#so mr. geeky had to run to the school
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When the group goes off to college Randy becomes Mr. Popular leaving Y/N in the dust | Randy Meeks x Reader | Angst
“Randy! Hey.” I called out as I jogged up to him. He turned around and gave me a soft smile. “Y/N hey”
I hadn’t seen him in what felt like forever. I mean sure I’d seen him but it was different ever since we got to college. We used to be attached at the hip and now we just passed each other on the way to class or sat together at lunch.
We barely spoke anymore. Not about anything below surface level at least. Just about school or Sid. I missed him.
“I uh wanted to know…” I stuttered. “If you wanted to hang out tonight. Just the two of us, like old times?” I finished. I saw his smile widen as he thought about it.
“Oh I uh I would love to,” he said “great!” I laughed. His smile fell. That was weird. “But I can’t. I have plans with some friends from film studies. I would cancel if I could but we’ve been planning this for a week-“ he ranted.
What friends? I’ve never heard about such friends. “Oh…” was all I said. My smile now gone as well. There was clear tension in the air.
I heard his shoes stumble against the gravel under us as he took a step toward me. “Y/N I’m sorry. We can totally hang out this weekend.” He offered.
I knew it was unfair of me to want him to cancel and spend time with me. He had plans before I get it. I just wished I didn’t always feel like I was pushed to the side by him.
“No yeah it’s fine. We don’t have to hang out I get it you have new friends.” I whispered. Maybe it was petty but it just slipped out.
“What? No that’s not it-“ I turned my back on him mid sentence and just left. I didn’t want to risk crying in front of him. It was stupid it was one night but it felt like the last few months it’s been time after time. Being told he’s busy or has to study. If he’s not studying he’s at a party.
I don’t know. I just feel like I don’t know him anymore. What happened to the dork who didn’t even know how to talk to girls. Let alone flirt with sorority girls at parties.
I decided to walk to the local coffee shop to cheer myself up. Randy, Sid, and I had came here our first day on campus and it became a favorite place of mine.
As I walked in, I saw a glance of a guy in a light green t-shirt. His back was turned as he looked at the book in front of him. He had brown fluffy hair and was wearing khakis.
I smiled remembering the day you met Randy. That same stupid outfit. “Y/N?” The barista called out. I went and grabbed my drink. “Thanks.” I said looking back at the boy.
‘Maybe I’ll talk to him.’ I thought. Talk to him and say what? ‘Oh hey you look just like the guy I’m hopelessly in love with even though he’s currently ignoring me and practically kicked me to the curb? Wanna hang?’
Wait a second. Did I just say I love Randy..? Like Randy Meeks? Geeky video store Randy? Oh god am I sick? Why did I say that?
With the newfound panic I had caused myself I decided to run out of that coffee shop and run home.
Time skip
I was laying in my bed writing in my diary trying to figure out somehow what I was feeling. Was I really in love with Randy? Was that why his rejection hurt so bad?
A knock on my dorm room door interrupted my thoughts. That’s weird, Sid had a key. Who else would be at our dorm. Maybe Derek looking for Sidney?
I walked over to the door and opened it. “Y/N…hi.” Randy stood in the fluorescent hallway. He awkwardly reached his hand up behind his neck.
“What do you want?” I asked. He pushes past me into my room uninvited. “Sure come in” I sighed rolling my eyes shutting the door behind him.
“Look, I’m sorry if I’ve given you the impression that I’m too busy for you. You’re my friend more than any of these film people I’ve met here. I don’t have ‘new friends’ it’s not like that. I swear.” He ranted. I just listened.
“I feel horrible.” He finished. I sheepishly nodded. He sat on my bed patting the spot next to him for me. I sat next to him as he not so subtly looked me up and down.
I felt butterflies in my stomach but tried to ignore it. “I’m sorry if I was being petty.” I said scoffing at myself. I felt stupid.
He put his hand on my knee and smiled at me. “It wasn’t petty. You were just upset, rightfully so. I haven’t been fair to you. I’ve ditched on our movie nights so many times I can’t excuse it. All I can do is say I’m sorry. And please forgive me.” He squeezed my knee as if to give me some extra reassurance.
I giggle but it was almost sad. “You wanna know something stupid?” I laughed out. “Sure.”
“I was at the coffee shop earlier, and this boy was there and he looked just like you.” I started and he just chuckled waiting for me to continue.
“He wore your green shirt from the day we met. I swear it was a spitting image. It’s stupid, part of me hoped we’d get the chance to talk.” He just looked at me confused.
“I wanted it to be you. Like somehow you teleported there or something.” I laughed. Why was I telling him this..?
“I guess I’m not as over you as I thought that I was. And I thought I was.” I sighed. I guess this was it. I spit it out it’s too late now.
“What..? Over me?” He gasped. I saw the gears moving in his brain. “Truth is no ones like you. A lookalike could never take your place. I just thought that I would get over this stupid crush with time. But then it never left.” I finished.
“I’m sorry…” I whispered. I knew he probably didn’t expect this to be the conversation we would have. “Wow…you like me..?” He said shyly.
At this point I felt like I couldn’t even look at him. I just let my head hang and nodded. “Oh my god..” was all he said. This was a mistake.
“I shouldn’t have told you-“ “No! I’m glad you did.” He interrupted. With this I had enough courage to lock eyes with him. I saw his eyes flicker between my eyes to my lips.
“Can I kiss you?” He blurted out. “Yeah.” I whispered. With that, his hands came up to my face softly cupping my cheeks. He smiled at me before leaning in and letting his lips softly linger over mine. I leaned in too letting us finally connect.
He controlled the kiss as he moved his hand to the back of my neck pulling me in more. I swear I heard a whimper escape him.
He pulled away hesitantly with a smile on his face. I couldn’t hold back my shy smile from him. “Thank you for telling me even if it was hard. I feel the same way Y/N, I always have. The only reason I pushed you away was because I figured you didn’t like me. I was trying to get over you. I’m sorry about all of that.” He said letting his fingers brush the hair behind my ear.
“It doesn’t matter anymore. All that matters is this.” I said leaning in to kiss him again.
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Just Give us a Reason to Compete
“I’m just saying, of the two of us, one is clearly a better speller than the other,” Deeks proclaimed as he and Kensi walked into the bullpen.
“Deeks, I misspelled one word. It’s not that big a deal,” Kensi insisted, tossing her bag onto her already crowded desk. Callen reached out to catch a bottle of lotion. “And that was autocorrect’s fault.
“Uh-huh. Sure.”
“Hey, guys,” Nell said. “Do we want to know what’s going on?
“Kensi can’t spell,” Deeks announced loudly, before Kensi could respond. She rounded on him with a glare, and Deeks grinned back at her. He could tell it wasn’t true anger, so he didn’t feel all that bad about teasing her.
“All right, that’s it. I challenge you to a spelling competition.”
“Ok, I’m in. What do I get if I win?”
“The knowledge that you’re the better speller?” Kensi said with a shrug.
“Nah, that’s not good enough,” Deeks decided. He thought for a moment. “If I win, I want control of the radio for a week.”
“Then I want you to make me frittata every morning for a week.”
“Deal.” Turning to face the rest of the team, who had been watching the conversation with varying levels of interest, Deeks asked, “Any other takers?”
Callen snorted. “Not a chance. Sam, you in?”
“Oh no, I already know my spelling abilities. I once won a state spelling competition in high school,” he said, a hint of pride in his voice.
“I thought you were a mathlete,” Callen commented.
“I was.” Sam jabbed a finger at him. “And no jokes.”
“I would never,” Callen said solemnly. “Though it is impressive that one man can hold so much geekiness within him. I think you’re running neck and neck with Beale.”
“He thinks that’s an insult,” Eric said wryly. “For the record, I am not beyond competing in a test of spelling acuity.”
“Nell?”
“I would, but I don’t think you guys could handle it,” she responded.
“Ooh, that sounds like a challenge, Jones. Why don’t you put your money, or similar compensatory item, where your mouth is?”
Nell stepped toe-to-toe with Deeks, standing as tall as she could.
“All right Mr. Deeks. I’ll participate, but you’ll regret it. And if I win, the losers will write all my expense summaries for the next week.”
“It’s a deal,” Deeks agreed.
“Oh, you’re going down hard,” Kensi goaded him. “I’m looking forward to breakfast in bed.”
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“Alright Kensi, your word is “onomatopoeia”,” Callen called out, waiting as Kensi stepped forward. He’d been assigned the role of choosing and assigning words, mostly because Sam refused.
Eric had dropped out after three rounds with the word chiaroscurist. Personally, Deeks thought he’d done it on purpose, in deference to Nell. Deeks had nearly lost it with lachsschinken, but somehow managed to squeak through solely by chance.
Kensi correctly spelled her word; she looked decidedly tense, biting at her thumbnail in between turns. When it came back around to her again, Callen gave her the word “arachnophagous”.
“A-r-a-c-h-n-o-p-h-a-g,” Kensi started, then hesitated. “u-s?”
“Oh, I’m sorry, that is incorrect,” Callen said, not sounding sorry at all. “Now it’s just down to Deeks and Nell.”
“Damn it!” Kensi hissed, plopping into her seat.
“I can’t believe I’m watching this,” Sam mumbled.
“You got this, Nell,” Eric encouraged, then shot Deeks an apologetic look. “Sorry, man.”
“It’s ok, brother. I understand.”
“Ok Nell, your next word is “budgereegah”.
“Now you’re just making things up,” Deeks muttered even as Nell rattled off the apparently correct spelling liked she’d actually heard the word before.
“Excellent. Deeks, yours is “sesquipedalian”.”
“Awesome. Uh, s-e-s-a-u-i—p-e-d-a-l-i-e-n”.
“That is…incorrect,” Callen called out. “Congratulations, Nell. You’re the NCIS Office of Special Operations’ inaugural spelling bee winner.”
“That implies there’s going to be another one,” Sam commented under his breath.
“Nicely done, Nell,” Deeks congratulated her, and Nell accepted the praise with a nod.
“Thank you. And thank you for the week of expense reports. I will enjoy going home early.”
“It won’t be so bad with Eric and Kens helping. Right, Kensi?”
“Right,” Kensi said with a grimace. “Congrats Nell, but I was really looking forward to those breakfasts.”
“Well, there’s always next year,” Deeks said brightly.
***
A/N: This one was a bit sillier, but I hope you still enjoyed it. I think the team would compete for anything under the right conditions. Also, some of the words I used were selected from the national Spelling Bees list.
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[ AERIALS : WIP TEASER ]
The school pariah, Eddie Munson, was a boy that never fit into your social circles. Your friends avoided him like the plague, and while you didn’t ignore him per se, you never tried to befriend him either. That is, until he begins to tutor your geeky little brother, successfully wedging himself into your home life, and even worse, you begin to miss the days he doesn’t come over.
notes. this is just a teaser of the fic, and will just reflect the idea of where I wanna go with the fic / tease the ideas of what it will contain; as usual, once the final version is released, this wip will be deleted. the finished version will be posted to the stranger things masterlist, so look out for it! :D
genre. high school fluff & angst, implied smut
pairing. eddie munson x reader
rating. nsfw
current c/w. some implied sex scenes, a drug scene, possible mentions of overdosing & suicidal tendencies
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[ 00 ] “Sloppy kisses, dirty wishes, baby, this is living."
Trotting up the stairs, you headed down the hall to Mike's room, pausing at the door when you heard your name being mentioned. Leaning your ear against the door, you listened in. You guessed Mike was the one playing the bass guitar, as the occasional strum of the strings was jarringly out of tune.
"What grade is your sister in? That one," The tutor's voice asked, and a pause in the conversation led you to assume he was looking at pictures or something of your family. Must be Nance he was referring to. She was the eye-catcher of the two of you, especially considering how Mom had loved to take the most embarrassing pictures of you and print them for the photo frames and albums.
"Second year of college. She's only here for summer break, though." Mike answered, setting down the bass. "Why?"
Yet Nance was in high school, so that meant... it was you?
"Just curious, she looks like a girl I used to know. Why didn’t you ask her for lessons? Seems she likes metal bands too, considering she wears Slayer shirts."
"She's busy all the time; studying and doing mock tests, going to the mall with her friends, yadda yadda. You're the one with the band, anyways."
"Fair enough." The tutor responds, and there's another beat of silence, stopped finally with an in-tune strum of an A major chord. The conversation shifts to school, which you find that the tutor was in the same grade as Mike, affirming what Nance had told you earlier.
"So where'd you recognize Y/N from?" Mike asks, strumming a random string.
You leaned forward a little too far, the door creaking as it opened. Trying to play it off, you swing the door the rest of the way open, noticing immediately that both boys have their attention solely on you.
"Mom said dinner would be done soon, so wrap it up for now," You announce, sticking your tongue out when Mike snickers and mocks your voice. "I'll tell her about that mag you bought from Spencer if you don't hurry."
He sobers up quickly, shoving the guitar – as gently as you would an upchucking baby – into Eddie's hands and running downstairs.
You turned to head down as well, stopping when Eddie called your name in a whisper-shout.
"Yeah?" You ask, peering back at him.
"Did you have Mr. Mundy's math class two years ago?" He put the guitar back into its case, patting it shut and flipping the locks closed. "You seem really familiar."
“Yeah, I did.” you answer, feigning a small smile. He nodded, standing up and brushing off his tattered jeans. “Nice shirt, by the way.”
His jacket had been tossed on the bed, most likely due to the fact that Mike’s room was the hottest of the house, and the leather probably made things worse. The familiar face of Ozzy Osbourne was drawn as a fanged, snake-tongued devil, the tour date labeled as Europe 1986.
He jolted back as if surprised, a grin spreading on his lips.
“You like Osbourne?”
“A few of his songs,” you answer, stepping out of the room. He follows behind, pulling his jacket back on and buttoning it closed. “I prefer Black Sabbath, to be honest. Osbourne kinda fell off after Crazy Train.”
“I don’t think I’ve ever heard a more wrong opinion.”
“Whatever, Munson,” you descended the stairs, ignoring his small gasp of what seemed to be recognition. Mike eyed you and Eddie as the two of you sat at the table; you sat beside Mom, and Eddie sat next to Mike. He quietly thanked your Mom for letting him stay to eat dinner, grabbing a couple spoonfuls of some creamed corn and dumping it onto his plate.
Dinner was mostly quiet, save for Holly’s reenactment of the episode of Scooby Doo she watched, which everyone seemed to ignore. Everyone except Eddie, who was entranced by something behind you.
No, there was a wall behind you. A picture? You turn, pretending to crack your back, scanning the wall behind you. Just some ornamental plates. Nothing special. You sit forward, passing the salt to your Mom, suddenly self-conscious as the realization hit you.
Was he watching you?
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A Heart full of love Chapter Five
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Title: A Heart full of love
Henry Cavill x Georgina Biswell
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Georgie couldn't hold a laugh in, " Base post? Haha don't you mean the start"?
" To us geekies its base post so if you really want a challenge to get yourself into Warhammer then it's best to start at the bottom and then work your way though it slowly"! Henry advised her wiping the tears from his eyes.
