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trippedandfell · 2 years

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for the 101 ways to say i love you: 87? (i would put it here but i didn’t copy paste and now i can’t remember lol)

thank you!! i had to edit it a little bit to make it fit, but hopefully it still works! 1.2k | read on ao3

87: "Don't be scared. I'm right here."

“Okay,” Buck says, voice tinny through the car speakers, “before you freak out, just know that I’m like, ninety percent sure nothing’s broken.”

Eddie takes one white-knuckled hand off of the steering wheel long enough to jab the Bluetooth volume up. “That’s not what I heard.”

He can practically hear Buck’s wince. “Shit. Don’t tell me. Bobby?”

“Hen, actually,” Eddie says, biting back the urge to curse as yet another driver cuts in front of him - LA traffic at rush hour is brutal, honestly. “She said, and I quote, ‘your dumbass boyfriend fell off a cliff, meet us at First Presbyterian.’”

“Okay, first off,” Buck says, indignant, “it wasn’t even a cliff. Just like, a really big hill. And secondly-” he pulls the phone away from his ear, presumably talking to someone in the room with him “- you all are traitors.”

“Not exactly filling me with confidence here,” Eddie says dryly, as someone - likely Chim - cackles in the background. He checks the GPS above the dash. “Hey, look. I’ll be there in like, two minutes, okay?”

“You’re on your way?” Buck asks, and there’s something in his voice, something vulnerable, that has Eddie pressing down a little harder than he probably should on the gas pedal. He knows it was probably bad form to ditch the parent-teacher conference the way he did, to leave Chris with Carla and race out without so much as a goodbye, but. Whatever. He’s never been rational when it comes to Buck, so there’s no use in starting now. “You could have waited until after Chris’s thing. We’re just waiting for x-ray results. It’s not life or death.”

Eddie knows Buck well enough to know that he’s not even saying that to be self-deprecating - they’ve worked on that a lot the last couple months, inside therapy and out. But he also knows that all the therapy in the world won’t change that Buck sees himself as second to pretty much everyone else in his life, and that - that’s not something Eddie can fix, not really, but he still wants to try. And if that means racing to the hospital for something as silly as a fall down a really big hill, then so be it.

It’s just. Eddie knows Buck will be fine. It doesn’t mean that he doesn’t want to be by his side anyways.

“Doesn’t matter,” he finally says, scanning the parking lot for an empty spot. “Hey, look, I’m just parking now. I’ll be right in, okay? Love you.”

“Love you,” Buck echoes, and then he’s gone, and Eddie’s left listening to nothing but the dial tone. He forces himself to take a deep breath as he hops out of his truck - realistically, they’ve both been in the hospital for far worse things than this - but it never gets easier, seeing Buck in any sort of pain.

The hospital is blessedly empty tonight, so Eddie’s let back to see Buck without having to wait, following the nurse down the long, winding hallways without a word. Hen had texted him when he was paying the ridiculously overpriced parking meter to let him know that her and Chim were going to grab coffee, which Eddie is grateful for - he doesn’t know if he has it in himself to make small talk just yet.

He raps on the door once, twice, before pushing it open to see Buck sitting up in bed, scrolling aimlessly on his cell phone. Eddie takes him in, drinks in every inch, eyes scanning from the scrape on his arm and down to his ankle, propped up on a pile of pillows and swollen to at least double its normal size.

He’s beginning to think that really big hill might have been a little bit of an understatement.

“Hey,” he greets, dropping a kiss on Buck’s forehead as he sits down, weaves their fingers together. “How are you feeling, baby?”

Buck shoots him a megawatt grin, tired but happy. He’s got a line of dirt under his left eye, and his hair has definitely seen better days, and Eddie is so, so, ridiculously in love.

“Little sore,” he admits, thumb rubbing circles on the back of Eddie’s hand. “But mostly fine. You really could have waited until Chris’s parent teacher conference was done, you know. I know that you wanted to talk to his English teacher.”

“Correction,” Eddie says, “you wanted me to talk to his English teacher on your behalf, since you couldn’t get off shift. I distinctly remember someone leaving me very detailed notes on the kitchen counter this morning. And anyways,” he pauses, remembering the panicked edge to Hen’s voice when she called, the way his heart had dropped out from under him, “I wanted to be here. I just - I was scared.”

Buck’s smile is soft. “I know. But you don’t have to be scared. I’m right here. Alive and well. Well, uh,” he gestures to his leg. “Mostly well.”

“Mm,” Eddie agrees, staring at Buck’s ankle critically. “What’s the verdict?”

Buck shrugs, fidgeting with the bedsheets. “They’re saying it’s a bad sprain. Might be a hairline fracture, so we’re just waiting for the results on that. Couple weeks off, crutches. You know the drill.”

Eddie winces - he does, in fact, know the drill. “You’re staying over at my place, okay?”

The grin Buck shoots him is crooked and completely, utterly, beautiful. “Do I get a say in the matter?”

