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mirkwoodshewolf · 6 months

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Metal type; Eddie Munson x reader

*Author's note*

Well this came at a funny moment, plus after seeing some posts of how Eddie Munson and Patrick Verona from 10 things I hate about you are similar, I figured why not do this fic with a fun little twist at the ending. Unlike my Halloween fic there's not much warnings here but I'll still list them as followed:

Warnings: parental death, grief, drugs (not hardcore just cigarettes and joints mentioned), some angst but ends with fluff at the end.

Enjoy the fic my darlings :)

Taglist:

@plethora-of-things

@waddles03

@psychosupernatural

@gay-and-ready-to-cry

@jd-johndeacon-or-jackdaniels

@queen-paladin

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There’s been a lot of rumors going around lately. Now me I typically stay out of that gossiping chain because it’s just a bunch of hens clucking up the coop where they don’t need to be sticking their beaks into. But when the rumor’s involve (Y/n), that starts perking up my ears like a deer.

Now lately my girl’s (well at least in my head she’s my girl, I haven’t gotten the balls to ask her out yet but I have my reasons! Like this for example) been going through a rough patch. Her mom just passed away from breast cancer and it’s been hard on her not only having to go through the whole funeral process and trying to figure out how to keep the house, and trying to deal with all of that whilst still going to school and trying to finish off senior year.

She shouldn’t need all this stress. She deserves to have fun her last year of school, not be dealing with house mortgage, trying to sell her mom’s stuff or put it in storage, keep paying off the funeral and hospital bills, Jesus Christ she shouldn’t deal with this. Now I have tried to at least help her but she’s been pushing me away telling me and the guys that she’s fine and that she doesn’t want to burden us with all this family drama.

Now I may have been young when I lost my mom, but I remember the stress that Wayne felt having to go through mom’s stuff since my old man sure as hell wasn’t going to do any of it. But that’s not even the worst part of the rumors.

Hawkins is a small town where everyone knows everyone blah blah blah blah, but there is a new face that’s been around Hawkins since the start of the new year. Some guy from Seattle named Patrick Verona. Now if I’m honest, he seems like a descent guy. Good taste in music, pretty metal looking, not into sports or anything like most guys are. But he’s been hanging around (Y/n) far too much and he doesn’t even go to our school and yet people are saying they’re dating.

Again I’ve tried not to believe the rumors but I have seen how Patrick seems to be there whenever (Y/n) is too depressed to be around anyone else. Always having an arm around her, allowing her a shoulder to cry on, and even kissing her tears away. I can do all of that, hell we’ve been friends since middle school! Why can’t she allow me to do any of that stuff for her!? I want to be there for her so why isn’t she letting me help her out!?

It was lunchtime and once again (Y/n) hadn’t shown up for lunch. I silently munched on my pretzels.

“(Y/n) not joining us again?” I heard Henderson say.

“Nope.” Said Jeff.

“I think I heard she went off with that Patrick guy again. Saw his bike coming up during third block just before the lunch bell rang.” Said Gareth.

“And my best guess is she’s gonna miss Hellfire again.” Whined Wheeler.

“Back off Wheeler!” I snapped throwing a pretzel at his head. “She has a very good excuse to miss so many meetings. Grief isn’t something that can just be put on hold like a stupid laundry basket game or a dentist appointment.”

“Ow! Jesus…..” Wheeler whined.

“He didn’t mean it Eddie.” Henderson tried to lighten up Wheeler’s insensitive comment.

“Really cause I think he was making a statement on how I should run my club. Am I wrong Wheeler?” I sneered lowly.

“No Eddie I swear I didn’t mean it like that. I’m sorry.” Even for his weak-ass apology, I dropped it and went back to my snacked lunch.

“To be fair though Eddie, normally this many missed Hellfire meetings results in automatic banishment from the club. You sure you ain’t just going easy on her because you love her?” Gareth said bluntly. I smacked him upside the head.

“Continue to say stupid shit like that and I’ll think about the banishment for another member of this group.” I threatened which got him to shut up and look back down at his tray. When I looked up I soon spotted (Y/n) heading for the back doors.

Quickly I grabbed my lunchbox and chased after her. I at least wanted to check up on her and see how she’s been doing since last I saw her a week or so ago.

“(N/n) wait! Wait!” I charged out the main doors of the school and she turned to face me.

“Oh Eddie, it’s you.”

“Yeah, sorry bout that didn’t mean to startle you.”

“You didn’t.” she looked extremely exhausted. Bags upon bags were under her eyes and the poor thing looked exhausted. The usual bubbly girl that I loved was nothing more than a shell of her former self. Hell this girl would even sleep in class, the one thing she’s never done for as long as I’ve known her.

“So—so listen I uhh—I know it’s been hard lately for you. But I-uhh…I was wondering if you’d like to uhh…..have a movie night after Hellfire at my place? I’ll let you pick out any of your favorites, even if it’s that cheesy rom-com shit that I don’t like.”

“Eddie, that’s sweet of you but I—”

“Hey girlie, everything alright here?” that Australian accent (which I think is fake) came up and soon Patrick came up wrapping an arm around (Y/n)’s shoulders and in his other hand a bag of McDonalds, all the while holding a toothpick between his teeth.

“Everything’s fine Patrick.” My jaw ticked as (Y/n) introduced us, “I don’t think you both have been properly introduced. Eddie this is Patrick, Pat this is Eddie Munson.”

“Ohh Eddie? The Eddie Munson? Well nice to meet you mate.” Being the gentleman, we both shook hands and I said trying not to sound condescending.

“You too man. Nice ride.”

“What that old thing? A hand me down by my dad. Trying to save up for a real sweet ride. May even take this little lady for a joy ride. God knows she needs it.” He lightly jostled her which made her smile what almost resembled her real, sunshine smile (the smile that I always got out of her, the smile that rivals all the stars in the sky, the smile that I wish I could make her do again, but they all seem to be reserved for Patrick Verona now).

“So uhh about……” I started back up the conversation between (Y/n) and I but she said.

“Eddie I’m sorry but Patrick and I have some plans tonight. Maybe some other time?”

“Yeah, yeah sure no uhh—no problem. Just figure I’d offer.” I said nonchalantly as I stuffed my hands in my pockets and kicked a couple of pebbles at my feet.

“And Eddie, about Hellfire I……”

“No need. Your temporary leave is still accepted. Just come to me whenever you’re ready to return.”

“Thanks for understanding Eddie.”

“C’mon sugar glider, better get going before someone sees us.” Patrick said as he took them over to his bike.

“See yah around Eddie.” She said to me.

“Yeah, yeah see yah.” She got behind Patrick and wrapped her arms around him as he placed a second helmet on her head before revving his bike and pulled on out of the parking lot driving off down the road. “That manipulative son of a bitch.” I walked back inside and prepared for the remaining day of hell.

The day came and went and I found myself over at Family video just to browse but also to return some of the movies that needed to be returned (they may also have been late I honestly can’t remember).

“And he just waltz up and has her pinned up to his side like an ornament.” I ranted. “And seriously I cannot take that accent seriously, don’t you think it’s fake?”

“Eddie, you’ve gotta stop obsessing over this Patrick guy, it’s not healthy.” Robin told me.

“I can’t Robin! The guy’s completely taking advantage of her! I can’t just sit idly by anymore as some metal-head biker punk comes into town, and swoops down at her like a hawk.”

“You know it is kinda scary how he almost resembles you. Same wild hair, same eyes, you sure you don’t gotta brother or something?” Steve asked as he was stacking some videos.

“Not helping here Harrington.” I grumbled.

“Eddie, how do you know this is like a romantic thing? I mean, take me and Steve. We hang out all the time and we’re not together.”

“Oh absolutely not. Yet I’ll always have Robin’s back if she needs it.”

“Strictly platonic. With a capital PLAH. Have you seen them kiss on the lips?”

“No. But that doesn’t mean they probably don’t do it behind closed doors. Plus couples don’t always make lip to lip contact in public.”

“You can kiss platonically too. I see the cheerleaders doing it all the time, course it’s that fake Barbie air-cheek kiss but still they do it. You’re letting your imagination run wild, again.”

“Plus man if you had told her how you felt in the first place, maybe this wouldn’t be happening.” Steve added.

“I told you man, I was going to tell her but then she got the call from the hospital about her mom’s diagnosis. It—didn’t feel right to tell her. She needed her best friend, not a confession to think over while her mom’s dealing with sudden stage 4 breast cancer.”

“I agree with him on that Steve.” Robin said.

“Okay, okay but still you just…..gotta relax, okay? Look maybe he’ll move on after a while and forget about (Y/n).”

“It’s impossible to forget about her, that girl can make anyone fall in love with her.” I grumbled. The bell rang and speak of the devil himself, Patrick came strolling in and he said.

“I’m told this is where you can get some good films.”

“Yeah, yeah what can we help you with?” Steve spoke up.

“Something upbeat and funny. Sugar glider needs it for tonight.” Sugar glider? Wait that’s what he had called (Y/n) yesterday, she isn’t…..after rejecting our daily movie night she goes off and has a movie night with this asshole? I swear if he weren’t so relatable, I’d beat his ass right now.

“Okay well comedies are just over there man.”

“Thanks mate, say you two wouldn’t happen to be Steve Harrington and Robin Buckley would you?”

“We are, how do you know our names?” Robin said.

“(Y/n) has told me a lot about you two. Especially how you two have been helping her out with sorting through her mum’s belongings. My thanks to you both.” So she goes off and tells this guy about all of us but she doesn’t say a word about you?

“Yeah, yeah it was no problem. She’s helped us out so it was only fitting we’d help her out.” Robin said as she was stacking some tapes along the shelf. As Patrick picked out some of (Y/n)’s favorite comedies like Beverly Hills Cop, Ferris Buller’s Day off, Back to the Future, and the Princess Bride. As Robin rang them up for him, he turned to me and asked, “Now (Y/n) told me you’re the one to go to with some good deals on weed. You got anything in stock?”

Weed? Doesn’t he know that (Y/n) hates the smell of weed? Hell the girl’s allergic to cigarette smoke! Which is why I always make it appoint to never, ever under any circumstances wear the same clothes I smoke in around her let alone smoke around her. Hell I’ll have the trailer burning multiple scented candles just to rid of the smell, yeah it gives me and Wayne headaches but it’s worth it so that she’s comfortable.

“What’s the occasion?” I demanded.

“Nothing special, just need a refill. Ran out of my own stuff and of course (Y/n) don’t have anything.” Jesus this guy is really gonna smoke around her?

“Regretfully I’m out of stock at the moment.”

“Damn, oh well. Gas station always has some smokes.” Jesus this guy is a grade A asshole. And not in the popular jock standard, I mean just straight up insensitive asshole. “Later.” He then walked out after paying for the videos.

“You see what I mean?!” I snapped lowly.

“The guy’s just asking for some smokes Eddie. You do it all the time.” Said Steve.

“Yeah but not around (Y/n)! Jesus I don’t even know why I’m still talking to you guys.” I rubbed my face into my hands in annoyance.

“Eddie, why don’t you just go home? Relax, have a drink, and just get your mind off of Patrick and (Y/n). I’m telling you you’re getting too involved in this and your imagination is running away with you.” Suggested Robin. I stuffed my hand into the twizzlers jar taking a handful of them, bit into one and stormed out of the store.

As I lay across my bed twirling a twizzler in my hand I couldn’t help but think about (Y/n) and Patrick. The more I thought about them together, the more my blood boiled and my other hand kept fidgeting with my rings.

“Screw it!” I sneered lowly before getting up, grabbing my keys and racing off toward her house. I parked a bit off from her house and slowly walked up towards her hedges and hid behind them. I slowly peeked over her window and saw (Y/n) sitting on the couch talking on the phone with someone while her TV was paused on Beverly Hills Cop.

Patrick soon came in with two beers and plopped down right next to her. He set the beers down and had an arm wrapped around her and he looked at her concerningly. His ringed hand stroking the top of her shoulder. She then hung the phone up and I saw her lower her face into her hands in defeat. Patrick stroked his hand through her hair and the two of them briefly exchanged words.

I then watched as (Y/n) got up from the couch but Patrick suddenly grabbed her by her waist and pulled her over his lap and he gave her a peck to her forehead. She gave him a gently slap to the chest before he allowed her to get up off his lap. But again, just as she walked two steps, he sat up, grabbed her by the waist again and pulled her back across his lap and pecked her twice this time on both her cheeks. She shoved at his face playfully and told him something that I couldn’t understand but he allowed her to get up a third time.

As she got up, he then grabbed her and they playfully went down to the ground as he wrestled on top of her tickling her, I could hear the faint sounds of her laughter coming out from the window.

So it is true, she really did find someone better than me. Well if that’s her decision then—I can’t stop her. But this guy should at least have the decency in knowing of what she likes. I walked over to the door and knocked on it rapidly. I heard the laughter stop and footsteps coming to the door and opening it was (Y/n)m her hair a bit disheveled from their wrestling I had just seen.

“Eddie, what are you—”

“I need to talk to Patrick.”

