not? Are you embarrassed or something?"

You began to fill your glass with water from the fridge. "Because I don't see a point in you coming to my work for coffee when there are a ton of other places you could go to."

"Well, what if I want to visit my roommate hard at work?" He leaned over his plate towards you. "I wouldn't want to miss an opportunity to see you in that little outfit." He pointed at your work clothes.

You tugged your skirt down after setting your cup of water down. "Shut up. Your actions are usually filled with malicious intent."

"What kind of guy do you take me for? I'm harmless." He placed his hand over his heart.

You rolled your eyes. "Sure, but you annoy me. I'd like to have a bit of peace and quiet while I'm at work, since I won't be able to get it in my own home anymore."

He grabbed his plate and walked over to the sink. "Is this about me waking you up? You still hung up on that?"

You pressed your tongue into your cheek. Deep breaths, you thought, be more approachable.

"I would just like an apology, that's all. I guess I overreacted a bit this morning. I'm not much of a morning person."

He chuckled as he placed his plate into the dishwasher. "Nor am I. I like staying up late. Don't usually wake up early." He shrugged. "I'm sorry, though, for waking you up. I'll be a bit more mindful of you next time."

"Good to know you're thinking of others for once." You said with playful sarcasm. "And thanks for apologizing."

"You're so very welcome, sunshine." He said with a coy grin.

You groaned at the nickname. "Don't make that a thing."

"I think it's got a ring to it. And it's a bit ironic considering you're not really a ray of sunshine."

"Oh, and you are?" You picked up your glass.

He pretended to be in thought for a moment, lifting his chin up and pressing his lips together. "Yeah, yeah I think I am. I mean, I'm a bit more enjoyable to be around than you are."

You scoffed a bitter laugh. "You hold yourself on a high horse, you know that?"

"Well, I prefer to be confident in myself than not. Is that so bad?" He looked at you with slight confusion.

"It becomes a bad thing when you appear to be vain." You took a sip from your water and began to leave the room.

"Was that your first impression of me? Vain?" He called.

You exhaled deeply. "Yes."

You continued your steps towards your bedroom, but that didn't stop Jake from talking.

"I remember meeting you. I didn't think you were too bad. Thought you were quite nice, actually."

You turned on your heels with both hands wrapped around your cup. "Do you still think that?"

"No," he said with a grin plastered on his face, "you're aggravating."

"That's because I was annoyed with you boasting about how much of an amazing guy you were. Those kinds of things don't impress me." You nodded your head at him.

"Really? And here I thought you were head over heels for me." He teased at you with squinted eyes.

"You're funny, I'll give you that." You laughed.

He walked from the island, making his way to you with his hands shoved in his pockets. "Are you being nice to me?" He said with playful shock.

"Soak it up, Jake. Me being nice to you is going to be very rare. I still don't like you." You quirked your brows.

"Well, then I guess I'll take your very rare compliment with gratitude." He stopped in front of you. "You'll have to come around someday if you want to make living with me less 'unbearable'."

"On second thought, I think I'll just continue being bitter to you, you know, since you seem to thrive on annoying me." You cocked your head to the side.

"You might be right about that." He smirked. "But I find you somewhat difficult, so pushing you over the edge is entertaining to me."

You rolled your eyes. "And I’m the difficult one?"

"You know you didn't have to agree to this," he motioned between the both of you with his fingers, "but you did. I wasn't eager to live with you either. But I chose to be the bigger person and suck it up because in the long run, it benefits the both of us." He gave you a faint shrug. "Are we done talking about this now?"

You exhaled deeply. You wanted to push back at him, eat him out with all the anger that was built up in your body. But what was the point in being stubborn? What made you more frustrated was how true his words are. You didn't have to let him move in with you, but you did because it would help you out financially and rid you of your constant fatigue. You didn't want to pack up your things and downsize, because after all, you were attached to your apartment. You loved how it was spacious yet felt like a cozy home. And, at the end of the day, Jake was just merely a guy crashing in the room right next to yours.

You didn't need to continue the conversation any longer, so you turned away from him as a silent response and walked into your bedroom.

After shutting the door behind you, you set your water cup on your bedside table and plopped into your firm mattress. It was hard to change your mindset on Jake, despite your optimism. You couldn't force him to be a different person, so you'd have to do the same thing as him to keep yourself sane: suck it up, and let things be the way that they are. If you were unable to see him in a different light, then so be it. But that's no reason for you to act out in immaturity and make him feel miserable in his new home.

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-part three-

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A Dragon Trappers Fate (Part 2)

Eret Son of Eret x Gn! Reader

Summary: you thought you’d only have to see Eret once and never again, that way that weird feeling you got when you looked at him would disappear. Well, turns out you need him again so you an find out where Drago Bludvist is located. No one better to interrogate than a dragon trapper.

Your group of friends, of course excluding Hiccup, flew back in the general direction of Berk. A steady silence hung over all of you as you all had to come to terms with the fact that a war was coming, and a fairly gruesome one at that given the nature of Stoick’s story.

You looked ahead to the woman who naturally led the group, Astrid. You noticed the sour expression she held as she looked out at the landscape before her. Astrid was many things but good at hiding her emotion was not one of them. You lightly gestured your dragon to move up to her, now steadily flying beside her.

“So… you’re not going to listen to him are you?” You asked. She quickly snapped her head towards, surprised by your sudden presence before visibly relaxing a bit.

“Well, what if they get taken? What if Hiccup finds Drago before they can find him?” She asks, turning back to the landscape, very clearly lost in her stressful thoughts.

“Hiccup may be stubborn but so is his father, let's just give them time, don't act too hastily. Besides, it’s Hiccup we’re talking about.” You commented, eventually slightly persuading her to at least relax a slight bit.

“Let’s wait right there, and if they’re not back in thirty minutes, I’m going to look for them.” Astrid stated, guiding Stormfly down to a sizable piece of ice, big enough to hold everyone’s dragons while you all waited.

And so you waited.

And waited.

And… waited.

You watched as Astrid, someone who was usually quite put together, became fidgety and eager to get back out there. There was no doubt she loved that boy, and while you were all worried about his safety, clearly it was hitting her the most.

You almost didn’t understand it.

As far as you were concerned you had only ever experienced a familial kind of love, mainly through your friends and Stoick. He had always served as a sort of father figure over the group. You never really had that connection with anyone like Astrid and Hiccup had, or even the way Ruff, Snotlout and Fishlegs were… you never truly felt that way about anyone.

And as far as you knew, no one felt that way about you.

You couldn’t help but think how nice it must be to be able to find someone that you can not only be vulnerable with but you also want to protect. Good luck finding that in Berk, pretty sure the only Viking okay with seeming vulnerable is Fishlegs, and he gets made fun of for it every time.

It’s a weird thought, wanting to feel loved. Most people relate to the feeling, and strangely enough you felt like you had felt that feeling once before but you couldn’t place where.

You sighed, finally snapping out of your thoughts as you looked back up at Astrid who had just landed after searching the surrounding area for the fourth time in ten minutes.

“I don't like this. They should’ve been back by now.” She says to the group, even though you were almost sure the rest of them were truly too bored to listen.

“Alright then, let's go look for them.” You approved with a nod. Astrid Hofferson of all people did not truly need your approval for anything but you were the one who told her to wait in the first place. Without another word, Astrid took off practically leaving the rest of you behind in her dust.

“Good gods, what does she feed that dragon?” You asked rhetorically. Your dragon was fast but Astrid knew how to get Stormfly to her fastest potential.

“I think she feeds her chicken ‘cause they fly faster.” Tuffnut said which earned a very confused look from you as you turned back to him.

“Chickens can't fly…” You were well aware the twins had their moments of stupidity but it was always like a fresh slap in the face when you realized just how stupid they sounded sometimes.

“Oh yeah… well why do they have wings?” He argued, and honestly you couldn’t really think of a reason to argue back. Chickens are weird.

You shook your head before turning back towards where you could see Astrid a bit of a ways away from you all.

“You’d think she cares more about Hiccup than she does the rest of us.” You joked.

“I know I’d never leave you behind like that.” Snotlout added on, flying beside you to which you responded,

“Spare me.” Before adding distance between you and the short Viking man.

As you continued on, you questioned, how exactly were you meant to find Drago’s army? You had no idea where he could be at this point, Or at any point, you had never seen his army before. That’s when it clicked for you, who else would know where Drago is hiding than the dragon trappers.

Which meant seeing Eret son of Eret yet again.

You knew you weren’t looking forward to this but you’d have to suck it up for Hiccups potential safety.

After some time had passed you could start to see Erets ship in the distance, not in any better shape than it had looked last time. You caught up with Astrid before shouting towards him,

“So… any ideas on how to get him to talk?” You asked, to which Astrid responded with a smirk

“Watch and learn.” She stretched her arms out in front of her, cracking her knuckles as she often did. You waited behind as you watched her quickly dive down and scoop Eret up like it was nothing.

You watched as Stormfly flew back up to your height effortlessly, the man dangling between her claws as if he was nothing more than her latest kill or a scrap of meat. You looked down at the man from before, noticing slight features that you hadn’t really taken into account from before.

As much as you wanted to hate him, you could not deny he was still… very handsome. Oh how you hated admitting that.

You almost felt weak for not being able to control your thoughts or feelings about this Dragon trapper. Maybe you weren’t weak for it, for having emotions is just part of being human, but gods above were you ashamed of them.

The man screamed as he hung onto the dragons foot for dear life.

“What do you want from me?” He shouted desperately, which to be honest, was quite a good look for him. You shook your head at the thought before responding,

“We want you to take us to Drago.”

To that response the man look at you as if you had just sprouted two heads and a dragon tail.

“Help a bunch of dragon riders infiltrate Dragos army? Just kill me now.” He said in a half joking tone, but considering his situation they were definitely not the wisest words to say. Without another thought, Astrid ordered Stormfly to drop Eret which she did in a matter of seconds.

People could say what they wanted about Astrid but no one could deny that she had trained her dragon extremely well. Not like anyone had the balls to make a comment about her anyways.

“Would you like to do the honors?” Astrid asked, turning towards you as she gestured to a still screaming Eret who continued to get closer and closer to the ground.

“With pleasure.” You responded before telling your dragon to go down and fetch him. Coincidentally Eret had just been in the process of caving in, so your timing was impeccable.

Once you had flown back up to the group, Ruffnut was the first to fly towards Eret. She quickly cling to his arm as she begged to take him from you. You only laughed it off, but you couldn’t help but feel… upset about her being so enthusiastic towards him?

Which clearly confused you cause she did nothing wrong.

It felt like it could be described as jealousy but there is no way you’d ever be jealous over a dragon trapper of all people. You merely shook your head of the thoughts before looking down at the man now dangling in the grasp of your dragons claws.

“So Eret, how does it feel to be at the mercy of yet another dragon?” You teased, looking down at the man who simply rolled his eyes at you with a scoff.

“I’d be careful with how you respond, my dragon is now pretty eager to continue playing fetch.” You threatened in a lighthearted manner which didn’t get any verbal response from Eret but he definitely acknowledged the statement with his sudden shift in body language.

“Maybe you should change your profession, dragons seem to love you.” You joked, which finally got Eret to respond.

“And go against Drago Bludvist? No, I value my life, thank you.”

“Okay but say we took Drago out of the equation, would you consider it then?” You asked, genuinely curious in his answer.

“Did you not hear me when I said I’m the ‘finest dragon trapper alive’? I would have that title with or without Drago.” He stated quite arrogantly. He clearly wasn’t trying to impress anyone, just boost his own ego.

“Right well… have you ever actually gotten to know a dragon before?” You couldn’t help but feel like Hiccup with the way you were trying to talk down the situation. Usually Hiccup was the main advocate for switching people to the dragon side, but you couldn’t help but want to try and persuade Eret. Maybe if you could get him to switch sides you’d feel less guilty about your feelings for him. Or maybe there was something deeper that was urging you. Your mind was too muddled to properly discern the true reasoning so you simply just chalked it up to Hiccup rubbing off on you.

“No, and I don’t plan it. How many times do I have to say it, I’m a dragon ‘trapper’ not one of you.” He spat which caused you to scowl slightly.

“Yeah, you’ll eat your words one day.” You stated as if you knew his fate as a fact. You don’t know why but you felt extremely confident in your words.

“Or get eaten, tell me which outcome sounds more plausible?” He asked sarcastically.

So much for trying to win him over. Guess you were really going to have to do the “Hiccup Thing” and just wait to show him somehow.

Little did you know that opportunity would come up a lot sooner than you thought.

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can you keep a secret? - nick jones

nick jones (house of wax) x reader

warnings : small age gap (3 years), sneaking around, language, slight nsfw, secret relationship

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a knock on the door caught your attention just as you were finishing up the dishes, and you walked over, throwing the towel you were holding onto the counter. reaching the door, you opened it to see a familiar face.

“hey nick,” you smiled. “what are you doing here?” his hands were in the pockets of his baggy jeans, a black hoodie over his head.

“hey, kid.” he replied. even though there was only a few years between you, and besides the fact that you had turned 18 last year, nick had always called you kid. “have you seen carly? i need to talk to her and she’s not picking up her cell.”

“she’s at the mall with paige,” you explained, paige being your older sister, who was best friends with nicks twin carly. you weren’t super close with any of paige’s friends, but you knew them and had hung out with them a few times when she would throw parties at the house, and as much as you didn’t want to admit it, you had developed a small crush on nick.

“shit, ok,” he sighed. “do you know when they’ll be back?”

“no- with paige at the mall it could be hours,” you laughed. “you can hang out and wait for them here if you want though,” you offered, stepping aside to invite him in. he seemed to think about it for a moment before finally coming inside the house.

“sure, why not.”

•

deciding on watching a movie to pass the time, you found yourself curled under a blanket next to nick on the couch, while some horror movie played on the tv. you kept hoping the movie would end, not because you weren’t enjoying it, but so you could have an excuse to stop sitting so damn close to him. your crush on him was not letting you focus on anything other than how close your legs were to touching, or how good his cologne smelled.

“have you seen this one before?” he asked, and you shook your head.

“no, somehow i think i’ve seen the sequel though.”

“it sucks right?”

“yes,” you laughed, and he smiled, chuckling lightly as he leaned his head against the back of the couch, and you had to try not to notice how his adams apple moved in his throat. he looked back towards you, and you looked away, your face feeling warm from almost getting caught staring.

“you wanna do something else?”

“like what?” you asked, suddenly extremely nervous at what he could be thinking about.