"Right oh base post it is"! Georgina laughed throwing her head back. The once two snoozing dogs starled by the loud laughter jumped up respectfully at their owners.
" Hey it's okay we're just having fun"! They both reassured the animals so satisfied they went back to snoozing.
" I'm egear to know how long have you been a fan of mine"? Henry asked eyes beaming with a bright smile.
" ooh since you starred in The Tudors"! Georgina replied with a polite smile nervous to see how he'd react.
" Wow! That long huh .... that's an awful long time"! Henry smiled, he was getting more and more engaged in this woman as she was with him.
" Yes when was that again? 2006 to 2010! Yikes that's a lot longer I expected I loved Charles Brandon though such a gent as you are Henry as you are"! Georgina smiled.
" I loved Charles Brandon did you"? Henry asked incredulous.
Georgie stuck her head aloft " Yes I did .... he was better than that Sir Francis Bryan I never liked him"! She confessed.
" Which of the six wives do you like the best"? Henry asked.
" ooof hard one! I like them all .... not all but some .... I think my favourite wives have to be Katherine , Jane and Katherine Parr"! Georgie lamented talking about her favourite subject.
" Do you remember the ryrhem of the Six wives"? Henry asked with a twinkle in his eyes.
" Of course I do
• divorced
• beheaded
• died
• divorced
• beheaded
• survived,"!
" I'm very impressed get you with your tudor history"!
" Ah well I was abit off a swat at school so"! Georgie repiled smirking sipping her coffee.
" No I can't believe that of you! I bet you got up to all sorts of trouble"! He jested
" Nope I was good girl"! She repiled.
" I've just recently read The six Tudor Queen sires by Alison Weir God I love those books"! She told him.
" it's like a fictional telling of the six wives and their stories"! She went on.
Henry smiled beaming at this gorgeous woman with her red russet hair how he wanted to run his fingers though it.
" I see! Have you ever been to Hampton Court Palace"? Henry asked with a frown out of surprise.
" No why"? Georgina asked.
Her stomach was lurching inside her at this man.
" May I take you there"? Henry asked.
Georgina had officially felt her heart stop in her chest at Henry asking her whether he could take her.
" Henry I couldn't what about your schedule or your meetings"? Georgina asked him concerned.
Henry immediately stuck his hand and held hers " Georgina I'd love to! The meetings can wait I can move them"! Henry told her assuring her of the insecurity that crept into her head.
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Topsy turvy purple and red
Teen Wolf crossover fanfiction.
Stiles Stilinski has a pretty good life. His dad is the sheriff, his mom is a beloved pillar of the community, his family is respected old money with a big old house out in the preserve, and sure he and his best friend Scott might be kinda geeky losers a little bit but they're not bullied too bad, and they're on the lacrosse team even if they don't actually play much, and this is senior year anyway which is kinda bittersweet but most of the stupid jock-nerd built dynamics are supposed to die with high school, right?
And then there's the new guy, and he must have had to repeat a year cause he does look a little older or maybe that's the sexy five o'clock shadow talking, and he's kinda contradictory because he's hot as hell and he's got the bad boy biker vibe down pat, but at the same time his family have a reputation as gypsy types so some of the popular people scorn him as low class trash which, what? but he also tries to be something of a loner so he kinda avoids the A-crowd anyway so maybe Stiles has a chance with him? Oh, right, the gay awakening bit, yeah Stiles is apparently gay or bi or something because he's definitely got it bad for Derek Hale, so that's a thing he's gonna have to deal with.
And then a stroke of luck, when Stiles and Scott run into Derek in the preserve, and he's actually kinda quietly nice under the bad boy look, so befriending him is easy maybe a chance at no shut up brain so the three of them can keep each other company and Stiles can even do his mom proud by helping embrace (heh) a new member of the community, and his family is actually pretty nice too, and close-knit, and pretty big with two sisters and parents and aunt and uncle and little cousin all under one roof, and is Stiles imagining things or are they all slightly afraid of something, like illegal aliens who think ICE is ready to come for them or something?
So yeah, Stiles' life is looking pretty good...
Until something big pounces on and bites Scott in the preserve and Derek tries to defend them, which is kinda nice to see his man his friend being badass and trying to protect him them like that, but what's going on with the fangs and the claws and why the hell are there sparks of lightning coming from Stiles' fingertips? So yeah, "werewolves are real and your new boyfr friend is one and your best friend was just bitten by one" is already a hell of a shock. Running home with a rabid werewolf chasing them and his freaking mom stepping out onto the porch and summoning a small army of freaking skeletons out of the flower boxes and front lawn to fend off that rabid werewolf and looking like a total badass, all calm and composed, while she did it was plenty more than just a cherry on top of this weirdness overload.
So yeah, his best friend is now doomed to turn into a werewolf, and it turns out Stiles' mom comes from a long line of magic wielders, and that uncle-type guy who visits a couple times a year isn't just a family friend but is also an ancient being from another world who came here with his family's ancestors a few centuries ago, and now that Stiles' power is awakening (or more like now that they actually know he inherited it, and yeah he'll agree that if he'd been told he could have magic and then it turned out he never did that would have sucked royally so he can understand why they didn't warn him) anyway now that he's a wizard (heh) he needs to be trained in how to use it so he doesn't accidentally electrocute anyone or set Mr Harris on fire next time he's a dick in Chemistry.
Okay, so now he's got magic to learn to use, and Scott has werewolf lessons to deal with, and there's still the looming threat of the crazy werewolf who bit Scott and apparently chased the Hale family here, and now there's a new girl too and Scott's fallen head over heels for her, and wait Derek what do you mean that she's the daughter of a monster hunter family so her parents probably want to kill all three of us?
Okay, so maybe the struggle to survive senior year is a bit more literal than Stiles wanted.
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I know it's stupid as fuck to be insulted that Mars' teacher implied that I lost her two math books. I know it's stupid because she doesn't know me that well, so it's entirely reasonable for her to assume that I've misplaced them.
But I am incredibly organized when it comes to Mars' schooling. I have fucking labeled folders and everything is in only two specific places. I have worked hard to make sure everything is and stays organized.
So when she was like "oh, maybe you misplaced it" I got incredibly annoyed and, honestly, still am.
Again, I know this is stupid as fuck but also, this is absolutely the school's fault and I'm annoyed at the implication that something they did is my fault.
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A Love Like In The Movies - Stiles Stilinski x Reader
Prompt: You (the reader) have had a crush on Stiles, your best friend, since forever. Only...he likes the popular girl, Lydia...or so you thought.
Warnings: tinges of sadness, loneliness and a hint of heartbreak...but a ton of fluff :)
Word count: 3,071
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You tug at your bag, shoving about 3 books in at once in an attempt to be out of class as soon as the bell rings. Walking with your head down and hands clasping your bag up, you harshly bump into the new kid Henry, knocking him to the floor along with all his books and your papers....clearly you never remembered why your nickname was ‘Wobbly Whittmore’.
“Oh my gosh, i’m so sorry!” You utter with one hand on your mouth and the other helping him up off the floor. He stares up at you with a dazed look and a small smirk, watching you help scramble up his papers and books.
“It’s chill, don’t worry”
You look up at him with a shy smile, clearly embarrassed for your clumsiness. “It’s not, honestly i’m so sorry. You haven’t even been here for a week and already you’ve been practically beaten up..” you shake your head “that usually happens at least 3 months in” you wink at him, laughing lightly. Henry laughs back whilst collecting more papers from the floor.
As you both sigh, your hands collide briefly. It was just for a moment...but it made you feel something. At first it was shock, but then something you’ve wanted to feel for so long...just with someone else...Stiles. Henry’s eyes dart up at you, his cheeks heating up slightly.
“I...sorry i should get going” he quickly adverts his gaze and gets up, picking up what’s in his hands “how many people can say they’ve encountered the nice Whittmore in their first week, huh?”
“Oh god you know about my brother already?” you huff, handing him his books “Some friendly advice since you’re obviously a decent guy...stay far away from him.” You laugh, once again feeling embarrassed for being related to...well...Jackson.
“Yeah he has a...well...a reputation so to speak. Thanks again, see you around, Y/N”
“Later Henry!”
Walking through the halls you can’t help but think of Stiles. He’s adorable, cute, beautiful, funny, smart, geeky but in the best way, kind, gentle...the list quite literally goes on forever. But in all the time you’ve known him...he’s always liked Lydia. The girl who your brother used to date. Since they broke up, Stiles has never been so smitten. Sure, she’s gorgeous and actually really nice...but she’s who he likes...she’s not you. I mean, you never know...he could like you. You’ve never actually mentioned it to him. But then if you do, and he turns you down, you’d be crushed... completely!
“Hey Y/N!” Stiles appears from around the corner of the lockers, making you jump a little.
“Jesus Stiles, don’t do that!” You hiss as you hold your hand over your heart. He throws his head back giggling. ‘God how cute he looks when he’s happy’ the little voice in your head says.
“You up for a movie marathon after school? I got your favourites...” he moves closer
“Harry Potter?!” You squeal, clapping your hands together
“Only the best for the best” he smiles with all teeth showing. You silently fist pump the air as he holds his hand out for you to high five him, which you do. Your hands hover in the air, skin hot to the touch, until he breaks apart and places his hands in his pockets.
“I’ll go and find Scott and ask if he’s in. Knowing him, he’ll want to bring Allison and with Allison comes...”
“Lydia” you sigh
“Yes! She’s just so brilliant, isn’t she?” Stiles hummed, his face cheeky and merry like a child eating ice cream. You tried to hide the hurt with a faint smile, because seeing Stiles so happy just warmed your heart. You didn’t want to be the one to ruin it.
“What’s up Y/N/N?” Stiles’ smile faded into a frown, concern painted across his perfectly honeyed eyes. Seeing this, you can practically feel your heart drop.
You fiddle with the rings on your fingers as your soft Y/H/C hair slips in front of your face. “What? No...nothing. Rough day that’s all-”
“HEY Y/N” You look up to see Henry running towards you with one arm stretched out towards you, the other holding his bag strap. “You left this, when we spoke earlier” he hands you a pile of papers, all with your name on.
“Oh, my god...I’d be totally screwed if I didn’t have this for tomorrow’s math class. I’m so sorry. They must have got mixed up with your papers” you take the papers out of his hand and shove them into your bag, smiling shyly at both boys staring at you. “Thanks Henry, you saved my math grade” you laugh, causing Henry to blush and bite his lip ever so subtly, placing his hand on your arm and squeezing it playfully.
“No worries, Y/N. I’ll see you around” he winks at you, earning a frown from Stiles.
“Who’s that geezer?” He remarks, his face furrowed with a mix of both dislike and anger. Little did you know, Stiles didn't like seeing other guys flirt with you. He began to feel this deep pit in his stomach, his blood beginning to boil.
You turn to face Stiles, pushing your hair back behind your ear. Sheepishly you pat him on the shoulder “i’ll see you at 3? Parking lot?”
“Yeah, sure.” He replies hesitantly, fidgeting with the rim of his flannel. You notice something’s got him wound up but decide it’s probably just him nervous to spend time with Lydia and continue to walk down the hall, making your way to health class.
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All throughout the rest of your classes for the day, you just felt empty. Nothing but heartbreak, emptiness, loneliness. Thoughts of him and Lydia snuggling up in blankets whilst eating popcorn and watching the movie kept bubbling around your brain. You tried to snap out of it, but nothing would work. You thought about just cancelling on the meet after school, knowing it would be way less painful. ‘They probably wouldn’t even notice I'm gone’ you thought. Your mind was like a prison that you couldn't escape...
“this must have been what Sirius Black felt like for 12 years” you mutter under your breath, not caring who heard. Sounds of faint chattering, pencils scribbling and the monotone voice of Mrs Rawlings can be heard around you, but none of it distracts your train of thoughts. Just begging for some sort of peace, you crash your head into your arms on the table.
“Hey, Y/N” you felt a gentle nudge on your forearm and look up to see Scott staring down at you, his hand on your arm. “What’s up with you dude? And who’s Sirius Black?”
You sigh with an overly dramatic eye roll, unwillingly plucking up enough strength to say once again that you’re ‘fine just a bit tired that’s all’...
“Tired.” is all you can spit out before shoving your head back into your arms. Little did you know, Scott could sense what you were feeling...I mean you didn't lie - he sensed tiredness...just mentally. Along with hurt, pain and loneliness.
“You sure? Well maybe after school you’ll feel better. Say, d’you reckon Allison likes...I don’t know...flowers? I... I was going to get her a bunch before I pick her up to go to Stiles’” You felt your tears drop into your sleeves, soaking both your jumper and your face as Scott continued. “Do girls like flowers? I’d ask Lydia but I'm closer with yo...”
“Yeah flowers whatever.” you mutter without lifting your head up. Scott scrunched his face, his brows furrowing. Usually, you were so much more supportive and excited for him - heck you were even more excited than him when you found out about him and Allison! You guys always told each other everything. ‘Something is definitely going on’ he thought to himself. He decided it was best to not say much more right now since he was already on a report in Mrs Rawlings’ class.
Just as Scott was about to hand you a note in class, the final bell rang. Instantly you popped up and grabbed your books, practically sprinting out of the door. Scott tried to stop you, but was called behind class by the teacher. You knew he was going to follow you, that's why you ran. No matter what, he couldn't see you like this, otherwise he wouldn’t drop it and would demand to know who hurt you - how could you tell him it was his own best friend?! As you’re jogging, you bump into the one person you wanted to avoid...
“Woah, slow down there cowgirl” Stiles holds your shoulders with his hands, his grip firm and comforting. He takes one look at you and notices your wet, blotchy eyes. You hang your head low in an attempt to hide your face from him...clearly it doesn't work.
“Hey, hey, hey! What’s up? Who hurt you?! his smile fades drastically upon seeing the state you were in. Obviously you weren't going to tell him, so you just decide to make up something...
“I failed my health class for the semester”
“Y/N it’s not the end of the world, you can always retake!” he sighs
You turn over to him with your hands in the air, shaking your head. “No you don’t un...you know what, Stiles? I can’t come over later. I’m sorry.”
He steps back in surprise, both hands leaving your shoulders and grabbing his bag straps around his arms. Suddenly, you feel angry at him...though you instantly regret snapping at him. “i...I’m sorry” is all you can stutter as you run out the door, leaving Stiles standing there wondering what he did wrong, for what felt like hours, until Scott saw him.
“dude what're you doing? We got a marathon to start” he smacks Stiles on the back full pelt, leaving Stiles to stumble a bit.
“Have you spoken to Y/N today?” he asks, his voice trembly, quiet.
“Of course I have. Why, haven’t you?” The alpha replies
“No I have, it’s just...she was upset and i tried to help but she just...” he trails off as Scott steps closer, Stiles’ eyes dull.
“She just what?” he asks, his voice calm and gentle
“She said she failed health class...”
“Wait, no that's not true - I got pulled behind class today because Mrs Rowlings wants me to have a tutor for health class and suggested Y/N since she’s acing everything!?” Scott explained. Stiles jerked his head, brows furrowing once again.