“Uhh okay.” I didn’t wait for her to open the door as I just stormed in. When I saw him getting up from the floor, he looked up at me and said.

“Well this is a surprise. Did you end up finding some smokes left over?” that smug-eating grin came across his face.

“Even if I did have any smokes or left over joints, I would tell you one thing. Don’t you ever smoke it around (Y/n), okay? She can’t stand the smell of it, not to mention she’s allergic to cigarette smoke. And that’s no joke, okay? Her breathing becomes so tight she can barely breathe, it’s like she’s going into anaphylactic shock if she even smells a whiff of it. So if you’re gonna date her, don’t you ever do that in front of her.”

“What?” he said confused with a head tilt.

“No, no you pay attention because you don’t know just how lucky you are man!” I snapped. I jostled his shoulders and emphasized each point I made with a firm poke to his chest. “You better treat this lady like a Queen, okay? Because if I had someone like (Y/n) (L/n) I would bring her her favorite flowers every chance I got. And they aren’t roses because she says roses are too cliché, you understand? Her favorite flowers are blue orchids, you got that blue orchids. Because they bring out her bright, beautiful eyes. And when she’s sick, she gets chicken ramen just like how her mom used to make for her with a side of saltine crackers. I would be her shoulder to cry on and her best friend. And I would spend every second of every day trying to get her to smile because she—she has the most beautiful smile that I’ve missed so much. And that I would do anything to see that smile again.”

I turned to look at (Y/n) who was staring at me with this wide-eyed look of awe. Even though my heart was aching at the fact I had now spilled my feelings for her even though she’d never be mine, I—I had to at least let her know that I’ll always be there for her.

“But she chose you. So……you better do just that. And much more to make her happy, especially now. Because that’s what I would do.” I released Patrick’s shoulders and went to walk out the door but (Y/n) quickly got to the door before me and shut it, staring up at me with soft but sad eyes.

We both stared at each other until she slowly walked towards me. I looked down shamefully but I soon felt her take my face in between her hands and her lips soon met mine. Her arms slid around my neck and I wrapped mine around her waist bringing her closer to me as I kissed her back.

“See what’d I tell yah? He’s your penguin.” Patrick’s voice said. We separated and saw he was leaning up against the wall, toothpick in mouth with a wide grin.

“What?”

“Eddie, I’d like for you to formally meet Patrick Verona. My cousin.” She told me. I looked to Patrick in shock who grinned at us again and gave me a two-finger salute.

“Your—your cousin……”

“Well when we call each other cousins its more loosely. I treat my little sugar glider like she’s my little sister.” Patrick told me.

“He’s been a real familial support system that I haven’t been getting with the rest of the family ever since mom got sick. After the funeral he just—showed up and he’s been staying here ever since helping me out with all this stuff.”

“Aunt (M/n) was the glue that kept the family together and ever since her death, the family’s been divided and (Y/n) has been stuck in the middle while still trying to finish school. I couldn’t let her go through all that drama and stress alone. One of us has to at least be successful, right sis?” He gave her a wink which made (Y/n) shake her head.

“They were right, I’m a complete dumbass.” I muttered.

“Look mate, any man whose willing to allow me to take this girl as my own, is a real man in my books. Even though if we did hook up we’d have some ugly-ass kids.” The three of us softly laughed. Patrick came up to me and placed a strong hand to my shoulder softly jostling it around, “You know, I haven’t heard my little sugar glider talk about a boy the way she talks about you Eddie Munson. Now I see that you are truly something special to my little cousin.” I turned over to (Y/n) and said.

“More than anything in this whole world.” (Y/n) softly smiled as she placed her hand over her heart.

“Then you have my permission to date her, but just know this. If you ever break her heart or mistreat her,” the sound of a switchblade came out and I froze as the gleam of the blade came below my chin.

“Patrick!” (Y/n) exclaimed. As quick as he had brought it out, he sheathed it back and put it back into his pocket.

“Just for a word of warning.” He gave me a hard pat on the back and walked out ruffling (Y/n) hair before saying. “Be back in a few hours, don’t have too much fun you two lovebirds.” Patrick then left the house leaving the two of us alone.

“I am so sorry about that, I swear that man acts like the fucking Joker sometimes.”

“He’s more metal than I ever could be.” (Y/n) came up and wrapped her arms around me.

“I think you are just the right amount of metal for me Eddie.”

“Really?”

“Really, really.” We both smiled and kissed each other again when a bang at the window spooked us apart and there stood Patrick giving us a warning glare (well mainly at me). (Y/n) flipped him off and tossed a pillow at the window. He stuck his tongue mockingly before disappearing from the window.

So the rest of the night was spent cuddling up on the couch watching her favorite movies until we both ended up falling asleep together. By morning I noticed a blanket had been put around us both and I knew I wasn’t the one to have done it and neither had (Y/n). There I saw a note on the table and it read:

Take care of my little sugar glider. And if you’re ever interested in some embarrassing stories she hasn’t told you from when we were kids, meet me for some smokes later this evening at the Hideout.

Patrick

I smiled and looked down at my best girl and kissed the top of her head. At least we both had something in common besides physical appearances and our outlook on the world, we both care deeply for this girl that’s in my arms and want nothing but the best for her as she tries to move on from her grief.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson imagines #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson angst #stranger things #stranger things fanfic #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things imagine #stranger things imagines #steve harrington #robin buckley #patrick verona

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blueikeproductions · 1 year

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JD is just laying on his sleeping bag in his shared room with Dan and Liam, reading one of Dan’s Marvel Transformers comics. Liam is wiggling around in his crib looking fussy.

JD: Man that Grimlock is a jack ass. Reminds me of Thrash getting crowned king back at the fall dance. All Grim’s missin’ is his own Heath-

Liam: -starts crying loudly-

JD: -whips out his gun, now a Shockwave toy, instinctively- …The fuck am I doing? -sets the toy gun down and gets up to check on Liam-

Dan’s mom rushes upstairs and into the bed room: What’s wrong? What’s happening? JD: I dunno! Liam just started crying!

-both plug their ears as Liam starts crying louder-

JD: Man that runt’s got PIPES! Death metal might be in this kid’s future!

Dan’s mom picks up the fussy baby and rocks him: He doesn’t smell or anything. It’s not a diaper and he just ate! C’mon baby, c’mon it’s ok. Oooh… -Liam is still fussy and crying-

JD: -still plugging his ears- Ugh this kid’s screaming a decade’s worth of resentment and misanthropy I’ve been keeping bottled up, and he’s got nothing to scream about like I do! How do we turn ‘em off?!

Dan’s mom: Oooh, when he gets like this Daniel usually sings to him..!

JD: Perfect time for Danny-boy to be on a date with Dumptr-, I mean, Dunnstock! Ack my ear drums…!

Dan’s mom: You try, JD.

JD: Huh?! I can’t sing! Veronica was VERY clear on that when I tried to serenade her last night!

Dan’s mom: PLEASE…! -Liam still screaming-

JD: Ok, ok…! Um… Oh wait! Better idea! -fishes out his harmonica from his coat pocket and plays a loud note to clean it out-

Liam: …? -his volume goes down some-

JD: -takes a deep breath and starts playing Karma Chameleon on it-

Liam: -slowly but surely calms down, starts giggling and cooing, yawns, and falls asleep in his mom’s arms-

-JD finishes the song as Dan’s mom tucks Liam back in to the crib, the baby sleeping peacefully now-

-JD and Dan’s mom both sigh in relief-

Dan’s mom: Good call on Karma Chameleon. That’s what Daniel usually sings to him!

JD: Had a hunch… Plus I, uh, think Liam’s a little young for Big Fun’s Freeze Your Brain anyway…!

Dan’s mom: -ruffles JD’s hair, the formally troubled youth blushes- You’re pretty good with kids. You think you’d step up to the plate and be a dad someday?

JD: Are you kidding? With MY upbringing? -looks at Liam, loosens up and half smiles- …Maybe I’ll see where “honorary” big brother takes me first…

-Dan’s mom smiles-

-All three flinch as they hear the downstairs door slam, as Roland has come home, and he sounds agitated-

“GOD I HATE TODAY. THOSE IDIOTS AT THE OFFICE, HNGH! …Where is everybody!? HELLO???!

-Liam starts crying loudly again-

Roland: -from downstairs- Oops…

JD and Dan’s mom hug each other in mutual fear, exhaustion and light irritation at Liam’s screaming and start crying in synch: WHYYYYY???

#heathers #heathers AU #heathers oc #heathers the musical #jd headcanons #jd heathers #jason dean #heathers 1989 #heathers movie #blueike #BlueIke productions

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classic80sand90smovieloves2 · 4 years

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Masterlist

A list of my old writing that you can request I revise

Song Prompts

Meeting and Dating Headcanons~

Pretty in Pink

Andie Walsh

Duckie Dale

Blane McDonagh

Steff McKee

Sixteen Candles

Jake Ryan

The Lost Boys

Paul

Dwayne

Poly Lost Boys

Edgar Frog

The Breakfast Club

Brian Johnson

John Bender

Andrew Clark

The Outsiders

Sodapop Curtis

Dallas Winston

Two-Bit Mathews

Rumblefish

Steve Hays

Ferris Buellers Day Off

Cameron Frye

Karate Kid

Daniel Larusso

Johnny Lawrence

Dutch

Heathers

Veronica Sawyer

Jason Dean

Fast Times at Ridgemont High

Jeff Spicoli

Brad Hamilton

Better Off Dead

Lane Meyer

Weird Science

Gary Wallace

Wyatt Donnelly

Dream A Little Dream

Dinger Holfield

Bill and Teds Excellent Adventure

Bill S. Preston Esquire

Ted Logan

Dating Poly Bill and Ted

The Princess Bride

Inigo Montoya

Interview with the Vampire

Louis de Pointe du Lac

Children of the Corn

Malachai Boardman

National Lampoons

Rusty Griswold (European Vacation)

Cant Buy Me Love

Kenneth Wurman

The Chocolate War

Jerry Renault

Archie Costello

The Mighty Ducks

Fulton Reed

Dean Portman

Adam Banks

Les Averman

Porkys

Brian Schwartz

Anthony ‘Meat’ Tuperello

Tommy Turner

Tim Cavanaugh

Mickey Jarvis

Just One of the Guys

Terry Griffith

Greg Tolan

Dead Poets Society

Neil Perry

Todd Anderson

Charlie Dalton

Knox Overstreet

Steven Meeks

Earth Girls are Easy

Mac

Combat Academy

Perry Barnett

Waynes World

Garth Algar

Austin Powers

Toy Soldiers

Ricardo Montoya

Good Will Hunting

Chuckie Sullivan

10 Things I Hate About You

Joey Donner

My Bodyguard

Ricky Linderman

Melvin Moody

Stand and Deliver

Angel Guzman

Something Wild

Ray Sinclair

Three O’Clock High

Buddy Revell

Intruder

Randy

Young Guns

Jose Chavez y Chavez

Billy the Kid

Doc Scurlock

Dazed and Confused

Benny O’Donnell

Don Dawson

Kevin Pickford

Randall “Pink” Floyd

Fred O’Bannion

Mitch Kramer

Ron Slater

Shavonne Wright

Dogfight

Eddie Birdlace

Ladybugs

Matthew

Goosebumps

Sticks

Freddy Renfield

Twister

Robert ‘Rabbit’ Nurick

Stand by me

Ace Merrill

School Ties

Rip Van Kelt

Chris Reece

The Untouchables

Eliot Ness

The Godfather

Tom Hagen

(Young) Vito Corleone

(Old) Vito Corleone

Goodfellas

Henry Hill

Little Shop of Horrors

Seymour Krelborn

Newsies

Specs

Near Dark

Severen

Friday the 13th

Jason Voorhees

Scream

Billy Loomis

Poly Billy and Stu

Stu Macher

The Craft

Nancy Downs

Hocus Pocus

Max Dennison

Thackery Binx

Beetlejuice

Lydia Deetz

Adam Maitland

The Crow

Eric Draven

Ghostbusters

Ray Stantz

Aliens

Bishop

An American Werewolf in London

Jack Goodman

Sleepaway Camp

Ricky Thomas

Re-animator

Herbert West

Silence of the Lambs

Clarice Starling

Fright Night

Jerry Dandridge

Candyman

Daniel Robitaille

The Evil Dead

Ash Williams

Sabrina the Teenage Witch

Harvey Kinkle

Buffy the Vampire Slayer

Spike

Full Metal Jacket

Sgt. Hartman

Joker

Animal Mother

Pyle

Preference~ the boys with an s/o whose ex stalks them

Grease

Kenickie

Labyrinth

Jareth

Total Recall

Douglas Quaid

Requested “Would Includes” and Imagines/Fics~

Darry falling for Johnny’s sister

Allison Reynolds dating a shy nerdy girl

Starting a family with Cameron Frye

Making out with Cameron Frye

Cameron Frye comforting you when you’re upset

Getting drunk with the Ferris Bueller crew

Gary Wallace dating a tall girl

George Mcfly with a dominant flirty s/o

Comforting and being comforted by Will Hunting

Will Hunting having a crush on you

Being apart of the good will hunting gang

Armand with a virgin s/o (including nsfw)