“you got any new music lately?” he asked, and you internally breathed a sigh of relief.

“yeah- my cds are all up in my room,” you explained, standing up and switching off the movie with the remote.

“lead the way,” he smiled. you offered a hand to pull nick up off the couch, and he took it, not letting go as he let you lead him upstairs. once you reached your bedroom, after passing by paige’s pink and blue monstrosity of a room, he looked around at the posters on the dark grey walls.

“you redecorated,” he commented, and you raised an eyebrow.

“not recently- why? what did you think my room looked like?” you asked.

“i think last time i saw it was a few years ago- one of paige’s party’s- but everything was all bright and the walls were purple.” he replied, sitting down at your desk and flipping through a stack of cds next to your laptop.

“oh. yeah, i got bored of the purple so i painted the walls. and i don’t know, i guess i just grew out of all that stuff.”

“i like it. it suits you better now.”

“thanks,” you smiled, even though he wasn’t looking at you. he handed you a cd that he had picked from the selection on your desk, and you put it into the player. the music blasted from the speakers and he picked up a music magazine from your dresser and sat down on tour bed. you sat next to him, reading over his shoulder as he flipped through it. he looked up at you, and you hadn’t realized that you were so close to him, his face inches from yours.

“you should know i don’t really read much,” he admitted, and you smiled.

“good, this issue sucks anyways,” you said, taking the magazine from his hand and tossing it onto the floor.

“really?” he mumbled, his eyes looking at your lips.

“mhm.”

“good. because i know of something else we could do instead.” he closed the gap between you, pressing his lips to yours, surprisingly gently. he pushed you gently so you fell onto your back against the bed, and slid his black hoodie off, leaving him in a white tank top. he leaned over top of you to connect your lips again, and your hands went to either side of his neck, cradling his jaw and feeling the soft stubble brush against your finger tips. his large hands wandered down your body to rest on your hips, as he nibbled at your bottom lip.

“are your parents gonne be home soon?” he asked, and you thanked god that they weren’t, because you didn’t want this to stop. however, another thought crossed your mind.

“no, but paige will kill you if she finds out.”

“hmmm, i guess she doesn’t need to find out then.” he kissed you again, before trailing kisses down your jaw to suck a dark hickey into the soft skin of your neck. “besides, blondie doesn’t scare me that much.” you laughed, pulling his face back up to kiss him as his fingers started on the button of your pants.

“still- i don’t want her walking in on us if her and your sister get home.”

“i’ll lock the door,” he smirked. “we don’t have to do this though; only if you want to.” he said, getting off you briefly to wait for your response.

“i want to.”

“good,” he smiled, locking your bedroom door before crawling back over you.

•

you laid with your head on nicks bare chest, your legs a tangled mess under the blankets as he fingers see patterns on your thigh. you were almost asleep when you heard paige’s car pull up outside, and suddenly you were wide awake.

“relax, doors locked.” nick mumbled, kissing the top of your head. you snuggled closer into him, his arms wrapping around your waist.

“who do you think will be more pissed if they find out- paige or carly?” you asked playfully.

“hard to say. either way i think it was worth the risk, don’t you?” he smiled, and you leaned up to kiss his lips softly.

“definitely.”

#nick jones x reader #nick house of wax #house of wax 2005 #house of wax #nick jones #nick jones imagine #chad michael murray #chad michael murray imagine

[sugarr-and-spicee]

~ what a sight for sore eyes ~

jimmy darling x reader

a/n: love me or hate me guys, it's here! my first jimmy fic! in case it isn't very clear either, elijah is an albino though i haven't described the reader that way so imagine as you wish!

summary: your twin brother hates jimmy, though was once his closest friend. you've been madly in love with jimmy since your teenage years and will never understand about the rivalry between the two boys you love most

song: 'too young to go steady by connie stevens'

1952 ~

"Ladies and Gentleman, hold on tight. I introduce to you a true depiction of grace and elegance... Deep from the bayous of Louisiana... the remarkable, the astounding 'Fallen Angels.'

The after show buzz is always the most euphoric. The audience loves a freak. You always wince at the name; what they referred to you all as. You wouldn't say you dreamed of a normal life, for how boring would that be? No, you craved acceptance. Little to ask for really, but for your kind it seemed as though you'd be asking the world.

Your brother Elijah joined you backstage, after your double act. He gripped you tight in an embrace, his routine to do so after every performance. He kissed your cheek softly, spewing praises and congrats. Elijah was younger than you by six minutes though acted six years older. He was your guardian angel after your parents died, and whilst he always played the brave face, inside he was broken. Just as you were.

"Amazing as always! Gotta stop puttin' me to shame like that!" Elijah joked, ruffling your hair.

His violet eyes gleamed at you, though inside you knew they had nothing to shine for anymore. Yourself and Elijah were aerialists, the hoop being your speciality. It connected you together by something that ran deeper than blood; Elijah was your twin, and he'd always be there for you, both in performance and away from.

"Hey, it's a team effort y'know. Couldn't do it without ya. Literally." You shot a playful wink at your brother, who lulled his head back with a cackle in response.

"C'mon kid, let's get outta here."

You whined at Elijah's suggestion, not wishing to leave the tent just yet. It was a selfish reason, really, one you knew Elijah wouldn't be too fond of.

"No no, c'mon El, don't wanna miss Jimmy's act." Heat rose to your cheeks as you spoke the last line with a whisper, earning a displeased grunt from Elijah. You sighed at his reaction, aware of the distaste that he held for Jimmy; the boy you'd loved since you were fifteen.

"Ah come on, Y/N, you know how I feel about him." Elijah pouted, hoping to convince you somewhat. "Besides, it's not as though ya haven't watched it a million times." He retorted with a smirk, enjoying the way your head hung down in embarrassment at his words. He knew you were smitten. Hell, he was your brother. What didn't he know about you?

"If ya loved me ya would." Elijah joked, a feign pout on his pale face. Your eyes widened as you playfully hit his chest.

"Oh come on.." You whined, "don't be like that."

You couldn't help yourself emitting a small giggle at the banter, Elijah following suit before the pair of you erupted into a fit of giggles, though quietening down when you became cautious of the present audience still behind the curtain. You grasped his arm and threw it over your shoulder.

"C'mon then kid, let's get outta here." You said, mimicking his previous words to him.

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"Elsa's gonna kick our asses if she finds out 'bout this." Elijah whispered to you as you rolled your eyes. You huffed out a breath, turning to face your brother, standing at the entrance of the diner you frequented just on the outskirts of Jupiter.

"And when has Elsa ever found out about this?" You retorted, crossing your arms over your chest. Elijah delayed his response, knowing you had a point. You took his silence as his answer.

"Exactly."

The diner was a little cooler inside, a relief to the humid weather that had swept Jupiter over the last couple weeks as you prepared to welcome summer. The bell rang signalling your entrance and like clockwork, eyes peered over to the door where you and Elijah stood. You both sucked in a breath, exhaling your anxieties. Everyone was mesmerised by Elijah's appearance. Some stared with wide eyes, curious. Others grimaced before pushing away their plates of food. This by no means was an unusual occurrence though every time, it still hurt. His white hair and sickly pale complexion wasn't exactly hard to miss. Though the eyes, a blushing violet, was something at least you could share together.

You meekly smiled at the waitress behind the counter, watching you timidly as you and Elijah sat down, ordering two banana milkshakes. She paused a second before realising she'd been staring. Scribbling on her notepad she rushed behind to the kitchen, placing your order on a ticket. You attempted to make small talk with Elijah, recognising his obvious discomfort, hoping it would soothe him though with no avail.

"Do ya miss 'em?" He blurted out to you, so timid you almost didn't hear him. You could only peer on, tilting your head in confusion at the sudden outburst.

"Who? Our parents?" You both spoke of your parents often, how lucky you were that Elsa accepted you in, kept you out of the cold. But the unusual timing of the inquiry threw you off your guard. As perfect timing, the same waitress as before placed your milkshakes in front of you, a bored expression on her face as she popped her gum and twirled a strand of her red hair. You smiled a silent thanks, which she ignored.

"After anything else?" You knew she was hoping you'd say no and so you did.

You never did respond to Elijah's question, it settling heavily in your stomach. You did miss them. Though not as much as he did.

"Crap, El! We gotta go, it's almost nine!" You said, wiping the remnants of the cold treat from your lips. Elijah cocked a brow in intrigue, acknowledging you were never one to be home on time.

"Yeah? What's got ya so eager to head home?" He smirked, assuming you were up to your usual delinquent activities.

You hung your head in embarrassment, not wanting to admit to your brother aloud.

"It's Friday night... always meet Jimmy by the carousel at nine..." You spoke in a hushed voice, avoiding your brother's eyes, already picturing the look of disapproval. You were right, of course.

Elijah groaned at the confession, turning to you with a cocked brow.

"I still don't like that kid..."

"I know..."

You couldn't conjure a decent response, and you knew it upset your brother. But you couldn't stop thinking about Jimmy. It'd always been a fairy-tale fantasy for you; that he would fall in love with you as you did him. That one day, he'd marry you. But sometimes, there isn't always a happy ending.

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Nine fifteen. Shit.

You trudged through the grass, dress hiked up to your thighs as you walked quickly in hopes Jimmy hadn't thought you'd forgotten about him. As if you ever would. Even if you wanted to, you were convinced you never could forget about Jimmy Darling.

You panted out as you clutched at your chest, rubbing it to soothe the ache from how quickly you walked to the carousel. Though upon arriving, you frowned; Jimmy wasn't here. Or if he was, he wasn't by the old horse where he usually waits for you. You had to resist the tears that threatened to fall. Had he forgotten about you?

"Looking for something, dollface?"

The sudden voice piping up made you jump, though eagerly you turned around upon realisation of where the voice originated. You sighed a breath of relief, admiring Jimmy's features in the dim, warm light.

"You didn't think I'd forget, did you?" He asked, his tone teasing and playful. You replicated his grin, holding your hand out for him to take so that he'd join you by the carousel. With a wide smile, one that had you melting where you stood, he took your hand with confidence, seating himself down next to you. From his pocket Jimmy took out a cigarette and a lighter, he offered it you first like a gentleman though shrugged his shoulder when you politely declined.

"You're a bit late." He said with a smirk, scolding you.

"Was with Elijah... went to the diner."

Jimmy coughed the smoke he inhaled laughing, causing you to respond with your own.

"Elsa's going to kick your ass if she finds out." Jimmy stubbed his cigarette on the grass before continuing, "not as much as your brother though when he finds out you're with me."

You looked at the floor and sighed, not appreciating the mutual dislike between Jimmy and Elijah. If you were to be completely truthful, it hurt you; a lot more than you ever let on to either of them. You had hoped that Jimmy would be the man you married, and for Elijah to not approve would break your heart. You couldn't lose him too.

"I don't understand this little rivalry you have goin' on. You two used to be so close.."

Jimmy gulped, unbeknownst to you. You weren't wrong. Once upon a time, Elijah would've considered Jimmy his closest friend. His only one.

"Hey! Darlin'! " Jimmy would recognise the boy's voice anywhere. Usually so charming, though this time, Elijah was mad. Seething; Jimmy could practically sense the steam coming from his ears. Jimmy sighed. looking up from the wood he was chopping to face Elijah, his tall frame towering over Jimmy.

"Elijah, whatever you think I did, I probably did..." Jimmy played off cocky, masking the twinge of fear that struck through his body. Elijah interrupted him blankly, discarding Jimmy's words.

"I'm not here to play games, Darlin', I saw what ya were doin'." The way Elijah referred to Jimmy, with a cold and poisoned tone, didn't settle right with the brunette. Though he was curious to know what exactly Elijah was yapping about.

When Jimmy didn't respond, Elijah scoffed.

"With Maggie? A fuckin' fraud clairvoyant? Really Jimmy?"

Jimmy's face paled, suddenly feeling nauseous. Elijah rarely used his name, his real name and it sent a jolt of electricity through his body. Jimmy was silent and a response to which he couldn't fathom.

"Don't know what you're on about..." Jimmy muttered. He knew of your feelings towards him, he had ever since you were fifteen.

Elijah spat out to Jimmy, gripping his wrist in a painful grasp causing Jimmy to wince slightly.

"Don' play dumb with me, I'm not stupid." Elijah's eyes softened, though only for a moment, his voice hushed. "She loved you, Jim... probably like no-one else ever will..."

Jimmy laughed. It's all he could do. "What? Y/N? C'mon, El, she's like a sister to me."

"Well, she's not. She's mine."

Jimmy frowned, unaware of how to reply. He thought it best to remain calm, anything he did would simply trigger Elijah's anger.

"An' there's no way in hell that I'm gonna let her get her heart broken by someone that don't give a fuck about her." Elijah loosened his grip, not wishing to direct attention from the remainder of the camp. "If I ever, ever, find out that you've broken ma baby's heart, I'll personally come back and give you hell like you've never known it. Got that, pretty boy?"

"Yeah, I really don't know what happened, Doll. Sometimes people just break apart, y'know?"

You never had a reason to question Jimmy, he'd never given you one. Elijah would always tell you that you're love blind. Seeing Jimmy through rose-tinted glasses as he'd like to say. That nobody's perfect; not even Jimmy Darling.

But to you; he was everything. And you could've gone the entirety of your life without knowing the truth. That sometimes, there isn't always a happy ending.

#ahs #ahs freakshow #jimmy darling #jimmy darling x reader #evan peters #evan peters x reader

[sacredjake]

Teach Me

pairing: Professor!Sam x 21+ College Student Reader

word count: 3.6k

warnings: drinking, cussing. not much this chapter. let me know if i missed anything!

here we are! part one of Teach Me, my first series!! huge thank you to @malany-gvf as always for reading through this and letting me bounce ideas off of her, i love you lots <3. i hope y’all enjoy this :))

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This was it, your last year of undergrad. You have been majoring in Plant Biology at the University of Michigan for the last three years, and tomorrow was the start of your last year. You’ve been enjoying college, but you couldn’t wait to be done with school and actually move on to your desired career field.

Seeing as this was your last year, all students in the major were required to pick an elective with a lab. When you looked over the list before meeting with your advisor you knew immediately which elective you wanted to take.

Forest Ecosystems.

While you already knew about this course from your brother, Sebastian, who was the teaching assistant for the professor who oversaw the class, it jumped out at you because it encapsulated more than just plants. Plants were your main focus, but you were always looking to expand your knowledge. You also took this specific class with Professor Buckley because you had loose connections with the grad student who taught the lab. His older twin brothers were good friends with your brother, and although you never met him, you knew of him. He generally hung around with the twins and Sebastian, and from what you had heard, he was a good guy. Of course you were hoping that maybe in taking his class it would be an easier grade to make, allowing your focus to be on your core subjects. But worrying about classes can start tomorrow.