“Nope,” Eddie says, leaning in to punctuate his words with a kiss. “As a matter of fact, you should just move in permanently.” Buck stares at him, eyes blown wide, and the gravity of what Eddie’s just said hits him like a truck. He buries his face in his hands, groaning. “Shit, that was not how I was planning on asking you.”

“There was a plan?”

“There was no plan,” Eddie protests, but Buck’s already fixing him with downright gleeful look, so he relents. “Okay, there was a little bit of a plan.”

It - it wasn’t much of a plan, honestly, just a key hidden in his sock drawer at home, hung on a keychain that Chris had made at summer camp last month for this express purpose. But Buck still grins when he tells him about it, looks at him with those big doe eyes and says, “sweetheart,” in that soft, aching voice of his, and - yeah. Asking him to move in was definitely the right call.

Speaking of which: “you haven’t even said yes yet,” Eddie points out, his heart jackrabbiting in his chest. He doesn’t think Buck will say no, not really, but. There’s always a chance.

“I’m sorry, was there a question somewhere in there?”

“You’re the worst,” Eddie complains, pitching forward to lean against Buck’s shoulder. “Remind me again why I’m asking you to move in?”

“Mm,” Buck’s kissing the shell of his ear, touch gentle. “I can cook. I only marginally hate doing laundry. And,” he swallows, Adam’s apple bobbing, “I really love you. And Chris. And if you guys would have me, I’d love to move in.”

Eddie can see it now - falling asleep with Buck every night, pancakes for breakfast in the morning, weekend trips to the zoo. He’s not obtuse enough to think it’ll all be smooth sailing - Buck gets cranky when he’s off work for too long, and God knows Eddie’s awful about keeping the kitchen clean, but. He thinks it’ll work, the three of them.

“I’d really like that,” he says honestly, thinking of the ring nestled behind the key in his sock drawer, the three drafts of a proposal speech hidden deep in the recesses of his phone. They’re not there yet, won’t be for a while, but Eddie’s in no rush. He’ll take every moment he can with Buck.

He’s worth it.

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harrypotterandthefandomaccount · 4 years

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Headcanons For Being A Student And Dating Professor Remus Lupin

request: Can you do headcannons for professor lupin x student reader?

Note: You are of age in this!!

The two of you met while on the Hogwarts Express, finding no other cart to sit in but his - he was asleep, anyways.

The ride to Hogwarts was quiet, Lupin’s quiet breaths being the only sound within the cart until screams were heard down the hall of the train.

It got very cold all of a sudden and you shivered, wrapping your coat around you tighter as you noticed a raggedy-looking black figure hovering over the door to the compartment.

Gasping, you shuffled closer to the windows of the cart as you realized the figure was coming into the room, hiding your face in your coat.

“Expecto Patronum!” a voice yelled, propelling the figure out of the train entirely

You looked at the once-sleeping man, a smile now on his face “Professor Lupin, at your service. I’m the new DADA Professor.”

You were so lucky that you decided to take DADA that year, blushing at his introduction, then introducing yourself to your new teacher.

The rest of the train ride, the two of you shared pieces of chocolate and he taught you all about what dementors were and how he dispelled them.

If you were shaking after the incident, Remus would sit next to you and hold your hands tight, reminding you that the dementor was no longer there.

Hopping off the train, he’d wink at you and say that he’d see you around - you failed to mention you were taking his class.

First day of classes, he was a bit surprised to see you right in the front, face becoming a bit red but he continued on throughout his lessons.

After the Boggarts lesson, you’d ask Professor Lupin for a bit more practice after class, and you were sirius (lol serious, sirius, get it?)

He’d be all for it, training you in the courtyard after hours and praising you for every little thing you did

Remus would be beaming, so proud of how far along you’ve come in his class; every time you’d look back at him for dispelling your Boggart, he’d always have a smile on his face.

“Look at you, my star student! Did you see that? Merlin, I could not be prouder.” “Really, Professor?” “Really.”

Remus would slowly start off with kisses on the head, nothing too affectionate. When he’d teach you things further advanced than the rest of the class, then he’d give you kisses on both your cheeks, face beaming.

Until you get yourself into trouble with the Golden Trio and he finds you in the Whomping Willow with them.

He scolds you first, even before Harry and the others, which actually surprises himself.

Would drag you back to Hogwarts himself (let’s pretend it wasn’t a full moon and he didn’t transform bc why not) and say how angry he was with you, going overprotective.

Once he closes the door to his classroom, he overlooks you for injuries, just making sure you’re okay until you smack his shoulder, “Remus, I’m fine!” “Just making sure, darling, what you did was pretty stupid.”

He’d look you in the eyes after calling you darling, testing the waters. You’d smile at him, making him chuckle as he’d touch your nose with his, leaning in to give you a kiss.

From then on, you two would be extremely careful about your relationship - for obvious reasons, nobody knows about it. On the outside, it just looks like a great bond between a student and a teacher (and there is nothing wrong with that!!!!)