Lestat and Louis dating a girl who loves horror movies

Making out with Duckie Dale

Duckie Dale cheering you up

Cliff having a crush on you

Making out with Cliff

Making out with Bryce

Bryce having a crush on you

The Lost Boys with an s/o having an anxiety attack + fighting depression

The Lost Boys with a sweet and innocent s/o

The Lost Boys with a curvy mate

The Lost Boys fighting with their mates

The Lost Boys dating a shy short girl

The Lost Boys taking care of you when you’re hurt

Getting drunk with the Lost Boys would include

David x Laddies older sister

Making out with Edgar Frog

Being Married to Archie Costello

Going to the beach with Archie Costello

Making out with Archie Costello

Darrys girlfriend landing a job at a local cafe as a singer

Making out with Kenneth Wurman

Being Cindys friend and Ronalds crush

Harold Sherbico having a crush

Kim Kelly dating her polar opposite

Neil Perry dating an artist

Making out with Charlie Dalton

Jealous Charlie Dalton

Jealous Knox Overstreet

A study date with Steven Meeks

Spending the winter season with Neil Perry

Comforting Charlie Dalton after he gets expelled

The dead poets walking in on Charlie and his secret, shy girlfriend

Simon Boggs having a crush on Laneys friend

Faking It-Cindy Mancini falling for the girl who paid her to be her friend

Spike having a crush on you

Steff McKee having a crush on you

Marko having a crush on you

David having a crush on you

Paul having a crush on you

Dwayne having a crush on you

Dwayne x vampire reader who dresses like Stevie Nicks

Making out with Keith Nelson

Meat having a crush on Peewees sister

Admit it- Mickey Jarvis and his future s/o having crushes on each other

Being a part of team USA and meeting Adam and Charlie

Dwayne Robertson having a crush on you

Sleepover with Bill and Ted (including nsfw)

Being pregnant with Ted Logans child

Starring in the schools Romeo and Juliet with Ted Logan

Ted Logan asking you to be his valentine

Spending Valentines day with Steff McKee

Spending Valentines day with Steven Meeks

Spending Valentines day with Keith Nelson

Spending your first Valentines day with Bryce

Wishing I Was Her (Nick Andopolis)

If You Want Out Just Say It (Ace Merrill)

Going on the Ferris adventure

Going on your own adventure with Cameron Frye

Making out with Randall ‘Pink’ Floyd

Travelling back in time with Marty McFly

Tommy Devito dating a chubby artist

Years Gone By (Michael Corleone)

Sonny Corleone dating his opposite

Phillipe Gaston x reader~ Fairy Tale

Being Fulton's sister and Dating Dean Portman

Comforting Todd when he’s upset

Being married to Bill S. Preston Esquire

Being married to Ted Logan

Spending Halloween/October with Knox Overstreet

Making out with Knox

A will they, won’t they relationship with Seth Brundle

Falling in love with Edward Scissorhands

Dwayne Hicks with an Android!Technician s/o

Private Joker dating an artist

Jareth falling in love with you

Being married to Matt Hooper and going to Amity

The way you make me feel~ John Bender

Being in a long term relationship with JD

J.D. with a chronically ill s/o

Archie with a chronically ill s/o

Making out with Ted Logan

Archibald Craven falling in love

Andy Dufresne falling in love

Nsfw Headcanons~

Group sex with the lost boys

Sam Emerson

Threesome with Obie and Archie

Armand

Archie Costello

(sub) Archie Costello

Obie

Johnny Cade

Cameron Frye

Duckie Dale

Blane

John Bender

Randy (Intruder)

Joey Donner

Kenneth Wurman

Keith Nelson

The Dead Poets Kinks

Knox Overstreet

Charlie Dalton

Steven Meeks

Todd Anderson

Neil Perry

Gerard Pitts

John Bender taking your virginity

Louis de Pointe du Lac

Dinger Holfield

The Lost Boys

Randall ‘Pink’ Floyd

Benny O’donnell

Fred O’Bannion

Cliff

Bryce

Johnny Walker

George Mcfly

Brian Moreland

(sub) Perry Barnett

Bill S. Preston Esquire

Ted Logan

Randy Meeks

Michael Emerson

Nancy Downs

Ray Stantz

Egon Spengler

Spike

Angel Guzman

Sgt. Hartman

Brad Hamilton

Douglas Quaid

Chris (night of the creeps)

Sonny Corleone with a shy, virgin s/o

George Mcfly getting jealous and being dominant

Grease Monkey (Keith Nelson smut)

Sins of the flesh and matters of the heart (David x reader + Dwayne smut)

#80s movies #80s imagine #80s movie imagine #80s movie headcanons #80s smut #80s movie imagines #80s movie headcanon #80s movie smut #90s movies #90s imagine #90s movie headcanon #90s movie imagine #90s movie headcanons #90s tv show imagine #90s tv headcanons

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slasherscream · 4 years

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You don't have to if you feel uncomfortable but may I have a request where JD, Hannibal, Billy and Candyman react when they found out the woman they love who always cares and smiles for others, just a ball of sunshine coming from a dysfunctional broken home. Even when they find her with a black eye due to an argument, she still smiles and ensures she's fine

Jason Dean

JD never saw it coming. He figured you came from some perfect, little suburban dream family. A loving Mother, a doting Father he didn’t know what else could produce someone like you but a stable home life.

He had a childhood that was less than ideal, putting it lightly, and you two shared almost nothing in common. Where he was pessimistic you were looking on the bright side. When he pointed out the nastiness in others you’d somehow find a way to make him see the good in the people around you two as well.

Though sometimes he thought you were a little naive it endeared him to you more than you could know. No matter what he did you’d come back swinging with that positive, happy-go-lucky outlook and it was beginning to rub off on him, just a little.

He smiled more when you were around. Everything felt more worthwhile. That was, of course, when the illusion went tumbling down.

He crawled through your window ready to see you and surprise you as he’d gotten your address from one of your many friends at school.

He climbed through the window he guessed was yours only to find you curled up on your bed, clutching your pillow and trying to block out the sounds of loud fighting going on downstairs.

Multiple voices screaming back and forth, you flinching at every sound bleeding through your door. But that wasn’t the worst of it. The worst was when he made a noise finishing coming through and you turned to look at him, startled.

Your eye was swollen and already beginning to discolor but immediately upon seeing the expression on his face (rage and heartbreak mixing together) you raced to him trying to reassure him you were fine.

He asked who touched you but you just kept reassuring him that everything was fine. You hugged him close and tried to soothe his nerves, all the while, the fighting downstairs got louder.

You can say it’s fine all you want but JD will never forget and he’ll get his answer eventually. He’ll punish your family for hurting you all these years when there was no one around to protect you. You were everything that was good about the world, and if he had to burn it to ash to see you safe and happy the way you deserved to be? He’d do it in a heartbeat.

Hannibal Lecter

Hannibal is probably the closest to seeing something off right from the start of things.

It’s not that you aren’t convincing, or even that you’re faking your joy and general love for the world around you. He hates people that aren’t genuine and he can sniff them out easily.

It’s just that sometimes there is a sadness to you that he is always trying to trace back to something. You are a puzzle that he is trying to solve and somewhere along the line he falls in love with you.

He notices how you dance around the topic of family, keeping your comments vague and going a bit quiet whenever he brings up wanting to meet the people who’d raised such a wonderful, young woman.

For some reason his mind does not jump straight to abuse. There are plenty of strained parental relationships that are not out right abusive and outside of those tiny moments where you seem to break a little at the seams you’re so bright.

Love is blind, he’d thought the expression only true for others, he hadn’t ever imagined himself being in love in the first place. He couldn’t have imagined his own assumptions towards you blinding him to the obvious.

When you show up to a lunch date with him wearing sunglasses he tries to spend the meal ignoring them but finally asks, for the sake of manners, for you to remove them as you are at the table. He’d never known you to be rude.

Slowly you take them off and the world goes still. Your face is pointed downwards towards the table but it doesn’t stop him from being able to see your eye. He rushes from his side of the table to cup your face and everything clinks into place immediately.

“Who did this to you, dearest?” his voice is devoid of judgement, calm the way he is during his sessions. But inside he’s engulfed with rage.

“My (family member) didn’t mean to. Our fights just get so bad and I’m always making them so angry-” He pushes your head into his chest, stopping your onslaught of excuses for a person who wouldn’t be in the land of the living very much longer. There was no need for you to think of them anymore.

Billy Loomis

What draws him to you is how good you are. At first it annoys him because he thinks you’re faking it. No one could possibly be as sweet and kind as you’re pretending to be.

He can stand few things less than he can stand a fake and at first, frankly, his interest in you is finding out everything he can about you so he can kill you and mentally torture you while he does it.

It’s while he’s learning everything he can about you and stalking you that he starts to fall in love with you, little by little. Stu keeps asking him when they’re going to off you and he keeps answering ‘not yet’ every time. Eventually Stu stops asking and starts to focus on the next victim.

Billy doesn’t lose focus. He can’t think of anything but you. He starts stalking you more and more, the need to see you and hear you only worsening by the minute.

Eventually he gets sloppy and slips up and you see him. You’re walking alone at night for some reason in a town with an active serial killer but you look like there’s no other place you’d rather be. He wonders why you don’t go home but just barely, he’s grateful you’re usually so easy to keep track of.

When you spot him you recognize him from school and call out to him. He’s got no choice but to approach you casually, pretending he’s also out for a late night walk. “We should walk together to be safe!” Before he knows it you’re looping your arm through his and walking together.

You stay out nearly the whole night together and he asks you out the very next day. It’s not long before he’s calling you his girlfriend and stalking you less. You spend so much time with him he’s actually pretty secure in the relationship and what you mean to each other. Sometimes he’ll do it just to check up on you but it becomes a rarity.

One night he follows you home, just to make sure you get there without incident, and he starts hearing strange loud noises from inside the house. He sneaks into your bedroom window just to make sure you’re okay. You run in crying right as he’s making his way to the door, clutching the side of your face protectively.

He’s on you in a second, locking the door and prying your hands away. You don’t have time to ask him what he’s doing there before he sees the early signs of your eye bruising and falls into shell-shocked silence.

With more gentleness than you knew he was capable of he kissed your head, got out a bag, and began to pack away some of your things. You watch him quietly, trying to convince him it’s okay but he silences you with one intense look that he disappears quickly, replaced by the saddest eyes you’ve ever seen. “I’m gonna take care of you, okay?” He crosses the room, cupping your face gently, thumb grazing the skin beneath your bruised eye.

Once he’s done packing he guides you carefully out the window and into his car. He’s going to take you to Stu’s where he intends to share their big secret. Then he and Stu are going to make a night out of killing your family.

Candyman

He is a spirit, roaming and untethered, when he sees you and is first struck dumb by your beauty. He never thought he’d love again but the minute he sets eyes on you he knows he can grow to love you. That he could cherish you for the rest of your natural life and beyond.

He wants you. Needs you. He begins to visit you in dreams. Never nightmares. In your dreams he is a princely figure that loves you already, that has loved you more than anyone in your entire life.

You’ve never slept better than in the months where he woos you, and makes you fall in love with him, this phantom created by your own mind.

Part of you thinks you’re going crazy. How could you be falling in love with a man that isn’t real? But you’re a romantic and can’t deny the pull you feel within yourself. They may be only dreams but they make you happy. Daniel, makes you happy.

You don’t have to wonder for long if you’re losing your mind because he whispers to you in a dream that he can be real. Real as flesh and blood if you say a name three times in a mirror. Candyman.

You wake up the next morning feeling silly but can’t help doing it. Part of you desperately hoping that your escape from your real life could become your real life, if there was really some magic in the world.

It works of course and the minute you feel his arms around you, you start to cry tears of joy. But you’d forgotten about the fight you had with your family the night before. In your dreams you are always perfect and beautiful, your skin unmarred by the abuse you endure every day. But now, away from your dreams, Robert can see that someone has dared to harm you. His love. His darling.

He doesn’t need you to tell him who’s done this. One look at you and he seems to know. He knows you better than anyone else.

His hand, the human one, the one that isn’t for killing or hurting, touches gently your damaged skin. He presses a kiss to your forehead.

He has been summoned and there’s a price of blood to be paid.

#hannibal lecter x reader #jd x reader #billy loomis x reader #candyman x reader #slasher x reader #LOVED THIS SPICY PROMPT #revenge upon your family nonny!!!#Anonymous

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tinyboxxtink · 3 years

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Build Me Up Buttercup *PART 7*

Whooo man, I don’t know if this is a longer chapter or not. I had planned on splitting the situations into two separate chapters, but it seemed short so I combined them.

If you need to catch up!

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 8

Tag List: @wanniiieeee

Rafael slammed the door to the men’s room open, terrifying some poor cowboy just trying to use the john.

“Sorry…” He nodded apologetically to the guy who grumbled some obscenities as he washed his hands and left, leaving Rafael alone to stew.