“Wait what?” his hand flew to his forehead as he leaned against the lockers beside him. “She snapped at me. I think I did something, Scotty...but I don’t know what. She’s been distant for a while now ever since Jackson and Lydia broke up, and I mean I know that her brother hates us but I just didn't think Y/N would choose her brother over us or me and i...”
“Stiles, stop.” Scott grabs both of Stiles’ shoulders and makes direct eye contact with him. “Listen, okay? I think I know what’s up”
“You do?” Stiles’ eyes brightened insantly. He knew something was wrong with his best friend and he knew he would do anything to fix that.
“She likes you, dude. Really likes you. And I thought you would have figured that out by now...she’s always doodling your name in class and covers it whenever someone passes by. Plus, she talks about you all the time.” Scott understood why you had been distant, and he didn’t blame you.
Stiles’s cheeks flushed a bright shade of red as a smile began appearing. His heart started pounding quicker than Quicksilver in the X-Men films, butterflies swarming around his stomach and ribcage. “Seriously? Then why is she distancing herself from me?”
“Because she still thinks you’re in love with Lydia...her heartbeat quickens when she’s with you, or when you guys touch in some way” Scott’s tone becomes more serious, which is unusual for Scott. Typically, he’s always goofy around Stiles so clearly he meant what he was about to say next... “But when you’re with Lydia, her mood changes. I can sense it...It’s sort of sad, lonely...” his face melts just thinking of all the times he’s felt that same pain. “You gotta tell her how you feel, Stiles. Tonight.”
“But I can’t...she’s not coming!” Stiles replies with a croaky voice.
“Then you go to her!” Scott replies, his eyes wide with hope and his hands pressing on Stiles’ back, pushing him towards the door “go now, dude!” Stiles picks up his pace and jogs to the door, one hand gripping his bag strap and the other fiddling with his keys in his pocket. “And let me know how it goes” Scott shouts as Stiles leaves the building.
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As you reach your front door, you feel a tear trickle down your cheek. All you could think of was Stiles. How he would, at this moment, be snuggling and giggling with Lydia. You have nothing against her, in fact you are actually really fond of her, but it breaks your heart to know you aren't the one who can make the boy you love, fall for you. A pain runs through your chest as you slam the door shut, your breathing wheezing. Leaning against the door, you slide down...completely breaking down.
“Why doesn’t he look at me that way?” you mutter to yourself, head in arms as your cheeks soak into your sleeves. “All I've ever done is try and make him happy, try and make him realise how incredible he is...and he still doesn't see me the same way”
Nose sniffling, eyes red, head fuzzy, hands shaking and top wet...you get up. ‘You did the best thing. It was the right decision to stay home’ you think, knowing it would have just ruined your friendship if you told him how you felt. And anyway, you wanted him to be happy. And clearly, that wasn't with you...
You ran upstairs and changed into a comfy pair of joggers and an oversized top, chucking your slippers on and grabbing a blanket before heading back downstairs. If you couldn't join their movie night - you’d have your own!
Snacks and a drink were sitting on the table beside you on the sofa, with the television on ready and curtains closed. Just as you had got yourself in a comfy position, the doorbell rang. You grunted, kicking the blanket off your legs and dragging yourself towards the front door. Opening it, you felt your breath escape you. It was Stiles, standing at the door, with a bouquet of beautiful flowers in his hands. His hair was messy as if he’d run his fingers through it a thousand times, his cheeks were flushed brighter and pinker than bubblegum, looking as if he was out of breath from rushing somewhere. You go to say something, but before you had the chance, Stiles speaks, “Hi! I uh....I didn’t know whether you were mad at me or whether you were just having a rough day but it seemed like you were mad at me so I wanted to see if you were okay and uh...I got you these” His arms stretched to give you the flowers, his face ridden with nerves. You looked down at the flowers and then back up to Stiles’ face.
“Why would you think i was mad at you?” You questioned, brows furrowing at the confusion of what was happening. “These are gorgeous, thanks Stiles” you coo with a smile on your face, taking the flowers from Stiles’ hands. As you grab them, your hands touch Stiles’, causing your cheeks to flush and your heart to flutter. Stiles’ own cheeks flushed at the touch of your hands, too.
“You seem distant with me lately. And Scott told me why...” he begins, fingers fidgeting with the rim of his checkered shirt “I like Lydia...” he trails off.
Upon hearing these words, you feel your heart drop. Mouth dry and sadness creeping into your mind, you feel clouded with emotions and thoughts. Why would Stiles come over, give you flowers and then declare his love for Lydia? “Yeah I kno...” you begin until he cuts you off,
“She’s my friend. And she’s amazing...but she doesn’t wait for me after classes. She doesn’t call me to check in once in a while. She doesn’t do anything in her power to make sure I'm happy or know I'm loved...” his beautiful brown eyes stared lovingly into yours, your heart lifting and beating faster with each sentence he says...
“She doesn’t know me, and I mean the real me...the one who suffers with anxiety, who needs a nightlight and needs constant reassurance on even the simplest things” you smirk at the mention of a nightlight because, well, you were the one who actually got it for him...because you knew he wasn't doing too good. “She is my friend, Y/N, but she isn’t my best friend. And I like her, but I don’t love her...because I love you. It’s always been you”
There’s a soft wind that blows between you both, causing you to shiver and shake with both excitement and chills. Stiles’ eyes glittered in the sunlight like an ocean surface in summer, tears welling in them. You bit your lip which trembled with an overcoming emotion of happiness as you leant forward and grabbed him, cupping his face in your soft hands and bringing your lips to his in a desperate yet passionate way. Feelings of euphoria and desire filled both of your hearts like a fire burning bright, lips moving sweetly in sync as in destined for one another. His hands wrap around your waist as you bring your hands through his hair. Nothing felt more perfect than this moment...all your worries gone and your heart fuller than ever before because the boy who holds your heart, who has held your heart for years, is finally in your arms. Stiles’ warmth radiates onto your cheeks as you smile into the kiss, earning a smile from Stiles, too. Breaking away to breathe, you both look down and giggle, hands intertwining with Stiles rubbing circles on your palm with his thumb.
You look up at him, smiling, as you speak “I...I love you too”. Stiles coos as he pulls you closer to him to break the gap now between you both, “I gathered” he laughs, kissing the top of your forehead affectionately. “So, how about that marathon?”
Hope you guys like it! x
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Stargazing - Oikawa x Reader
This is my first time writing a Haikyu fic so I hope it's okay! I was inspired by the song A TV Show Called Earth by Philip Labes.
Pairing: Oikawa x Reader
Complete fluff :D
Word Count: 1462
You don’t know what’s wrong, why you can’t get to sleep no matter how long you lay there with your eyes closed. With a groan, you sit up, looking over to the digital clock on your bedside, which taunts you in bright green letters that it’s now two o’clock. You stretch your arms over your head, your shoulders popping, before you reach for your phone.
The screen is the tiniest bit too bright for your dark-adjusted eyes; even on the lowest setting you’re squinting through the blare. You scroll aimlessly for a while, opening various social apps only to close them once you realise how dead they are in the early hours of the morning.
Somehow you end up opening his text thread.
You click the message box, watching the cursor flickering in and out of existence, thinking about whether or not you should say anything. He would probably be asleep, right? So that he can get up early to go on his run, so that he’s nice and refreshed for the day, so that he looks good for his fangirls, so he’s not tired when it gets to practice.
You scan the last couple of messages, your vision slightly blurred from your lack of sleep.
Bane of My Existence: Goodnight, my beloved Y/N-chan :))
You tap out a quick text and send it, not giving yourself a second to think about it.
Hey, u awake?
After about a minute of no response – you expected it, so why is there a part of you that’s upset? – you go to put your phone back on the nightstand, until you see the three dots appear.
BoME: Yea, why’re you up so late?
I should ask u the same thing, Mr Asleep-By-Ten-Thirty.
BoME: Ouch D: that was harsh, Y/N-chan.
You find yourself smiling at your phone, your cheeks flushing in the dark. You don’t know why: he’s like this with everyone, isn’t he? So how come it feels like you’re the only one?
Do you want to go somewhere?
BoME: At 2 am? We have school :/
You’d expected that.
I couldn’t sleep lol. Doesn’t matter.
Your eyes flicker to the curtain next to your bed, and you pull it back just enough to peek out. The stars glitter among the blanket of black, as if they’re teasing you, tempting you to step outside and tilt your head right back so you can stare at them until your neck hurts and your head begins to feel heavy.
The stars are nice tonight.
BoME: They are?
There’s a moment. A second where you can imagine him standing up and walking to his window and looking outside, his eyes lighting up and a smile splitting his face in half.
BoME: Park?
Park sounds good :DD
Half an hour later, you’re walking into the park, your mums good picnic blanket tucked under your arm. Your fluffy green pyjama bottoms look odd compared to your trainers and hoodie, but you don’t really care, since the only person who’s going to see you is him.
You spread the blanket, making sure it’s not folded in the corners, smoothing out the creases.
A twig snaps behind you and you tense, the back of your neck prickling.
“Rah!” Someone jumps at you, grabbing your sides gently to make you jump. You yelp, just for a second, before whipping around and smacking their chest with both hands.
“Don’t do that!” You hiss, punctuating each word with a hit.
He just laughs, and you’re angry at how the laughter can make it seem not as bad, can make everything seem like it’s going to be okay. His eyes sparkle in the darkness, and he runs a hand through his hair with a grin before dropping himself down onto the blanket.
“Hello my beautiful Y/N-chan.”
“Hello, Tooru.” You roll your eyes at him and he laughs again, flopping onto his back with his arms beneath his head. You nudge him with the toe of your shoe. “Move over, you’re taking up all the space.”
With a pout that quickly breaks into a smile, he shuffles over slightly, giving you enough room to lay next to him. The two of you lay there like that for a while, staring at the stars while they stare back at you.
He points up at the sky, and you don’t even need to look at him to know that he’s smiling, his eyes twinkling as he gazes upwards. “That’s Lupus – the Wolf – and Centarus. Lupus used to be part of the Centarus constellation until…” You twist your head to look at him, tuning his geeky words out as he smiles to himself and tells you the stories behind the constellations, drawing the lines between them with his fingertip. You notice a slight spattering of freckles on his cheek – something you could only notice being this close to him – and you want to reach out and connect them the same way he is doing with the stars in the sky. He grins upwards, a dimple (a kiss, your mum would say) appearing on his left cheek.
“Hey!” His voice brings you back, and he’s half-glaring, half-pouting at you as you stare at him. “You’re not listening.”
“I thought you liked it when people stared at you,” you mock, cheeks flaring as you try and joke your way out of the fact that you were staring at your best friend.
“Not when we’re out here.” His eyes shift upwards again, and he can’t help the way the stars make his lips turn upwards. “You should be looking up there.”
This is the moment you fall in love with him, you think. The moment when, for the first time since you’ve known him, your attention-hungry best friend didn’t want to be looked at.
You turn back to the sky. “So, the Wolf,” you prompt him.
“Yes – now, as I was saying…”
You lose track of his words once again, too entranced by the way the stars seem to swirl slightly in the sky.
“…and of course that’s Scorpius –”
“Do you think aliens are real?” The words tumble out without you realising.
“Hm?”
“Aliens. Do you think aliens are real?”
“It would be impossible for them not to be real – the universe is 93 billion light years wide. There’s no way that we’re the only things out there.” He pauses, and out of the corner of your eye you see him turn towards you. “Why do you ask?”
“Do you think they think the same thing? Like, do you think they sit there and look at the stars with their people, and they say Hey, Zorkblob, do you think there are aliens out there?”
He laughs, a beautiful belly-aching laugh. “First of all, I don’t think they’re called Zorkblob. And who knows, maybe they do. Maybe they don’t understand the concept of space – I don’t think cavemen would’ve thought about it. Or, on the complete other side of the spectrum, maybe they know aliens exist, and they’ve already made contact with other species.”
“Do you think they know we exist?”
“Wouldn’t they have initiated contact with us, or sent us some sort of sign they’re out there too?”
“I mean, maybe we’re like entertainment; they’re watching us the way we watch TV, maybe. So they don’t want to make themselves known because then they lose their show.”
He’s quiet for a while, and you think you’ve made it awkward. You turn your attention back to the sky until he breaks the silence with a soft voice you normally only hear when he gets tired while you’re studying.
“Am I your people?”
You frown. “What?”
“You said they sit there and look at the stars with their people. We’re sat here looking at the stars.”
“What do you mean by people?”
“What did you mean by people?”
You don’t know what you meant. You think you had meant it as a general term – the people of that planet, the people they know – but when you think deeper, hadn’t you imagined the aliens laying holding hands (tentacles? fins? claws?). You think of the quote from one of your mum’s favourite shows (‘she is my person’), and you wonder if you had meant people in the way of someone you want to spend forever with. Someone you share everything with.
People as in friends. As in family.
People as in the person you love the most, the person you would travel all 93 billion light years of the galaxy for.
“Yes,” you say finally, your voice quiet. “I think you are my people.”
You feel him timidly reach out his hand, lacing his fingers gently with yours as he rubs his thumb over the skin on the back of your hand.
“You’re my people, too.”
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MHA but it's a wattpad werewolf fanfiction. P1.
As a werewolf wattpad author myself, I am taking the library to mock this strange culture phenomenon.
Warnings: Mentions of abuse and abusive fathers, nothing super graphic. Slut shaming. Possible hints at beasality (???). And no spell checking. Read at your own risk.
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A/N: omg guyz!!!!! im so excited to share this story idea ahhhhh but I'm also super nervous please b nice :)))))))) also to all the haters I'm sorry you're peanut butter jealous of me >:}
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Hello, my name is Izuku Midorya! I am a 4'1 greenette with wide beautiful jade orbs and a slim body. Sadly, I'm very ugly :( because I wear glasses and enjoy comics and other geeky things that other people don't.
Today is my first day at ForestWood High school and I'm super nervous. Everyone at my last highschool hated me because I was super ugly and shy.
"Izuku, sweetie, get up you're gonna be late to school!" My mom whispered yelled through my door.
I gasp, my jade eyes blinking open in panic. I had another nightmare about my abusive acholic dad beating me :(
"C-C-C-C-C-C-C-C-C-C-C-Ccoming mom." I stuttered.
I slip out of the soft comforters of my bed and quickly made my way to the mirror. My messy, green hair and beautiful jade orbs staring blinking at me. I frown. My ugly freckles are ugly against my super smooth and milky skin. God, I hated how I looked.
"Honey?" My mom whispered yelled again.
My abusive acholic dad used to beat her whenever he spoke higher than a whisper so now her voice is permanently damaged and she can't speak higher than a whisper ever again. Damn him!!!!!!
"Sorry! I'll be down quickly!" I gasped.
I totally forgot it was my first day at ForestWood High school - i hope the other kids don't bully me for my super ugly glasses and totally weird hobbies like reading comics or listening to Panic At The Disco!