Remus would be so careful with you, literally and metaphorically. He’d take care of you for every little thing and would brush your hair out of your face, making sure you weren’t hurt or in pain.

He’d also be careful about how much attention he paid you - he could play favorites, but not girlfriend favorites.

If you ever asked a question in class, he’d smile big and give you praise - but it’d mean more. During a test, he’d make sure to lay a hand on your back or shoulder. If you come to his desk, Remus would put a hand on your lower back, making sure no other student could see it.

Would scootch closer to you to smell your perfume or hair, smiling to himself as you’d shiver.

Looked for you during his free period and shockingly, both of your free’s lined up. Usually, you’d be in the Potions classroom with Snape’s permission.

The two of them cared for you as a student - but Remus more than Snape - so Severus wouldn’t be annoyed whenever Remus would help you with Potions or just hanging out with you. The three of you would have lovely conversations, actually; the tension between them was almost nonexistent to you but not for them.

If you were in the library, he’d make it seem like he was helping you with understanding the material. Would definitely hold your thigh under the table, his thumb rubbing smooth circles on your skin.

Remus would be the type of guy, further in the relationship, to tell you to wear your skirt shorter one day just so he could get a good look - without being suspicious or demeaning towards you.

If you played Quidditch, he’d cheer the loudest for you, being a supportive boyfriend. The staff wouldn’t think anything weird of it - just him being proud of one of his best students.

If not, he’d steal glances to you during the game just to see your face light up at a certain play.

Remus would take you on dates in Hogsmeade, but only in secluded parts where other students/teachers wouldn’t be able to find you two. Either it be a picnic or a restaurant, he’d make you laugh the entire time and hold your hand.

Kind of shy about PDA but would give you lots of kisses in private and would brush your hands if you walked past each other in the Hogwarts halls.

Would whisper that he loves you whenever he got the chance.

NSFW BELOW THE CUT

Remus would love seeing you ride him, bouncing up and down on his cock as you’d writhe in pleasure above him.

After hours, you bet he would pull you into his classroom and fuck you on his desk, messing up all the papers just to show that you come before everything else.

Loves seeing that same mess on his desk the next morning.

Can and will call you names during sex but only if you ask for it - like cum/cock slut, little girl, sweet girl, etc but nothing too demeaning b/c he always says he loves you afterwards

Compliments you and your body constantly, saying you have perfect tits, the best pussy to accommodate his cock, the loveliest moans to hear.

Loves eating pussy and nobody can tell me otherwise

Remus will make you feel like a goddess while he eats you out, no doubt about it. Grabbing your tits, opening up your pussy to taste you even more, marking your thighs with his teeth.

Mans is gifted, all i’m saying

Will grow confidence during sex and make you say that he’s the best you’ll ever have, that nobody else can satisfy you like he does.

Just loves looking at you while you cum, knowing he made you feel that good and only he gets to see that face.

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defkooka · 4 years

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best night of our lives | mark lee

pairing: mark x reader

genre: lifeguardau, highschoolau, just straight up shy mark and romanceee

word count: 6.4k

summary: no one told you that spending the entire summer with the cute black aired lifeguard was going to go this way.

a/n: heyyyy i’m back after like a solid year lol. this one was in the drafts from a VERY old request so i got bored and decided to finish it. anywaysss mark lee is best boy. i said what i said. IF YOU WANT TO REQUEST ANYTHING, THEYRE OPEN!

“do you ever wonder how we can like... see? like what makes it possible for our brains to see colors and stuff like that?” mark said from beside you on the high life guard chair that overlooked the giant pool.

“i don’t know mark. why is the sky blue? what’s the difference between a #1 and #2 pencil?” you craned your neck to look at the dark haired boy next to you from under your sunglasses.

“touché” he squinted his eyes at you and turned his head back to the pool with a smile as he looked over the swimming bodies.

this is what your summer has consisted of so far. just you and mark sitting under an umbrella while you watch people splash around in the water under the scorching summer heat everyday.

being a lifeguard at the pool was a job you couldn’t miss the chance on. you get to sit around all day and watch people swim and get payed a fair amount of money for it. couldn’t get better than that right? oh but it does.

what you didn’t know you were gonna walk into the first day of work was the cute, soft, and nice boy that would sit under the umbrella with you. everyday.

every time you would walk out into the pool, mark was already sitting on the lifeguard chair. once he noticed you he would give you a friendly smile and a small wave of his hand that would just melt your heart because, how can someone so cute exist?

you had to admit to yourself that you had the slightest crush on mark ever since you met him in science class back in freshman year. he wasn’t much of a talker but still a very friendly person. but oh boy could he get loud. you both shared some mutual friends so it didn’t take much for you two to become friends also. mark is someone who could make you laugh just by doing the bare minimum. if you were ever in the same room, just a small lock of your eyes can send you two into a giggling mess, this also being the cause of you and mark getting in trouble with your teacher many times that same year.

you initially thought that your friendship with mark would just be a class thing; probably never to see him outside of school unless you run into him on the street. but once he told you that he had gotten a job as a lifeguard at your local pool, you were shocked to know that you were also going to be working there for the summer and you couldn’t help the wide smile that overcame you finding out that you were going to spend more time with this cute and silly boy.

but what surprised you the most was the fact that you guys got put in the same shift, meaning you had to share the giant lifeguard chair with him all day. not like you were complaining anyway.