Why had he just done that?! Why did he have to glance back at your table as soon as you closed your eyes? In that split second, he had locked eyes with Olivia. They were so close it was like they could telepath whole sentences between each other; and the look she had given him in that moment was definitely saying “What the FUCK do you think you’re doing?”.

Truth be told he really had no idea what he was doing, it all happened so fast. Really, the whole day was a blur. Before today you were just a junior detective to him, albeit a very sexy one. But truthfully you were barely a blip on his radar; you didn’t speak much, and when you did it was usually insulting him or contradicting. How had this one out of town trip completely flipped your relationship through a dryer tumble cycle? First the song in the car, the coffee in the car, the Fahey’s bathroom, and now this. At one point did he start…falling for you? Was he even falling for you? Were you planning this thing all along? Had you been seducing him? No, surely he wasn’t that dumb to just be seduced by a pair of pretty eyes and a tight t-shirt...and a soft soul who’d been through so much at so young…

NO.

He wasn’t doing this. Not here, not now.

----

“What do you mean, he just left?”

Once again you had fled to the bathroom, this time to update your BFF on the never ending nightmare that was this day.

“I mean he LEFT. He mumbled some bullshit about being ‘sorry’ and just….walked away. No I’m sorry, he RAN away.”

“Well...maybe he got scared?”

“A grown man?”

“I don’t know from what you’ve said about him, he seems pretty high strung am I right?”

“That’s putting it lightly…”

“I mean the fact that you even got him on that dance floor sounds like a miracle to me, maybe he just got in his head all of a sudden,”

“Maybe…”

“Which means….” they paused ominously.

“Means what?” you asked skeptically.

“You’ve gotten yourself a def con one situation here, babe,”

“...What?” you were completely lost.

“Everyone knows the rule, Y/N” they kept completely serious.

“Wha-What RULE?”

“The RULE! Once you have a…’moment’ with someone that gets interrupted, you HAVE to actually kiss them...or bang them but let’s be realistic,” they continued in a very serious tone, despite the fact that they were talking conspiracy theories.

“Is ANY of that realistic? What happens if you ‘break’ this rule?”

“You have to kiss them in 24 hours or else you’ll just stay friends forever,” They stated like an oracle.

“Do you hear yourself when you talk, or has the crazy just become white noise at this point?” You rolled your eyes.

“Mock all you want, but you remember Duncan and Sarah?”

“They went on one date and decided to be friends?”

“No no, they went on one date and she got called away before the end of it, thus nixing the good night kiss. And then the next time they ‘went out’, it had been 72 hours and when he went in for the good night kiss, she said they were better AS FRIENDS,”

“...THAT’S what you're basing this insane rule on? A story about people we barely know?”

“Well, it was also on Scrubs. Elliot and JD had to go through SO MUCH just because he couldn’t man up in those 24 hours!” They insisted.

“Oh my god, I’m hanging up--”

“WAIT WAIT WAIT, Come on Y/N just hear me out,” They begged. You sighed, putting two fingers across your eyes.

“Alright, let’s hear it,”

“Look, you can choose to think I’m full of shit, but you gotta ask yourself: Are you willing to chance it?”

You bit your lip, actually pondering if she could be right.

“And you better think REAL quick, because your time has already been cut in half,” they added.

“NOW what the hell are you talking about?”

“You’re like, on a ‘vacation’ right now. Barba is FINALLY seeing you, like a person. A woman. Someone who’s not up his ass for warrants or bitching about deadlines,”

“I’m not that--” you tried protesting.

“Shush. No time. You’re in like, another dimension right now. I’ll bet money as SOON as you hit the city line he’s gonna go back to his robot self and remember the fact that you two are completely inappropriate--”

“Oh come on that’s a strong--” you once again tried defending yourself.

“I’m just saying what he’s gonna reason, babe. You know I’m right,”

You paced the bathroom now, thinking of all the reasons you and Barba were bad news.

“....What if he’s already there? What if that’s why he walked off? What if he’s talking himself out of….ANYTHING?”

“THIS IS WHAT I’M SAYING, HELLO You need another ‘moment’, but without everyone staring at you. I’ll bet you anything that’s what got him into his head all of a sudden,”

Your eyes widened, remembering the front row seats your entire squad had to your little romantic moment.

“Oh my god you might be right...they were all staring at us,”

“See?? You need to get him alone,” They went on, as you walked out of the bathroom.

“...Fuck,”

“What? Fuck what? WHAT?!”

“I may have run out of time,”

You saw Barba approaching the booth again, Olivia gesturing wildly. The body language of their conversation did not seem very encouraging. What was worse, Amber walked up and handed them a check.

“I think we’re leaving, Olivia got the check and she looks like a mad mom bitching out her ten year old for trying to swipe candy,” You groaned, ducking behind a man with a huge cowboy hat and following behind him to a seat at the bar, out of the squad’s eye line.

“You need more time! You can’t just get in the car and drive back with everybody there, the ‘moment’ will never happen!”

“Okay can you stop with this, I’m already flipping out enough without you stating the obvious,” you twirled your hair and bit your lip.

“....You need to do something to your car.” they suddenly threw that at you like it was a completely reasonable statement.

“EXCUSE ME?”

“Slash one of your tires!”

“Are you high right now, be honest with me,” You narrowed your eyes.

“Desperate times, babe,”

“Desperate times, not PSYCHOTIC times,”

“Look if you have a flat tire, you’ll have to call AAA and have them come and fix it, that should give you at least an hour. Then you can go back inside, get him ALONE, and get your moment!” They tried reasoning with you. Was that Hurricane THAT strong, or were they actually making some sense?

“...Why am I listening to this?” you kept a straight face, even though it was just a phone call.

“You can act smug all you want baby, but I can hear it in your voice; you’re considering it,”

“Of course I’m considering it! But it’s...it’s insane. It’s like, ‘Fatal Attraction’ crazy,”

“Ok I’m not telling you to boil his bunny, just inconvenience yourselves for another hour, drama queen,” you could hear both of you rolling your respective eyes at each other.

“And what’s more insane; puncturing a tire, or giving up something we both know you’ve wanted for MONTHS,” They pointed out.

“How do you--” You blinked in disbelief.

“Girl, please. I knew before you did, and I’ve never even met the man,”

After several more moments of silence, you pulled your keys towards your face.

“...I’ll call you later,”

Before you could talk yourself out of it, you sprinted outside to the parking lot and back to your car. You pulled the nail file attached to your key ring, and stared at your tires.

“God forgive me…” You sighed, making a sign of the cross across your chest before kneeling next to your left rear tire.

You dragged the nail file across the tire, it barely made a scratch. Panic began filling your head, thinking of missing any chance to have Rafael’s lips on yours. Your BFF was right, you probably had a thing for him the moment you met him; even though you hadn’t even dared to let yourself think about it, until this morning. This WAS like an alternate dimension, it was like the rules of the ‘normal’ world were moot.

The emotions of it all bubbled to a head as you stared at the tire; with a sort of pathetic battle cry, you PLUNGED the nail file into your tire and pulled it HARD across the top. Air came gushing out, the tire deflating in mere seconds. You sat back, the nail file in your hand like a machete, your breath going in and out like you had just run a marathon. Okay, you did go a LITTLE psycho there for a second.

You barely had time to admire the work, you knew you had to go back inside to make it look like you had been in the bathroom this whole time.

There was no going back now.

----

Back inside you weaved in and out of the crowd back towards the bathroom, then made a turn for the booth so it looked like you had come from that direction. You walked up slowly, still hidden in the crowded bar as you heard an exchange between Barba and Oliva.

“...What I’m saying is, don’t start leading her on when you know it’s not going anywhere,”

“How do you know it’s not going anywhere, Liv?”

“Barba. Be serious,”

Oh hell no. Who was she to make that decision? Surely he didn’t think that...did he?

“HEY, hi,” you spoke up loudly, the entire group jumping at your rather loud greeting.

“Oh hey Y/N we uh, I got the check. I just went ahead and paid for everybody, and when I say I, I mean Dodd’s,” She smiled, like she hadn’t just insulted the fuck out of you.

“Oh, yeah? Ready to head home then?” You acted completely oblivious, noticing Rafael was avoiding your eyes.

“Yeah, I’ve got my nanny waiting on me and it’s already...8 o clock?!” Olivia gasped, looking at her phone.

“Good lord, how long have we been here? I better call my sitter,” Amanda grabbed her own phone out of her bag as the group walked out.

“Well, we were driving for a good 45 minutes outside of Hartford before Rafael made us stop here,”

“Wait, what?” You now for the very first time, took a good long look at the parking lot. The bar was next to a motel on one side, a gas station on the other side next to it. And then field, across from it. And for miles.

You were literally in the middle of nowhere.

“Oh god…” you muttered, mentally yelling obscenities at your BFF and yourself for listening to their bat shit logic. Fin glanced at you quizzically, overhearing your ranting-- and then you heard Sonny’s voice.

“Is that….?”

You saw him gesture towards your back wheel. FUCK.

“Oh my god, are you serious?? A Flat tire?!” Amanda slammed her phone against your car.

“Barba must have driven across a nail, or glass, or something in the parking lot. Probably a broken beer bottle if we’re being honest,” Sonny scoffed looking at the less than stellar cars in the parking lot.

“Hey it’s not Barba’s fault!” You snapped defensively, once again mentally face palming. THINK before speaking.

“I mean it’s...it’s nobody’s fault, right? I mean, maybe the road people? Or, drunk hicks? Certainly no one here in this vicinity though, I mean obviously,” Nope, still couldn’t stop talking.

Olivia’s eyes narrowed, looking from you to Barba, who was staring at the pavement silently. She started to say something, but realized she had no concrete evidence to start throwing accusations.

“She’s right Liv, it was just a stupid accident,” Fin chimed in, patting Olivia’s shoulder.

“Do you at least have AAA?” Olivia asked you, still suspicious of the sudden turn of events.

“Oh yeah, I’ve...I’ve never used it before though,” You dug into your wallet and pulled out a worn out AAA card. Olivia took it and started dialing the number into her phone.

You took this moment to start your mission, despite the fact that your plan was quickly running off the rails.

“Can we…?” You motioned sideways, Barba nodded and moved to the side with you.

“Look, Y/N. The whole dance thing it was, cute. Flattering.”

“Flattering?” you scoffed. Seriously?

“But, I mean you know we’re in front of the whole squad, and we’re working,” His words cut you like knives. Was he actually implying that whole was embarrassing?

“ ..And I just don’t think--”

“ARE YOU SERIOUS?” Olivia’s booming voice snapped you both out of the conversation.

“Yeah, well-- thanks a lot,” she scoffed, tossing your card as she hung up the phone.

“Hey I might--” you walked back over to her, her red hot eyes meeting yours.

“You don’t have AAA out here,” she spoke directly to you, the annoyance of her voice turning to anger.

“W-What do you mean they don’t--”

“I mean, Y/N-- your AAA card is for NEW YORK, and we’re still in CONNECTICUT,”

“Liv seriously will you knock it off? Leave her alone, she didn’t know,” Barba finally spoke up in defense of you, putting space between you and Olivia.

“I’m...I’m sorry, Y/N. I know it’s not your fault,” she apologized, not knowing it was indeed your fault.

“What am I gonna tell Lucy? We’re going to be stuck here until morning,” She sighed.

“Morning?” Amanda exclaimed angrily. “What about my Jesse?”

“I’m sure Lucy will watch her at my place with Noah, Amanda. I’ll call her right now,” Olivia assured her, the two of them walking off to the side.

You started running your hands through your hair and pacing like mad, trying not to hyperventilate. This wasn’t supposed to happen!! This was supposed to be a MINOR inconvenience, not a crisis! WHY did you listen to your BFF?

“Hey, are you ok?” Barba came up behind you and put both hands on your shoulders.

“Come on Y/N you know that’s not what I--” he protested but you wouldn’t hear it.

“Why do you care all of a sudden? Didn’t I embarrass you in front of your colleagues?” You snapped your head around, glaring at him.

“Can we please just forget it, PLEASE? I am already getting my karmic ass kicked, I don’t need you lecturing me on top of it,” You started walking towards the door of the bar.

“What? I’m not lecturing you I don’t--” He trailed behind you.

“EXACTLY,” You spun back around, planting your feet as you stared directly into his eyes. He stopped suddenly almost on top of you, surprised by your sudden stop; his puppy dog eyes were begging you to forgive him.

“Exactly. You don’t want to, I get it counselor. I get it. I should have never--” you feigned tears welling up in your throat.

“Carino--” he went for your hand.

“Don’t. Just-- I’m sorry. For all of this,” You snapped your hand back and ran back inside the bar, noticing Barba following right behind you. Your fake tear filled face now slid into a sly smirk.

You were getting this moment come hell or high water now.