Now was the time for drinking.

You were currently at one of the local bars in the small town your school resided in. Although it was a Sunday night, every bar on the strip was packed with students who were either hammered or getting there, and trying to enjoy their last night of full freedom. You and your three roommates were no different amongst your peers. Each of you had been fairly buzzed before even making the short walk from your house to the first stop of the night.

There was always a routine when the four of you went out to the bars. It was the same rotation of bars every time and it never changed. You would start the night at one of the bars that was fairly calm, but still had your ears feeling full by the time you left. By the end of the night you were on a dance floor, shoulder to shoulder with random people, jam packed tight like sardines in a can.

It was the point in the night where your group would visit the bar with the large outdoor space. This particular bar was always in the middle of the rotation just because it allowed everyone to breathe and actually talk. The music outside this bar was never particularly loud like the music at the other places. You could always have a moment here to drink water, along with whatever the poison of the night was, and enjoy conversations with your roommates.

“I’ll grab this round, meet y’all at the table?” You took your I.D. from the bouncer and walked further into the building, where your roommates stopped and waited for you.

“Yeah, for sure. I’ll take a tequila soda please!” Chloe always ordered tequila sodas from this bar in particular. She claimed you actually got ‘bang for your buck’ as they always over-poured. You knew better than that though. The bartender had a major crush on Chloe and always gave her a little extra.

“You know what I want, I’m gonna hit the can. I have to piss like a racehorse.” Sadie walked away before you could say anything else. She wasn’t wrong though, you did know what she wanted. Her drink of choice here was a Budweiser, but specifically the bottle. Sadie was a country girl through and through, and she had the accent as well as the ‘to hell with you’ attitude to match. She was a sweet girl, and one of your closest friends, but she was definitely a firecracker.

“I’ll take a vodka redbull and I’ll go grab the waters.” Macie, who you were closest with, spoke up beside you over the loud music. Her drink of choice always changed depending on her mood. Vodka redbull was her go-to when she was on the tail end of her buzz and needed a pick-me-up. To be fair she had driven back in today from her home state, so it was expected of her to be tired.

“Alright see y’all in a few.” With that you headed to the bar, Macie went to the end of the bar where the jug of water and stack of cups sat, and Chloe made her way outside to snag your table.

There were people everywhere. You almost couldn’t see the bar top, but this was to be expected. It was also the reason why only one of you would go to buy everyone’s drinks. Weaving your way in and out of people was much easier when there is only one of you, and usually people didn’t mind letting you cut if they just saw one person. Unfortunately for them they didn’t realize you were ordering more than two drinks until it was too late.

You began moving your body in and out of the swarm of people surrounding the bar. You were looking for people who weren’t paying much attention, and men. Men always had a soft spot for a single female struggling to make her way up to the bartender. And boy did you use it to your advantage.

Just as you always did, you found your target. A group of guys were standing around and chatting away while they waited at the bar. It was time to worm your way in there.

“Hi, excuse me, would it be alright if I stood next to you? I’ve been trying to get up here for ages, but I can’t get through!” You lied right through the pleading look on your face. Luckily for you, this group of guys were already well into their night of drinking.

“Oh yeah! Sure thing! Hey, Dustin, move the fuck down so the lady can get in here!” The guy slurred over to his friend. If he hadn’t been leaning up against the bar he definitely would’ve been swaying.

A moment later an opening appeared along the sticky, wooden top. You squeezed your body into the space and leaned your weight against it on your forearms.

“So what’re you drinking?” The man next you slurred out again, the smell of beer pungent on his breath. It took everything in you not to gag.

“Oh I’m not,” You smiled at him, pushing down the urge to vomit on his shoes due to the distillery wafting from his mouth, “I’m just grabbing my boyfriend another drink!”

Another lie. You were definitely single, but you didn’t want him to know that. The word ‘boyfriend’ usually made guys back off, especially at the bar.

The guy just muttered a ‘Damn’ under his breath and wished you a goodnight. You thanked him for the bar space and did the same. Returning your attention back to the bar, you waited for a bartender to meet your eye so you could order. Thankfully you didn’t have to wait long before a bartender wandered up to you and you placed your order.

“Lying isn’t always the best way to get what you want, ya know? It’s deceiving.” The voice of a man came from your left, and you turned your head to meet the man who spoke. You looked him over, struck by how beautiful he was.

“Well I think it turned out quite well in my favor. As for it being deceiving, isn’t that the whole point of a lie? Besides, how would you know I was lying?” Your lips pulled upwards into a crooked grin, amusement in your eyes.

He was fairly tall, about 5’10, with long chocolate brown hair pulled into a loose bun, and a thick, but short, goatee. His eyes were also brown, but were layered with different shades and they turned downwards in a way that almost made him look sad had he not been smiling.

“It indeed turned out well in your favor, it landed you next to me.” His eyebrows shot up in a playful way, his smile expanding. As you went to respond, the bartender placed the drinks you ordered in front of you along with your receipt and a pen. You grabbed the pen and signed the thin, and now wet, paper.

“And to answer your other question,” You turned back to him as he spoke and you set the pen on top of the receipt and slid it to the bartender, “Maybe you caught my eye the moment you walked in with your friends.”

You gathered the drinks in your hand as best you could and met his eyes once more. “Well then, allow me to catch your eye again as I walk away.”

You shot him a wink with a wide smile before walking outside to join your group. Just before you made it around the corner you glanced back at him. You were not surprised to find his eyes tracking you through the sea of bodies. He raised his beer to you and dipped his head down slightly, smirking before taking a sip. You nodded back to him, and disappeared around the corner.

When you made it to the table to join the rest of the girls, you didn’t bother mentioning the interaction. They would only force you to go back and talk to him, try and get his number or hook up with him for the night. Not that you were necessarily opposed to any of those, but tonight was solely about you and your girls. You wanted to keep it that way.

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The night finally came to an end at 2am in which every bar closed down on the strip. Sadie led the way out the door, fighting the crowd of people with your hand in hers. Macie was holding your left hand, and Chloe was holding Macie’s left hand at the back of the group. When the group had made it outside, you all started to walk in the direction of your house. It was about a fifteen minute walk, so instead of paying for an Uber the four of you always just walked to and from the bars.

On the walk back you thought about how you hadn’t seen the beautiful man from that one bar the rest of the night. You wondered if maybe that was the only one he went to, or maybe the two of you just never crossed paths again at the others. Pity. He was very attractive, and you kind of kicked yourself for not at least getting his number.

“I didn’t tell y’all this, but I met a guy tonight while I was buying our drinks at Murphy’s earlier.” You and Macie were still holding hands, your arms swinging back and forth between your bodies as you walked.

“Oh? Do tell.” Chloe, who was in front of you, turned around to face you, walking backwards. Sadie continued to walk straight ahead next to her, but chimed in as well.

“Ooooo yes, please share.”

“I walked up to a group of drunk guys and asked if I could stand next to them at the bar because I had been waiting forever, which of course was a lie. After they made room the guy I had talked to asked what I was drinking, and I lied and said I was grabbing my boyfriend another drink, and he left me alone.”

“That’s it?” Macie turned her head to look at you, your arms still swinging.

“No.” You laughed at her impatience, shaking your head slightly. You told them about your short conversation with the man and before any of you knew it, the four of you had arrived home. Sadie took out her keys and unlocked the door, leading the way inside.

“So was he cute?” Macie continued to follow you up the stairs to your room. You knew she would want more information.

“Yeah he was cute. He was also just very like… I don’t know, pretty?”

“Pretty?” She plopped down on your bed while you made your way into your bathroom for makeup wipes.

“Yeah. Like he was attractive of course, but I’ve never seen a man so beautiful.”

You took your makeup off and washed your face while you and Macie switched subjects and chatted about your schedules for tomorrow. Macie was an Animal Science major taking the pre-vet route meaning neither of you had any classes together, and between the two of you, her last year was busier than yours.

“My first class is at 10:30 and I’m out at 4 on Mondays, but Wednesdays I have a lab that goes until 6.” She was now standing in your doorway leaning up against the wooden frame as she caught you up on her class schedule.

“That’s not entirely awful. I go in at 10 on Mondays and Wednesdays and I’m done at 3. However, on Tuesdays and Thursdays I go in at 9 for my elective course, but thankfully the lab is immediately after.”

“Oh yeah, that’s not half bad either.”

The two of you didn’t talk much longer, the clock nearing 3am. She bid you goodnight and shut your bedroom door while you rummaged through your drawers for comfier clothes to wear. As soon as your head hit the pillow you were out.

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Your first day of classes went well which you expected. Of course every professor that day began their lessons after going over the syllabus, which you also expected. This was a commonality among professors once you started your junior year as they had ‘so much material to get through before the end of the year.’ You didn’t mind though. Getting right to course work helped put you in the mindset you needed to focus. Slacking off early was always your biggest challenge.

On Tuesday you made your way to your only class for the day. Forest Ecosystems, the elective you had chosen. While you did have a lab after the course you considered them to be one long class.

You knew of a few people in your class, but you generally weren’t one to make friends with your classmates per se. Sure you had worked on group projects and assignments with most of them by this point, but you never hung out with any of them outside of class. You were glad to see that one girl you’ve been partnered up with multiple times was in this class and you decided to take the empty seat next to her.

“Hey Jamie, I didn’t know you were taking this course. Mind if I sit here?”

“Oh y/n hey! Yeah go ahead, it's all yours. I figured it could be a fun one to take. I’m glad to see a familiar face here, at least I know who to partner with if we have a group project or something.”

You took the seat beside her and set your backpack on the floor underneath the table. While you waited for the class to start, you and Jamie talked about your classes this semester and plans for after graduation. The two of you were in deep conversation about internships and whatnot when the professor finally walked in to greet the class.

“Good morning everyone, glad to see most of you showed up.” Your head snapped to the front of the room at the sound of his voice. Even without the noise of loud music to accompany it you knew instantly who the voice belonged to. Your eyes landed on the beautiful man from the bar standing at the front of the small lecture room as he greeted the class.

“As many of you can probably tell, I am not Professor Buckley. She is currently on maternity leave as she had her baby just a few days ago, and unfortunately, you are stuck with me this semester.” He was energetic and smiling, just the way he had been at the bar that night.

“I am Sam Kiszka, Professor Buckley’s Grad Student, but you can call me Sam… or Mr. Kiszka, whichever you prefer. I’ll be teaching this course and the lab portion for the semester. Professor Buckley will be joining us at the end of the semester closer to finals.”

You were hung on his every word, his every move as if anything he did was the most interesting thing you had ever witnessed. His eyes hadn’t grazed across you sitting there just yet, but you knew it was only a matter of time before they did.

“There is another professor who teaches this course, so if I am unavailable for whatever reason, or my office hours do not work with your schedule, please go see Dr. Rhone or his grad student, Sebastian. Their office hours, emails, and office locations are provided for you on the syllabus as are mine. Now,” He clapped his hands together as he walked around the desk in the center of the floor, “Attendance for this class is mandatory, yeah I know it sucks, I promise it wasn’t my decision, but it is something I have to do, so let’s move on to that.”

Sam began to read off the list of names, waiting for a response from each person before moving on. He made sure to take notice of each student when they responded, committing the name to memory. He made his way down the list until he called your name.

“Here.” You raised your hand slightly to better grab his attention. When his eyes found you, his smile grew just a fraction wider. He checked off your name, but paused before calling the next student.

“Y/n is it? Any relation to Dr. Rhone’s TA Sebastian?”

“Um yes, actually, he’s my brother.”

“You don’t say. Well glad to have you here, y/n.” He smiled softly at you, his eyes sparkling, and then continued to read off the list of names.

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The rest of class and the lab went on without a hitch. Except maybe that you couldn’t stop eye-fucking your professor. You spent most of the time daydreaming about him, unable to push the intruding thoughts from your mind. By the end of the lab you were itching to get the hell out there as everything Sam did drove you completely mad.

“Alright, that’s all for today guys, see you Thursday.” Sam concluded the class and tucked his papers away into their folders on his desk. You shoved your notebook and pen into your backpack as quickly as possible, needing to get far away from him.

“Y/n, come see me before you leave please.” His eyes flicked to you and watched as you hurried to pack up. Your heart rate started to pick up, fluttering furiously in your chest. While the other students made their way up the stairs to exit the room, you descended past them.

Sam was still compiling all of his notes and paperwork for the class when you approached his desk. He looked up at you, and then around the room to make sure everyone had left, leaning his weight on his hands that rested on top of the wooden desk.

“I wanted to clear the air with you before we continue on with the semester.” You nodded your head, showing him that he had your attention. “Had I known that you were Sebastian’s little sister or that you were going to be my student I would have never hit on you at the bar. This relationship must be strictly professional.”

You knew he was right. Nothing could ever happen between the two of you while he was your teacher. That didn’t make hearing it sting any less.

“I know, I understand.”

“Do you?” He gave you a questioning look, looking between your eyes, “Because the way you were undressing me with your eyes the entire class says otherwise.” A cocky smirk stretched onto his face as your cheeks flamed, heat creeping up your neck. While you were embarrassed that he noticed, you weren’t about to let him know.

“I was not undress-”

“Oh but you were, and while in any other situation I would’ve welcomed or even encouraged it, but it can’t continue to happen. Not only is it highly inappropriate for anything to occur between us, and it could cost me my job, but your brother would kill me,” He leaned forward leaving minimal distance between the two of you over the desk, “And when you look at me like that I can’t find either of those good enough reasons to not do something about it.”

Nothing could hide the shocked expression on your face. It was not shocking that he was attracted to you, you knew that from the bar, but it was shocking to you that he seemed to be struggling to hold himself back. It was shocking that you were the one testing his limits. And that was incredibly hot. You couldn’t deny the way his words had seeped warmth throughout your core.

Before you had the chance to say anything else, students began to trickle in for the next class. He stood up and cross his arms over his chest. It was your turn to wear a smirk as you waved your fingers at him in goodbye.

“See you Thursday, Mr. Kiszka.” His name rolled off your tongue dripping in sweet, yet smug, desire.

You didn’t turn around to look at him as you left, but instead made sure to swish your hips a little extra as you climbed the stairs.

Was trying to sleep with your professor something you should actively be trying to do? No definitely not, but you couldn’t ignore the way you wanted him. Maybe if you just got it out of your system once then you’d be able to focus clearly the rest of the semester.