“hey, um are you maybe doing anything this weekend?” marks eyes drifted to his thick thighs as he played with the hem of his bright red swimming shorts, avoiding your eyes as much as he could.

“no, why?” you slid down your sunglasses to get a better look at him.

“well, uh-” he swallowed the lump of nerves in his throat and you noticed how adorable he looked when he was nervous.

“mark!” he was interrupted by the sound of a loud high-pitched voice who belong to no other than one of your closest friends; chenle.

you both snapped your heads towards the loud voice and noticed two other of your friends walking along side him; jisung and donghyuck. they smiled and waved at you guys and you mirrored their actions back with a grin.

“what’s up love birds?” donghyuck climbed up a few of the steps and placed his hands on the seat to keep himself balanced and not fall backwards into the shallow pool.

you could feel mark stir from next to you and let out an awkward cough to ease the sudden weirdness in the air. you on the other hand felt a giggle and a soft laugh escape your mouth with a shake of your head at the brown haired boy in front of you.

donghyuck was probably the only person who knew of this crush you had on mark. telling chenle and jisung would practically be yelling it out into the world. donghyuck still respected your wishes as to not tell anyone, but that still didn’t stop him from throwing little comments here and there like the one he just did.

“what are you guys doing here?” you leaned back into the chair and watched the 3 boys in front of you.

“our shift is almost starting” chenle said as he looked over the people swimming in the pool. “there’s probably so much pee in there” he whispered to himself but was clearly heard as you and jisung looked at each other with a roll of your eyes.

“say y/n? you happen to have a boyfriend or something at the moment?” donghyuck said which made everyone stop what they were doing and eyes lock on you. you were taken aback by the randomness of his question and suddenly felt nervous all of the sudden. you weren’t dating anyone as of right now because of the massive crush on mark; but you felt embarrassed to say that out loud and even more with mark sitting so close next to you.

“i-y’know! that’s not a-appropriate to ask right n-now hyuck!” you pinched the side of his arm, making him stumble back onto the ground; rubbing his hand up and down the now red spot. “i was just curious” he pouted his lips but that soon turned into a laugh when his eyes landed on red-eared mark.

“would you look at the time! our shift is over, have fun guys!” you quickly hopped off the tall chair and put on your red sandals and said a quick goodbye before your cheeks flushed more than they already had. mark probably thinks you’re a loser now. why didn’t you just answered the question with a simple no and let it go! why did you have to get so flustered! especially in front of mark.

“why are you walking so fast?” you heard mark say from behind you making you abruptly stop on your tracks; almost making him crash into you before he caught himself.

“why are you here?” you said too fast for your liking.

“we have the same shift remember?” mark said with a chuckle making you feel your body overheat for what seemed like the 100th time today. why must his cuteness have such an effect on you?! you let out a small ‘oh’ and slowed your steps so he now was walking right beside you.

“hey, remember when i asked you if you were doing something this weekend?” he finally broke the silence when you two reached the entrance outside the locker rooms.

“y-yeah” you spoke hesitantly.

“well, um. there’s this party donghyuck is throwing, you heard of it?”

“yeah actually, he mentioned it to me the other day.” your palms started sweating as you didn’t know exactly where he was going with his questions.

“good, so uh, um i was wondering if, you know since you aren’t doing anything, would you like to come...with me?” he looked at you with hope in his eyes while he bit his bottom lip a little, hands stuffed down his pockets in fists.

at this point your mind went blank. was mark lee really asking you out after you completely embarrassed yourself in front of him? this must be some type of sick joke the universe is playing on you.

“oh. yes, i would love to” you smiled up at the boy and it seemed like all the nerves were replaced with a shy grin.

“cool, cool. so i’ll pick you up?” he shyly smiled and tilted his head to the side.

“sounds good” you smiled back at him and laughed a little.

“i’ll see you then.” he began walking backwards towards the boys side of the locker rooms while you stood in the entrance looking like a love-struck teenager. well, technically you were.

“yeah. i’ll see you.” you finally turned around once you saw him go in with a huge smile on his face.

guess you weren’t embarrassed in front of the boy you had a massive crush on after all. but that doesn’t mean you still aren’t going to kill donghyuck.

“you know, you should try and breathe once every 2 seconds. just saying” hyuck said from the other end of the line.

you were currently running up and down your room trying to find something decent to wear for the party, which was in like 2 hours. great time management.