I quickly pull on my vans, my best pair of jeans, and the cutest long sleeve shirt I have. It has to be long sleeved cuz my abusive acholic dad left burn scars all over my arms.
I look at myself through the mirror and nod happily - I am still super ugly tho.
"Hmmmm, it feels like I'm missing something....Oh!" I pulled on my glasses, almost forgetting them. Wow I'm such a klutz!
Laughing to myself, I climb down the stairs and find my mommy in the kitchen making breakfast.
"Hi sweetie! I hope you aren't too stressed out about moving in the middle of sophomore year. It's just that we needed a new start after your abusive acholic father was arrested for a DUI." She whisper yells.
I nod. "No I understand mother."
She smiles. "Okay sweetie, so long you are happy. Do you want me to drive you?"
"No thanks" it's so lame to have your mom drive you too school, I think to myself.
My mom lays down a plate full of eggs, bacon, cheese, pancakes, sausage, and beans. I smile and take a piece of toast "thanks for breakfast mom" i say as i run outside.
"You're welcome honey!" She whisper yells back.
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Everyone is staring at me as I walk into the door of WoodForest High School. They all stare wide eyed before turning around to gossip to each other.
I nervously look down, clinching the schedule my student console gave me. Already the weirdo :( it must be the Naruto shirt I'm wearing.
Since I was looking down nervously, I didn't see the slut in front of me. I let out a gasp, body falling backwards as my papers are all scattered to the floor.
"Omg I am sooooooooooooo sorry!" I cried out, head snapping upwards.
Across from me sat the slutties person I've ever seen!!! With a skin tight, thigh high dress, super long heels, and a face full of makeup, he looked like a low-end prostitute.
"Omg! You better be sorry! My father just got me these heels! Ugh! Stupid human!!!!!" He said, beautiful blonde hair shining and gray eyes twinkling with anger.
"I-I-Im-" I stuttered.
"Just fucking shut up you stupid fucking whore omfg this is why i wanted Alpha Todorki to fucking kill all the humans and shit but nooooo that was genocide and bad. Ughhuuuy stupid ass fucking bitch." He yells down at me, standing up from the floor.
Around me the whole student body stares, most laughing or throwing in their own insults. Tears fill my jade orbs as I sniffle.
The slut huffs, spinning on his heels as he marches down the hallway. Everyone watches his ass as he goes because damn.
"Oh my god! Are you okay?" A kind and gentle voice calls out. I turn to see a beautiful brownette standing before me and I blush - she's so cute and nice!
"You must be the new guy! Hi! I'm Ochako~ and the person who just rudely left you sitting on the floor is Momoma - he's sorta the Queen Bee around here. And a mythic bitch" (A/N: if you got that reference plsssssssss be my friend 😭)
Ochako helps me pick up the single piece of paper I dropped when I ran into Momoma.
"Wait, how do you know I'm knew?" I ask confused.
Ochako laughs, sounding suspiciously nervous. Weird...
"Uh....its a small town and every one sorta knows every one hahahaha! OH! It looks like you have Mr. Aizawa first period, so do I! He's sorta of a hardass but is also super kind!"
I nod, "okay!" We walk down the hallway together.
"Hey, do you think you can tell me more about this school?" I ask, not wanting to repeat the same thing I rid with MoBitch.
Ochako nods, "sure! Well this school isn't like most because we have two packs right next to each other -" ochako's eyes widen as she looks my way. I am confused. "-I mean! Not packs. No. That's weird. Wolf like. I meant...families. Two different families and we don't like each other and we don't have many outsiders hahahha"
I blink before nodding, "that makes sense. Who are these families?" I asked like a good main protagonist.
Ochako continues with the NPC dialog. "Well first you have the Todorokis - Alpha, i mean, leader Todoroki is a real hard ass. His son is unmated, I mean, is currently not in a relationship. He's weird but nice. Then there are the bakugos. Alpha...leader Bakugo is real nice! I love her cooking but her son is super mean and is a bad boy so stay away from him. He's also single."
I nod as we come up to a science classroom, "thank you."
"Well, here we are! First period of the day! Ready for hell on earth?" She asks me with a wink.
I take her arm in mine, "only if you're ready to talk along side with me."
She laughs, "of course we're best friends after all."
"I've known you for five minutes."
"What?"
"Nothing."
We step into the classroom, arm in arm. I feel ready to face any weirdos or bad boys.
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A/N: omggggg that was so much fun 2 write and i feel like it was really good. Please comment and like :))))) it makes me happy and I'm very sad :(((((( love you alll!!!!!!! Xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxozoozz
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OMG They Were Zoommates
Based on this post
I really couldn’t resist, and like @tchrgleek said, “Everything is a Klaine prompt”!
On AO3
All things considered, yes, this quarantine is a huge hassle.
Kurt doesn’t particularly like to be forced into confinement, and while he can put on a professional face like pretty much any thirty year-old, he doesn’t like being forced into social interactions through video conferences.
He may be an introvert, but even he needs more than this second-best choice to get in touch with his colleagues and partners.
Speaking of which.
“Mrooow?”
“Oh, stop being judgmental, Wildcat Jackson,” Kurt tells his cat, who is sitting on his bed and looking at him with what is, truly, a judging look. “At least I put on pants.”
The cat looks down at his legs before rolling herself into a ball, away from him.
“They’re pants,” Kurt mumbles. Yoga pants, sure, but they are still pants.
And Kurt put on his pristine pink shirt and his brooch.
From the camera’s point of view, he’s every bit the professional he needs to project for this meeting with their new partners.
The Zoom meeting is not planned before 2pm, but it’s 1:50pm when Kurt logs in, because that’s just the kind of person he is. And yet, he’s not the first one in the Zoom.
“Um, hello? I just logged in.”
The person was away from his computer, and Kurt had just enough time to see a bookshelf filled to the brim with books, manuals and several Funko Pops.
Nothing unusual from a company specialized in developing educational apps for teenagers and young adults.
But then the man slides back in place, and wow, that is not how Kurt pictures Dalton's CEO.
“Hi. I’m Blaine Anderson.”
The man looks like a lot of things—a model from the 1950s, a romantic male lead, a wet dream in the flesh, your pick—but not like the man who sent several emails regarding the intellectual property of both parties and who was a stickler for proper language.
Kurt waves. “I’m Kurt, Pavarro’s founder and CFO.”
Mr. Anderson smiles, waving back at Kurt. “Looks like we’re the early birds.”
“I always prefer to be early. Fashionably late is too 1990s.”
Blaine nods, waving his hand toward Kurt. “Though you seem to know a thing or two about fashion.”
Kurt looks down at his (visible) outfit and cocks one eyebrow at Blaine. “So do you,” he replies appreciatively, swallowing whatever flirtatious sentence was about to follow when other participants join in the conference room.
Blaine straightens up, his hand smoothing down his tie, before smiling to the camera.
Kurt can’t help but notice it is a very different, tighter smile than the one he had before.
“Now, I want to begin this unusual meeting by thanking all of you for agreeing to the accommodations we all had to make…”
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They are at the very beginning of the negotiations to include Pavarro’s music sheets and vocal coaching videos to Dalton’s latest app, designed for high school students wanting to focus on the Arts.
After a dozen or so Zoom meetings involving different members, it quickly comes down to only Kurt and Blaine meeting through Zoom, either to explain the technicalities ...
“No, Kurt, I’m not saying this coaching lesson is wrong, all I’m saying is that maybe the coach shouldn’t look …”
“What.”
“Constipated.”
... or to compare their business models and projected numbers.
“Blaine, if I may …”
“Of course, Kurt.”
“You seem overly enthusiastic about the potential breakthrough we would have in the Midwest.”
Through the meetings, both Kurt and Blaine have relaxed, both in outfits and composure.
Kurt is this close to say that they’re friends (for want of anything closer).
Blaine sighs and leans back in his chair, his yellow polo slightly stretched over his chest causing a hitch in Kurt’s heartbeat. “It’s where I’m from, Kurt. I need to be optimistic about my home state. I need for it to grow to become a place of origins for artists.”
“Midwest, uh?”
“Ohio.”
Kurt sits up, leaning toward the screen. “Ohi--no way! Me too!”
Blaine looks startled. “Really?”
“Lima!”
“Westerville!”
They both start laughing, before Blaine returns his attention to his notes. Kurt takes advantage of the moment to admire Blaine’s face so close, his eyelashes casting a shadow over his cheeks in the soft glow of his screen.
“We may have been just a teensy weensy bit enthusiastic, though,” Blaine finally says, looking up and surprising Kurt who can feel his face heating up immediately. “I’ll get over it with Wes and we’ll have to meet again in a couple of days.”
“Ah, the hardship.”
“Ha, ha.”
Blaine has mastered the art of talking with his eyebrows, and his cocked one clearly says “I see through your bullshit, Hummel”.
“I’ll let you set up the next meeting, then,” Kurt rushes to conclude the meeting before he lets himself blurt something totally unprofessional and embarrassing. “In the meantime, Tina will send David the singing coaching videos we developed while in confinement, so please disregard the poor quality and focus on the subject, ‘kay?”
“Will do. Take care, Kurt.”
“You too. Good evening, Blaine.”
As soon as the conference window is shut, Kurt picks up Wildcat and screams into her soft belly.
This crush has to stop.
…
It won’t stop, will it?
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Kurt knows that he’s in the right conference Zoom, because he clicked on the link Blaine sent.
That’s the only element he has to know that he didn’t get “lost”.
Because right now, filling his screen, is not Blaine’s gorgeous mug.
An adorable mug it is, sure, but not the one he was expecting.
“Blaine?”
“Oh shit, ‘Gana, move!”
Blaine rushes into the screen, picking up the smiling corgi and unceremoniously pushing her away. His shirt is opened and Kurt wants to thank whichever deity is having fun right now for the sight, both of Blaine’s chest and of his blushing cheeks.
“I am so, so sorry for that, Kurt,” he whines softly. “I don’t even know how my dog came up here.”
“That’s a cute corgi you got here.”
Blaine runs his fingers through his hair and smiles, obviously relaxing. “She is very cute. And very stubborn.”
“What’s her name?”
Blaine’s blush is back at full force. “Um …”
“Come on, I promise I will level the field.”
Blaine cocks his head to the side and shrugs. “Fine.” He moves away before returning with his dog in his lap. “Kurt, meet General Pupgana Anderson, leader of the Resistance.”
On the Corgi’s collar, Kurt does notice a couple of buttons that give clues about Blaine’s political leaning.
Particularly, a rainbow one.
Interesting.
“Your turn.”
Luckily, Kurt’s cat was just out of frame, lying on his desk to catch the afternoon Sun. He picks Wildcat and presents her like an offering. “Here is Wildcat Jackson Hummel,” he says, and Blaine frowns, resting his chin on top on his dog’s head before snapping his fingers.
“Hey look me over, lend me an ear
Fresh out of clover, mortgage up to here
Don't pass the plate folks, don't pass the cup …,” he sings, not even off-key.
Wildcat opens one eye and bats the camera, interrupting Blaine’s singing in favor of laughter.
Kurt really doesn’t know which sound he prefers. All he knows is that he should have recorded it.
“I didn’t know you were a singer too,” he comments, letting Wildcat walk away in a huff.
“Oh, yeah,” Blaine says, absentmindedly fluffing up his dog’s already fluffy ears. “I was the leader of my school’s choir, back then.”
“Choir?”
“Ok, Glee club. Happy?”
Kurt beams at the camera. “Would be if you had proof.”
“No.”
“So you tell me if I search Blaine Anderson choir on YouTube, nothing will come up?”
Blaine mumbles something.
“Beg your pardon?”
“It. Better.”
Kurt bursts out laughing. “Okay, fine. I won’t look it up.”
Blaine cocks one eyebrow.
“Okay, maybe I will look it up, but I won’t bring it up.”
“Hm-hm.”
“I won’t make it a big deal.”
“Right.”
“Pinky swear.”
Blaine smiles crookedly at the camera, a look of disbelief on his face, before he does hold up his pinky in front of him.
Kurt mirrors him, all while quietly and internally losing his shit over how cute Blaine is.
That level of cuteness and geekiness and just gorgeousness should be illegal.
“Now, back on the matter at hand. Let me show you the new numbers we cranked up for our Midwest penetration …”
Oh Lord, Kurt thinks while putting his glasses on, do not let me focus on the idea of penetration for the next hour.
…
Try again.
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“I’m sorry, Kurt, but the files have been compromised in the transfer.”
Tina looks like on the verge of tears, and Kurt himself is this close to cry.
“How did it happen?” he simply asks.
“Artie is looking into the tech of it, but in the meantime, we, um …”
“What?”
Tina glares at him. “Don’t bite my head off, Hummel, I can smack you down via video and we both know it.”
Kurt takes a deep breath. “What?” he repeats, softer this time and with a smile plastered to his face.
“We need to re-record the songs we planned to send to Dalton.”
“You know what we could do, instead?”
“Fling ourselves through the window because nothing matters?”
Kurt blinks. “Err, no. No. We’re not going to do that. What we are going to do, is mirror what the musicians from the National French Orchestra did.”
“Play Ravel’s Bolero?”
Kurt shakes his head. “No, but we can have a Zoom conference with Blaine and David--”
“Blaine, uh?”
“Yes, Blaine.” Tina’s smile could rival the Cheshire’s. “What?”
“Nothing. I’m glad you and Blaine managed to build such a good relationship while apart.”
It’s Kurt’s turn to glare. “I see what you’re trying to imply, Cohen-Chang, and it’s not--it’s not that.”
“Uh-huh.”
“I may wish it was that, but it’s not, so can you please drop it and brainstorm something with me for a good …”
“Audition?”
“Kind of, yeah.”
Tina’s smile is softer as she ends the call, promising to come up with a list of songs they wanted to add to their catalogue anyway.
As the call ends, Kurt swirls around in his chair, worrying his lower lip.
Has he been so obvious?
Does every participant into their Zoom meetings see how he feels about Blaine?
Does Blaine know?!
Blaine must know, oh shit.
“Goddammit,” he mutters, pushing himself off his chair to get a well deserved homemade pumpkin spice coffee because he needs it and he’ll be a cliché in his own damn home if he so chooses it.
--
“Blaine?”
For once, Blaine seems very unfocused today on their meeting. He frowns into space, asks Kurt to repeat what he just said and just seems … upset.
“Yes, sorry. I’m here.”
“Wanna talk about it?” Kurt asks, pulling Wildcat into the frame.
Somehow, along the weeks, adding their respective pets to the discussion has become a signal that the meeting is about to take a turn for the more personal.
Blaine hesitates, before leaning down and picking up Pupgana, who seems delighted to see Kurt.
“So, what’s going on in that cute head of yours?” Kurt continues, throwing caution to the wind, mostly because Blaine doesn’t react one way or another to his little flirting.
Which is both a blessing and a curse for Kurt’s mental well being.
“I had tickets for a play for tonight,” Blaine says softly. “And I understand the lockdown, I understand the quarantine, I understand the necessity and the safety of it …”
“But.”