#rafael barba #rafael barba x reader #rafael barba x you #rafael barba imagine #law and order svu #law and order special victims unit #svu fanfiction #build me up buttercup

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romeoalvara · 3 years

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Is that ROMEO ALVARA? Wow, they do look a lot like CHA EUNWOO. I hear HE is a TWENTY ONE year old SOPHOMORE who are studying BUSINESS AND MARKETING at Luxor University. Word is they are a REGULAR student who is FOR The Unhinged. You should watch out because they can be COMPETITIVE and VINDICTIVE, but on the bright side they can also be ENIGMATIC and HARD WORKING. Ultimately, you’ll get to see it all for yourself. [LIZ, 29, EST, SHE/HER]

links.

character inspiration.

jughead jones from riverdale 🤢, joe goldberg from you, finn nelson from my mad fat diary, tyler locke from locke and key, josh wheeler from daybreak, james ‘jd’ dean from heathers, paxton hall-yoshida from never have i ever, roman godfrey from hemlock grove, mike chang from glee

stats.

birth name: seong jae

adoptive name: romeo alvara

nicknames: ro, rome, romy

age: twenty one

birth date: march 30

orientation: heterosexual

height: 6′0

hometown: seoul, south korea / portland, oregon

ethnicity: south korean

nationality: american

spoken languages: korean ( native, fluent ), english ( fluent )

education: college sophomore

siblings: theodore ‘theo’ alvara

relationship status: single

children: none

pets: none

tattoos: none

piercings: left lobe x2, left upper cartilage

vices: alcohol, food, violence

history.

romeo alvara was born as seong jae ( surname, given name ) to a young mother who could not afford to have children and an unknown father, the woman’s only choice was to give her baby boy up for adoption. he was officially adopted by an american family when he was two years old, after having been in the process of adoption approval for the past year, and brought to america not knowing a word of english.

his adoptive parents tried for years and years to have a child of their own, they saw multiple doctors who told them a pregnancy was unlikely but they could still try. they were completely unsuccessful in the long run so it seemed that adoption was their only option. they’d tried in the united states to find a younger child that they just clicked with but were also unsuccessful, they were either too rowdy or misbehaved too much for their liking. so they turned to toddlers and babies, a social worker had suggested they could adopt from out of the country and that was ultimately the route they took. upon first meeting romeo, the two instantly fell in love with him and knew he was their son. the next year was full of paperwork and multiple trips back and forth between oregon and south korea until everything was finalized and they were able to take their baby home.

upon his adoption finalization, he was renamed, given the name romeo. he’d already begun learning korean so his new parents had begun teaching him english as well as hiring someone who knew korean to also teach him his native tongue so he could still maintain a sense of his native culture. for the next year, the three of them spent their time learning and getting to know each other. it was nice to have a family, romeo was quick to start calling his new parents mom and dad. he liked that it was just the three of them. but then a miracle happened, his mom had gotten pregnant. nine months later, she popped out a beautiful baby bay named theodore.

even though he was just three, nearly four, years old when his younger brother was born, his entire life seemed to be upheaved. all of the attention that was once on him was now on his brother and romeo did not like that one bit. instead of playing with him at the park like his parents would do pretty regularly, they’d be seated nearby with the baby giving him tummy time all while romeo was left to his own vices. television time was no longer his once theo grasped the idea of paying attention. instead of watching his big kid shows, his parents put on baby shows like sesame street and barney to keep baby theodore occupied. romeo wasn’t allowed to get a new toy when they went shopping but theo got to keep anything his little hands could hold. it didn’t take long for romeo to grow to resent his brother and it only seemed to get worse as time went on.

romeo felt like he was always competing with his brother for their parents’ attention. any of the major accomplishments that romeo had made never seemed to compare to the minor accomplishments theo had made. because of his hatred for his little brother, romeo absolutely hates talking about theo. they barely talk, not unless it’s about their parents or holiday visits. he changes the subject whenever someone brings his family up, even if it’s just about his parents. sometimes he feels like his parents would have given him up if they could when he was a kid which is an awful thing to think but with how his childhood had gone, romeo can’t help have such thoughts.

things to know.

okay so he’s not violent but he will threaten to punch your or kick the shit out of you if you annoy him which is honestly totally crazy because he just looks like this cute, soft, cuddly boy who wouldn’t hurt a fly and honestly, that’s basically true. he’s all bark and no bite. violence as his vice is him taking out his anger with punching bags. the only time romeo is a dick is when jealousy is involved, he just+ gets super competitive.

he’s got a thing for small girls because they make him feel taller and more... masculine. mans got some big hands, he loves holding hands, too.

romeo is almost always eating, he absolutely loves food and will say yes to getting food even if it means that he’s paying whenever somebody asks. the best way to his heart is giving him food, props if it was something you made yourself.

he loves attention but not when it’s in front of huge crowds, he gets kind of shy if tons of people are around. but when it’s a one-on-one situation, he eats the attention up.

class schedule ( no order ) - business and marketing

data management

economics

psychology

business

graphic design

extra curriculars

tennis

#luxintro #i might add more to this later... i just ran out of ideas aaaand i can't think straight rn

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xxisxxisxxis · 3 years

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Special Preview: Gateway Drug | 1989

Hi:) I hope everyone had a good day! This is something coming up very soon in the story.

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"Now, you and Nikki are like the poster children of what not to do when you get married." Howard Stern says and I rub my lips together, holding back a laugh as I shake my head. "Yeah, yeah, and you know it."

"Well, we shouldn't have gotten married as young as we did--that's where we really screwed ourselves ove--"

"--You were seventeen when you two got married weren't, you?"

"Nineteen. Jesus, no, I was nineteen." I correct him.

"Two years, same difference." He shrugs. "Was he high at the wedding? He was stoned outta mind at Tommy's, I heard."

"He wasn't on anything when we got married. His deal with the really heavy stuff wasn't until a few weeks after we got married."

"That poor man." He says, shaking his head slightly. "Perfectly bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, meets a hot girl, settles down some and not a month into the marriage he's so miserable he gets on heroin." He adds.

"Dude, shut up." Duff laughs it off and I roll my eyes, chuckling to myself as Howard points his finger at me.

"You're trouble. You gotta be, that's all anybody can say about you, you know that right? 'She's a hot chick but she's trouble'."

"I'm not trouble." I deny it.

"Well, maybe not now 'cause you got a kid, you can't just go out and kick peoples asses anymore." He points out. "Well, no, no I take that back because you did a number on Bobby Dall and Bret Michaels while you were pregnant, didn't you?"

"Okay, that's…" I trail off, sighing, trying to think.

"Yes or no, that you tore them a new one when you were still knocked up?"

"I did, but it wasn't, like, a physical altercation, I don't think they would've hit me because I was pregnant."

"I think they didn't hit you because they figured they'd have half of the sunset strip rock scene on their backs." He adds, going back to what he said earlier about not believing Duff and Nikki were the only rockstars I was sexually linked to and Duff coughs, taking another puff of his cigarette.

"Probably." I agree.

"So, that's confirmation you've rolled around with--"

"--I didn't say that." I argue. "I know a lot of those guys through Nikki and the boys and so I'm friends with a lot of them so if they caught wind I was hit when I'm pregnant, they'd probably be pissed." I explain.

"What even happened in that situation, why were you pouring beer or piss or whatever the hell it was on Bobby and Bret?" He asks next.

"Slash had said something about posers in a magazine." I tell him.

"And we shared a publicist, not anymore, but anyway, Bobby and Bret--apparently--had approached her and was grilling her over what Slash had said and she made the smart comment that she didn't understand why they were so threatened by us when Guns hadn't sold 500,000 records, but they were selling millions, and according to her, Bret and Bobby poured beer on her for it, and she was really upset so me and the guys sent her a card and some flowers and Viv had heard about it and...took it into her own hands." He tries to hold his grin back.

"You don't say." Howard says it, brows raised. "How did your husband feel about this? Because I feel like you get yourself into some stuff when he's either stoned outta his mind or in rehab--does he normally keep you on a leash and pretty tame because you seem to fly off the cuff when he's not available." He says next. "I'm noticing a pattern."

"He doesn't keep me on a leash." I reply.

"Unless you want him to." He counters and I can't bring myself to even respond to it. "Is it because you're lonely and want attention when he's not around?"

"No, that's not--"

"--'Cause I can give you attention if you'd like." He says next.

"No, thank you." I dryly say.

"Are you into stuff like that, though, I mean really?"

"What stuff?"

"Leashes and weird things like that."

"I--"

"--You gotta be to be married to someone like Nikki Sixx." He crosses his arms. "Well, take that back, because he cheated on you with that wild Vanity chick, right? So, you probably were his vanilla companion and he went to her for the unspeakable stuff."

Ouch.

"He was with her for drugs." I state.

"Oh?"

"I wouldn't get high with him or find it fun to lay around and find new ways to cook substances so that's why he was with her--to have somebody to do drugs with and have this whole romantic thing going."

"So, you were good in bed together? He wasn't bored?"

"If Nikki finds something boring he doesn't do it. If he thought I was boring in bed he'd honestly stop and go find something better to do."

"Ouch."

"Yeah."

"But that's good for you, though, because you know he's not bored with you. He likes sleeping with you. Not that I can blame him. You're hot--what'd he think of that Playboy cover you did? Was he into it or…?"

"Not really because we weren't really on speaking terms because it was right after some stuff happened and...yeah. I don't think he didn't like it because I was doing it. I think he was still mad over other things going on."

"I was certainly into it." He says. "Wish you woulda shown more but, whatever, I'll take what I can get, Miss Modesty."

I roll my eyes and he smiles.

"I have it pinned to my ceiling." He adds. "I have fun with myself while looking at it at night, you know."

Duff nearly chokes on his water.

"You're awful." I tell Howard.

"How tall are you?"

"5'10"."

"God," he huffs out, glancing at Duff. "You lucky bastard." He says next and Duff chuckles. "Yeah, laugh it up, I hate you. I hate Nikki, too--I especially hate Nikki because he's been getting to do some things to you for years that every man in the continental United States and some parts of Europe can only dream about."

"What are you even talking about?" Duff can't help but laugh at the specificity, and I can't help but to, either. "Are you on anything?" He asks him.

"I'm not on a damn thing--just high on the feelings I'm getting being in the same room as her." He replies, clearing his throat. "You were how old when you two started dating?"

"Seventeen." I reply.

"Was he your first sexual experience?"

"I'm not answering that."

"He was wasn't he?"

"Howard…"

"Oh, my God. Seventeen. That must've been nice. You were still innocent church girl who didn't even know what sex was, I bet."

"I knew what sex was." I argue.

"That lucky, lucky, lucky bastard." He says it again. "I'm pissed that he cheated, by the way. I couldn't cheat on you. I feel like it'd be physically impossible to imagine myself with another woman except you--right now, at least." He says and I wrinkle my nose.

"You're a pig." I tell him.

"Don't make me get the chains and candle wax out while you degrade me, 'cause that turns me on."

"You're sick."

"I wouldn't mind being next in line to have a kid with you." He says next.

"I hate you." I say flatly.

"You want more kids in the future? With Nikki, obviously, unless you three just have some threesome thing going." He motions to me and Duff.

"No, no, we don't...I'd like to have kids with Nikki, yeah." I reply.

"Really? How many?"

"Quite a few."

"We talkin' two, four, six, eight, how much is a--"

"--About that many, yeah."

"Eight?" He raises his brows, shocked.

"About four to six, maybe."

"Six kids?"

"Sure."

"Do you like being pregnant? I feel like that subconsciously comes from a freak part of your brain that's into pregnancy."

"Why is everything sexual to you?"

"You're deflecting."

"I'm not into pregnancy I just want a big family. I'm the only child my parents had and I want Monroe to have a lot of brothers and sisters."

"Does Nikki know you want six kids?"

"Yeah, we've talked about it."

"And he's good with that number?"

"Yeah."

"Answer this question for me."

"Okay."

"Did you mention wanting six kids with him while making love, because I guarantee anybody in bed with you is gonna agree to murder if you ask them."

"Why do you keep tying it back to sex, Howard, dude, chill." Duff tells him.

"I'm just making a point." Howard tells us.

"It wasn't during 'making love'." I say.

"I don't believe that." He states. "Because no man is gonna agree to six kids unless they're distracted by what the kids are gonna be coming out of--that's a weapon for you women and you guys use it knowing we're paralyzed victims."

"Oh, my God." I mumble.

"The same vagina that got Nikki Sixx to get married, is the same vagina that had Duff McKagan risking his brand new career on a big tour, is the same vagina that convinced Nikki to stay and have six more kids despite you being completely crazy."

My face turns bright red, my eyes closing as I hold back a nervous chuckle, and I can tell Duff's getting aggravated.

"Why do you want so many kids--the real reason." Howard asks.

"The plan is to milk as many from him as I can and then file for divorce and collect alimony and child support." I say, sarcastically.

"Seriously?"

"No, Howard." I scold him for even considering that's a possibility.

"I honestl--no, you know what I think? I think what I hear about you being wild and crazy and evil is completely true, and you just keep stomping your heels down on these guys' throats and torture them but they let you get away with it because you're sexy and have a hot body and whatever poison is between your legs is like heroin."

I feel a punch to my stomach but push it aside.

"Oh, please, if that were the case I'd be getting anything I wanted and wouldn't have had a husband who was strung out for years."