Or you would just be hooked and need more of him.

There was only one way to find out, and you were up for a little challenge.

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[jimmy-snuggs]

logan finding out and getting mad - twin sister anon!

the GOLDEN rule - (j.snuggerud ft. l.cooley)

(just fiction of course!)

paring: cooley!sisterxj.snuggerud

type: fic!

requested!

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no teammates.

the no.1 rule that logan had for his little sister.

little as in two minutes younger than him. the cooley twins have never been apart. y/n followed logan all across the country for hockey, and college didn’t stop it. the twins were gifted in sports, but the one thing that they were the best at (and stuck with) was hockey. they were truly elite at what they did. both being incredible hockey centers for their respective USA teams, and now both playing for the minnesota golden gophers.

y/n never really got to know logan’s NTDP teammates, but it certainly wasn’t for the lack of trying. she would always be hospitable and try her best to talk and mingle — as one good hockey player and sister would do. but all the boys knew her, she was just simply amazing, gorgeous, and was a stellar hockey player. logan warned all of the boys off as he didn’t want one of his teammates perusing her.

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now, months later, y/n and logan are finally in college. logan is the cool brother who lets her do what she wants, with minimal big brother talk. except date a teammate. the golden rule.

now, normally this wouldn’t be a problem, as many of logan’s teammates in the past were egotistical and just wanted to show off y/n as a prize.

but there was a problem.

6’1, blond ish brown hair…. mr. #81, jimmy snuggerud; logan’s best friend, roommate and teammate. he was and is severely off limits, but man, did he have charm. he knew of the rule logan had set for her, and man he wanted to be the one who broke it. y/n thought he was perfect; he was kind, thoughtful, funny and incredibly gorgeous. on top of the fact that he played hockey. she knew that he was on logan’s usa team before, but never had the proper chance to meet or get to know him. jimmy looked at her like she had hung the moon for him. she was just so incredible. she was witty, feisty and smart — had a ton of knowledge that just complemented her charm, and she was truly a beast on the ice. the chemistry was suffocating.

being logan’s best friend, they were around each other constantly. the snarky comments, flirty side glares, ganging up on logan when he messed up… those two were quite a pair. everyone knew there was chemistry, except logan. he was clueless, and that’s how everything worked out perfectly… until it didn’t.

it took jimmy a month to work up the courage to ask her out. they both had a class together and would always pass notes. y/n loved those silly rom com movies (which he remembered) and wrote her a

“I’m not heath ledger but I would find a marching band and sing-ask you out if I could. coffee?”

- J

she was estatic and has been ever since that coffee date. he has treated her like a queen since day one, being there for all of the ups and downs.

three months pass by and the season is in full start. less and less alone time and it has gotten way more complicated to hide their relationship away from logan. the teams already knew about those two (knies is a blabbermouth) and always help them with hiding it from cools…….. until one day.

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It was an off day for the teams and for the school. a weird monday holiday which gave y/n & jimmy some alone time. y/n invited him over to her dorm to cuddle and watch movies all day. they were both big movie people and it became a little ritual for them. every other time, one would bring snacks and the other would pick the movie. being y/n’s turn, she picked the movie.

“babe! I picked star wars for movie day.” she said to him as he walked in, pecking him softly on the lips as he set down the snacks.

“In order or out of order?” he asked, knowing her tendencies to always — “empire strikes back first, love! like normal!” he laughed as they got comfortable, cuddling into the dorm bed as the movie started.

comfortable silence took over them as they intently watched the movie. it was now at the part where han is about to get frozen in carbonate. jimmy knew that y/n loved this scene, so entranced by her.. he didn’t even feel their phones light up next to them.

“y/n/n?” he whispered to her, grabbing her attention to her boyfriend instead of leia saying “I love you!”

“yeah?” she whispered back, getting closer to those pretty brown eyes.

“you know I love you right?” jimmy says pulling a piece of hair behind her ear leaning in to kiss her. it was the first time the L word had been involved in a conversation. they both knew it, but no one has said it.

“really?—-“ she says as the door slams right open, revealing a very shocked logan cooley.

“REALLY? HOLY!—“ logan booms as he goes straight to jimmy, pulling him up by the collar. “I had ONE! ONE FUCKING RULE!” slamming him into the wall, y/n jumps up, pulling logan off of jimmy. “you have NO RIGHT! this is my dorm, logan! I don’t care if I broke your stupid rule. don’t treat your best friend like this! YOU ASSHAT! your LINEMATE!! god.” y/n lectures to him as logan turns red.

“I texted both of you! but Y/N! you’re kidding me right now??? WHY! ONE RULE! especially JIMMY!” logan complains frustratedly as he brings his hands to his forehead, flabbergasted at finding his best friend and sister like this.

“because logan, it’s JIMMY! have you been around him?? seen him?? do you blame me?” y/n halfway jokes trying to relieve the tension.

“thanks babe. look, logan, you know I wouldn’t try to hurt you or your sister. I really didn’t mean for this to happen. I just couldn’t help it, I love her, man. she has been one of the best things that has happened to me since coming here.” he said to him, hoping that his best friend wouldn’t beat him up. logan’s eyes softened, looking to his sister who looked at jimmy with such admiration. he was stupid, blind even. they were good together.

“do you love him, sis?” he asked his younger sister softly, no longer frustrated or mad. just genuine.

“yeah I do. he literally is an angel, loog. the amount of stuff this man has done for me is insane. it hasn’t even been four months yet and this man has done so much for me. I don’t deserve him to be honest.” she said, looking over to jimmy turning pink.

“like what?” logan asked, sitting down at her desk instead of in a “I’m about to fight stance” against jimmy. he is in a “tell me more” pose.

“okay well one time he helped me sneak into the rink and practice my shot because coach got mad at me one day for me being off. there was one time that jimmy went to three different grocery stores to find the ice cream I like. he picks up on things that no one else does, loog. he knows how I always go on runs and then gets waffles after, he knows the way I like my coffee, he gets me flowers spontaneously like in the movies, he makes me laugh. he is my jimmy.” she spilled to him, causing jimmy to turn an embarrassingly shade of red instead of pink.

“my best friend, turning into a full simp for my baby sister? god who would have thought?” logan shook his head and stood up from the desk chair. the pair moves out of the way so he can walk to the door. jimmy stops him. “I love her, cools.” logan extends his hand out to shake it.

“I know. see you at the dorm, snuggs. bye sis! no babies please! DON’T WANT TO BE AN UNCLE THIS EARLY!!” he screams as he runs down the hall and out of sight.

“god that went better than I thought. I thought he was going to kill me for breaking his golden rule.” jimmy jokes as they get back to where they were before logan came in.

“that did go better than I thought, but it’s just because he knows you super well. he trusts you.” she tells him as she snuggles into his shoulder.

“I know. I’m glad because I wasn’t going to give you up that easily.” jimmy hums the tune of “never going to give you up” by rick astley.

“I love you even though you just rick rolled me.” she kisses his cheek as the lightsaber fight continues on the screen.

#jimmy snuggs fics #cooley!sisterxj.snuggs #jimmy snuggerud x reader #jimmy snuggerud #logan cooley #matthew knies #gopher hockey #hockey fic #hockey imagine

[randomchaosyay]

Please may I have Naruto Platonic headcanons of Naruto Uzumaki and Sakura Haruno with a childhood friend who is exactly like Yukio Okumura from Blue exorcist and he is also Sasuke Uchiha's younger twin brother. He used to be a crybaby and was picked on quite often during childhood. He grew out of it when he was 7 and started training as a ninja around that time and he became a Jonin at the age of 11. He didn't spiral on a path of revenge like Sasuke but it was clear the relationship between Sasuke and him was not the same anymore. *he did gain more fangirls than his brother though..and he wasn't picked on anymore*. He is a highly skilled Uchiha and that much was obvious.

Naruto's relationship with him from childhood to now

Sakura's relationship with him from childhood to now

Sasuke Uchiha's relationship with his brother from childhood to now

Kakashi's relationship with him

Team 7 - Platonic Childhood Relationships

Warnings: None

Naruto Uzamaki

- He always saw you crying and alone when you two were kids so from the beginning he liked you more than Sasuke

- He could empathize with the loneliness

- Once you guys werewere forced to hang around each other he didn’t really like you as much

- You were a stickler for the rules and a bit standoff ish and always surrounded with fan girls

- So he was jealous and found you annoying like he did with Sasuke

- But then came a day where he unlocked your Traumatic Backstory TM

- Because of that he was able to know you and understand you better and you two became close

- I think you and Naruto would have gotten the closest out of everyone and became really good friends

- Even in the war, you two would always look out for each other

Sakura Haruno

- She thought you were annoying at the start

- A crybaby, she thought your brother was much cooler than you and probably used you a couple times just to talk to him

- As your personality started changing though she started talking to you more

- After spending more time with her and team seven, as well as being a jonin at an exceptionally young age Sakura liked you a lot

- It was probably your mysterious personality she was drawn too

- However the more you hung out with Naruto the more she started liking and talking to Sasuke and using you again

- By the time the war was over though, you two put your past aside and managed to become pretty good friends

Sasuke Uchiha

- Before everything with Itachi happened you two were inseparable

- You did everything together

- But once it was all done, he slowly started growing distant

- You were all each other had and your bond deepend initially

- However that didn’t last long

- Sasuke hated your crybaby attitude and it wasn’t long before you drifted from one another

- Once you two had to spend more time together again it took a while for you two to get warmed up to each other again

- The past and his jealousy of you being a jonin greeting in the way of a stable sibling relationship

- It took a while but you two managed to make amends

- When he set out to take revenge on Itachi, he tries to convince you to come, hating you when you refused, hating that you were stronger than him and wouldn’t avenge your clan

- Your relationship was in shambles once again

- Once he returned you two worked together when you had to but still usually avoided each other when possible

- After the war was over you two started working on fixing your relationship once again

Kakashi Hatake

- He practically adopted you

- He saw himself in you and knew he wanted to protect you

- No matter the situation Kakashi was always there for you to help

- He became a very important father figure in your life

- Helped you learn a lot of the Uchiha techniques

- He helped you with your training as a jonin and went with you on your first few missions to get you used to it

- You two had a really close bond

- Once the war started he tried to get you on he easier missions not wanting to lose you in the war.

- You mananged to convince him you could handle the war and the two of you stayed together through thick and thin

- Once the war was over you helped him with his duties and made sure everything went well

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[lilacmingi]

ALICE IN WONDERLAND AU ♤ PART 2: JIMIN

My works are 14+ ONLY. If you’re under 14 DO NOT interact with me or my works

Pairing: Tweedle!Jimin x fem reader

Word count: 2,286

The pounding of your heart was so loud it's all you could hear as the man emerged from his hiding place in the cluster of towering plants. Stepping out onto the pathway was a rather innocent-looking man with honey blonde hair and gentle features. Round eyes, a button nose, and puffy, pink lips akin to the delicate petals of a flower. He donned a black and white striped shirt that hung off his shoulders, showing off his prominent collarbones and a pair of dark red shorts. Like Jungkook, this man was incredibly handsome as well. His visuals were breathtaking, like he had been sculpted by Aphrodite herself.

"Jimin." The man beside you vocalized in mild surprise, his body relaxing now that he knew there was nothing to worry about.

"Oh! Hello." The stranger responded, smoothing out his shirt and dusting off any leaves that clung to the fabric. "I haven't seen you around today."

"What are you doing here?" Jungkook asked.

"I was running away from the bandersnatch and needed somewhere to hide. Who's this?" He gestured towards you.

"This is Y/n."

Jimin's brows raised. "The Y/n?"

"The very same." Jungkook not-so-discreetly pulled you towards him, not liking the way his friend's eyes glimmered like that of a hungry animal.

"Ah. She grew up nicely." The blonde noted aloud, a small smirk pulling at his full lips while his eyes shamelessly raked down your figure.

Admittedly, you felt the slightest bit flustered under his gaze, not used to being so obviously (and brazenly) ogled at.

"Well, this is certainly a nice surprise. What brings you back here?" Jimin inquired, taking a step forward.

"Back off." Jungkook warned. "I was sent to bring her here."

"Oh?" Jimin's brow twitched in interest. "Why don't I tag along? I can keep you company."

"No thank you. I've got this under control." Jungkook responded briskly. "It was my job to fetch her, so I'll be the one taking her to the Hatter."

"You don't want extra protection? What if something happens to her on the way? Two is better than one, you know."

"Again, I've got this under control. Besides, if you tag along you'll just be a nuisance."

"Hey!" Jimin grabbed onto Jungkook's ear, pulling on it harshly.

"Ow!" He hissed.

"I was born before you. Have a little respect for your elders."

"Okay, okay! Ouch! Let go of me."

"You'd better be grateful I didn't pull on your precious bunny ears." Jimin huffed, crossing his arms over his chest.

Jungkook merely grumbled in response, rubbing his ear which was pink from the tight grip Jimin had on it.

The blonde then turned to you with a smile.

"It's a pleasure to see you here again." He bowed and took hold of your hand, placing a gentle kiss to the top of it, the action sending a light rush of heat across the apples of your cheeks.

"Ah. Yes, I'm sure it is."

"Where's the other one?" Jungkook asked, changing the subject and providing a good distraction so you could calm your racing heart.

"Oh. I don't know." Jimin shrugged.

"Other one?" You echoed.

"Jimin has a twin but no one ever sees him."

"Ever?"

"No. He's always off somewhere." Jungkook explained. "I only ever caught a glimpse of the back of his head."

Strange. You thought. Then again, everything here was strange.

"We need to make haste and get Y/n to the Hatter before the bandersnatch finds us. If that thing catches our scent we're dead."

"So you're letting me tag along?" Jimin's eyes glimmered with hope.

"If Y/n is okay with it then I suppose I can't argue." Jungkook sighed.

"The more the merrier." You smiled.

"Perfect! Right this way, milady." Jimin bowed, holding his hand out.

You accepted his offer, reaching out to take hold of his hand, allowing him to walk by your side as your journey continued.

"I'm glad you allowed me to tag along or else this little walk would be a bore."

"I beg your pardon?" Jungkook turned his head towards the older male, taking offense to his unprovoked comment.

"Oh come on." He chuckled. "You're about as interesting as a game of croquet with the Red King."

Pure rage burned behind Jungkook's once friendly eyes, the jab clearly striking a nerve for the bunny hybrid.

"This is why I didn't want you here. You always harass me and it irritates me to no end."