“But,” he repeats, smiling sadly at Kurt. “There is no way to be sure that the play will be reprogrammed for a later date. I have been reimbursed and everything, but still.” He sighs. “I was looking forward to it, and it may make me sound like an entitled white man, but …”
“But,” Kurt echoes. “I had tickets for an opening last week, too. One of my best friends plays in it, so I had first row tickets too.”
“Oh? Which show?”
“Six.”
Blaine straightens up immediately. “No. Way.”
Kurt can feel his jaw clicking open. “No.”
“Yes!”
“You--”
“And you!”
Kurt leans back in his chair, a startled, breathless laugh escaping him. “Wow.”
“Took the word out of my mouth.” Blaine chuckles. “Which part was your friend supposed to play?”
“Ah, Mercedes was supposed to be Queen Catherine of Aragon herself.”
“Mer--your best friend is Mercedes Jones?!”
Kurt preens a little. “Yep. Since high school.”
“Wow. You keep getting more and more interesting, Kurt.”
His face heats up enough to make him worried about getting a fever, but Kurt knows it shouldn’t have anything to do with the pandemic. “...Oh.”
Blaine’s cheeks do pink up too, but he doesn’t lose his composure. “I mean it, Kurt. You’re probably--no, without a doubt, the most interesting man I have ever met.”
“And we haven’t even met yet.”
Blaine leans his head against his closed fist and stares into Kurt’s soul--that is, into his camera. “Do you really feel that way?”
Blaine’s voice is soft and low. Intimate, in a way Kurt cannot comprehend or translate or interpret in his emotional state.
“I …” he starts, ready to deny whatever Blaine is imply, but he can’t.
Kurt can’t lie to those golden green eyes.
“No, I don’t. Feels like we have known each other forever.”
“It does.”
Kurt sighs, and Blaine follows.
When Pupgana imitates them, they chuckle and look away, focusing once again on arranging Pavarro’s demonstration for Blaine’s board.
---
It goes pretty well, if Kurt may say so himself.
Adding the Beatles has always been a goal of his, if only because his dad loved the British band so much, and performing “Blackbird” to the camera, while Tina provides backup and Artie plays the guitar, along with their teaching methods, was a stroke of genius.
Everybody agrees that the demo is a success. Wes, David and Trent leave the Zoom chat first, having another appointment with investors, and Artie spends some time talking to Blaine about how their codes could be more compatible--a conversation that flies over Kurt’s head--but after a while, it’s just the two of them, alone again in their Zoom meeting.
Blaine seems thoughtful as he looks at Kurt every two seconds, his eyes and fingers otherwise busy typing away.
“I could get used to this,” Kurt says to break the heavy silence.
“Hm?”
“You, me, working together. It feels right.”
Blaine bites his lip as he nods before pushing his keyboard away. “Kurt, I have to tell you …”
This is it, Kurt thinks. He’s going to tell me that I have been inappropriate, that we’re barely friends, that we need to stop talking to each other every day…
“... I didn’t expect to feel so emotional about your performance.”
Ah.
Ah?
“I mean, I heard recordings of you singing before, but that was … You moved me, Kurt.”
“Oh, really?”
“I had to restrain myself from clapping when you were finished.”
“Blaine …” Kurt takes a deep breath. “You know that a lot of the subjects we talked about during our meetings were not my forte.” Blaine cocks his head to the side with a frown. “Why did you decide to have them with me anyway?”
“Oh.”
“Not that I mind, but it just feels …,” Kurt hesitates and lets his silence fill in for him.
It just feels … odd.
Abnormal.
Surprising.
Like it’s leading to something else, please tell me if there is something else, because I am feeling that “else” too.
“You know, Kurt, since we’ve been in lock down, I didn’t think I would--,” Blaine pauses, looking away and muttering something Kurt doesn’t catch. And then, Blaine looks back up, jaw squared as if getting ready to enter battle. “Kurt.”
Kurt has never been more focused on the sound coming from his speakers.
“There are some people you meet along your Life’s journey, and it doesn’t feel like a meeting but like a reunion with someone you already know. When we first met, I thought “oh, there you are”, like I had been looking for you forever, like all my decisions ever since Ohio were meant to bring us back together.”
Ho. Ly. Shit.
“And I know it may sound like a rehearsed speech, and yeah, I did, a little,” Blaine continues, running his fingers through his curls and chuckling self-deprecatingly, “but I didn’t have to look for the words. I had to rehearse to be able to say it all without stuttering over my own heart. Because he’s in charge here, and he told me to do anything necessary to spend more time with you.”
Kurt is about to faint, and he doesn’t even care.
“I know we met in an unconventional way, but I can tell you that all I want right now is to kiss you, if you’d let me.”
“I would.”
“Oh,” Blaine blushes, looking surprised (and, really? Surprised? So he didn’t know?), relieved and, well, ecstatic, really. “I guess we both know what we’ll do the first time we meet without cameras between us.”
“Oh, I do. Describe it.”
Kurt knows he’s pushing his luck, but a cute, intelligent guy just made him the most romantic love declaration, he is high on feels.
Blaine cocks one eyebrow, his smile turns into a slightly cocky one and he leans closer, describing in excruciating details all the micro-actions that would lead to their kiss.
Truth be told, Kurt is no longer a blushing virgin, but it still leaves him blushing fiercely and hot all over.
And that was just a virtual first kiss.
They don’t know how long this confinement is going to last, but Kurt knows one thing.
It won’t be boring with his new boyfriend.
*
Wildcat Jackson Hummel
General Pupgana Anderson : https://www.reddit.com/r/corgi/comments/b11ngx/pancake_would_like_to_facetime/
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Ummm I don't know if you're still accepting these but "Gave Me Something" by Jess Glynne for the Dewey x Reader prompts? ☺️
What the heck? This is such a bop???
Anyway, I hope you like this! 😘
Words: ~990
I spent my weeks running wild…
When you and Dewey first started dating, something clicked into place with both of you.
And now my days, they have changed.
Even just to think about it was corny as hell, but it was true regardless, and all your friends agreed.
I never thought I’d be…
No relationship was easy, but yours was the easiest dynamic you had ever adapted to.
The girl that walked away.
It had scared you at first. Did you deserve this? Was it too good to be true?
I found my one true love…
But Dewey was patient, and you tried to be open, and now it had been almost a year.
In me, you found it too.
Dewey was your best friend, your best cheerleader. You lifted each other up and stood by each other and held each other and trusted each other.
A path that ran to me…
In some ways, you had never worked harder in your life. But the work was something you loved doing, and it gave you something you loved more than you had ever thought possible.
And didn’t make it hard to choose.
When you got to the community theater, you checked the time on your phone before even walking through the door. 6:45 PM. Barely in time. Doors would open in fifteen minutes, things would kick off at 7:30.
Thankfully, the first thing you saw when you walked through the front doors and farther, into the theater proper, was the band doing sound check. Never had you been so grateful for Summer.
“There you are, Y/N!” You rushed down the aisles and up to the pit, standing at attention. “Where have you been? We’ve been waiting for you to show.”
“Trying to get distraction and transportation worked out.”
“Is it handled?” Summer’s pen hovered threateningly over the clipboard.
You nodded emphatically. “Definitely. He’ll be here on time.” Your friend had promised you that, under pains and penalty of the immediate revoking of your friendship.
“Good. Okay, guys! Get backstage! Mr. Finn will be here in T minus twelve minutes.”
“But we still wanted to–”
“Do you want Mr. Finn to see us?” Summer interrupted.
Zach faltered. “Well, no…”
“Okay! Backstage!” The little manager ushered everyone backstage. You spent ten minutes flitting around the theater, double-checking pyrotechnics and making sure the lighting was perfect. Finally, you had no choice but to change into your party shoes and step outside.
You gave me hope and you let me know that, oh…
“Y/N, hey! There you are, I’ve been looking for you.”
If I gave it time, it would all be mine and oh.
Dewey held up a hand when he saw you approaching from down the sidewalk. You stepped up to him, allowing yourself to look as flustered as you were and waving back to him.
“Hey! Sorry, the streets are insane right now.” You slid into your boyfriend’s arms easily and let him kiss you, briefly.
“No worries–you look…beautiful.” Dewey held your hands far enough that he could look you up and down for the first time since that morning. He took in the way that your dress glittered in the marquise, the way you shone through it. He seemed in awe of you. Looking back at him, at the way the lights softened his eyes and the edges of his smile, you felt much the same.
“Well, thank you, handsome man.”
You moved through the line quickly. Some of the guests tonight had brought plus ones, but everybody was with someone you or Dewey knew. As such, most of them were ahead of you, hiding their faces.
Everything up until 7:30 was a blur. You would later vaguely remember Dewey pestering you, asking why all the secrecy on your part. You were already at the theater, and you still wouldn’t tell him who was performing.
It wasn’t until 7:32 PM, when the curtain parted around a ten year-old boy named Zach Mooneyham that Dewey understood. You watched the comprehension settle over his face as he stared up at his tiny protégé walk down centerstage with a microphone and introduce himself.
“My name is Zach Mooneyham and I play guitar for the School of Rock. You all know Mr. Finn, and right now he’s realizing that he knows all of you. Everyone take a second to say hi.” A spotlight illuminated Dewey beside you and everyone in the theater turned to look at him.
Dewey glanced around, recognized most everyone, and gave a weak wave. “Baby, what the hell?” he nervously asked from the corner of his mouth, sweating in his suit.
You gave me something that I didn’t have before.
You patted his arm with a smile, but kept on looking at Zach.
So imma give you something to stop you saying more.
“Okay, now that we’ve embarrassed him enough…” Zach leaned forward. You beamed. “…let’s rock this joint.” Zach turned with a flourish, lifted the mic over his head, and stalked upstage. The curtain parted for him on cue and he stepped right up to his stand. He lifted his guitar onto his shoulders and seconds later, a power chord rung through the theater. The crowd took a collective breath.
As Zach played his way through a rock solo rendition of Happy Birthday, the rest of the band took their places at their instruments and their mic stands. Just before they all started playing together, Dewey turned to you. His expression was a mix of awe and glee and some emotion you didn’t have the words for. The way people feel when they know they’re about to have a musically spiritual experience that will rend their soul with steel and leather and pure rock.
You gave me something I didn’t have before.
“I love you so much,” he said.
So imma give you something to stop you saying more.
“Happy Birthday, Dew,” you replied.
.
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I’ll edit your essay.
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Coming Clean
Song inspo: Coming Clean — Green Day
Summary: There is no time in your life more confusing than your teenage years. You start questioning everything, especially yourself. Sal had everything figured out, Q pretended as though he did too. When Q finally comes face to face with those feelings, Sal offers to help sort them out.
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The teacher sounded like white noise at this point in the lesson, Q clearly didn’t care about a single word that was coming out of the teacher’s mouth. He doodled little characters in his notebook to pass the time as he thought about more important things like what he’s going to be doing after school.
Sal, who sat next to him, was on the same wavelength but somehow a little more attentive to the class. He understood everything that was going on but just couldn’t be bothered with it. He didn’t quite know where his mind was right now or where his train of thought was traveling to, it felt like a mental moment of peace.
“Hey Sal.” Q whispers over to him snapping him out of his trance like state. “You wanna hang after school and go to my place?” Sal lights up at the question.
“Hell yes!” Was his short response before quickly looking back to the front of the classroom to see all their fellow classmates staring at them as well as the teacher.
“Mr. Vulcano and Mr. Quinn, I sure hope you aren’t talking in my class AGAIN?” They both straighten out their posture and side glance each other knowing they got caught talking in class yet again.
“Brian was just asking to use an eraser is all Mr. McNeilly.” Sal quickly grabs the eraser from his desk and hands it to Q. Smooth recovery but it was kind of obvious their short talk wasn’t about an eraser.
“Thanks Sal. Sorry Mr. McNeilly.” Q tries to look remorseful. All Mr. McNeilly does is raise his eyebrow and continue with his lesson. The boys sigh in relief and slump back into their chairs.
As the time passed since the mini exchange, Q couldn’t help but count down the minutes until school was finally out. He was always excited to hang out with Sal and vice versa, but Q had reached a time in his life where he was beginning to sort out and figure out all his emotions. He had this love and adoration for his best friend, but it grew to feel like an infatuation and he thought it was a normal thing until being told otherwise.
“So like, you’re telling me no one feels that kind of emotional attachment??” Minor panic was setting in his bones, he didn’t want to expose the skeleton he had hiding in the corner of his closet.
“...No, Q. Maybe for a girl I find hot, but not a friend.” Murr said shooting Q a suspicious look. He felt his face go hot and his hands begin to sweat as he fiddles around with the ring band on his middle finger.
“Maybe i’m confusing my feelings and just being dramatic. Speaking of romance, how’s that girl you’ve been talking to that attends the neighboring school?” He tries to quickly divert the conversation over to a subject he knew Murr would take it and run with it and it would be like the topic was never brought up.
“Q being dramatic? Unheard of.” Joe says sarcastically as he takes a huge bite out of his sandwich, smiling to himself. Murr continues rambling on and Q sinks in on himself and his gears start working over time. Is it true that these are romantic feelings he has for Sal? He never really took the time to sort out these emotions, he mostly repressed them and said “eh, i’ll figure it out later.” But later became now very quick.
Why did figuring yourself out have to be so hard especially when it deals with someone you’re best friends with? He knew he liked girls, he knew that much for sure. But when it came to guys, that’s when things got a little blurry for him. Sal seemed to be the one that threw a curve ball on him and was the one to turn everything upside down.
Sal had an “I don’t give a fuck” attitude about his romantic taste. He never messed too much with labels and didn’t really see the point in them. While he knew he lusted for ladies, he wasn’t opposed to the idea of being with a guy at all. He had played a detailed scenario where he was with a guy, and it didn’t bother him at all, he was indifferent and comfortable with the thought. He believed there could be a special person who could just woo him, so for that he kept himself open to any options that were laid out in front of him. One of those options: his best friend Q, but he’d never say anything assuming Q didn’t bat for the same team he did per se.
The school bell rings and it made Sal jump out of his skin a little since he had lost track of the time. He looks over to Q and they both smile to the other knowing their game was now afoot as they gather all their things. When they start making their swift exit, they were halfway out the door when Mr. McNeilly decides to get in his final words: “Enough talking in class you two. One more time and I will for sure separate your seats.”
“Yes Mr. McNeilly.” The two say in unison and leave before being further lectured on their poor classroom behavior.
“I swear that class gets more and more painful with each passing lesson. It’s so boring it’s almost as if they want us to fail.” Q complains to Sal as they both hop into his car and take off to presumably Q’s place either chill in his room and put some records on, or get lost in the forest for a bit. Either way, they both were just happy to spend time with the other.
As they rode along the road, Sal stared outside taking in the familiar view of the small town they know. Q had his eyes on the road, but he didn’t feel all there, it felt as though he had been set on auto-pilot.