#gateway drug

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the-girl-with-the-glass-heart · 3 years

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Next gen au: Children of Holt, Jackson and Claire

Before you guys ask, yes, they are the same person and before you guys try to complain that they are different heights Jekyll and Hyde were different heights anyways so hah.

Also sorry for poor image quality if you click on the pictures they’ll be in higher quality!... I think.

Anyways now on to the characters, First is JD.

When Claire and Jackson first started dating they were worried about including holt in the relationship even though Claire had learned to warm up to him over time, they thought it could get really hectic and end poorly like with Frankie but those fears soon disappeared.

After Henrietta was born they wondered since Claire was a human if Henrietta was gonna even have a Hyde side (they were especially worried because unlike her dad she didn’t even get triggered to switch from hearing loud music, they didn’t know what to do!), until one day they found out that it wasn’t music, it was adrenaline!

So after four years of waiting and a really bad sugar rush JD appeared and Holt decided to name him after Jackson and Deuces initials (but holt likes to make a lot of jokes about what it “really” stands for).

For a while things were pretty tame, normal stuff happened like playing with their second cousins (Heath and Abbey’s kids) visiting his “uncle” chad a ton and a lot of childhood injuries until one day something happened that threw everyone for a loop: JD came out as trans.

He was really scared about it but everyone was really accepting and gave him all sorts of support, Clair even bought him a binder the next day.

All this love and support not only made JD mature into a very happy young man it also made him very close with his family, especially Holt.

Holt even encouraged him to pursue art which later developed into his one true passion and gave him the idea to start posting his comics online, he’s also very close with him mom and other dad too but Holt will always be his hero.

He’s also got a deep love for skating and a certain half salt water half fresh water fish boy with boundary issues that I might make a post about if I ever draw him~.

He’s based off of Avril Levine, Pink and my friend Adrian.

As For Henrietta, she’s a smart woman and trust me she knows it.

She flaunts her intellect every where she goes and treats it as some sort of status symbol, she’s really stuck up and in her ways, she often has little patience for mistakes and thus treats beginners with either disdain or complete disregard.

She’s dedicated her whole life to science and she doesn’t like it when others try to treat it as something silly, let’s just say if she met miss frizzle from the magic school bus she would probably punch her.

She gets angry quite easily, doesn’t like most people and will insult you mercilessly if you offend her but don’t let that hard spikes exterior fool you because she does actually have a softer side that her class mates never see.

She’s very kind to her family and despite the fact she likes to boss her cousins around and use them for expirements she’s still protective of them, she loves venting her frustrations to her mother, doing expirements with Jackson and acting like a complete nut case with Holt.

There is no one on this earth though that is more important to her than her brother, JD.

They may not understand each other’s hobbies, JD may not like how she treats other kids and they may not be able to physically speak but they legitimately love each other and want to make each other happy.

They even have matching yin and yang friendship necklaces so that every time they are apart they have something to remind them of each other (even if they are a little sad that they will never be able to click them together).

They care about each other and even though she automatically hates everyone she meets she especially hates the people who mess with her brother.

She can act crazy or like a total maniac when she’s way to wrapped up in science and yes she might of blown up the school with pop rocks once or twice but she’s not impossible to get along with.

Plus if you really wanna get to her heart, give her a baking soda volcano and she’ll absolutely melt at the sight and go into a huge speech about how it’s science in its purest most young and sweet form.

She’s based off of Anton Ego from ratatouille, Principle Scudworth from Clone high and Janus from sander sides.

Here are the sketches and aesthetics I used to plan the outfits out.

#monster high #mh #jackson jekyll #holt hyde #monster high clair #Clair x Jackson #ghouls rule #monster high ghouls rule #next gen au #monster high fan kids #mh fan kids #mh next gen #monster high au #monster high next gen #Jackson x Clair

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darling-i-read-it · 4 years

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Rain

JD x reader

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: insinuations to smut, one night stand, pregnancy

Author’s Note: I love love love Brad in this movie and this song is so good!! I loved writing this and I hope you like it. I hope to write more for him in the furture for sure. He could rob me anytime.

Requested: by @fancycandy, Good evening! I apologize for bothering you yet again. I'm wondering if you'd be interested in taking a request for JD from Thelma & Louise? You know I thrive on Brad. I was thinking something that vaguely follows the song All I Wanna Do is Make Love to You by Heart? JD is hitchhiking in the rain in the middle of the night as reader is driving back home. She gives him a ride to a hotel. Seeing how handsome he is, she stays the night with him and leaves the next morning before he wakes. (1/2) About five years later, he comes back through town to find her. As he walks into town, a young boy walks up looking like him, with her chasing after him? It can end however you like? It doesn't have to follow the whole plot of the song. I feel bad requesting so much Brad, especially after all the amazing Christian/Ewan content recently. I just really stan one (1) man in this house. And I absolutely love Heart and I can only think of young Brad when I hear their songs. Tysm & ily! 😭 (2/2)

Summary: the request!

Genre: fluff

Song:All I Wanna Do Is Make Love To You by Heart

(not my gif) (AN ICON MY ICON) (yesidothecookingyesidothecleaning)

The rain was real bad that night. You remembered the rain. If it hadn’t been raining, who knows what would have really happened. No one really knew. It could have been anything.

You remember that there was barely anyone on the streets. You were taking a drive when the downpour really started and so you were just trying to get home, back to the warm place that seemed so far away and in truth you had driven quite far away.

You saw JD walking down the street. His cowboy hat hanging off his head, rain pouring down off it and how soaked his shirt was you almost thought that he wasn’t wearing one. He was holding a bag, walking slowly somewhere. At the sight of your headlights he turned around and tried to wave you down. Upon seeing his handsome face, you pulled over, figuring you would hate yourself if you left him out in the weather like that.

“Hey hon, get in.”

“Thank you so much ma’am.” He walked across the front of the car and opened the door, slumping into the passenger seat. You turned to him.

“Where you going babe?”

“Is there a hotel near here?”

“Yeah just down the street.”

You started the car and he began to thank you again. You noticed he was really handsome and kind about you giving him a ride too. You didn’t often pick up guys on the side of the street but tonight you thought that it couldn’t hurt any, hoping of course he wasn’t a serial killer.

“What are you doing out in the rain at this time of night?” you asked, sparking conversation. He shrugged, ringing out his hat of water. The rain was still pounding heavily on the roof of the car but you could hear him fine.

“Trying to make it somewhere I can sleep and be relatively warm. I haven’t seen any cars beside you, thank God you were around this late,” he told you, a light drawl on his words. You nodded.

“I was just driving home. I don’t usually pick people up but in this weather…” you trailed off and he hummed in agreement.

“Thank you again, it’s freezing out there.”

You drove in a relative silence back to the hotel. It was a comfortable silence and you picked conversation back up a little ways there. He told you about how he wasn’t going anywhere really but he was happy to see that you knew a place for him to stay. It was a pretty nice hotel and when you arrived you followed him into the office so that you made sure he had enough money to get a room and he offered you to walk him out to his room, simply for your safety of course.

You followed him closely, feeling the heat in your chest as you leaned against the door frame of his room. The door to his room was outside, motel fashion, so you could feel the rain against your back even though there was an awning.

“You know, I don’t think I can let you drive home in this storm,” he said, putting his arm on the door frame above where you were leaning against.

“What, you mean stay with you?” He shrugged.

“You said it, not me.” Your faces were close, so close you could feel his breath. You leaned forward and kissed him which he reciprocated right away.

You stumbled back into the hotel room and shut the door firmly behind you.

That was five years ago.

To date that was still the best night you had ever had. You left before he woke up, leaving him a note with something poetic and thanking him. Plenty of X’s and O’s. Your name.

JD didn’t leave your mind and then of course, when you found out you were pregnant he stuck even more. You had no way of contacting him. You didn’t even know his last name. He had only told you his first that night.

Today you were driving in the same place, passing by the hotel you had spent a night at all those years ago. There were still so many emotions that went with it, even if you were pretty sure that you would never see him again.

Your son was in the back seat of the car, ready to be dropped off at your parents (who now lived in the house that you used to own) so that you could go to work. You noticed your gas getting low and groaned, pulling into the hotel parking lot as you started to sputter out.

“Mom?”

“It’s okay sweets I’m just gonna call grandma to get us some gas okay?” You turned to him and made sure he was alright before getting out of the car, leaning against the outside. You started to dial a number when it began raining, making you cuss before your mom picked up the ringing phone.

It started picking up when you saw a guy walking into one of the rooms. You squinted, noticing a white cowboy hat.

“No fucking way,” you whispered, turning off the phone and walking forward. “JD?!” He turned around and it was definitely him. He looked like he hadn’t changed in those five years. You brushed a piece of hair out of your face and his face lit up when he saw you.

“Y/N?” He rushed over, smiling and throwing his arm around you.

“You remember me!” you said, laughing. He nodded, pulling away and looking at you.

“Of course I remember you. Best night. I still have your note somewhere in the bag.” He showed you his backpack and you laughed. He looked over at your car and started to walk over to where he was.

The back door opened and a little boy stumbled out, annoyed.

“Mom, grandma keeps calling the car.” JD looked down at the boy and saw his own gorgeous eyes looking back at him. You slowed to a stop and picked up your son.

“Who’s this?” JD asked, giving you a look.

“This..”

“I’m JD!” he called happily. You purse your lips and give both of them a look. Old JD had a moment of realization and you looked at each other.

“I didn’t know how to get a hold of you,” you told him.

“Can I hold him?” he asked, weepy eyed. You looked at your son and nodded.

“Here, go see mamas friend.” He nodded and you handed him over happily. They looked at each other for a minute.

“You have the same eyes as me,” your son muttered. He laughed, running a hand through his hair

“Yeah. Yeah I do.”

“Hey, I’m gonna be late to work anyway. You wanna go to breakfast in the hotel. I’ve never had it.”

“It’s been a while since I had it too. Five years.”

#jd x reader Thelma and louise #brad pitt x reader #jd x reader

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nona-gay-simus · 4 years

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Top 6 Book Ideas I Will Never Write

Unlike my previous posts, this one IS in order from 5: just wouldn’t work to 1: straight up problematic, wtf past!Téa?

I’m not patting myself on the back because I won’t write these (especially the more problematic ones), I just want to share some of the bad ideas I’ve had as a teenager in hopes of entertaining y'all

6. Submissive Rich CEO gets Dommed by his Wife.

What was the story about?

Pretty much what it says on the tin.

Why I won’t write it?

This one was the epitome of 'just vibes, no plot'. It's about a guy who gets dominated by his wife. That’s literally it. It’s not even a romance, they were already dating/married by the time the story starts. I suppose I could've made it Erotica, but I think I’d just get bored. Sex without context is not very sexy to me.

5. Following Six Protagonists Through College

What was the story about?

It was a contemporary new adult novel following six points of view through their college life and relationships - both romantic and platonic. 3 couples: m/m, m/f and f/f, who also had platonic reltionships with each other, like two of them were brother and sister, two were best friends, other two were rivals etc. Think of it as one of those ensamble cast movies like Love, Actually, Valentine’s Day, or He’s Just Not That Into You, but in book form.

Why I won’t write it?

It just wouldn’t work. 6 POVs are far too many to give everyone a differemt voice and a satisfying arc and nobody wants to read (or publish) a 180k contempoorary novel. I could also never decide what the platonic realtionships between the protagoinists would be; nor was everyone equally developed.

Now, some of these characters I might write about in the future (I had an idea to just take the brother and sister and have the novel follow them, and their two POVs), but the story in its original form will never manifest.

4. Singer Gets Back Together With Her Ex Boyfriend

What was the story about?

A conteporary adult romance. Britney, dated JD when they were teenagers. Years later she’s forming a band with her twin sister and best friend and they need a guitarist and a songwriter, so she meets with JD to offer him the position. After many trials and tribulations they get back together.

Why I won’t write it?

I’m honestly just... not very interested in these characters anymore. They started from old bandfic of mine (except JD wasn’t the main love interest. He was always an original charcater and I just started thinking: what if he really IS the love of her life?).

Some of these concepts made into an old draft of my current WIP ( my current draft is way different) and I wrote a short story about them (that will never see the light of day), so I think I’m good.

Goodreads showed me like 30k titles musicians, so I’m sure something like this already exists.

3. Secretary/Boss Romance

What the story is about?

Adult Conteporary Rom-Com. Maya, an out-of-the-box thinker gets hired to be the PA of a young, hot genius multi-millionaire and throughout the course of the story they fall in love. Possibly some BDSM elements.

Why I won’t write it?

Because there’s literally so many stories with this exact concept, I don’t know what else I could add to this trope. Plus, the power-dynamic is kinda a skewed one way. He’s richer than her, he’s her boss, he’s a man, he’s physically bigger... Even if i made it so she’s the Domme, not the sub (unlike my original idea where she was the sub, but I could mix it with number 6), he still has a lot of power over her. Maybe in the era of #MeToo is not the time for something like this. Plus, I don't think these characters were ever developed enough in my head for me to care enough to write a full book.