"I'm just teasing. Jeez you're so uptight."

"I'm not uptight."

"Hey, I have a question." You spoke up, hoping to distract the two and de-escalate the situation.

"Yes?" The two men turned to you, speaking in unison.

"Can't we just teleport to the Hatter?"

The two shared a look.

"Teleport?" Jimin echoed.

"Yeah. This is a dream, right? Anything is possible in dreams."

Again, Jungkook and Jimin looked at each other, a mildly concerned expression etched into both their features.

"Do you really think this is a dream?" Jungkook inquired.

"Yes. It has to be. There's no logical explanation to any of the things that have happened so far."

"I'm not sure how you came to that conclusion, but this is real." Jimin told you, his tone even and his gaze unwavering.

Come to think of it, every emotion you've felt since falling down the rabbit hole was very much real, though to be fair, some dreams are like that. They're so vivid that they feel as if you're actually experiencing them until you finally wake up and realize it was all in your head. Except you haven't woken up yet. You were quick to pinch your arm as hard as you possibly could with your free hand, wincing at the pain that shot up your arm.

"This is real?" Your voice came out much weaker than you intended.

"Of course it is, silly." Jimin chuckled, ruffling your hair. "I don't know why you're so surprised."

Now you just felt stupid. Of course this was real. Everything felt real but you were in denial, unable to accept the fact that you'd been walking beside a man with literal bunny ears and got chased by quite possibly the most frightening creature you'd ever seen. A creature that you knew didn't exist in your world. So now what? You're in some place called Wonderland that you've supposedly visited before yet you have no recollection whatsoever of being in a place like this. Oh and also there's some guy called the Red King who send that bander-thing after you.

You blinked a few times, bringing yourself back to the present before your thoughts could get too carried away. The last thing you wanted was to have a mental breakdown in front of these two.

In an attempt to distract yourself, your gaze traveled down to yours and Jimin's intertwined hands, taking notice of his adorable little fingers.

"Your fingers are so cute." You voiced your thoughts aloud.

"Are they?" He grinned.

"They are."

"You two should compare pinkies." Jungkook nudged you. "He gets embarrassed."

Now that he had brought it up, your curiosity was piqued.

"Is that okay with you, Jimin?" You asked.

"Of course. Anything for you."

He released your hand, holding his pinkie out as you mirrored his actions. An unintentional giggle left you when you saw the size difference. Jimin had possibly the cutest pinkie you'd ever seen in your life. It was short, pudgy, and oh-so-adorable. His cheeks turned a deep shade of pink at your reaction.

"I know." He murmured, lowering his head to hide his rosy cheeks that now resembled strawberry mochi.

Meanwhile, Jungkook was off to the side snickering at his friend.

You nudged Jimin. "It's cute."

"Thanks. I don't like my hands all that much. They're not manly enough."

"Ah that doesn't matter." You waved a dismissive hand. "Being manly is overrated, anyway."

"It is?"

"Sure. Being yourself is all that matters. Plus, you can't change the way your hands or fingers look. That's how you were born."

Jimin's eyes glimmered, his heart melting at your words. You're just as sweet as he remembered.

Jungkook cleared his throat, gaining your attention and causing you to look over at him.

"Aw someone's jealous." Jimin had a smug smirk on his face.

"I'm not." Jungkook denied.

You reached out and took hold of his hand. "I can hold two hands at once. No need to be jealous."

He cracked a small smile. "Thanks. You're just as kind as you were back then."

"I wish I could remember it."

Jimin's expression fell immediately. "What? She doesn't remember coming here?" He asked looking at Jungkook. "You don't remember coming here?" He pointed the question at you this time.

"Unfortunately no."

"Ah." He frowned. "That's a shame."

"It was a long time ago. That's probably why I don't remember. Then again, I'm not sure how I could possibly forget a place like this."

"There's no use worrying about it. It can't be helped. Maybe it'll come back to you eventually." Jimin gave your hand a reassuring squeeze, offering you a warm smile.

"I hope so."

Silence fell over the group as you walked along the cobblestone path, the quietude punctuated by the sounds of your shoes thumping softly against the flat rocks.

Why couldn't you remember coming here years ago? Was it that irrelevant? Surely not. You couldn't seem to understand how you could possibly forget a place like Wonderland. It's strange creatures, colorful plants, and hybrid inhabitants are something you'd like to think you'd never cease to remember.

"Y/n?" Jimin's soft voice pulled you from your thoughts.

"Hm?"

"You okay? You had this distant look on your face."

"Yeah, I'm alright. Just trying to figure out how I could've forgotten this place."

"Don't worry about that right now." Jungkook said. "Like Jimin said, it might come back to you. And being around familiar things could eventually jog your memory."

"Right." You nodded. "So how long until we get to this Hatter?"

"It's gonna be a while longer." Jungkook informed you. "Sorry."

"Are you alright? Are your legs tired? Do you need me to carry you?" Jimin asked.

"You couldn't carry her, but I could. Have you seen these guns?" Jungkook flexed his free arm.

"We can't see because of your lame tailcoat." Jimin shot back. "Plus, I'm fit. I can carry people." He puffed out his chest.

"I'm fine." You assured them. "My legs aren't hurting or anything."

"Very well then. If your legs or feet get sore let me know." Jimin said.

"Let me know too." Jungkook added.

"I will."

These guys have lost their minds. You thought. Why are they being so protective of me?

A loud thump that rumbled the ground beneath your feet caused all three of you to stumble and nearly fall, a distant roar making your heart drop.

"Oh no." Jungkook's face visibly paled. "The bandersnatch found us."

"Hide!" Jimin shouted and pulled the both of you into the tall plants lining the path.

"What if it gets me this time?" You asked worriedly, your hands beginning to tremble.

Now that you knew this was reality, the fear you felt earlier had tripled. The realization that you could die dawned on you in that moment.

"It won't." Jimin assured you, wrapping his arms around your shoulders.

He surprised you by placing a kiss on your forehead and started to run his fingers through your hair in and attempt to soothe you. Scared out of your wits, you buried your face into his chest and squeezed your eyes shut, a small part of you hoping that this really was a dream, though you knew better.

Another pair of arms wrapped around you and upon a quick glance over your shoulder you saw it was Jungkook.

"It'll be okay." He assured you. "Jimin and I won't let anything happen to you. You have my word."

You nodded, your fearful eyes following the bandersnatch that was now in your line of sight, sniffing the air to catch a whiff of your scent. As it moved closer you tried your best not to scream.

"Y/n." Jungkook grabbed your shoulders, turning you to face him. "You have to go on alone."

"What? Why?"

"It's gonna get you if you stay."

"No." You shook your head. "How am I supposed to navigate this place on my own?"

"You'll find your way."

"What about you and Jimin?"

"We'll be fine. We can take care of ourselves."

You looked to Jimin for reassurance.

"Jungkook is right."

Jimin pulled a slingshot from his back pocket and snagged some rocks from the dirt and grass below, loading one into the pocket.

"Y/n." Jungkook pulled his chained pocket watch out. "On the count of three, run."

"I don't know if I can do this."

"You can." Jungkook assured you while swinging the watch around to gain momentum. "Run and don't look back."

"You'll be okay." Jimin added, kissing your cheek.

"Y/n, you ready?" Jungkook's asked, glancing over his shoulder.

You nodded, swallowing even though your mouth was dry as a bone.

"One."

The bandersnatch grew closer.

"Two."

You sucked in a deep breath and prepared to make a run for it.

"I guess this is goodbye for now. Maybe we'll see each other around."

"I hope so." Jimin said.

"Three."

Jungkook leapt from the plants, swinging his pocket watch and hitting the bandersnatch directly in the eye while Jimin started launching rocks at the beast, reloading the slingshot in the blink of an eye. You took this as your opportunity to flee, scrambling to your feet and bolting down the path, not bothering to look back.

➯ Part 3: Yoongi

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[leggerefiore]

Imagine being a simple little human reader and chilling in your best hybrid friends house, your bored and decided to make a pillow fort as a joke and your hybrid finding it like 'i-is that a nest? Has reader made a nest in my house?! Are they saying we're mates now?!?!' Reactions from whoever you want (the submas twins would totally phone eachother for help those (or tell the other to get his ass there or else the other might miss out))

cw: pokehybrid au, fluff, Volcarona Twins

pairings: Ingo/Reader, Emmet/Reader

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You coming over to spend the day with the poor Volcarona hybrid was not unexpected, admittedly. Once he had told you that he often found himself quite lonely when Emmet's schedule was full of work while his was not. He was forced to take some time off from work due to concerns of him overworking himself once more and nearly passing out at his desk the other day. He argued it was more of the fact he was a nocturnal creature by biology yet was up in the middle of the day, but you and Emmet were not having it.

So, today, he was off from work, and you had come to visit him. It was nothing special; nothing for him to take note of. He had offered to prepare some food for you both and had left you in the living room while he was doing so. Nothing was out of the ordinary. He quickly prepared a light meal from assorted things in his cabinets and refrigerator. Ingo was always eager to help make sure that you ate properly, just out of his nurturing nature. He re-entered the living room with the meal on a tray. Then, he nearly dropped it.

You…

You…

You had made a nest in the middle of his living room! He felt his body run even hotter than it normally did, nearly melting the tray in his hands. Casually, you laid in the middle of your mess of pillows and blankets, giving a playful grin to the moth hybrid who stood stiffly observing the scene. You motioned him in, but he could barely react. Thoughts rushed through his head of both relief and uncertainty. Ingo had been interested in inviting you to be his mate, yes, but he had not expected you to take such a brazen approach. His poor heart raced at everything. He left the food near you and stepped back into the kitchen to pull out his phone.

“Em-Emmet!” he cried into the receiver after his brother answered, “Our friend has built a nest in our living room!” A gasp came from the other end of the line as quick footsteps echoed audibly.

“Really?” Emmet cooed, “Oh, is it for you or me? We both live there.” Ingo did feel a bit horrified at the realisation the nest may have been intended for sharing with his brother over him, but he also shook his head. That simply could not be. You had motioned him in! It simply was an action you would not do for a nest's unwanted person.

“I was motioned in,” he told his brother proudly, “I do believe it is time for me to move on to the next step in my life.” Ingo would admit he felt bad for leaving his brother behind, but some things you simply had to do without your twin. Emmet would forgive him in time, he knew. A hum came from the line.

“I will be there in fifteen minutes,” came the reply of his brother, “Do not do anything until then!” The call was then hung up. Ingo rushed into the living room, choosing entirely to ignore his brother's wishes. You cocked a brow at him as he took careful steps toward your impromptu structure. It would almost appear as if he were nervous about entering it. You laughed at his behaviour.

“Ingo, are you not joining me in here?” you asked, “It's pretty warm.” You shifted under your blanket with a hum. He finally joined you with a deep blush across his cheeks. It was a strange sight, but you knew he also acted pretty strangely with physical touch, unlike his twin. You were pretty close in the small space, his wings nearly making it difficult for him to fit. His antennae twitched as he moved a hand slowly to grab your own. You tilted your head at his actions. Before you could open your mouth to ask why, however, the apartment door was flung open, and the younger twin entered hastily.

A gasp came from him when he spied you both in the pillow fort on the floor, Ingo's hand holding yours. Your hard work was soon destroyed as Emmet attempted to squirm his way in with a deep pout. He pulled you against him and glared at his brother, who mimicked his expression perfectly. Had it not been for their different clothing, they truly would have been impossible to tell apart. “I told you to wait,” Emmet cried, “I have liked them longer than you have!” You felt your cheeks go warm from his sudden confession. Ingo stood stiffly as he shot a harsh look to his brother.

“I was the one invited into their nest,” he argued, “Which you have now destroyed!” Your what? You felt completely lost by his words. The twins stood opposed from each other in the stalemate until you finally shook yourself free from Emmet. Standing away from them both, you cocked an eyebrow at each of them.

“… That was a pillow fort,” you corrected their confused thoughts, “It was for fun because Ingo looked a bit sad.” They both were immediately stricken by your words. Ingo was now mortified you had not truly confessed to him in such a blunt way, and Emmet excited that your heart was not set on his twin. The younger one bounded toward you with a sweet grin and big eyes, clearly wanting to say something, but the older twin stopped him.

“I love you dearly,” Ingo said with a frightening ease, “Please, allow us to become mates… Nothing would make me happier in this world.” Emmet gasped at his brother's words. Then he shoved him off and rushed toward you, pulling you into a warm hug.

“I love you more!” Emmet cried, “Brother is boring! Choose me.” He attempted to rub his cheek against yours but was foiled by his antennae.

You took a deep breath and choose…

#ingo x reader #emmet x reader #pokemon x reader #ingo/reader #emmet/reader #pokehybrid au

[xreader-obsessions]

Summary: The story of how you find out your best friend is an assassin. Jacob Frye x Reader Part 1 Part 2

Finding out that Jacob was involved in a fighting ring just made you more curious about your friend and who he was. Based on his skill in fighting and the money he made off of it, you wondered if it was his full time job.

Come to think of it, you met his twin sister before, who you got alone wonderfully with, but no one else from his family. And evertime you offered to visit, he always canceled so you never got to know where he lived. You never pushed too hard for answers to respect his boundaries, but your curiosity was starting to drive you mad.

Your determination and confusion was only fuled when you found a mysterious letter on your doorstep one morning.

"You've never seen the real Jacob Frye. If you truly wish to know who he is, you must see him in the town. Go to the alley between the housing and factory on Jackson street at 8:00 pm if you want to see his true colors."

A carriage waited for you on the main street outside of your house hidden away from curious eyes. Then when you felt it was time, you made your way behind the industrial building. It was the loud shady area of town that you last visited with Jacob. This place was dirty, loud and frightening. Dark shadows fell on every corner and the deafening clanking sounds from the working factory kept you on edge. Maybe that was why you paid no attention to the first figure that scrambled and stumbled into the alley ahead of you.

He was afraid and held his hands up in defense and fear. You paid him little attention until someone you knew stepped into the flickering light of the gas lamps. Jacob.

Jacob gripped the pleading man by the front of his shirt and light reflected off the brass knuckles Jacob wore as he raised his fist to him. Logically you knew you did not have the full picture, that there must have been something else going on to justify what you were witnessing, but your heart said otherwise.

"Jacob?" You called out to him in a weak, questioning voice and hoped he did not react. You wanted it to be a case of mistaken identity, but it was not.

"(y/n)!" Jacob looked up at you in shock, his mouth was hung open and his eyes were wide. The expression immediately vanished when the man he attacked bolted down the alley. Jacob froze, unable to decide whether he should stay and face you or catch his target.