“So I hear you have been chatting it up with a girl yourself, eh, Q?” Sal has a giddy grin on his face that shows he was eager to find out the latest gossip on his friend’s romantic life. In reality there was no gossip to be heard, there was no girl. It was all a made up scenario Q made to evade any suspicion on his confused orientation status.
“Yeah... her name is uh... Samantha! Her name is Samantha. Yes. Met her at the mall food court. Brown hair, green eyes, a gorgeous combination of features if you ask me. She has this radiating smile and a laugh that takes me out.” Sal smiles and nods, little did he know Q was, in reality, describing the person sitting next to him. But he would never tell him that. “So any girl you have your eyes set on lover boy?” Sal’s heart palpitated for a second knowing that now he was in the hot seat.
“Not really a girl per se. I do think a guy is pretty cute though.” He casually blurts out. Q feels his palms sweat and he begins gripping the steering wheel just a little bit harder.
“Guy?” Q half chokes on the air he was breathing and his voice cracks as he tries to get out a single word.
“Is there... a problem with that?” Sal raises his defenses, he imagined Q would have been fine with it and not have cared.
“No no... sorry it just caught me off guard a little. You do you, i’m glad you’re happy and comfortable with yourself. Tell me about him.” Sal began to sweat, he wasn’t expecting a follow up question.
“Well... he’s nerdy or geeky or whatever... um. pretty chill y’know. Yeah.” Sal knew that was the stupidest blurb he ever went on and was mentally face palming himself over and over and over again. But he knew he couldn’t say too much without being too obvious, he wasn’t about to unintentionally confess who his crush is to his crush.
The car was silent for the last tail end of the drive to Q’s place. When they get there, they both take themselves upstairs to his room where they follow the same routine they always have. Sal throws himself onto Q’s bed while the other sat on the floor shuffling through his box of records to find something to play in the background while they talk the day away. The grainy sounds of an old Elvis record begins to fill the room as the two sit in silence.
“So how did you know?” Q looks over to Sal who raised his head to meet eyes with Q.
“That’s so vague Q, more specific please.” He slumps his head back onto the bed and stares at the ceiling knowing this was gonna be a weird and awkward conversation.
“How do you know that you like guys?”
“Same way that I know I like girls, same way you know that you like girls. I just feel it, go with the flow of my heart. I find a dude attractive and maybe I wanna kiss him, boom.” Q had heard over and over the same statement of ‘you just know,’ and honestly it wasn’t helping his case at all. It had grown frustrating trying to find help and advice when it was the same dead end every time. “But y’know the game changer is a kiss. That’s what sealed the deal for me.”
“You’ve kissed a guy before?” Q feels jealousy taking over with a slight twinge of confusion, he had never heard of Sal ever kissing some other guy.
“Yeah it was a dare at a party, that’s how I figured things out. What’s with all the weird questions today?” Sal sits up and seats himself at the edge of the bed. He looks all over at Q’s face and the deer in the headlights look he had made it all click together in his head. “We don’t have to talk about it if you’re uncomfortable Bri.” Q’s eyes never left the box of records he was looking through. Sal was his closest friend and he knew he could tell him this much, but it still terrified him because he felt like he was just supposed to know and have it all together. He hated being vulnerable and open, he felt as though it made him an open target for attacks. So instead, he kept all his serious problems to himself and was left alone to solve them.
“I just feel so lost. I feel like it’s almost.. wrong, to have the thoughts and feelings that I am.” He buries his face into his now sweaty palms. He’s trying so hard to be open about what’s going on for once, but it all feels so mortifying. Sal stares at Q and knows there’s one quick fix to the problem.
“Brian, it’s okay to be confused. You don’t have to have EVERYTHING figured out, especially something like this.” Sal tries to console his stressed out friend with soothing words. It wasn’t often where Sal had called Q by his actual name rather than his nickname, he knew he was serious and only trying to help. “Listen, if it helps to make this easier, just kiss me.” Q’s head shoots up immediately and his whole face turns red. Sal smirks knowing that was the exact reaction he was gonna get.
“Seriously?” Q was absolutely floored at the sudden offer.
“Well, Bri, I wouldn’t offer if I was serious. Now pucker up butter cup.” Sal makes kissy noises to Q in attempts to lighten the mood, somehow it made his face become even redder than before. Q gets up and sits next to Sal on the bed, he never once dared to make eye contact. His heart was racing so fast inside his chest it felt like it could escape out of his body and run at any moment. “Are you sure you’re up for this Q?”
“If I don’t do this, i’ll be left lost for a while. If you’re offering, i’ll take it.” Q finally looks into Sal’s eyes and his mind flat lined for just a second. This was it, the moment he craved deep in his soul no matter how hard he suppressed it. The two begin to lean in closer together, eyes closing, the radiating heat of their faces warming their senses.
And then it happened.
Their lips connected and for once in this painstaking soul searching journey, Q felt tranquil. He reaches his hand up to hold Sal’s face as he proceeded to deepen the kiss, hungry for more after starving himself of affection he knew he wanted. Q hums at the sensation and Sal hums back in response. When they finally pulled apart, Q finally figured himself out. Sal couldn’t help but smile since he could see the fireworks shooting off behind his best friend’s eyes.
“Sal. I think i’ve finally figured it all out.” Q was breathless to say the least.
“I’m glad I could help out.”
“And now I think I should tell you the truth. My truth.” Q’s leg is frantically bouncing at the same rate as his heart, he twiddles his fingers, and his eyes are fixed on anything but the upper half of the boy sitting next to him.
“And what is that?” Sal knew what was coming, and he had the biggest shit eating grin on his face. Finally the truth was about to unravel before him.
“I’ve liked you for a while, but I just couldn’t seem to map out the feeling properly until now. I think I spent all this time denying myself thinking it’ll make me less of a man.” It all came flooding out and Q had never felt lighter than in that moment, finally releasing all that had been weighing him down.
“I knew that ‘Samantha’ character sounded all to familiar in the car. I’ll let you in on a little secret myself: I’ve liked you for some time too.” The two lock eyes and share a smile between them. “Liking a guy doesn’t make you any less of a man Q. I think suppressing your true self is what takes that away. It takes a real man to be open and honest and today, I think you found what makes you a real man.” Q felt overwhelmed with emotions and couldn’t help the floodgates from spilling. Tears fell down his cheeks and dropped onto the ground. They didn’t say much more than that, Sal had taken Q into his arms and they shared a moment’s embrace.
“I was so scared. Thank you Sal.”
“Hey, no more tears, okay?” Sal pulls away and takes his fingers to wipe away the tears that were cascading on his friend’s cheeks, he pulls his face close and gently placed a kiss on his forehead. “What if I asked you to go to a movie this weekend? Just us. What say you?” Q smiled wide.
“I think that sounds great.” He answered with confidence not fearing his emotions anymore.
“Then it’s a date.” The two beamed with overflowing joy and happiness. Secrets revealed and out in the open between the two young boys. They never thought that this moment would have ever happened, a mere stroke of luck and proper timing. But the stars had aligned just for them to shine
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h.i.v.e. head canons
just some character and relationship/friendship head canons :)
laura
- plays the piano and quite well. she doesn’t want to play much at h.i.v.e. because it reminds her of scotland and her family. after book eight, she plays a lot more frequently cause she really sees h.i.v.e. and the people there as her home.
- is not organized in anything but school and files on her computer. her brain runs a million miles an hour which leads to things getting messy fast.
- becomes a lot closer with raven after the greenhouse since they now have a bit of shared trauma especially in the fact anastasia favored to torture both of them.
- still sucks at driving even after h.i.v.e.
- after h.i.v.e. laura goes and lives with her family for a month back in scotland. they talk about h.i.v.e., shelby and her other friends, whats been happening here, and other general catching up topics. mary (mrs. brand) takes a special interest in meeting otto and laura reminds her mom every day not to make a big deal about it. yet she still counts down the days until she gets to meet her daughter’s boyfriend.
otto
- gets very frustrated when he can’t grasp certain concepts or master specific skills. he is known as the boy genius after all.
- went through an edgy phase while at h.i.v.e. not emo, but he would throw in more hurtful quips towards shelby during their usually playful spits and his jokes were just a little too dark. otto got a lot more detentions during this time and even the thought of trying to escape again reoccurred in his mind. he eventually noticed how wing was not a fan of it and slammed the breaks. of course everyone still makes fun of him for it.
- if you don’t think otto wouldn’t cry at the sight of his newborn child/ren then um...you’re wrong
- he looks back on his little prime minister scheme with pride and cringes terribly at it. on one hand, it was his beginnings and the device he made not only worked but was something like no other. and then he remembers how he made the prime minister moon everyone. when he was younger it was hilarious, now that he’s a tad older otto hates the fact he did that. there is just something immature and lacking taste about the whole thing.
- lives in sweaters/jumpers. i know this one is random, but something about them just suits otto.
wing
- has a gentle singing voice. he only sings lullabies to his kids and if one of his friends needs it. besides that wing does not sing often. it’s always a treat when he does.
- wing is really scared to be a dad. the thought of being like his father is incredibly scary to him.
- i really can not see wing becoming a villain but an antihero, now that i can definitely see. his methods are immoral in the sense he is still technically a murder, but he only goes after truly evil corporations. like human trafficking kind of evil.
- he teaches his kid/s self-defense and martial arts.
- trilingual and speaks english, japanese, and mandarin. the first two are canon to the story but i feel like his parents probably would have taught him at least some mandarin.
shelby
- shelby hated how laura would stay up for hours in the night tapping away on her computer. however when she moved out, it seemed weird not to fall asleep to the sound of a typing keyboard.
- if there is a h.i.v.e. gymnastics team/program (since there is a water polo team) shelby would totally do it. she waves to her friends before her round and even sometimes blows a kiss to her supportive boyfriend who is always there to see her.
- after h.i.v.e. she pursues gymnastics professionally. it provides the same wealth she was used to back with her parents, she likes to do it, but most importantly it’s an amazing cover up for why she’s traveling so many places around the world. (to steal of course) it also funds these trips and gives her, and wing for that matter, a great public image. plus she likes the spotlight a bit.
- i’ve said this before but shelby eventually gets lessons from raven. i just love this idea with my whole heart especially because how different these two are.
- had a bit of affluenza before h.i.v.e. which played into her desire for stealing diamonds along with her crappy parents. (my theory on shelb’s parents is right here)
laura and otto
- otto adores laura’s piano playing. there is something peaceful about it to him which he finds really comforting.
- they go to university together in scotland and help each other get through it. the two live in an apartment together go to school then see each other after classes at home.
- laura has some zero ptsd and it occasionally effects her relationship with otto in the sense she gets flashbacks and is genuinely scared. otto completely understands this though and is super patient with her. obviously it bothers him since he’s not zero, but he understands why she’s experiencing this and loves her enough to put his annoyance aside for her.
- these two wanted their kids’ names to be after someone. so if they would ever have a daughter her name would be lucy and the middle name of their son would be wing. laura wanted to include shelby but it just didn’t fit anywhere.
- if otto can’t find a shirt, then laura is wearing it. she wears his clothes super frequently and he won’t complain. she looks cute :,)
laura and shelby
- shelby likes things to look pretty, so she ends up being the one that keeps their room tidy, makes the beds, and other cleanly stuff like that. especially when they live together outside of h.i.v.e. she does the dishes pretty often, keeps their room looking nice, and stocks their fridge. laura is messy, but it doesn’t effect her much cause shelbs takes care of it. she doesn’t mind and only teases laura when people are over to embarrass her (all in good fun).
- laura doesn’t like girly things (we been knew). shelby tried for a while to get her into these things and a few stick on: nail polish, very light make up, and shopping. but never and i mean never would shelby make laura do something she didn’t want to. of course laura introduces shelby to her more geeky/nerdy stuff. they watch superhero shows together, shelbs has a black widow t-shirt in her closet now, and even some basic hacking codes.
- laura didn’t like shelby at first not only because of her nasty personality, but because she was a lot like the girls who would talk about laura behind her back.
- basically canon, but shelby was the number one ottra shipper. she had been rooting for them since day one of h.i.v.e. laura comes to her for advice with otto and shelby consoles her when lucy and otto get together. they both were disappointed the two didn’t get together.
- laura is really good at baking and shelby asks her once to help her bake something for wing. (she was really trying y’all) long story short, even laura couldn’t help shelby’s terrible baking skills and they set off the fire alarms in their apartment along with the sprinklers.
wing and otto
- otto wanted to do one of wing’s workouts despite his best friends many warnings it would be rough. it was safe to say otto underestimated the intensity of the workout.
- oh god the scene where these two will eventually leave each other to go move on past h.i.v.e. is just absolutely gut wrenching. they both acknowledge how the other had such an influence on their lives and hope to see them prosper in life. honestly this is like a rare moment where i can see wing legitimately crying.
- so we all know how wing has half the overlord protocol necklace (he has yang) if shelby doesn’t get the yin half then otto should because he kinda fits the yin meaning and is best bros with wing.
- for wing’s “bachelor party” they honestly just get all the guys from h.i.v.e. together and hang out for a couple hours. after, however, he and otto go out and go have some fun doing morally gray criminal activity.
- they still sometimes speak in japanese to each other on missions and stuff or if they need to plan something without anyone else knowing.
shelby and wing
- they move permanently to america, but visit china and japan quite frequently.
- one of the first things shelby does after she and wing get out of h.i.v.e. is watch a bunch of disney movies and american movie classics so he can understand the pop culture references she has been making for the past five years.
- i totally think shelby gets the other half over otto, or at least a replica. there’s kinda set up for this as well, the other half (yin) is known as the feminine half.
- if they would ever have a daughter her name would be mei or raven.
- she always knows exactly what to get him as a gift or even just in general. she’s observant and can pick up on what he needs before he does. wing has mentioned before shelby is a little...less predictable but he tries his hardest and oh my goodness does shelby appreciate his efforts. of course it irritates her, but she knows her slightly emotionally-unavailable boyfriend is trying an insane amount to sort through her emotions right.
shelby and otto
- they totally bond over how wing is great, but have an urge to smother him in his sleep because of the obnoxiously loud snoring
- menaces to the public when these two are together. i couldn’t even begin to tell you all the crafty things that would conspire between these two. pranking teachers, seeing who can steal the answers first, racing in stealth or in fitness classes. (wing beats both of them in combat/fitness so their efforts are often pointless)
- when they first came to h.i.v.e. shelby was taller than otto, by quite a margin too. she teased him into another galaxy about it. so when the day came that otto was officially taller than her, she mourned the countless jokes that could no longer be made.
- asks a lot of those “wait who logically thought to make butter?” questions. they also argue whether these people were geniuses or a new level of stupid. (seriously who thought to mix together milk until it gets to a solid consistency and then eat it?)
- they have to live together for one month after h.i.v.e. in the beginning, they like wanted to choke each other, but by the end of the month they were upset to not live with each other any more. (fic is dropping soon 🙈)
wing and laura
- after the greenhouse incident, laura went to wing asking him to teach her some martial arts since she felt really weak physically while in there. he doesn’t initially think it’s the best idea, but laura convinces him it will be okay.