Now, there was another version of this, where Maya was a lesbian and te guy is pansexual, and the story is focused on ther platonic friendship instead of a romance, and maybe I’ll write that one, but probably not. 😂

2. Musican’s Ex Girlfriend Gets Pregnant, Hides Kid

What was the story about?

Adult Contemporary Rom-Com. Famous musican has a dysfunctional on-off reltionship with a woman for two-three years, until she gets pregnant and dumps him for real, without telling him she's pregnant. Years later, she contacts him again, revealing the kid. Now that they have both matured, they bond over their daughter and eventually get back together.

Why I won’t write it?

I like the idea of dysfunctional relationships in theory and I am trash for the trope of having people realize they are not right for each other at this time and break up despite being in love, only to get back together once they are mature enough to handle a relationship.

However it's a very hard line to balance, between “just dysfuntional enough to be entertaining” and “toxic and/or abusive” and I realized everyone in this particular story is an asshole.

The guy just wouldn’t take no for an answer while pursuing the main chick, even though she said “no” on at least 3 different occasions, and even slapped him once; and she was an asshole because once they were together, she was always unermining his confidence and emotionally abusing him.

Also, I just think there are certain things you can’t come back from (at least in a contemporary romance, where the characters are meant to be likeable) and hiding a child from someone is one of them. Why would anyone root for a relationship where the MC didn’t even trust the guy to be a good father?

Plus, I don’t think this is a very original idea. Attractive straight white people being assholes to each other, stories a plenty.

1. Interracial Black/White Romance in the 60s

What was the story about?

Young Adult/New Adult Contemporary/Historical Romance. A rich white girl in the American South falls in love for the Black gardener and the two run away to a state where interracial marriages are legalized.

Why I will never write it?

It’s very much not my story to tell and it’s pretty problematic concept-wise.

I’m not Black (nor am I even American) and a story like this requires deep intimate knowedge about Blackness in America and probably an OwnVoices author. Also, I’m pretty sure that the vast majority of Black people don’t want to see themselves represented as servants falling in love with their white Masters/Bosses or their children.

I came up with this idea as a teenager, after first learning that interracial marriges were not legal in the states until the late 60s and at the time I was very interested in the concept of forbidden love. Mostly because I was queer, but I didn't realize that at the time.

And as i started learning more about race, I realized that this idea hat is just offensive, at least coming from someone like me. I do want to represent PoC in my romances, but I want to do it in a respectful manner. I'm sure there are plenty of interracial romances that explore race, written by BIPOC and I'd rather rec those than write an offensive, racist story like this.

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robotsandzombiesarebi · 4 years

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Looking at the same sky

HSS (CA)

MC (Bailey Westlake)

MC x Skye

Notes: This is my first attempt at a choices fanfic so I hope I can do some justice. This is going to be a few instalments long so bear with it. Hope you enjoy.

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Bailey wiped the sweat from her brow as she rushed from table to table, trying to clear with one hand and jot down orders with the other. The Golden Griddle was swarmed with people as it usually was on a Friday evening. Cedar Cove was a nice town, but there wasn’t much of a dating scene which left young couples with the choice of the arcade, the beach or the Golden Griddle. While balancing a small stack of dishes on her bent elbow, Bailey held the note pad and pen, turning to the next table without taking her concentration off of the precariously balanced stack.

“Welcome to the Golden Griddle” She said, breathlessly. “What can I get you?”

“A black coffee…. and a kiss.” Said the soft voice that Bailey could only just notice.

“OK, that’ll be out for you in just a sec.” With that, she rushed to the window that joined the kitchen to the dining room. “Hey Casey. We need 3 Apple pie slices for table six, franks and eggs for table two and a black coffee and a kiss for table five. I’ll get the coffee if you pass out the rest.”

She ran the tap that poured out piping hot water, quickly nudging a cup in to the stream. After stirring in the coffee and setting it on a dish with a few small sugar packets she called back to Casey. “How are those orders coming?”

“Here’s table two and six.” Casey chuckled as he passed the plates through the opening.

“What about table five?”

“Bailey, read the order.”

“I did! Black coffee, which I’ve done, and a…” She stopped short, looking slowly up at the table across the diner where she saw the familiar shine of deep red waves spilling over the matching stripes of a tight top.

There sat Skye Crandall, trying her best not to burst with laughter at Bailey’s obliviousness. Bailey turned and scowled at Casey for not correcting her sooner. She quickly tore open the sugar packets, emptying six into the dark drink before rushing it over to the table where her girlfriend sat.

“Hi…” Bailey said with a tired smile.

“Hey yourself. Sorry about the order, I just know how you get in to work and couldn’t resist messing with you a little.” Skye smirked.

“It’s fine. I should have recognised your voice.” Bailey laughed, setting the coffee in front of Skye. “I already poured your ridiculous amount of sugar. Why do you have so much anyway?”

“The coffee here is really bitter. My mom always buys this almond infused stuff so I don’t have as much at home. What time do you finish?”

“Maybe another hour or so. Why? Are you going to whisk me away?”

“Um, no? But I wondered if you wanted to walk me home. But only if you want to. No obligation or anything.” Skye stammered.

“I’d love to, as long as you don’t mind waiting. Where have you been?”

“Nowhere, just thought I’d come see you at work. Is that weird?”

“Wait. You came all this way to see me for a hot minute at work and you’re worried I’ll say no to walking you home?”

“Urgh, I knew this weird. I’ll just leave.”

“NO!… I mean, no, stay. I’ll finish up as quickly as I can, then I’m all yours.”

Skye laughed. The faint embarrassed blush creeping away from her cheeks. “All mine?”

“All yours.” Bailey said with a salute as she walked backwards to get back to work. As she turned, she collided with a large frame, knocking herself to the floor while the person she bumped into stood firm.

“Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry.” She squeaked as she scrambled to her feet. Looking up she saw the person she had crashed into was Jordan Daniels (JD). The most popular girl in school, captain of the football team and victim of the leg breaking incident of Bailey’s first day at Berry. “Oh, JD. Sorry!”

“You said that already” She laughed, straightening her clothes. “Its fine, no harm done. Are you OK?”

“Yeah. Yes, I’m good. Just overworked.”

“Yeah…” JD said as she glanced around the diner. “Its usually pretty quiet in here. Serves me right for craving your dad’s chilli-cheese dogs on a Friday, huh.”

“Yep. It’s like…”

“BAILEY!” A stern voice interrupted. “Come on, there’s people waiting.” Came her dad’s voice from the kitchen.

“Sorry! Can you start a chilli-cheese dog please?”

“Oh, and a double strawberry shake and fries?” JD called out to Bailey’s dad, doing her best Bailey impression; laughing when he failed to notice, also buried under his workload. “We’ll be in the corner booth, Bailey.” She smiled, making her way over to the beautiful blonde sitting across the diner.

Bailey continued her work, clearing table after table and waving goodbye to customers as the diner slowly started to clear out. When just a few patrons remained, she caught her dad’s eye and gave him a pleading look, motioning towards Skye. He gave a stiff nod, and barely hid the sorrowful look on his face as he turned back to finish clearing down the kitchen.

“Time to go” Bailey said with a grin as she put out a hand for Skye to take. “Sorry you had to wait. I hate Friday shifts.”

“its OK, really. i wasn’t expecting you to just drop your work for me.”

“But, you know i definitely would if i could. I’d give anything for more time with you.” at that, Skye looked taken aback.

“You really mean that don’t you?” It was more of a statement than a question.

“I do.” Bailey laced her fingers through Skye’s as they walked together. “And i always will.” The two of them walked closely through the town in time to see the lights of the stores and other restaurants shutting off. The night was quiet aside from the occasional rumble of a motorcycle passing somewhere close by. They walked in silence for most of their journey. This was a usual thing. Skye wasn’t much of a talker at the best of times and Bailey was glad to enjoy the peace after the rush of the diner. Another usual thing that occurred was, the closer they got to Skye’s family home, the more she would start striking up things to talk about. Bailey could easily recognise what was happening. Skye would try to keep her talking for as long as possible to buy herself valuable minutes before re-entering the house and switching her attention from the one person who brought her serenity to those who gave her nothing but stress and anxiety.

Midway through Skye talking about a new movie they should go and see, (not even one she would usually be interested in, but that was irrelevant right now), Bailey cut her off.

“Hey, so tell me if this is too forward, but…” She blushed furiously, earning herself a half smirk from the darkened lips of the beautiful girl before her. “…Did you want me to ask my parents if you can stay over tonight?”

Now it was Skye’s turn to blush. Her face heated at the mild implication and her breath caught in her throat. “Um, yeah… Yeah, that sounds, nice.”

Without wasting another second, Bailey called her mom and had to focus to stop herself from bouncing on the spot with nervous energy.

“Hello?” Her Mom answered.

“Mom…..” Bailey dragged the word out, tryng to soften the blow of what she was about to ask. “Skye and i were wondering….”

“Are you about to ask me if she can stay over for the night?” Her voice had a slight teasing tone which sounded positive to Bailey.

“Yes. But!… I’ll keep my door open a crack and we’ll just be watching movies and its not like she never stayed over before, but this time there’s no one else to worry about. Also, i’ll walk Biscuit every day for the next month, even the days that Casey owes me and you definitely let Erin stay over super late for Casey and i am technically the older sibling…”

“Bailey!” her mom’s voice rang through so loud that the phone was almost unnecessary. “Thank you for being mature enough to ask me, and you do make a very convincing argument. But i’m afraid tonight just wont do sweetie”

“oh… OK. but, why not?” She asked, sounding as though the breath had been pulled from her body along with every ounce of her excitement.

“Your Dad and I need to talk to you and your brother. Don’t worry, the discussion is not off the table. We’ll talk about it very soon OK?”

“Yeah, OK Mom. i’ll head home now.” They said their “I love you”s and hung up. Bailey turned back to Skye who had a look of grim acceptance on her face, her eyes flicking repeatedly over to the lit-up window of the living room of her house. More-so, the shadows that kept passing it. “I’m sorry Skye”

“It’s OK. At least i always know i have you near, and if i need you, you’ll come rescue me, right?”

“Always” Bailey smiled

“Then there’s nothing for me to worry about, right?”

“Right!” Bailey pulled Skye by their still linked hands in to a tight embrace. it was never going to be long until they saw each other again, but the moments in between haunted Bailey. Knowing what the Crandalls were like was bad enough, but what truly haunted her were the things she was sure Skye didn’t tell her.

“Get home safe, OK?” Skye whispered against the tender skin of Bailey’s neck.

“You be safe too.” She said concernedly

“Duh, i live right there…” Skye smirked, pointing to the house a few feet from them. Bailey smiled back but was sure that Skye knew what she meant and was just covering up her own worry.

“I’ll see you tomorrow” She waved as she walked out of the yard and on to the streets. “I love you.”

At that they both stopped, still getting used to the three words passing beautifully between them.

“I love you too.” Skye smiled earnestly before opening the front door and disappearing inside.

The walk home wasn’t far from Skye’s house and though it wasn’t cold out, Bailey could feel the chill on her hand and up her arm, in all the places that Skye had been making contact on their walk together. Seeing her house come in to view, her mind began to wander. Thoughts of how different things could have been tonight, if Skye had been allowed to stay with her. First came exhilaration of the possibilities of having her first serious girlfriend to herself all night, and the things that they had talked about up until now, maybe, finally happening for real instead of just fantasies. Exhilaration gave way to worry when she thought of where the girl she loved was instead. In a pit of vipers that hiss as venomously as they bite, and her alone to face them.

Forcing herself to push the negative thoughts aside, promising silently that she would text Skye as soon as she was in her room to check in, she opened the door to her home. What she saw inside was curious. Both of her parents looking extremely guilty, and Casey just looking confused.

“Whats going on?” she asked, looking from one member of her family to another.

“Bailey, come and sit down. You need to hear this.” Her mom said calmly. Bailey made her way to the dining table where they were sat, trying to figure out the unfamiliar look on her twins face. “The thing is honey…”

Before she had a chance to finish her thought, Casey stood abruptly up, knocking his chair over with the force. “They’re making us move, Bailey! Regardless of our friends, our relationships, our school!”

She was sure she could still faintly hear Casey yelling, but her ears rushed and her head span. Fighting past the feeling of sawdust in her mouth, Bailey only managed two words before the tears pricking at her eyes threatened to spill.

“But…No….

To be continued.

#high school story #hss #hssca #high school story class act #skye #skye crandall #pixelberry fanfiction #pixelberry #angst #choices stories you play #playchoices #choices #skyexmc #skye x mc #mc x skye #mcxskye

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gravecinema · 4 years

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Why Heathers is the Best High School Movie of the 80's - 06/03/2020

The 1980’s brought forth many a high school movie. The most famous movies were the John Hughes movies such as Pretty in Pink, The Breakfast Club, and Ferris Bueller’s Day Off. These are all great movies in their own right, but it was a movie by director Michael Lehmann and writer Daniel Waters in 1989 that would prove to be the defining high school movie of that decade. That movie was Heathers.