"Who sent you here?" He demanded then immediately changed the subject, "You can get in a lot of trouble for being seen here with me. Please, just leave." Worry seeped into his voice when he asked you to leave, but before you could make your decision, he himself ran off into the maze of alleyways.

Jacob avoided you for days after the incident. You patiently waited on him to feel ready to confront the topic, but your patience wore thin. This went on for three days until you became determined to see the man who wrote you the letter. His name was Maxwell Roth,the owner of one of the nearby factory districts. You recalled hearing Jacob talk about him before to Evie and from what you over heard, he was Jacob's business partner.

Maxwell Roth's office sat on the top floor of his manufacturing factory. Since you were never invited to the factory, you worried over how your unwelcomed arrival would stand with the man of questionable character. So you stood outside the carriage that was parked in the docking area of the factory. It seemed appropriate since all the carriages carrying shipments to and from this building stayed there. You took a deep breath, asked the driver to wait on you for a half hour at most and proceed towards the front door.

It was actually a sliding bay door that was as large as a wall and, thanks to the wheels that were attached to it, slid open when you pushed it. Beyond the wall was a mess of fire, smoke and sweat.

The ringing and clanging sound of iron striking iron was so loud workers had to shout to each other just to be heard. Strong men covered in sweat labored over shaping metal with heavy hammers and sparks flew at them with every hit.

Small children with soot covered faces ran around the factory floor to complete their assigned tasks. Others shoveled piles of dark coal into furnaces that belched out dark pillars of smoke. Metal rafters criss-crossed high above your head and added to the massive size of the building. The ceiling and rafters were so high above your head, you had to look up to even notice them.

You wandered up a set of narrow, but massively tall stairs that ran along the front of the left wall. They lead up to a small looking office that had windows covering the upper half of every wall so the manager could always keep an eye on his workers. Even though it seemed impossible for anyone to notice you among the chaos of the floor, you quickly ascended the stairs and was spotted.

The boss resided in the office, sitting behind a large desk with a smug smile as he waited on you to enter the room. He obviously knew you were coming after all.

"Mr. Roth" you politely greeted from the doorway before stepping in, "I came here regarding the letter you sent me a few days ago. I did not expect you to manage your workers so poorly."

He stood and chuckled at your naive expectations and your guts for having your opening statement be so rude and rejecting. His lack of communication angered you and you chose to speak for him in an attempt to get him to talk.

"Jacob. He works against you doesn't he?" You questioned bluntly after piecing everything together. Maybe Jacob worked with this man at one point in time, but there was no way he would tolerate this type of business.

"Yes he does. He attacks my industry, kills my best men. All to sabotage our work. "

"Based off what I've seen here. It seems he's doing the right thing. You make children slaves, create deadly work spaces for your people and ignore their needs and further the poverty in this town. You need to be stopped."

"I work against Starrick just like him. We should be partners!" He objected, "but simple people like you and that rat don't seem to understand that. Besides, if Jacob was doing such good work, why would he hide it? We all know he doesn't want you or anyone to know about his work. I must say he's done quite well at keeping the two separate. You're the only person he knows that I've been able to track down after all. Besides his sister."

"That's why you sent me the letter? To expose him and have me betray him? To make me believe he is as evil as you?"

"Oh, I had more in mind than just that." He said with a smile as he drummed his fingers along the desk. "It lured you out of his safety, which is more than I could have asked for." Alarm bells went off in your head as you realized this whole conversation was made to stall and distract you. By the time you turned around there was already a large figure blocking the doorway.

He reached for your arm, but you quickly moved it away and punched the hulking man right in the throat. Out of breath and confused by the sudden turn of events, he became an easy guard to slip past.

Your dress was restrictive enough to slow you down as you raced to the carriage, but not enough to let you get caught. Due to the extra fabric that fell in front of your feet, it was also very easy to trip on if you miss stepped as you weaved your way through the active working floor.

Thankfully, your driver was alert and sped off the moment you were in the carriage. The momentum caused you to fall in your seat and everything jostled from side to side. You were successfully out pacing the goons when your driver was attacked. He fell off the stand and tumbled down the road as the horses charged on from fear. The carriage was now out of control.

Immediately you leaned out of the carriage and gripped the ledge that was above the door way and found footholds along the bottom of it. While gripping onto the jerking vehicle with every ounce of strength you had, you shimmied along the carriage till you were up front. You refused to look down while moving, for the blurring ground was only a reminder of how fast you were moving and even though it was not at the speed of a train, it was terrifying.

You placed yourself behind the reigns and pulled on them while talking softly to the animals. They slowed but were still panicked and uncontrollable as they whined and pulled from the direction you guided them in. Soon, they calmed down with the help of your soft voice, and once you regained control, you pulled the whole carriage around towards the fight.

You placed the carriage protectively in front of your driver and jumped down from the bench. His leg was wounded, and his body was bruised from the fall. Scratches lined the sides of his arms, and blood ran down them as he used them to protect himself. Slinging his arm around your neck, you helped him into the carriage as your enemies surged forward.

You jumped back into your carriage before the enemy could grab you and sped down the road once again. It still felt impossible for you to have full control over the carriage's movements and you had to remind yourself that you were controlling animals, not a machine. It was overwhelming with the wind in your face and sounds you could not tune out.

You swerved as a carriage collided with the back side of your own. You struggled to keep straight and avoid hitting pedestrians while you were pushed further and further towards the building walls along the right edge of the road. At this point, it was almost too late to fight back since there was no wiggle room, but you tried.

You pulled your reigns harshly to the left, the horses whined in surprise and your carriage jerked left with enough force to move your opponent. Then you repeated your actions without giving them time to recover, causing a wheel to break under the stress and immobilizing the enemy vehicle. The victory was short lived as two other carriages replaced the decommissioned one.

Since they could easily wedge you between each other and make sandwich you, you decided to run. The horses darted forward at your command and kept a fast pace. You locked your eyes on the road ahead and refused to look back as the thugs gloating and yells plagued you. They were closing in, and it was a reality you did not want to witness until you heard a figure fall onto your carriage's roof.

You did your best to steady your breath and remain calm as the hijacker only came closer to you. The fear only increased as he sat next to you and revealed himself to be your missing friend. You were not ready to face him after everything you just learned, and the anger etched in his handsome features was not helping ease your worry.

He seemed to take his anger out on his environment. He took the reigns from you and slammed the side of your carriage into one of the enemy's until they were driven off the road. Then, you heard the sound of gunshots and instinctively bowed your head. Jacob did not though. He went rigid then looked over his shoulder to see where they were coming from.

He studied the figures behind him, then spotted a passenger on the last carriage that was running them down. He threw the reigns back into your hands, giving you control over the carriage once again, and order you to steady it along the other.

Without question you did as he asked as he returned to the roof. With a running leap, he landed on the other cart, pulled one man from his seat to throw him to the road and stabbed the driver so he too fell. The carriage began to swerve now under the frightened horses' control. Instead of taking it over, he returned to the carriage you steadied, took the reigns, and sat in silence as he drove.

You had never been so afraid of the man's calm and calculated rage. He never gave you a reason to fear him before. But now that you did, tension and fright weighed down on you as you sat next to him in silence the whole ride home. You did not dare say a word as he was left quiet and stewing in his own anger. Thinking over everything he was going to say to you the whole ride. He felt his anger and frustration keep building onto itself until you arrived at the train hideout where he would let loose.

"I told you!" Jacob cut himself off feeling overcome with anger, "I told you to leave this alone."

"Don't you dare blame this on me," you shot back with just as much venom in your voice, "The only reason I was even there tonight was because you just left and it worried me," your words quieted Jacob's anger as he absorbed the meaning of your words. "I was looking for some type of rational explanation for what I saw you do in that alley. So sorry if my actions seemed a little rash, but at least he was offering to help."

"Help? You didn't even know who he really was!" You fell silent, feeling hurt by him calling you ignorant. "You just looked for your answers, not caring who you were trusting to get them."

"What's going on over here?" Evie questioned as she entered the train car. You took her distracting entrance as an opportunity to wipe tears from your eyes and calm your beating heart.

"She knows." Jacob replied simply with annoyance lining his voice.

"About what?"

"About us...Evie. This whole thing. Roth told her everything."

"Technically, I don't know everything. Just that you've been killing blighters and other men." You stated then whisper to the side, "which I am not entirely against since they're mad men."

Evie just shook her head in sane disappointment and gestured for you to sit down by pointing to a booth seat. You listened, arms still crossed and your body still tense. You glared at Jacob like a pouty child. Maybe you would feel ashamed if he was not doing the same thing to you.

"Both of you need to stop your bickering first off and figure out what really happened." Jacob attempted to cut off his sister but was quickly shut down, "Why don't you start (y/n). Seeing Jacob here cannot hold his tongue."

"Well, Evie. I started getting mysterious letters that I now know were from Maxwell Roth. I knew I should have ignored them, but they promised me answers to things about you and Jacob I had to know....then one came with an address on it."

"So you just start trusting to meet any stranger on the street?"

"Jacob!" Evie barked at him sharply, causing the young man to pull back. Evie then changed her tone to address you, "Roth manipulated you then. Used your curiosity against you?"

"Yes," you admitted in shame, "I came across Jacob fighting men in an alley. I left before I saw too much and didn't want to believe what I saw. I knew there was more to the situation, but Jacob disappeared on me. And Roth promised to tell me what happened that night, and I was desperate to clear his name." Jacob's eyes shot up towards you in surprise, and his guard lowered. Not many people gave a ruff looking man like him a second chance.

"He wanted to meet me at his factory today. So I went. He told me Jacob was killing his 'innocent' workers and tried to turn me on him. When I wouldn't, he sent men to kidnap me or worse. I ran, then Jacob appeared and....saved me."

"And Jacob, what did you see?" Evie asked.

"I saw her at the factory grounds. Getting into a fight she didn't belong in just because she was curious and too trusting." Anger still resonated in his voice and his arms tensed as he clenched his fists. "I saw her commandeer a run away carriage with men chasing after her."

"So you're upset at him for ignoring you and you're upset at her for being in danger. But it seems to me if you were honest to her, she wouldn't be in danger." An odd sense of pride washed over you as she supported your side of the story, "but (y/n) you shouldn't have been so foolish to fall for this trap."

"It's not like I knew I was getting into something this risky." You fought back. Jacob stood to his feet and paced as he mumbled curses, annoyed by your insolence.

"I'll tell you everything. Jacob and even I are a part of a clandestine organization. We're assassins. Our purpose is to restore peace, order, and freedom to this city's people. We are working with the Rooks and other officials and our work has changed this place more than you know."

"So you kill bad people in order to help change the oppressive hold or influence corrupt people might have on the city?"

"Yes. And the man you met tonight, Maxwell is an ex-Templar and one of our main enemies."

"He mentioned someone named Starrick. Said you both worked against him. Is he a Templar as well?"

"Yes. We can go over more in the morning if you want to stay the night."

"I'll make sure the Rooks know she's on our side," Jacob stated before quickly leaving the train car and entering the next one.

Evie was much more caring about being a good host to you. She grabbed extra blankets and a pillow from compartments that were hidden through the train and made a temporary bed for you on one of the plush train seats. She also gave you a tour and showed you where to grab some food if you got hungry. She also advised you on which cars to avoid, as they were used as bedrooms for herself and one for her brother.

The train felt endless as you walked from car to car, making you realize the scale at which the two assassins are working at to own so much. To put it simply, they were rich and earned that money through their grim deeds.

You decided to turn in early for the night, your mind swimming in new information that maybe you would be better prepared to understand in the morning.

#jacob frye x reader #x reader #fanfic #assassins creed fanfic

[gardenofnoah]

part one: you’ve been running behind, i’m afraid you’re too late

wc: 5.7K chapter tags: MDNI, dark content (domestic abuse/physical abuse within a romantic relationship (not between reader and shinsou), general violence, nonconsensual quirk use??, graphic descriptions of injuries), ptsd, healing and forgiveness, undefined relationship between reader and shinsou, gn reader (no pronouns), pet names (“angel”, “baby”), probably inaccurate description of shinsou’s quirk idk

Kyoji was good to you. He was older, he was handsome–he exuded a confidence that you’d not yet been privy to. He spoiled you, really–with gifts and dinners and glimpses into a lifestyle that your young naivety latched onto–you liked him for that. You were taken by his charm, and how he always knew exactly what to say. 

The very things you adored seemed to turn to sharpened weapons that nicked at your skin. But he was careful not to draw blood until he knew he had you.

You’d met at UA, you in your second year and he in his last. You were inseparable from the start–you hung off his arm like a little trophy he could carry around. What he’d ever done to earn that, you’ve no idea now. 

Hitoshi had been weary of him from the start. 

“I don’t know, angel,” he told you, sprawled across your extra long twin bed while you did your hair in the little mirror that sat on your desk. “He seems a little…” pausing between words, treading carefully, “off.”

You’d gotten angry with him at that. You told him that he just didn’t like that you were happy and not hanging out with him–that he was only jealous that he couldn’t follow you like a lost puppy anymore. Your words had very clearly wounded him, but he recovered before you could think too much of it–the hurt bleeding back into his practiced indifference. 

“Just be careful, okay?” he asked quietly as you all but tossed him out of your dorm. “Call me if you need anything.”

You’d brushed it off, along with everyone else's thinly-veiled warnings, and continued to see Kyoji. Things were going well enough–he graduated and took you with him. There might have been something foreboding about it, but it was fleeting and you didn’t put up a fight–didn’t dig your heels in at all as he was picking up the boxes made up of everything you were before him and loading them into the back of his car. You completed your last year at UA from the bedroom of the apartment you were suddenly sharing–all tall ceilings and chrome appliances. All for show, sparking and without a sign of life–just how Kyoji pictured it. There wasn’t a sign of you anywhere–all of your boxes had ended up in a storage unit not far from UA. They hadn’t even made it the whole drive to the apartment–it hadn’t taken long at all for him to convince you that he could buy you things that were far nicer than what you had in them. 

You still saw Hitoshi, but your interactions were rare. If he caught wind that you were on campus for any reason, he’d seek you out–joyfully ignoring the cold shoulder you usually tried to give him. He’d loop an arm around your neck, laughing at the way you bristled at his touch. You pretended not to notice how forced it was–how he raked his eyes over you, searching for something you didn’t want him to see. Both of you caught in a bizarre performance of make believe in front of your other friends, who all regarded you with the same, thinly-veiled apprehension. Scanning for something that wasn’t yet there, but that surely would be. All of you a group of dangling marionettes, creaking clumsily toward the final act.