- they’re a lot better friends then people would initially think. she hugged him like twice in the first book alone and is grateful for him saving her life. laura and wing seem like the two that just relax with each other. no shenanigans, no combat, honestly just vibing. they drink tea and watch murder mystery shows while catching up on the latest things and theorizing about the show.
- the entire gang goes to tokyo all together at one point in their life. laura and wing go to all the historical places in the city and chat about them for hours.
- they go on hikes together. that’s it. i’m right and you know it.
- i always imagined at least once wing decided to try and take the high road instead of cheating by asking laura to tutor him. it worked pretty well for him and now whenever he needs help with work, he just goes to laura and they work through it together.
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Movie Night
Steve skipped up the lawn to the Buckley’s front door, sneakers dampening in the wet grass. The nights turned darker quicker and the bustle of the beginning school year settled the streets of Hawkins. A chaotic summer full of new shopping centers and a town torn apart soon dipped to cool autumn nights, and the rumors seemed to fade with the falling of the leaves.
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Steve skipped up the lawn to the Buckley’s front door, sneakers dampening in the wet grass. The nights turned darker quicker and the bustle of the beginning school year settled the streets of Hawkins. A chaotic summer full of new shopping centers and a town torn apart soon dipped to cool autumn nights, and the rumors seemed to fade with the falling of the leaves.
Steve could still smell SS Butterscotch, still nursed the tear at his lip with a slick tongue, still heard Russian conversation ringing in his ears. With the new school year came study sessions for the nerds, who weren’t allowed to be out on school nights, and Steve found himself mostly alone in his room, haunted by plaid walls and the Flesh Monsters of his mind. He thought he’d be used to it by now. A nineteen year old guy shouldn’t be afraid of the dark.
And yet, he practically sprinted from his BMW to the Buckley’s front stoop. The wrap of his knuckles was answered by a stately woman in a power suit, clearly readying herself to be out the door as fast as he had entered. “Mr. Harrington,” the woman commented with a knowing smirk on red lips. She fastened a pearl stud to her earlobe. “I didn’t know we were expecting you.”
“Sorry, Mrs. Buckley,” Steve leaned awkwardly on the balls of his feet, unsure if he was permitted to enter or if he should just leave now. He never knew where he stood with the Robin’s parents.
Understandably, they believed Steve had pulled their daughter from a burning building. Robin was convinced her mom thought they were screwing, an uncomfortable tidbit that sent Steve’s cheek burning as he stared into the older woman’s eyes. Robin’s father was a military man, not around much, intimidating as hell.
“That’s quite alright, dear. What are you two up to tonight?” Again, the look.
Steve rocked back on his heels, running an awkward hand through his hair. “Oh I don’t know. I think watch a scary movie?”
“How exciting. I’m off to a book club night. I’ll be home late. Take of her, will you?” Mrs. Buckley shoved a book under her arm for emphasis, the cover was stained purple and atop it was a Fabio-haired man that reminded Steve a little too much of Billy Hargrove. He blanched.
“Mom, go!” Robin’s voice called from within the house.
Mrs. Buckley waved her off with a smile. “I’m going, I’m going! Lock up behind me. You kids have fun!” And she was off.
Robin stood atop the staircase, all legs under an oversized t-shirt. Her hair was a mess in a scrunchie atop her head, and she stood with one hand on her hip, the other gesturing for him to hurry his ass inside. It’s getting cold.
Steve did as instructed, slipping soggy sneakers onto the entry mat and shrugging off his red and white puffed jacket. Dustin had asked him where he’d gotten it. He didn’t share, figured he’d get it for the kid for his birthday coming up.
“I’m thinking Evil Dead,” Robin squawked her way around the corner and up the stairs, not bothering to make sure he had followed.
Steve groaned. “Again? It’s like I’ve befriended Jonathan Byers.”
“You have befriended Jonathan Byers.” Robin reminded him, stopping at the doorway to her bedroom to prove her point.
“Shared trauma does not make us friends.”
“Shared girlfriend might.”
“Fuck off.”
Robin grinned.
Robin’s bedroom was a hodge podge of nerdom and geekery. It wasn’t covered in Science crap like Dustin’s, but the Arts. There were hand painted Drama masks in one corner and a Saxophone stand in the other. She had a collection of video cassettes and vinyl records and everything was bright colors and black all at once. She’d carved sonnets into her headboard with a ball point pen. A small television stand stood opposite her bed, just beside a window. She climbed out that window one night, late August, and biked to his house. They stayed up for hours outside the pool, talking about Starcourt, talking about it all.
Unceremoniously, she plopped onto her bed, belly first, legs flopping behind her. She fluffed a pillow under her chest and patted the spot next to her for Steve to sit. At the foot of the bed, near her head, was a bowl of popcorn and a platter of assorted candies. The colorful gummies reminded Steve of topping sundaes and his head spun a little. Reluctantly, he slipped beside her, back to her headboard, socked feet near her shoulder.
“Keith said they’re hiring down at Family Video,” Robin offered, pulling a gummy worm between her teeth. She leaned forward for the remote and the bed shifted under her weight.
“Ugh, Keith?”
“A job’s a job, dingus. Do you want cash or not?”
Steve supposed she was right. Well, it was Robin, she was always right. But the idea of slinging video tapes next to Loud Mouth Buckley and Pizza Face didn’t seem ideal. Although, his dad had been on his ass again. The novelty of his traumatic incident had seemed to have worn off on the old man. Steve should suck it up.
“So how’s school?” Steve asked as Robin fast forwarded through the commercials.
She shrugged. “Weird. It’s almost like no one else fought a human flesh monster from another dimension.”
Steve snorted. “Yeah, that’s so bizarre.”
Robin rolled over to face him. “No really, though. It sucks. It’s like everyone just forgot.”
“Everyone that could,” Steve nodded. He picked at a pen mark on the lap of his jeans.
“Nancy’s doing well,” Robin prodded at him with a spindly finger.
“I didn’t ask.” Steve sighed.
“I know, but you loooooved her,” Robin cackled. He always forgot how juvenile she was.
“Yeah, well, I’m seeing that… Patsy girl, or whatever.” He’d taken a girl from high school on a couple of dates now. She was a senior too, a little geeky. They mostly made out in his car. She was a sloppy kisser and didn’t seem like she was going to put out, and she definitely wasn’t relationship material.
“Ugh,” Robin rolled her eyes. “I told you not to go there. She’s a lost cause.”
“Apparently that’s my type,” Steve sighed. “Are we going to watch this movie or what?”
Steve didn’t know how they did it, how they could through hours of prosthetic makeup and gore and horror, after what they’d been through. Maybe they were desensitized. Scary movies just weren’t scary anymore, they were almost comical. Bruce Campbell had no idea of the real horrors that were out there, that walked among us. The worst of it was, most of Steve’s nightmares weren’t even about the monsters he’d seen and killed, but about the humans, the ones that got away.
The film had ended and he wiped at tired eyes, propped up against his bent knee. Robin slurped the last few bubbles from her can of Coke and threw her head back against the headboard. “Dingus?”
“Hm?”
“Do you think we’re going to be fucked up forever?”
“Probably.” Steve sighed. The red thread had become to pull loose on the toe of his sock. “I used to think I could be normal if I just pretended. Like, if I just act like a normal teenager, I am a normal teenager, but I think that’s… bullshit.” He snorted.
“Yeah, it’s like, I want to do normal teenaged shit, like get stoned with my friends after band class, but I can’t because I’m terrified I’m going to let it all out, and then they’re going to just ditch me because I’ll be that freak girl who makes up monsters.”
Steve ran his hand through his hair. “Yeah, I guess I never really thought of that. I always had Nancy, and then when I didn’t, I just channeled it into sports, I guess.”
“Ugh, sports,” Robin scoffed.
A moment passed between them.
“Dingus?”
“Yeah, Rob,” he closed his eyes, leaning his chin on his knee. He wondered if he had patience for more of her questions tonight. The lure of his bed at home seemed ever present, and sometimes he wanted to shut out the horror, to turn off his brain and think of sports and video games and the girls in magazines in his closet and not Hawkins and all of this shit.
“When I go to college, are you coming with me?”
He hadn’t thought of that, and he didn’t want to. The prospect of college felt far off, unwelcome, felt like something he wasn’t built to endure. He worried too much about his kids, his family, he had to take care of them now that Hopper was gone, and Joyce. He had to fill that void, subconsciously of course. “I don’t know, Rob. I haven’t thought that far ahead.”
“That’s fine,” she agreed. He was glad she knew he needed to take things slow. “I’m forcing you to apply for Family Video with me though.”
He groaned, flopping dramatically to the pillow beside her. She laughed and splayed a hand across his chest. “Think of the babes, Harrington.” She said softly. “Chicks love movies.”
Steve managed to slip out the door just as Mrs. Buckley was arriving home. The woman giggled her way up the stoop, slipping in heels, breath wine soaked. She gave Steve a kiss on the cheek, smearing her lipstick as she went, and he blushed as she grappled his arms for stability when she removed her shoes from her heels.
“Have a goodnight, Mrs. Buckley,” he managed, getting ready to close the door behind himself, but the woman stopped him with a slammed hand.
Her face went suddenly sober, eyes brimming with emotion. “Thank you for saving my little girl.”
He smiled softly and nodded. “Anytime, Mrs. Buckley,” and he meant it.
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Malou (’Mia Mayhem’) Jensen *Main character
Voice Claim:(Olivia Wilde) https://youtu.be/bV6cC-rUMCs?t=1m13s
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Partner(s): Dalton.
Parents: None.
Kids: None.
Age: 37 (Year 2020) 26th of May.
Height: 173cm
Body type: Slim.
Eye color: Light blue/gray
Human: Immortal.
About:
Caring, Individualistic, Generous, Passionate, Creative, Adventurous, Sarcastic, Charismatic, Clever, Compassionate, Sensitive, Freethinking, Friendly, Helpful, Sharing, Humble, Self-critical, Understanding, Witty, Open-minded, Absentminded, Emotional, Brooding, Skeptical, Stubborn, Shy, Introvert, Observant, Anxious, Cautious, Genuine, Awkward and Clumsy.
~ Straight, but loves to watch gay porn. Is borderline Asexual when it comes to straight sex.
~ Has several tattoos on her body, mainly Geeky, representing some of the fandoms she’s in.
~ Her favorite tattoo is the unicorn she has on her left hand.
~ Colors her hair electric blue.
~ Is a writer/artist.
~ Currently learning to write song lyrics/sing/play guitar.
~ Lives with her roomie, Dalton.
~ Used to attend a design school where she would sew clothes all day, now she can’t stand sewing by machine, and only does things she can sew by hand.
~ HUGE cat lover. - Has 3 of her own, Oliver, BMO and Bunny.
~ Used to be very skinny and hated when people assumed she had an eating disorder, or called her names like giraffe or spider legs, when she actually had a very large appetite and always ate a lot.
~ Always smells like burned incense and wood.
~ Hates most artificial smells, loves earthy tones.
~ Loves to collect creepy stuff.
~ Atheist.
~ Has a pretty dark sense of humor.
~ Drinks almost nothing but tea.
~ Is probably made of tea?
~ Dislikes society.
~ Flannel/tartan addict.
~ Super power = anxiety.
~ Believes in unicorns and magic.
~ Strong-willed.
~ Stomps around in big boots.
~ Once kicked a taxi cause the driver was an ass.
~ Hates when people repeatedly sticks their nose in her business.
~ Orphan.
~ Pretty good cook.
~ Fills her bed with plushies to make up for the fact she hasn't shared her bed with anyone half a decade at least.
~ Lonely.
~ Melancholic.
~ Romantic at heart though she never fully admits it.
~ Cares too much for her own good.
~ 100/10 would do anything for the people she loves.
~ Is very honest, if you can’t handle the truth, don’t ask for it.
~ Was abused physically and mentally as a child, as result she sometimes suffers from anxiety, Depression and bad nerves.
~ Can be rather pessimistic.
~ Hates freezing.
~ Uncomfortable around people.
~ Loves her friends, her cats, Rock music, chillout music, pandas, unicorns, owls, wolves, ravens, deer, bears, foxes, Deadpool, watching movies, plushies, licorice, writing, being creative in any way, light chains, grungy stuff, neon lights, Christmas, Halloween, Halloween-type decor, Hello Kitty, 90′s stuff, spearmint, finding deeper meaning in stuff around her, stickers, Anti-Heroes, collecting penis decor, spooky stuff, anything made out of raw wood, flannel, daydreaming, weird/cute/extraordinary mugs, leather wristbands, gay porn, dancing to loud music, Rick & Morty, coloring books, cozy blankets, strange backpacks, gemstones/crystals, nature and scented candles.
~ Her style changes with her mood.
One day she wears bright colorful stuff with rainbows and unicorns.
Next day it’s black clothes with witchy/creepy symbols/prints or dirty jeans and oversized flannel shirts.
~ Can be pretty grumpy, but it’s usually nothing more than just that.