“i can’t show up looking like a bum hyuck, plus-“ you stopped mid sentence as you pulled a shirt from the bottom of your closet with all your force, sending you flying flat on your ass with a soft oof once you finally got it out.

“mark fucking lee asked me to go WITH him, not just a ‘oh you should show up’ no no no no, he used an actual ‘with me’”, you crawled your way over to your computer where half of donghyucks face was shown as he was having an intense stare down with the tv in front of him, his fingers scrambling all over the place on his controller.

“it’s mark we’re talking about here. trust me, he’s not going to notice what you’re wearing- FUCK” he screamed at the tv as you heard gunshots and then it going silent, he probably lost at whatever game he was losing his brain cells to this time.

“i know but i still want to look somewhat presentable. i don’t want tonight to go horribly bad and have him never speak to me ever again.” you pouted as you finally saw his eyes look over at you since the last 20 minutes.

“alright, game plan. put on something nice, get all dolled up and let me know once you and mark get here, i will make sure nothing too out of pocket happens tonight so you and prince charming can run off and get married, okay?” he raised one eyebrow and you smiled into the camera.

“yes! thanks hyuckie” you grinned at him and blew him a kiss.

“yeah, yeah, whatever. i have to go, jeno and renjun are probably gonna be here any second to help me set up fro the bangerrr.” he shoved his face into the camera and made a disgusted face before he hung up without even allowing you to say a proper goodbye.

after another 40 minutes of looking for something you finally settled on your favorite shirt with a pair of black jeans and went on to get ready.

after putting on your clothes and making sure your hair didn’t look a mess, your phone vibrated on your desk.

mark:D : i’ll be there in 2 :)

“oh shit” the nerves finally started creeping up on you as you replied an ‘okay’ and quickly sent it.

hopefully this night doesn’t turn out to be horrible. what could possibly go wrong right? hyuck said he’s gonna have everything under control and try and make things run smoothly so you had nothing to worry about.

as you ran around your room getting the last of your things ready, you heard a knock on your front door.

you walked down the hall towards the door to making sure you had everything from your phone to your keys. you stood in front of the door taking in a big breath and calming down the nerves running through your body.

you opened the door to reveal mark standing in front of you with all his glory. his hands were clasped in front of him as he he rubbed them up and down. when his eyes landed on you, he looked like a deer caught in the headlights.

“hey mark” you smiled and you seemed the relax at the fact that he seemed more nervous than you were. his eyes slightly softened as he stared at you and gave you a cute smile.

“hey, nice house” he awkwardly said as he looked around your front porch. you looked at him for a few seconds before bursting into laughs, him along with you.

“yeah, yeah pretty nice huh?” you both looked at each other before breaking into smiles. “ready to go?” he put his arm out for you take; which you gladly did.

it was a short ride to donghyucks house, time seemed to pass by quick since you and mark were cracking stupid silly jokes the whole way there. time always seemed to be going fast when you were around mark, even when you guys are at work. mark radiates this energy around him that’s so calming, he has these awkward moments from time to time, but those moments are your favorites because of how easy you both are able to laugh them off and move on to the next topic. that’s one of the main reasons why you liked him so much, being around him just made you comfortable and calm.

“do you think there’s a lot of people there already?” mark asked as you both saw the front door get closer and closer. the loud bass of the music could be heard all he way from outside in the front yard, but there was no view of the inside hence the curtains were closed.

“i don’t know, i doubt donghyuck would make it a big thing anyway.” oh boy how wrong you were.

as soon as you and mark stepped foot inside of the house, there were heads everywhere you turned. it was a sea of people in the living room dancing to some loud song you couldn’t recognize. the heavy smell of alcohol invaded your senses and made you scrunch your nose in distaste.

“holy shit. how the hell are we supposed to make it past all these people?” you got closer to marks ear to yell into it as he leaned down to listen. you doubt if you tried to speak in a normal tone he could hear, you could barely even hear your own thoughts.

“hold on” mark said into your ear as you felt a tight grip on your hand. he held you close to his body and you felt the heat radiating from it. he navigated you guys through the sea of grinding bodies against each other. he made sure to look back at you every so often to make sure you didn’t get lost or someone bumped into you.

you guys finally made it into the kitchen were it seemed to be less people. a couple of groups talking or slowly dancing to the music with cups in their hands.

“you want a drink?” mark looked at you with a raised eyebrow. you didn’t respond back immediately, your attention still on the fact that your fingers were interlaced with one another. you looked at your hands and back up at his brown eyes. he seemed to catch on and quickly glanced at your hands before letting go with a blush tainting his soft skin.

he mumbled a small sorry and looked around the kitchen nervously. a giggle left your lips as you reached back for his hand and intertwined your fingers together again. his head snapped back at your hands again and quickly up to your eyes, the same blush now racing to his ears. he nervously laughed and kept his eyes locked on yours.

“i’m not a big drinker actually.” you smiled up at him and he nodded his head in agreement.

“good. me neither, i can’t hold down alcohol for too long. after the first 2 hours it gets ugly.” you both laughed.