Kyoji didn’t like Hitoshi. He’d made that clear from the beginning. He thought that your relationship with the purple-haired hero was strange, going so far as to tell you that Hitoshi was “toxic”– someone who was “isolating you from the people who cared for you”. The fact that Hitoshi behaved like he did–mostly aloof, eager to wound with his quick tongue–made it an easy sell, despite him only ever regarding you with a gentle fondness. Kyoji stressed that he was only worried, because clearly Hitoshi had manipulated you into some semblance of friendship with him–one that was surely only transactional to him. It had always been clear, to Kyoji–who was wiser and older and only ever wanted the best for you–so you let him steer you away from Hitoshi. You closed your eyes when he turned you away from your other friends, too–letting him take the wheel. He knew better than you did, you were sure. 

Now you know it was bullshit, but you were in love, supposedly–you believed him because you had no reason to doubt him. And he loved you–he told you so, in all of his elaborate, and often very public, displays of affection. Each overblown effort made you uncomfortable, but he’d gone through so much trouble–and made sure you were aware of it. So you let him love you like that, even if it left you feeling a little hollow. 

You scoff at the memory, now. Curled up in the corner, locked in your bedroom. Bruised and weak, you reach for your phone on the floor next to you. You scroll until you find his name.

He watches your face pop up on his phone on the coffee table. Half asleep, he reaches to pause the movie he’d been watching, and presses the green button by your name.

“Hi, angel.” he murmurs through a yawn. 

“Hitoshi,” you croak, and he’s upright immediately. By your tone, he knows you’re not safe. He curses himself for not catching this sooner–he should have known that things had gotten worse when you stopped answering his texts a few weeks ago. He’d given you space, hoping that time show you what kind of person Kyoji really was, but it’s apparent now that it only served to isolate you further. He’s made up his mind, though–the gears in his brain slip into place automatically, and he won’t let himself feel remorse over what he’s about to do–not yet, anyway. He’ll ask his questions–give you the chance to lie to him, like he knows you will–but he’s already decided. He hopes that you won’t hate him for it. 

“What’s going on?”

“Just–” a sharp intake of breath, like it hurts you, “so tired. I’m so tired of this.”

He takes a breath himself–deep and rattling in his chest, pleading with himself to keep a level head. He needs to, or he won’t be able to do this. He just needs to get you out–to get you somewhere safe. He squeezes his eyes shut, and pictures your reality–alone, hurt, and curled into yourself. He feels his pulse pick up, and tries to think of something else.

Questions be damned. He needs to do this now. 

He says a quick, silent prayer to whomever is listening. To please let this work. To make you understand–to maybe forgive him, one day. 

He steadies himself, and opens his eyes.

“Are you hurt?”

“Um–no, I don’t know, I–”

He’s flooded with pain, all at once. Sharp and radiating, in his eye and over his rib cage, and across his throat in a way that feels suspiciously like–

You were hurt, then. 

He’s overwhelmed by the full range of your emotions, too, as intimately as if they were his–shock, at first. He jolts as you startle, like the lights have just flickered out during a heavy storm. He feels the moment the recognition hits you–when you realize what he’s done–and he feels it when you start to fight it. 

“Please stop,” it’s a whispered plea that comes from him, into the receiver he keeps up to your ear. He hears your breath hitch.

“It’s okay. You’re okay,” he says, and he’s moving now–already down the front steps and out the door.

It’s effort, like this–he wasn’t sure if he would even be able to use his quirk over the phone. He’d asked Aizawa about it, who eyed him for a long time before he’d answered simply, “You should really think about it.”

And he has, but he sees no other option. Hitoshi knows, very acutely, that he is hurting you– that he’s not doing a good thing right now. The thought of it turns in his stomach, but he can’t stop. Not until he knows you’re safe. 

He envisions your body in his mind. It’s fuzzy, at best–the outline of you is warbled and distorted, but he can do this. 

“We’re gonna move now, baby,” he rasps, suddenly fatigued by the exertion of keeping himself moving and keeping you in his grasp. Like a villain, he thinks, and promptly ignores.

He starts to move you and the feeling is nearly blinding–you’re in pain. His own rib cage seizes and it knocks the breath out of him. 

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” he tries to placate you, even though he knows it’s shallow, “We just need to get you standing. Can you do that for me?”

It’s stupid of him to try to ask anything of you right now, and he hears you echo the sentiment–you’re still fighting him, though not as valiantly as before. He can feel how exhausted you are, and it’s not your injuries that make his chest ache now. 

He hurries past a gas station and realizes he’s closer to you than he thought. He hadn’t been paying attention, not really–hadn’t even bothered to disguise himself with more than his black hoodie pulled over his head. He hears voices to his right and realizes that he really didn’t think this through–that he could easily be caught off guard right now, with all of his focus on you. Driving wasn’t an option, though–it was dangerous enough just for him to try to walk and do this.

He catches himself trying to create distance in his mind. To call it this, instead of naming it. Because if he allows himself to recognize what he’s really doing to you, he won’t be able to keep you under his quirk, and he just needs to get you out–

He feels a bump to both knees, and he realizes that he’s gotten you up and moving. He sees the vague outline of your bedroom window, and thanks whatever god is up there that you live on the first floor. Now that he’s closer to you, your body is more in focus. He can manage like this.

He comes to a stop at a street corner, less than a block from your house. He takes a breath in, and focuses again. 

“Okay angel,” he says, keeping his voice soft, “we need to get this open. I’m going to be gentle, but it’s still going to hurt.”

It does–immediately. Having to lift the window with one arm to keep the phone to your ear–the only way to keep up the connection–is putting too much strain on the fractures of your ribs. He feels you thrash in his mind, and he almost wishes he could hear your voice, just so you could scream at him. He wishes he could at least give you that. 

All at once the pain is cut off and bleeds into something different. Panic, he recognizes. Hitoshi feels the adrenaline spike in your body and realizes he’s run out of time. 

He needs to get you out now.

He takes off in a sprint toward the direction of your apartment. His hold on you falters, only for a second, but it makes you stumble. He feels his own fear spike. 

“I’m coming,” he tells you, and it comes out like a plea, “I’m right there baby, just hold on–”

He hears the yelling as he rounds the corner. He sees you then, half way out the window, and he knows if he lets go of you now, you won’t make it out. 

He feels a bruising pain wrap around his wrist, and he goes cold.

Hitoshi makes it to the window before he knows it and lets you go. He wraps his arms around your middle as you go limp, and when he looks up, he is face to face with the man who did this to you. 

Kyoji, who is still crushing your wrist in his hand. 

“What the fuck,” Hitoshi grinds out, and it is lethal when it leaves him, “are you doing?”

“What am I do–” 

He doesn’t give Kyoji any time to give a real answer before he’s in his head. The fatigue is stifling, but his adrenaline fuels his quirk. The grip on your wrist falls slack. He pulls you the rest of the way out of the window, careful not to aggravate your ribs further. You whimper, not yet fully conscious, as he sets you down gently in the grass.

“Give me one second, angel,” he tells your limp form, brushing your hair back from your eyes.

He takes a step forward, as does Kyoji–rigid and clearly unwilling, but he moves despite himself, because he’s no longer in control. Through the window, Histoshi takes a long look at him, and feels nothing but contempt. He lets it bleed into the connection between them–feels only a white, hot anger coming from the man in his hold, and it makes him smile.

“You won’t make that mistake again.”

He watches from outside himself, then, as he leads Kyoji’s hands through the open window. Hitoshi feels nothing as he slams it down over his fingers. He lets the bastard go right as it connects.

Hitoshi hears the crunch of splintering bone, and only watches as his victim comes back to himself. Feels nothing as he watches him process what has just happened. And then, as a howl of pain breeches the silence, a sick part of him howls back—feeling more than a little justified. 

He watches for a second more, and then turns his attention back to you. Still limp in the grass–whether you’re still unconscious or you’re pretending to be, he isn’t sure, but he couldn’t blame you if it was the latter. Hitoshi gathers you in his arms, and you don’t fight him. He wonders if you have any fight left. 

“I’m so sorry,” he whispers, rubbing his cheek against your temple in some vain attempt at comfort as he walks, “I’m so sorry.”

Hitoshi is a nervous wreck. 

He fumbles through his own kitchen like he’s never been in it before. He opens cabinets, closes them, and opens them again. He’s opened the fridge at least three times in the last five minutes, like something will be different each time he opens it.

He has no idea what to do with himself. 

He comes to a stop, finally, in front of the counter and braces his hands against the cool stone. He lets his head hang and takes in a deep, shuddering breath through his nose. The only thing he can focus on is the knowledge that you are asleep in the next room.

He’d brought you in and set you on his bed, checking to make sure none of your injuries were life threatening. When he was satisfied that they were not, he turned on his heel and all but sprinted out of his room, closing the door as softly as he could behind him. Sleep wasn’t an option for him after that. 

“Fuck,” he breathes, knuckles straining in their grip on the countertop. He was nothing if not cowardly. 

He nearly comes out of his skin when his phone rings next to him. He spares it a glance, and feels his stomach lurch when he sees who it is. He hits the green button, and it’s not a second after that the voice on the other end lays into him. 

“You fuckin’ idiot,” Bakugou seethes, “what did you do?”

Hitoshi has never experienced Bakugou as quiet as he is right now. The silence on the other end of the line stretches and expands like a living thing–it’s suffocating, but he allows it to drag on. He won’t be the one to break it.

He hears Bakugou sigh and lets out a breath of his own.

“The injuries–” he says finally, sounding tired in a way that Hitoshi hasn’t heard in a long time, “are they–”

“Not life threatening,” he grits, hearing the strain in his own voice, “I can take care of them here. But Bakugou–”

“I get it,” Bakugou cuts him off, gruff. For the first time in Hitoshi’s life, the constant of his harsh inflection is a comfort. “Was fuckin’ stupid, and you’re real lucky I was the one to respond. But I get it.”

Hitoshi says nothing. He can’t say anything. Bakugou sighs again, long and resigned. 

“I’ll handle it,” he says finally, and Hitoshi can barely breathe, “Just take care of your shit.”

“I will,” he whispers, but Bakugou has already hung up.

He stares at the phone in his hand then, like it might come alive at any second. Now that he knows what he can do with it, he thinks he ought to throw it down and crush it under his heel. 

His mind goes back to where it always does–to you. He knows that it’s a vile thing he’s done, and he doesn’t know how he’ll face you now. He just couldn’t stand the way your voice cracked every time you called–he isn’t too proud to admit that he was afraid. He’s responded to so many of these calls, and he knew of the few that heroes didn’t make it there in time–he doesn’t know what he’d do if he lost you like that. He couldn’t sit and wait for that to happen–that was never an option. 

He sighs, squeezing his eyes shut. He tries to resign himself to what's coming when you wake up. Tries to tell himself that it will still be worth it if you hate him–and he knows that it is, because you’ll be alive. But he will be another man that you can no longer trust, and as much as he deserves that, he can’t stand it.

He swallows thickly, setting the phone down and pushing off the counter. He supposes he could at least make himself useful and get some food ready for you while you slept.

You don’t know how long you’ve been awake, but it feels like far too long.

Every jagged intake of breath rattles an ache through your rib cage. It shouldn’t feel like that, you think, but the thought fizzles out of your mind with the rest of them. It’s enough effort to force your lungs to inflate. You reach out a hand, slowly, ignoring the pain that radiates up your arm when you close your fingers around the sheets beneath you. They’re soft, and they’re not yours. But you knew that.

You don’t have the luxury of survivor’s amnesia. You remember everything. 

You won’t cry. You wish you could, and you think it’d do you well–but to cry requires energy that you just don’t have. So you blink your eyes open through the sting, watching the fuzzy outline of the ceiling fan come into focus. It whirls around lazily, and it seems silly that it’s not doing much of any cooling, but you think that maybe Hitoshi couldn’t stand for things to be still when he put you there, so he turned it on. 

Hitoshi.

You suck in a breath, gritting your teeth at the flash of pain. You feel it everywhere, and you are catapulted back into the feeling of your limbs moving against your will. It makes you want to curl into yourself, but you have a feeling you’d risk puncturing a lung if you did, so you lay there and let the feeling wash over you, pinning you to the bed. 

You might be angry at him–you can’t be sure. You feel what could be anger, broadly, but you have a feeling that it’s true target is beyond Hitoshi, beyond Kyoji, beyond the way you’ve been rendered immobile more times than you care to count. You can’t reach it yet, but it is certainly there. 

You know that your injuries are severe, but that they will heal. The physical ones, anyway. You don’t know how to go about healing what lurks beneath the surface–what’s been circling in the dark for years now. You’d reached a point about a month ago, when the verbal abuse became physical–a new place, one without much feeling at all–that had startled you at first. But you found it was better when you allowed yourself to lean into it–the physical pain from a throttled neck or a broken bone paled in comparison to the vast emptiness of the quiet void you could escape into. But the feelings come back, as you lay here, and you yearn for the dark nothing again. You know suddenly that it’s not the broken ribs keeping you here in this bed.

Despite every nerve in your body screaming at you to stop, you push yourself to a sitting position. It takes a while, and you have to twist like one of those wooden snake toys you had as a child. You feel your bones clink off one another similarly, and you breathe out something that sounds to you like a laugh. It’s ridiculous, the whole thing–to be reduced to something so fractured and still feel the need to stand up and keep going. It’s hard for you to see the merit in that right now, but you do it anyway. 

Hitoshi nearly comes out of his skin for the second time that day when he sees you standing in the doorway out of the corner of his eye.

He looks at you and he knows he should stop, because he’s not in control of his face right now and he wants to be composed for you. But he is not, and he knows you can see it. 

He can’t look away. There’s a bruise that spans from your cheekbone to your eyebrow that he’s fixated on, which feels like the safest place to look right now because he knows if he looks at the one across your throat, he will lose out to the animal growling in his chest. Knows he will walk out the door and not stop at Kyoji’s broken fingers. 

He squeezes his eyes shut, taking in a deep breath. When he looks at you again, he can’t tell what you're feeling. You are more devoid of emotion than he’s ever seen you, and it scares him. He opens his mouth, because the tension is crushing him.

“I–”

“Overstepped.”

He blinks, unsure if he’s just hallucinated. It isn’t until he watches your mouth move around the words that he’s sure he didn’t.

“You overstepped,” you say again, flatly. 