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Handwriting/ask answer pic:
One Gif to describe her:
One song to describe her: Mumford & Sons - Hopeless Wanderer
Personal playlist:
1. Incubus - Drive
2. D-A-D - Laugh 'n' A ½
3. Godsmack - Serenity
4. Jack Johnson - All At Once
5. Damon Albarn – On Melancholy Hill (acoustic)
6. Tim Christensen - Whispering At The Top Of My Lungs
7. Linkin Park - Papercut
8. Nirvana - Plateau
9. Gorillaz - Tomorrow Comes Today
10. Serj Tankian - Left Of Center
11. Korn - Freak On a Leash
12. The White Stripes - Hardest Button To Button
13. Gorillaz - Aries ft. Peter Hook & Georgia
14. Red Hot Chili Peppers - Can't Stop
15. Madrugada - Sirens
16. Alabama 3 - Woke Up This Morning
17. Gorillaz - Amarillo
18. Jewel - Absence Of Fear
19. Angels and Airwaves - Secret Crowds
20. Blur - Girls And Boys
21. Gorillaz - Saturnz Barz (Spirit House)
22. Cigarettes After Sex - Sweet
23. Jewel - Deep Water
24. Jack Johnson - Sleep Through the Static
25. Damon Albarn - Lonely Press Play
26. D-A-D - Empty Heads
27. R.E.M. - Drive
28. Incubus - Promises, Promises
29. Chris Cornell - Billie Jean
30. Blur - Colin Zeal
31. Puscifer - Momma Sed
32. Heartless Bastards - Only For You
33. Gorillaz - El Mañana
34. Angels & Airwaves - Breathe
35. The Beatles - Come Together
36. 4 Non Blondes - What's Up
37. Gorillaz - Momentary Bliss ft. slowthai & Slaves
38. Norah Jones - Come Away With Me
39. Blur - Mirrorball
40. Incubus - Black Heart Inertia
41. Limp Bizkit feat. Method Man N 2 Gether Now
42. 2Pac - Changes ft. Talent
43. D-A-D - Bad Craziness
44. Nirvana - Pennyroyal Tea
45. Blur - Ong Ong
46. Angels and Airwaves - Do It For Me Now
47. Right Said Fred - What A Day For A Daydream
48. Damon Albarn - Everyday Robots
49. The Human League - I’m The Law
50. Jamiroquai - Virtual Insanity
51. Linkin Park - A Place For My Head
52. Blink -182 - Down
53. 3 Doors Down - Duck And Run
54. Alanis Morissette - Hand In My Pocket
55. Savage Garden - The Animal Song
56. Red Hot Chili Peppers - Scar Tissue
57. Incubus - Dig
58. Green Day - Basket Case
59. LP - Lost On You [Live Session]
60. D-A-D - Sleeping My Day Away
61. Bob Marley - Buffalo Soldier
62. Beth Hart - Delicious Surprise
63. Extreme - Hole Hearted
64. Paul Simon - You Can Call Me Al
65. Jack Johnson - Breakdown
66. Damon Albarn - Photographs (You Are Taking Now)
67. Sticky Fingers - Cyclone (The Village Sessions)
68. Blur - Star Shaped
69. Serj Tankian - Empty Walls
70. The Dead South - Diamond Ring
71. The Kills - U.R.A Fever
72. Godsmack - I Stand Alone
73. Queen - Bicycle Race
74. Alanis Morissette - Ironic
75. Dizzy Mizz Lizzy - Hidden War
76. Nirvana - About A Girl
77. Damon Albarn - Mr Tembo
78. Savage Garden - To The Moon & Back
79. Alannah Myles - Black Velvet
80. Jewel - Down So Long
81. Tep No - Swear Like A Sailor
82. Youssou N'Dour - 7 Seconds ft. Neneh Cherry
83. Gorillaz - Broken
84. Red Hot Chili Peppers - Road Trippin
85. Jewel - Good Day
86. Sheryl Crow - Everyday Is A Winding Road
87. Gorillaz - The Valley of The Pagans ft. Beck
88. Green Day - When I Come Around
89. Tim Christensen - Lay Down Your Arms
90. Gorillaz - Clint Eastwood
91. The Pretty Reckless - Zombie
92. Stereophonics - Maybe Tomorrow
93. Blackfield - My Gift of Silence
94. Dizzy Mizz Lizzy - Love Me a Little
95. Damon Albarn - Heavy Seas Of Love
96. The Paper Kites - Bloom
97. David Bowie - Heroes
98. The Beatles - Day Tripper
99. Gorillaz - Feel Good Inc.
100. Faithless - Mass Destruction
101. Limp Bizkit - My Generation (Uncensored)
102. Tasmin Archer - Sleeping Satellite
103. Jennifer Brown - Alive
104. Of Monsters And Men - Sloom
105. Panic! At The Disco - New Perspective
106. Limp Bizkit - Break Stuff(Explicit)
107. Blur - Lonesome Street
108. Sort Sol - Holler High
109. Jacob Lee - Demons (Philosophical Sessions)
110. Pink Floyd - Wish You Were Here
111. Nina Simone Feeling Good
112. The Human League - Darkness
113. Gorillaz - Strange Timez ft. Robert Smith
114. Des'ree - I'm Kissing You
115. Meredith Brooks - What Would Happen
116. Dan Black - Symphonies ft. Kid Cudi
117. The Kills - No Wow
118. Gorillaz - Fire Flies
119. Guns N' Roses - Patience
120. Incubus - In The Company Of Wolves
121. The Dead Weather - Will There Be Enough Water
122. Hooverphonic - Mad About You (Live at Koningin Elisabethzaal 2012)
123. Blur - The Universal
124. Sort Sol - Let Your Fingers Do The Walking
125. Roy Orbison - In The Real World
126. Corey Hart - Sunglasses At Night
127. Imagine Dragons - Radioactive (Henri Pfr & Hësling Edit) (Cover By Victoria)
128. Hollow Coves - These Memories
129. Beth Hart - Favorite Things
130. Catching Flies - Quiet Nights
Bonus:
Yello - Oh Yeah
Double Bonus: Meredith Brooks - Bitch
Triple Bonus: Seal - Crazy
Almost done I swear!: Wolf Larsen - If I Be Wrong
Last but not least: Tim Christensen - Enjoy The Silence
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Lost and Found
Part Four
He stood there with a look of awe on his face, staring at her.
“Um… can I help you, Peter?” Aiden asked, waving a hand in front of her face to break him from his daze. He shook his head, mind still a little foggy.
“Did you… did you just stand up to Flash and his football gang?” Peter asks, realizing that she had already started walking away from him. He ran to catch up with her.
She simply shrugs. “Yeah, it wasn’t exactly hard. There was something about him though, something strange. I can’t figure it out, but I’m going to talk to him and find out.” Suddenly Aiden stops, whirling around to face Peter. He almost walks into her at the sharp movement.
“Something’s wrong, Peter. This isn’t him, I- I can tell.” She turns around again and makes her way to class, leaving Peter standing in the hallway, staring at her retreating figure.
Aiden barely talked to him the rest of the week, focusing on her school work and trying to distract herself from her ever growing crush on Peter Parker. There, she said it. She had a huge crush on Peter Parker, and it was horrible. But, who can blame her? The kid was geeky, adorable, was weirdly buff, had an amazing personality, and, on top of all of that, he cared about her. But no matter how much she wanted to be closer to him, something stopped her. He’s going to walk out of your life, the voice inside her head said. He’s going to be just like Tom and leave. Don’t let that happen, it continued, leaving Aiden in a daze.
Ever since her oldest brother, Tom, had gotten a big break in the acting world, he had packed up, moved to L.A., and left their entire family behind. The worst part was, Aiden had loved him with her entire heart. He was like a parent to her, giving her advice and helping her with life when their own parents wouldn’t. All her trust issues stemmed from him leaving, and she hated every second of it. She hated being so vulnerable, and she hated how much one person could have broken her. Aiden was only 8 when it happened. She was 16 now. He used to at least call for birthdays, but eventually, that stopped too.
What hurt the most was that Aiden would see his face everywhere, in upcoming movies and posters. She would see him in celebrity endorsements and award shows. During his speeches, he never once mentioned his family that helped him achieve his dreams, never once mentioned his adoring little sister who would have done anything for him, never once mentioned everything he left behind and all the hurt he had caused people. He was gone, and it took Aiden years to realize that he wasn’t coming back.
She had almost successfully cut off all communications with Peter, mad at him for getting so close to her so fast. He would only see her when she walked past him in the halls, and even then she would speed walk away from him. It hurt him to see her not wanting to talk; he thought that they had really hit it off and would become close. However, he respected her decision and didn’t try to talk to her. Until one fateful night, that is.
Aiden was in her room; she had just finished all of her physics homework and was exhausted. She was second in their grade only to Peter, yet her parents still pushed her to only settle for first and it put an immense load on Aiden. She was only a kid, after all.
She dramatically fell back onto her bed and was a second away from falling asleep when she heard frantic knocking on her window. Her curtains were closed, and Aiden could see a shadowy figure moving around behind it. She grabbed a baseball bat that she kept beside her bed and brought it up next to her head, then stepped forward and grabbed a hold of the curtain fabric. Yanking it open, she almost dropped her bat in surprise; she was met with the wide white eyes of Spider-Man’s suit.
Aiden immediately scrambled to open the window, and it was when he was climbing in did she realize there was a huge gash running down the side of his body that he was clutching. Aiden helped him sit down on her bed, and when Spider-Man brought his hand away from the cut, it came away bright red, covered in blood.
She immediately went into emergency mode, remembering all the first aid that she had to learn in her self-defense class. Then she remembered who was in front of her, and managed to let out a breathless whisper shout, saying, “What are you doing here?!”
Immediately, the figure in front of her reached up and grabbed the edge of the mask, pulling it away from his face. Aiden’s face went white with shock as she gasps.
“PETER?! WHAT THE FUCK?!” She yelled quietly, not able to hide her surprise. At this point, she can see the tears forming in his eyes, and realized he must be in a lot of pain.
“Please, Aiden,” He cries out, voice cracking. “I- I got hurt and I didn’t know where to go and I know you hate me but please, I need help I don’t know what to d-” Aiden cuts him off with a gentle shake of her head.
“I don’t hate you, Peter, I just- I can’t open up to people that easily. But I’m going to get you cleaned up, okay? Just nod if you understand me, I don’t want you using up your energy by talking.” He gave a weak nod, and instantly a steely glint appeared in Aiden’s eyes. She left the room in a hurry, then came back with her arms full of first aid supplies.
“Peter, I need you to- to take the suit off. I can't clean it without bare skin surrounding it,” Without another word, Peter pressed the spider emblem on his chest. The suit loosened up, pooling around his waist as he sat on the bed.
Aiden’s mind goes back into emergency mode, not bothering to focus on his obvious 6-pack or his strong biceps. She bit her lip, surveying the wound. “I’m sorry Petey, but this is definitely going to need stitches.” When she doesn’t get any response from him, she looks up and notices his eyes starting to close. “Hey hey no. Stay with me, okay? Petey, stay with me. Just breathe.” But, her voice was already starting to sound fainter and far away, and with a loll of his head, Peter succumbed to the darkness.
Quickly, Aiden checks his pulse, breathing a sigh of relief when she feels it. She looked at the wound and realized that he’s probably losing a lot of blood, so she gets to work.
She cleaned the wound, then prepared him for stitches. Surprisingly, her hands didn’t shake, and she tried to recall the training course she took. Taking a deep breath, she got to work.
About an hour and one mini-breakdown later, Aiden was done with the gash and she had already checked for and treated any other small cuts and scrapes on his body. For that, however, she had needed to pull his suit completely off his body, leaving him in only his boxers. Aiden didn’t let herself get distracted as she finished washing her hands and came back into the room.
She had arranged him on her bed properly, but the blood had made a mess on her sheets. She had checked his pulse; it was strong and beating at regular intervals. Staring at him, she had no idea what to do. Checking the time on her phone, it read 2 a.m. Then, it hit her. Tony Stark.
Everyone knew that Peter had an internship with Tony Stark, and it sure as hell didn’t take a genius to put two and two together. Being Spider-Man was the internship. Picking up Peter’s phone that she had found in a small pocket in his suit, Aiden prayed that it didn’t have a password. Surprisingly enough, it didn’t.
Scrolling until she found the contacts app, she tapped on it and quickly found the contact name that said “Mr. Stark”. For a second she hesitated, and reality came flooding back to her. It was 2 in the morning. Then, she remembers that she has a boy that was a literal superhero in front of her, and Aiden put it all into perspective. Yeah, she thought. I think this is worth the time and attention of Tony Stark. Even though it’s 2 in the morning. With that, Aiden pressed the call button and put the phone to her ear, sucking in a breath as she listened to it ring.
It rang three times before someone said a tired, “Hello? Kid? What happened? It's 2 in the morning and I’m trying to get some sleep here.” Aiden gasped, covering her mouth with her hand. She instantly recognized his voice. It was actually Tony Stark.
Aiden shook her head to clear it. She tried to sound as confident as she could when she spoke and hoped her nerves weren’t obvious. “Mr. Stark? Hi, I’m Peter’s friend, Aiden. We have a bit of an emergency.” He stayed silent on the other end of the line, as if inviting her to continue. “Um, about an hour and a half ago, Peter showed up at my window with a huge gash down his side, in his Spider-Man suit.” Aiden paused as she heard a sharp intake of breath. “He passed out, from all the blood loss I’m assuming, but not before he revealed that he was Spider-Man and helped me take the suit off. The gash was really deep, and I cleaned him up and stitched it up.” Aiden hears a sound of protest coming from Tony. “No, it’s okay, I’ve taken a course on all the basic emergency procedures and I passed, so I know how to stitch someone up.” Another sigh. “Anyway, he was passed out through it all and he still is. The bleeding has notably decreased and his pulse is strong and steady. I cleaned up the minor scrapes and cuts as well. But, I don’t know what to do now. I thought it would be best to call you because he works for you or whatever. I also know that his Aunt May must be worried sick, which is horrible. So what do I do?” There was a moment of silence. Then, he spoke.
“Kid, I don’t know what to tell you. What you did was incredible and I know Peter is going to be extremely thankful when he wakes up. I think the best course of action right now is to have me pick him up and bring him to the tower. May knows he has an internship with me, I can convince her that I sent her an email already letting her know that he’s going to spend the night with me and she just forgot. But honestly, you did that all by yourself?” Tony lets out a breathless chuckle. “How’s this. It’s obvious you care about him a lot, and he obviously trusts you enough to put his life in your hands. You can come with me when I take him back to the tower, hm? Are you down to do that? I can call your parents and let them know that you have an internship with me and you spent the night.” He finishes off.
Aiden gasps. “Oh my god yes! But, please just promise me that Peter will be in good hands and he’ll be okay. I-” her voice broke a little. “I don’t know what I’d do with myself if he didn’t make it.” She finished, trying not to cry.
“Hey, listen to me, it’s going to be okay. Give me your address and apartment number and I’ll be at your window in 10 okay?” Tony soothed her.
Aiden gave a little whimper, then nodded, eventually hanging up after giving him her information. She sat beside the unconscious boy on the bed and moved some of his hair out of his face. Slowly, she leaned in and kissed his forehead, whispering, “Please wake up Petey. Please.” She sat there until, exactly 10 minutes after the call, she heard a knock on her window.
Standing up, Aiden already knew who it was, and opened it, letting Tony into her room. But, she was too worried to fangirl about how cool his Iron Man suit looked, or how quiet it was. The front half seemed to dissolve and he stepped out, leaving the suit hovering an inch off the ground behind him. Aiden barely had time to register it as he walked towards her and wrapped her in a hug. He pulled her back to an arm's length and inspected her, smiling.
“Peter chose a keeper,” he said, smiling.
“Bu- I- Wha- Peter and I aren’t dating!” Aiden finally sputtered out.
Tony just laughed and shook his head, saying, “I never said you were, and I think that just proves my point.” Then, as if he remembered why he was actually here, he looked over to see Peter lying on the bed. His face filled with worry, and he quickly bent over to check Peter’s pulse. Sure enough, it was strong and steady. His gash had been properly bandaged, and a quick look underneath told him that the stitching was correct too. He turned to Aiden.
“Color me impressed. You did a really good job, kid. But I think it’s time to head back now.” Tony said.
Aiden nodded, then seemed to remember something. “Hey um, can I bring my backpack and pack a quick lunch for school tomorrow? I don’t have lunch money and I still have a bit of homework to do and a project to work on,” she said quietly.
Tony just stared at her. “I’m going to pretend like you didn’t just say that to me. Besides, you’re definitely not going to school tomorrow. Looking at the obviously used punching bag hanging from the ceiling,” he gestures towards it, “the sports clothes thrown across the room,” he points to the individual pieces of clothing, “and last but not least, this amazing work you did on a live human in a time of need, you have potential, kid. And I’m making sure you do something with it.”
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a/n - ok so I have everything else already planned out and I actually like where the story’s going (knock on wood) but woo ya! Hope you enjoy reading this, my dudes :)
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