“how about just juice for now?” you dragged him towards the counter where you found bottles of juice, probably as chasers. you emptied them in solo cups, handing one to mark as he took it from your hand; fingers brushing against each other. he smiled as a way of saying thank you and took a sip from the cup as he looked around inspecting the scene.

“yo!” you looked over marks shoulder and saw a tipsy, soon to be drunk, donghyuck approach you guys with a cup in his hand.

“soo how you guys liking the party?” he wrapped an arm around marks shoulders and looked around at the mass of people.

“there’s a lot more people than i expected here.” you said over the music.

“i know right! i invited a few people from school but i guess those people invited people, and then those people invited more people.” he said with a shrug of his shoulder and taking a sip from his almost empty cup.

“dude your house is going to be a trashed in the morning” mark said while he also took a sip of his drink.

“nah, upstairs is off limits anyway. except for you guys of course.” hyuck smirked at you and nodged mark. you and mark made eye contact while he tried to awkwardly laugh hyucks comment away.

“alright that’s enough. me and mark are off” you grab marks hand and dragged him away from hyucks tight grasp on him. you spot the door of the backyard open and head for it with mark hot on your heels.

once you guys get outside you spot way less people out here than inside, pixie lights light up the dark night along with the stars looking down at you. the music quietens as you both slowly walk towards a pair of chairs in a more secluded area under a tall tree, a few feet away from everyone else.

“is this okay?” you ask as you take a seat while mark drags his chair closer to yours and faces you.

“yeah, this is great actually. i’m not much of a party person anyway. i only show up to these things for the guys.” he plays with the hem of his cup.

“yeah me too. there’s just something about sweaty people grinding on each other that just doesn’t sit right with me.” you shake your head and you hear mark laugh next to you. you immediately look over to not miss the beautiful smile that drags over his face, bringing one just as big to yours.

“parties are great to be honest. but only if you’re with the right person for the night.” he looks at you before looking off into the house.

you smile and decided to take this as your chance to tease him a little.

“oh really? please elaborate for me mark lee” you turn your body to face him better and lean your body towards your legs, using your elbows as support, your body now inches away from him.

he looked over when he felt you move and looked into your eyes and that’s when you noticed how close you guys actually got, but that didn't stop you from continuing.

“i-i mean well, y’know. when you’re around the right person, you could have one of the best nights of your life. you could either be dancing the night away, or just y’know, sitting down and just endlessly talk to them.” he looked down at his shoes while he spoke and once he was done he glanced back at your eyes only to see them stare right back into his.

“wow, i didn’t know you were that deep. don’t worry, i’ll try and live up to the expectations tonight and make this one of the best nights of your life” you said with a smirk. you don’t know where all this boldness was coming from considering the fact that you were just having a mental breakdown over an outfit not even an hour ago, but you liked it.

“and i’ll try to make this one of the best nights of your life y/n” he raised his cup for you to clink yours against and you both took sips of your drinks while stealing little glances at each other.

“you guys are so lame” you both craned your necks to look at the four boys approaching you guys. “you’re sitting outside away from everyone while there’s a big ass party going on right inside” renjun said while he leaned into jeno to his left.

“so? maybe we wanted to have a good conversation without 4 idiots interrupting us” you perked up and commented with sarcasm while mark laughed, wow it is so easy to make this boy laugh.

“alright, alright point. sorry, we didn’t mean to interrupt your little date” chenle smiled and gave mark a wiggle of his eyebrows while mark looked like he just got caught with his hand inside the cookie jar.

“date?” you teased and looked over at mark with a goofy grin on your face, but inside you felt like you were just about to explode cause he actually considered this a date with you!

“remind me to never tell you anything ever again. thanks” mark avoided eye contact while he tried to look anywhere but at you.

“y/n, did you know that mark called me 3 times just because he didn’t know what to wear?” jeno joined in on chenles teasing.

“oh yeah, he also texted the group chat saying, ‘oh my god i’m so nervous, will she like this?, should i hold her ha-“ jisung didn’t get to finish his sentence before mark was up on his feet and aggressively covering the younger boys mouth.

“okayyy! that’s enough.” he nervously laughed while giving jisung and the rest of the guys a death glare, but they didn’t seemed to take it seriously by the way they were laughing and continued teasing mark.

“hey, lets head back inside now. i-i’m allergic to pollen” mark scratched his nose and pretended to sniff and it only made a soft giggle escape your lips.

“sure” you followed behind him while you guys made your way inside the busy house once again.

you walked deeper into the house until you were in the main area of the living room staring into the sea of dancing bodies to the beat of the song playing from the speakers spread around. you were mesmerized by how much fun everyone seemed to have. they were all in their own individual worlds with not a care in the world. you weren’t much of a party person but you definitely liked to have a good time from time to time.

marks eyes lingered on your face as you looked into the crowd with little stars twinkling in your eyes. the fluorescent lights where hitting your face just right making you look like a character right from those movies, where in that moment the male lead realizes how much he likes the female lead and he just couldn’t resist himself any longer. you felt marks body press up against your side as he leaned down to whisper in your ear. you felt his hot breath tickling your ear right before he spoke, feeling his lips slightly touch the side of your lobe sending shivers down your spine.