“I know,” and he does. He thinks that’s an understatement. “I’m sorry.”

He watches the corner of your lip curl into something he doesn’t recognize. 

“You’re sorry.” You repeat him like you’ve never heard the words before. “What is it that you’re sorry for?”

“I know that I shouldn’t have used my quirk on you,” he says, too quickly, “I just knew that he hurt you and I was–”

“You were what?” the tone of your voice is a warning when you cut him off, “hoping to be the hero that saves the day? You were inside me–did you think that wouldn’t hurt me?”

“No–I know it did,” he hears the plea in his voice and hates it. He knows he has no right to ask you to hear him. Really, he shouldn’t say anything, but he keeps talking anyway. “I know it did, and I’m sorry, I just knew you needed help–”

You cut him off with a bitter laugh, and then a hiss, hands hovering over your abdomen like you’re trying to wave away the pain. He feels it in his own body, quirk or not. 

“I never asked for your help, Hitoshi.”

He’s quiet then, feeling the phantom ache spread to his limbs. He knows you didn’t–it’s not often that abuse survivors do. It didn’t matter how close you were to him–you were out on that island alone, all the same. 

“Would you have ever?”

You glare at him. You open your mouth and close it just as quickly–he hears your teeth clack together like you’re biting down on what you really want to say. He watches you think about it. 

“No.”

He sighs, running a hand over his face. He knew the answer, but it’s not any less jarring to hear you say it. 

“I didn’t feel like I had a choice,” he whispers, “I didn’t know what else to do.”

You let out a laugh–clipped and indignant. A knife, thrown right at him. 

“You didn’t have a choice?” you snarl, and he wants to grab his words out of the air and swallow them, but he knows he’s too late. “You took over my body and you want to talk about choice?”

He can’t say anything. He watches the emotion flood you and knows it’s his doing. 

“Jesus Christ,” you laugh, “did you ever consider asking me what I needed, before you did that? Or did you think that being a hero meant you knew better?”

It’s startling, how on the mark you are. The shame lumbers over him like a tidal wave– he’s never asked anyone what they needed, not really. He just acted. He was always just acting, never thinking first. Until now, the former made him a great hero.

“What I really need is for everyone to get their fucking hands off of me and to let me have the control that I deserve to have over my life.”

He can’t look at you, and he knows for that he is a coward. He knows that he has done something so unforgivable and he hates the way he wants to get on the ground and beg for your forgiveness anyway. He knows this is the part where you walk out of his house and never speak to him again. He considers telling you that he’ll call someone to come get you so you don’t have to stay here.

And that thought gives him pause, because there he goes again–deciding what’s best for you. 

He wants to stop doing that. He’s been looking at you as a statistic, and that alone breaks his heart, because you are his best friend.

You are his best friend—the love of his life—and you are hurting right now.

So he gathers all of his resolve and meets your eyes. He tries very hard not to flinch away from the anger you pin him with when he asks, “what do you want to do right now?”

Your face twists with an emotion he doesn’t recognize for an instant, and then it’s gone, and there’s that blank, unfeeling look staring back at him. You sigh, and it surprises him when he hears it tremble. 

“I–there’s blood. On me.”

“Yeah,” his voice is a whisper, “do you want to shower?”

You sag against the doorframe, like someone’s let go of your strings for the first time. He smothers the urge to go to you and hold you up himself. 

“I don’t think I can stand,” you rasp, eyes shut tight. 

“Can I run you a bath?” he asks gently, rising to his feet.

You nod tightly, watching him as he approaches you. He stops a foot in front of you, cautious. 

“Can I help you to the bathroom?”

You eye him like you think it’s a trap, and it’s a twisted knife in his chest. But he doesn’t waver—he waits. He leaves room for a no. 

He bites back the relieved sigh that wants to escape him when you reach for him. 

It takes a minute to figure out how to support you without hurting your ribs. You settle for looping your arm through his, and he covers it with his other hand, careful of your wrist. He gets you to the bathroom and sits you on the toilet while he turns on the faucet. 

“Hitoshi.”

He almost doesn’t hear you, over the water, but the shake of your voice has him whipping around, posturing to protect–

“Don’t do that again.”

And it’s him, then, who has hurt you– who continues to hurt you. He watches the tears pool in your eyes and feels so, so sick. 

“I won’t,” it’s quiet, but he hopes you understand that he means it, “not ever again.”

The water that ripples around your body is tinted pink. You wonder how long you’ll have to watch pieces of you slip down the drain until you’re whole again. 

For a while you just sit–the warm water offers some small comfort if you close your eyes and pretend that this is a regular day for you. That you’re not coming apart at your seams. But the temporary lull is interrupted when the water grows cold. 

“Hitoshi,” you call, quietly. You have a feeling he’s sitting just outside of the door. 

“Mm?” He is.

“The water is cold.” 

“Do you need help getting out?”

“No, I–” you struggle a bit, to vocalize what you need, despite so adamantly wanting that not 20 minutes ago. All of your bravado from earlier has slipped down the plumbing with the rest of you. “It’s cold.”

You think you can hear his brain go through the mental gymnastics routine you’ve tasked it with, and you try to feel a little sorry for him, but before you can get too carried away he catches up.

“Can you pull the curtain closed?”

It’s hard, and it hurts, but you manage. “It’s closed.”

You hear him come in and kneel beside the tub. You watch him reach into the water–the water that’s saturated with you–to grab the plug from the drain, and your heart kicks in your chest. 

“Hitoshi, the water is all–”

“It’s okay,” he says gently, and you hear the seal break with a little bubble beneath the surface, “It’s alright.”

He lets about half of the water out before he twists the faucet. You feel the water warm up again and you sigh, trying to relax a bit. Hitoshi dips a hand into the tub, moving the warmth around.

When it’s full, he twists the faucet back and moves to stand.

“Do you—” the words taste uncertain when they leave you, “do you think you could sit here with me?”

He doesn’t hesitate this time, and it makes you feel a little better. You hear him move to sit next to you–you watch his outline through the curtain. When you look down, the water is clear. 

“I shouldn’t have yelled at you,” you whisper. Not quite willing to apologize, but still feeling like you should say something.

“Yes, you should have.”

You pause, and when the tears come, you let them. “I’m tired, Hi.”

He lets out a breath at the nickname and you wrap your arms around yourself, needing to feel some sort of comfort.

“I know you are, angel.”

The silence is stretched between you, but it’s permeable this time. He’s trying to extend an olive branch—you decide to let him. 

“Will you help me out of here?” you ask quietly.

It takes some maneuvering to get yourself standing, and when you gather the bravery needed to draw back the curtain, Hitoshi is already holding up a towel and looking starkly away from you, the tips of his ears a little red. You’d laugh if you could, but instead you just lean into him and let him wrap the towel around you. It’s warm, and you realize he must have put it in the drier at some point during your bath. The consideration has you stepping out of the tub and further into his arms–wrapping yourself around his middle before you can think better of it. He goes rigid for only a second before you feel his arms around your shoulders, caging your head in and pulling you closer. It’s startling how familiar it feels–how safe it feels, despite what he’s done–and you don’t fight the sob that tears through your throat when he presses his cheek to your temple and runs his fingers through the damp tangles of your hair. 

He sways gently, rocking you like he’s consoling an infant. You don’t have it in you to be anything but comforted by it. You let out a broken whimper of his name through your tears.

“I know, baby,” he murmurs as you gather the material of his shirt in your fists, “I know.”

Before either of you know it, weeks have passed. You haven’t mentioned leaving and Hitoshi wouldn’t dream of asking you to go, so you stay. He takes every day as an opportunity to gain your trust. 

It’s a fickle thing–he notices every time you flinch away from him when he accidentally brushes against you. He notices how far you sit from him on the couch, and how quiet you’ve been. It hurts tremendously, but he knows it is his fault. He’ll give you all of the time and space you need. 

He cooks for you–both because he’s not sure how else to care for you right now, and because he just likes to know that you’re being looked after. He remembers how often he’d call in the middle of your “dinner”–something frozen and microwaved because Kyoji hadn’t bothered to follow through on the plans you’d made and you were left alone. Hitoshi thinks this is the best way he can help you heal–to make sure your body gets all of the vitamins it needs. It’s a small thing, really, but he hopes it means something. 

He sees you out of the corner of his eye–leaning against the doorway, watching him. He smiles softly at you before he continues slicing the vegetables he’s picked out.

“What are you making?”

“Soup,” he tells you, sliding the cubed carrots off the edge of the knife and into the broth that boils beneath it, “seemed like a good day for it.”

He hears you hum, a sweet little affirmative that makes him smile again. He pulls a potato from the vegetables in front of him and turns it over a few times in his hands–checking for blemishes and wondering if he should cut it differently than the carrots, to give it some variety–if you’d appreciate the extra effort.

He startles when he feels pressure between his shoulder blades–goes rigid when he realizes it’s your forehead pressed against him. 

“Angel?” he croaks, cautious.

“I’m trying, Hi.”

He lets out a breath, setting the knife down in front of him. “I know you are.”

“I just,” you start, pressing a little harder into him to emphasize your frustration, “I don’t want you to think that I’m punishing you–”

“Hey,” he calls to you softly, trying to interrupt whatever self deprecation is happening in your brain, “I don’t think that. I know that it’s going to take some time.”

You sigh, a strained thing, and when you wrap your arms around his middle, he indulges himself in the unbridled relief that comes with the knowledge that you want to forgive him. He looks down at where your hands cross over his abdomen–the bruise on your wrist is nearly faded now. A tiny yellow stain on your skin. He wants to smooth it away with his thumb, but he doesn’t–he keeps the ball in your court and his hands glued flat to the countertop.

“How are you feeling?”

“I’m…” you pause, thinking about it, “I’m okay.”

“Yeah?”

“Mm.”

“Alright,” he murmurs, looking over his shoulder to get a glimpse of you, “you want to go find a movie to watch? The food’ll be done soon.”

You hum, untangling yourself from him to do just that. Hitoshi finds that the weight of your absence is far heavier than he expects it to be.

It’s a start. There are undoubtedly things you still need to say and questions that you need answers to. He’ll give them when you’re ready. For now, he reaches to turn up the flame on the stove, stirring the broth with new intention.

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Childhood Crush with Will Byers (Male!Reader)

Part Two

Hi!

I've never written headcanons before but I've read loads, and I wanted to give it a try!

I want to make it clear that this isn't a whole age gap thing between the reader and Will, the reader/you will be the same age as him.

Will Byers x Male!Reader

Warnings: Cursing (literally only 1 time)

Thanks for reading!

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So you've been apart of the party since season 1 AKA before shit went down

You had always kinda been closer with Will than the other boys

You were the "tough one" of the group, even though Mike, Dustin, and Lucas would never admit it

You had to grow up fast because your parents worked all the time

And you had three younger siblings

(one set of twins and then the youngest, who's a toddler)

But the party not-so-secretly planned the campaign hangouts for when they knew your parents would be home

Or someone else came to watch your siblings

Because you worried a lot over them and would not be able to take your mind off of them the entire hangout

Anyways- I got a bit carried away with backstory there

The reason you were closer with Will was because he got teased a lot and was just generally quieter

Which made you protect him/be the more extroverted one in your friendship with him

When Will went missing you were the first to bring major alarm

When Hopper came to investigate you were clearly panicking but were just trying to figure out where he went or if he was safe

Because you cared a lot about him

He was one of your best friends

Yup, friends.

When Will came back you would barely leave his side

And ever since then you two were basically inseparable

Through all of Will's suffering

Through every following event (*cough* season *cough*)

You were right there.

When Mike and Lucas got girlfriends and Dustin went away for camp, you two took solace in each other like never before

Hanging out literally every free second you had

(You had gotten much more after the twins got old enough to watch the youngest by themselves)

Oh, and you were crushing on each other hard

Like- if the others weren't so immersed in their own cringey problems they would've seen through you two like you were both in a glass closet

Will would vent to you about how the party was split up

And how no one wanted to play DnD anymore

So you encouraged him to press further, see if Mike and Lucas would break out of their girl obsessed shells

Dressed in a cloak and tall hat and holding a stick Will shouted in the basement.

"CALL ME BY MY FULL NAME!"

The other boys were unimpressed but played along

Teasing and snickering at him

You were getting annoyed at their behavior

This poor boy (that you totally didn't have a crush on)

Had gone through so much

And just wanted to play DnD like the old days

But no.

They just had to sit there and basically ignore Will and his efforts

You held your anger back, not wanting to upset Will further

When it got too much for even the sweet quiet boy

Shouting at Mike and ripping off his costume, Will stormed up the stairs and to the garage

You followed closely after

But so did Mike

In the garage the two boys went at it

Saying things they regretted in the heat of the moment

And then that line.

"WELL IT'S NOT MY FAULT YOU DON'T LIKE GIRLS"

Will looked at Mike with betrayal and hurt

But Mike- the stubborn kid- didn't apologize

After basically telling Will and you to grow up, you both pedaled away

And went to Castle Byers.

Will was angry and upset- rightfully so!

You sat with him as he cried in the small fort

Wrapping your arms around him you held him as an effort to comfort him

Rain pouring down around you

Will looked at the drawings hung around him, even his Will the Wise drawing

His shaking hand reached up to tear it down, his intentions clear

Your hand shot up and held his wrist gently, pulling a gasp from his throat

You shook your head and looked at Will with sympathy

"Don't. You know you'll regret it," you whisper to him

"But it's stupid and childish!" Will cried, taunting himself and beating himself further down his hole of hatred

"Why? It's your home."

"Will, look at me."

He did

You gently lifted your hands up and cupped his cheeks, brushing the pads of your thumbs under the bags in his eyes

Most likely caused by the nightmares you wished you could comfort him from

And dried his tears as best you could, leaving him hiccupping as more flowed down

"Will...?"

He looked at you with wide, questioning eyes

"Can I kiss you?"

The question left him speechless but in a moment of pure emotion

All of it having built up inside his chest

He lunged over to you and connected your lips

It was wet with his tears and the rain that had managed to leak in from the cracks in the roof

But it was perfect

You poured every emotion you'd harbored for the boy into that kiss

Every stolen glance

Every yearning in your heart to hold him, to dance with him, to just look into his eyes for hours

Everything felt right.

Will had finally felt whole again

He'd found the thing he seemed to have lost years ago

And as you held his waist

And he cupped your face

Nothing could've been better than that moment.

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My first attempt at headcanons! I don't think it went very well in the traditional idea of headcannons 😅

I enjoyed it nonetheless!

Let me know how you liked it?

-Author Max <3

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