Heathers is anchored by a career performance from Winona Ryder. Winona Ryder has said she was motivated to make this movie because of her strong feelings about girl cliques, the pervasive bullying that goes on in high schools and the "hellishness" of the high school experience. With a character name of Veronica, she is the black sheep in the group of four popular girls at school, with the other three girls are all named Heather, which is where the title of the film comes from. Unlike the more teen-friendly John Hughes movies, Heathers is an R-rated dark comedy covering the themes of body image, depressive isolation, date rape, murder, suicide, and toxic relationships. Veronica is just trying to be like one of the other Heathers at the start of the movie, even though she hates the peer pressure of doing things she’s morally against. All that is about to change though, when she starts a relationship with the new bad-boy student at school named JD, played by a young Christian Slater.

Christian Slater has a star-making performance in the movie, and his character of JD is the main driver of the plot. JD uses his influence on Veronica after hooking up with her to push her towards killing everyone whom he considers to be a bad element in the school, while having the idea of making them all look like suicides. Even though when they kill the first Heather it can be considered somewhat of an unintended accident, JD starts to like the idea of killing everyone that he feels deserves it. JD is an immensely tragic character, which is part of what makes him such a great antagonist. After witnessing the suicide of his mother when he was a kid, JD carries that trauma along with being an outcast wherever the next place his dad moves him to. He is also the only character in the movie to successfully commit suicide at the climax of the film. He’s a character that especially has a much deeper meaning today after school and mass shooting events such as Columbine in 1999.

One great strength of Heathers that always stands out to me is the memorable lines from the fantastic script by Daniel Waters. It contains great quotable lines such as “Fuck me gently with a chainsaw,” “Dear Diary, my teen-angst bullshit now has a body count,” and “Whether to kill yourself or not is one of the most important decisions a teenager can make.” The best and most memorable line of all though has to be when the father of one two football players who they believe were killed in an apparent gay suicide pact is giving a eulogy. “My son’s a homosexual, and I love him. I love my dead gay son.” You’ll be quoting Heathers for a while with friends long after you’ve seen it.

Heathers also has a memorable and distinct soundtrack with a score by David Newman. An opening and closing song of “Que Sera, Sera” also provides a nice theme for the movie. It bookends the start and ending of the film and gives the story a nice whimsical feel to it. The only other featured song used in the film provides the main message of the whole movie. The name of the song: “Teenage Suicide (Don’t Do It).” Fairly on the nose if you ask me.

One thing that always stands out to me when I watch this movie is the wonderful display of 80’s fashion. The blazers, designs, and hairstyles could only have come from the 80’s. The character of JD is the only one who looks the most timeless out of the bunch, since a dark trench coat never goes out of style. The most interesting costume choice though is whatever the hell the spirit of Heather Chandler was wearing in a dream sequence. I guess that’s the beauty of dream sequences. You can do weird stuff in them.

The best thing about the costume design in Heathers aside from its 80’s-ness has to be the use of colors. The five major characters each have a prominent color and by extension a certain emotion attached to them. Veronica is dressed in pure blue, the alpha Heather Chandler is dressed in power red, Heather McNamara in innocent yellow, Heather Duke in secondary green, and JD in evil black. One thing I love about this is that it shows character transitions at certain points in the film. After Heather Chandler is killed and taken out of the top of the high school hierarchy, Heather Duke stops wearing green and adopts the color of red in her wardrobe to signify her stepping into the role of the new Queen of the colony. The red hairband that she takes after Heather Chandler’s demise also represents a sort of crown for this role. This symbolism is further cemented when at the end of the film Veronica takes the hairband off Heather Duke and puts it on herself proclaiming that there’s a new sheriff in town.

The real staying-power of Heathers rests in the major themes that it tackles. Even though the script plays the movie up as more of a satire with how the high school faculty is represented in their reactions to the suicides, the major commentary on teenage suicide and toxic relationships carry heavy weight. It shows how peer pressure can carry a heavy influence on the major social groups in school, and how being an outcast from that group can cause major depression and lead to suicidal thoughts. The scene where Veronica stops Heather McNamara from committing suicide in the bathroom is the main showcase of this. It tackles the questions of why a teenager would feel that they have no choice but to commit suicide, and also why doing so would be stupid. We also see the outcasted Martha attempt to commit suicide, only to later reveal that she was unsuccessful in her attempt, which prompts Heather Duke to mock her even more for being a failure at that.

The relationship that starts between Veronica and JD is a textbook example of how one partner can have a toxic effect on the other, leading them both down a path of self-destruction. They practically beat you on the head with it as JD literally self-destructs at the end of the film. Veronica is ultimately saved by her rejection of JD and his codependent bullshit. She sees the futility of the path JD is taking and is doing her best to get away from it. JD lost the love of his mother when was young and shows his disconnect with his dad. He then shows a need for the love of Veronica and her acceptance of him with his views and choices. When she stops giving him both, that’s the trigger that leads him down his final path of self-destruction. It was only through the direct actions of Veronica that he is prevented from taking the rest of the school and the people that he hates with him.

There were originally several alternate endings for the film than the one they ultimately decided on. The original ending from scriptwriter David Waters had JD being successful in blowing up the entire school, and then ending the movie with everyone getting together in a sort of prom in heaven where everyone got along and accepted one another just as JD proclaimed while trying to blow up the school. When that was rejected for being too dark since they all died, the writer then had Martha stab Veronica when she was trying to make peace with her at the end, claiming that she is a Heather while Veronica is denying it. In the end, we ultimately got the ending that was used in the film when Martha accepted the peace offering, and the movie ends on a more upbeat and hopeful note.

The more upbeat ending was a good choice, since the cult following that would grow with the movie over time would eventually lead a successful stage musical adaptation in 2014. The musical is great at expanding on the themes from the movie, using the power of musical numbers to help highlight them. The great and iconic line of “I love my dead gay son” even gets its very own song. I recommend listening to the West End version of the show, since that version replaces one song with a better one and adds two of the best songs in the whole show. Musicals always have songs containing certain emotional themes and the “Fuck you” song is always my favorite song in any musical, and “I Say No” is the best “Fuck you” song from a musical that I’ve heard in a long while.

Heathers will always be a great movie and one of my favorites to rewatch. The themes contained within will continue to resonate with high schoolers today. While there are other high school movies made during the 80’s that teens can also identify with, none of them quite have the biting satire and dark themes that Heathers provides. For me, Heathers will always be the best high school movie of the 80’s.

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livelovelaug-h · 4 years

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How you & Dr. Cox get together

Dr. Cox x reader small jd x reader

A/n: Sorry this is so long loll 😅 credit to @mona-stay for helping me with this and being my beta!!! 💕💕💕

It sucks when you like someone but it especially sucks when it's someone you're working with. it can be hard to get their attention especially in a hospital.

Of course you first thought Perry Cox was arrogant and full of himself. But it was all an act and he started growing on you the more the days went on. You guys didn't talk much but just seeing him around was enough to make your heart Start pumping out of its chest. He was so hot.

You heard a rumour that

"Cox has feelings for Carla" and they seemed pretty close so you didn't interfere. You got confused when Carla started dating Turk Jd's best friend. You and Jd talked only a little here & there, but when he broke up with Elliot you guys starting talking more and helplessly flirted. So you guys agreed to be friends with benefits.

Your feelings grew more for Perry when you saw his true colors on this one specific day:

Flashback

You were not having the best day. You lost two people. You lost a kid in the morning that was born premature and a girl who had terminal cancer. The rest of the day was going to torturous.

Crying in the medicine room for awhile, you heard someone come in. Perry Cox. You quickly wiped the tears away, picked up some random bottle to make it seem like that's why you were in there and started walking out.

"Hey, I was looking for you." He says with something in his voice you couldn't quite place.

"Look I don't need one of your world famous Dr. Cox lectures or rants right now. I know I could have done better I don't need you telling me too." You said.

"I wasn't gonna say that actually. I was going to tell you that I think you did a good job."

"Really?"

"Yeah ever since you started working here you haven't needed me half as much as the others. You're independent, smart, and there was nothing you could have done differently to save those lives." You were now on the verge of tears. "it would have happened no matter who was their doctor. Don't doubt yourself for a second."

"Wow... thank you. That means a lot coming from you." You let a tear shed, turning to walk away you heard: "Hey.. uh my shifts up in a few minutes wanna grab a cup of coffee?"

"Yeah sure, I'd love that."

~~~

You guys sat down after being in line getting your coffees. "Hey how are you feeling?"

"awful."

"Do you want to talk about it?" He asks.

"Well... we knew it was terminal and the day would come, but it doesn't make it any easier. It's not fair, she was so Young." He must have seen you were about to cry again so he put his hand over yours.

"It doesn't get easier but that just means you can't let it tear you down. It means you have feelings. I remember my first time losing someone, 20 years later I still react the same."

"What do you do with the pain?"

"I drink my pain away. Always will always have. Also every now and then I talk it out with someone. Maybe your boyfriend Abby can help you with that."

"Jd? Oh no we're not dating. I told him it would be better if we were just friends."

"Oh."

"What about you? Who's your special someone."

"No one at the moment."

You guys lost track of the time and stayed in the cafe over an hour just talking. He truly did make you feel better.

Jd came in the Lunchroom and started heading over to you guys:

"oh hey you guys are still here. Are you ready to carpool?."

"Yeah sure. By the way (you looked back at Cox) you were right it was nice talking with someone." You smiled at him.

"Of course I'm always right." He said teasing, which you laughed too.

"I really appreciated this. See you tomorrow."

"Yeah, see ya."

End of flashback

Since yesterday you couldn't stop thinking of him even more. You had to walk past him so you nodded saying "doctor Cox."

"Doctor (y/l/n)." He was smiling too much, but you didn't get to see since you were walking away. When you left he did a little "ugh" but the good one.

"Ooo looks like someone has a crush." Carla said.

"Oh no I don't."

"No? what do you call it when you smile like that?"

"I am not smiling - (he stops the smiling) no I'm not and I call it one of the only people in this hospital that doesn't drive me crazy? Ding ding ding ding ding we have a winner and it's not you anymore."

"Oh please you know I'm right!" She says while he walks away.

~~The next week~~

You had just finished up your shift and wanted to change from your scrubs. It had been a long day so you were ready for a drink. You had on a nice top that was a little revealing but hey Friday night was the night to let your hair down right?!

You were walking towards the front of the hospital where you seen Todd, Cox and Carla. Of course Todd was drooling. "Boobies. Oh… I mean you look hot." Todd blurted out before he could stop himself.

"Todd give It a rest." Cox said hitting him on the head.

Todd shrugs looking towards Carla "but she does look hot" he said low so cox wouldn't hear.

"You look nice." Perry says, taking a step closer. OMG HE THINKS I LOOK HOT. His tone sounded slightly sarcastic but the cheek wink and flirty smirk, definitely made it clear to you alone he really meant it. "going anywhere special?" he asked.

You could feel the blush on your cheeks burn, "erm only the local with these two" you pointed at Carla and Todd "the others are meeting us there, you should come"

"Ah no i don't want to Intrude."

"Oh no you won't be. Plus I'll need someone cool to talk to."

"I'll think about it." he winks.

"Hopefully I'll see you there."

The whole time you kept checking the door to see who was coming in and every time you got disappointed. He never showed up.

JD walked over to you and asked: "Hey why do you keep checking the door? who are you waiting for?"

You shrugged "no one." Carla gave you a sad smile.

You may have thought you had someones attention but maybe it wasn't enough to pull them in.

~~~

Fear is something we're constantly fighting. Weather its a new relationship or a new job it always seems to be there.

Carla walks in the hospital and sees Dr. Cox

"Why say your gonna be somewhere and not show up?''

"ahh don't let the bf hear you say that but I'm flattered you missed me."

Fear can make you do a lot of things like, not show up to something even though you really wanted to go.

"it's not me who missed you but if your gonna play y/n like you do all the interns I'm not gonna stand around and watch."

"y/n only wanted me there because I was there for her when she lost those people."

Carla soften up "maybe but that girl had eyes for you since day one and if weren't so full of it you would have seen that."

Cox is quiet for a moment and rubs his head.

"see you do like her too!"

"I don't and even if I did it can't happen."

"why?"

"Well it's unethical we work together"

"yeah right like that ever stopped you. Next excuse."

"so what? even if it's possible to date each other why would she want me, I'm sure she'll find herself some younger nicer boyfriend."

"Sure you are ignorant most of the time but we know that you are no Bob kelso. You are a good man and that's what she sees."

"Ehh yeah i don't know."

"I think you're just scared to commit." He stands quiet again. Carla was looking at something behind him.

"...But if you don't believe me you can ask her yourself." Perry turned and saw you standing there.

Maybe after all you did have their attention..

"is that really how you feel?" You asked him.

"look I like you but I'm older and I have a lot of baggage."

"we all have our baggage. And as long as the age I don't care. We don't have to get serious or jump right in, we can go out and have fun and just see where the feelings lead us. "

"that sounds good. Wanna go grab a drink after work? I promise I'll show up this time."

"i would love that." You giggle.

In the end it just takes talking it out with a friend to get over- well anything. In some cases it might help you realize that you shouldn't let fear hold you back.

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