“let’s dance” he grabbed your hand and led you into the center of the dance floor before you could register what was happening. he placed his hands on your hips and your bodies drew closer to one another, you slowly snaked your hands up his arms before they landed on his shoulders, feeling his muscles tighten under your fingertips before relaxing into your touch. your faces were inches from each other and neither one of you could take your eyes away from the other. your bodies recklessly swayed to the loud music, losing yourselves along the way. you could feel his chest raise up and down along with yours. his hands sliding up and down your torso from time to time, feeling all the curves of your body to the upbeat song playing while the vibrations ran up both your bodies. at some point, both you guys stopped moving. the rest of the world around you guys seemed to continue on while you guys were completely frozen in time, a rush of emotions running wild between your burning bodies. you were just two souls standing in a middle of a dance floor, both of your chest heaving up and down on beat with one another. your eyes bore into one another in some kind of game of who would break first. oh how bad you wanted to taste his lips right then and there, but this didn’t seem like the time or place.

“i-i” you tried to catch your breath. “i think i’m ready for that drink now” you whispered and let your forehead meet his, your breath tickling against his lips while he ran his tongue between them to try and moisturize them.

he broke into a sweet smile while running his hands up yours arms that laid on his shoulders and grabbing your interlaced hands around his neck into his and giving them a gentle squeeze. “of course. come on.” he pulled you close behind him and led you through the crowd of people into the kitchen once again.

he poured drinks into two cups for the both of you before handing one to you with a grin. you took it from him and downed the contents in it in record time, trying to cool down your heating body.

mark looked at you with wide eyes before letting a laugh out followed by a small smirk.

“not a big drinker huh? you’re showing severe alcoholism right now y/n.” he took a long swing on his drink.

“me? an alcoholic? never. now pour me another one” you both laughed as he poured more alcohol into your cup, but only filling it less than half way to make sure you pace yourself. he still wanted to take you home in one piece; preferably sober.

“it’s probably gonna take me a solid hour to just finish this one cup while you drank yours before i could even blink. you sure about not being an alcoholic?” he joked while stepping closer to you.

“oh please, it’s just juice mixed with some kind of vodka. i’ll be fine.” you took another sip and shoved his shoulder playfully.

“hey! not all of us are heavy drinkers like you. i’m a lightweight and proud.” he gave you his best proud smile and took another long sip of his drink. by the way you guys were constantly taking drinks from your cups, you both were definitely leaving here at least a bit tipsy.

“let’s head back outside, it’s getting stuffy in here and i need some air.” you said as he nodded and followed behind you. your thoughts were still so clouded about the events that just happened a few minutes ago. holy shit, you guys basically eye fucked each other right there on the dance floor without even having a first kiss. it’s not like you were complaining, it was just a very intimate moment. the mark that was grinding up against your body back there was not the same mark that sat next to you everyday with sunscreen smeared on his cheek, having you wipe it off for him and making him blush. you basically turned into putty in his hands back there, and he didn’t seem to mind either.

so deep in thought, you didn’t see a now very drunk hyuck coming towards you, and before you could snap back into reality, his body had crashed into you. the drink in your hand now spilling all over the front of your shirt. you heard a bunch of “oohs” around the room while everyone turned to stare at the scene in front of them.

“y/n! holy sh-. are you okay? oh my gosh your shirt. fuck fuck, did i just ruin your night?” hyuck took in noticed what had just happened while he tried to rub some of the stains from your shirt, only making it worse.

“hey, don’t worry about it. it’s just a shirt.” you shrugged it off with a wave of your hand. mark was behind you while he examined the mess and winced. “you can probably get it out with some water, don’t worry” he nodded his head.

“y/n i’m so sorry. i told you i wouldn’t let this night go wrong.” hyuck reaches for you between slurred words and stumbled towards you but you managed to catch him before he fell to the floor.

“dude, i told you. don’t worry about it, it’s fine. you on the other hand are drunk as fuck.” you grabbed him by his waist before he could make more of a mess.

“we should probably get him upstairs to his bedroom” mark said while he took some of hyucks weight off of you, you nodded and you both made your way to the stairs where mark picked up donghyuck and carried him to his bedroom.

you three stumbled into his room while mark set him on his bed, you ran into the bathroom to get the garbage can and put it next to him on the floor.

“i should probably get the rest of the guys and start getting people out of here.” mark said while he walked towards the door, you agreed while you took off hyucks shoes and threw them somewhere in his room.

“alright, i’ll stay here and watch him for a while.” he nodded and closed the door behind him. you sat next to hyuck while half of his body hung off the bed as he slowly breathed in and out. few seconds pass by before he speaks up.

“i’m sorry.” hyuck mumbles into his pillow while his eyes slowly open, just to close 2 seconds later.

“it’s fine dude, you didn’t do anything wrong.” you patted his back in reassurance.

“nooo, i-i told yo-you, that i would make this night go smoo-smoothly” he began to fake cry with flushed cheeks only making you giggle.

“don’t stress it, it went way better than i expected i promise. i won’t go into details since you’ll probably forget by morning but-” you paused, “thank you for trying hyuckie” you continued to pat his back in comfort until soft snores began to leave his lips.

a few minutes after you made sure he was positioned comfortably, you walked into the bathroom to look at yourself. your hair was sticking out on all places while most of your makeup had either smudged or faded off your face. so much for trying to look nice. you looked down towards your shirt and noticed a big red/gold mixed stain decorating the front and you sighed.

“i loved this shirt” you whispered as you grabbed a towel, wetting it under the faucet and trying to dab off the stain.

“i know right, i loved it too” mark walked in behind you and smiled at you through the mirror. he walked until he stood next to you, leaning up against the counter while you continued to try and get the stain out.

“sorry this night wasn’t up to your expectations.” you shaked your head in disappointment. mark grabbed the towel from your hands as he stepped closer towards you, grabbing the hem of your shirt and pulled you towards him, making you stand between his parted legs. he held the shirt towards him while he rubbed on the stain more sufficiently than you probably were.

“are you kidding? i had one of the best nights of my life tonight. i partied with friends, had a couple of drinks, and hung out all night with the most beautiful girl. don’t even mention how we were killing it out on that dance floor.” you let out an ugly snort and glanced up at his face. your eyes met for a brief second and you were back to that little world you guys continued to escape to throughout the night.

“mark-“

“shh, just. just don’t say anything right now.” he came closer towards your body. he glanced down to your lips before his eyes shot up towards yours once again, asking for permission. you beat him to it when you leaned in and your lips recklessly crashed into his.

you know that moment in movies when two people kiss and fireworks suddenly start going off. well it was like that when you kissed mark, only with those fireworks going off inside your fluttering stomach and having your mind race 1000 mph.

you lips moved against each other in a drunken, reckless way, but it was still passionate. you don’t know who started it, but soon your felt your tongues fight for playful dominance. your arms snaked around his neck while you bring him down more towards you to get better access to his lips. his hands immediately went up to your hips, guiding you to lean up against the counter while his hands explored more of your body and slowly leading themselves down south. you teased him by biting his lip a few times, making him groan against your lips and give your hips a quick squeeze.

you both were so caught up in the moment you didn’t hear someone enter the room after a few minutes.

“yo- oh god. really?! while hyuck is passed out?!” renjun yelled at you guys once he noticed what shenanigans you two were up too. you and mark immediately let go of each other and turned around with wide eyes

“sorry, dude. uh what’s up?” mark nervously scratched the back of his neck while looking at his feet. you on the other hand were a bunch of shy smiles and trying your best to avoid eye contact with either one of the boys.

“everyone left and we managed to clean the downstairs. hyucks parents probably won’t be back until the weekend, and he seems like he probably won’t wake up until tomorrow-” renjun looked down at donghyucks sprawled out body on is bed before he continued, “-so me and jeno are staying over to keep an eye on him overnight, so you guys are good to go if you want.” he smirked at the both of you while he made his way towards the door, closing it behind him. you and mark stood there in silence for a few seconds before he turned around and faced you again

“lemme take you home.” mark smiled. you noticed how pink and swollen his lips were and that only made you break into a big smirk, soon realizing your lips probably looked no different from his.

“yeah sure.” you nodded and he began to walk out of the bathroom before you grabbed his hands, making him quickly turn around before you crashed your lips onto his for a few more seconds before parting with a loud smack.

“now let’s go.” you both walked out hand in hand and descended down the stairs, waving goodbye to jeno and renjun on your way out.

the ride back to your house was silent. but comfortable silence. you both were pretty tired considering it was almost 2 in the morning, thank god your parents were out of town for the weekend.

you and mark were holding hands the entire time on the way to your house while some slow r&b song played from the radio. from time to time mark would give your hand a squeeze to make sure you were still there, you would turn to him and smile before squeezing his hand back and rubbing small circles on the back of it which would make him slightly blush and hide a shy smile.

once you arrived at your house, he walked you all the way up to your porch and stopped right in front of the door. you turned towards him before he embraced you in a tight hug, burring his head in the crook of your neck and your hair.

“did you have fun?” he asked once he pulled away from your neck but still holding you in his arms.

“i had the best night. thank you mark.” you played with the ends of his hair behind his neck and he smiled down at you.

“it was my pleasure. plus, it’s only nice to return the favor. you gave me the best night so i had to do the same. well, besides a drink getting spilled on you.” he looked down between your bodies to see the dried up beverage on your shirt but you just laughed it off.

“that was probably the highlight of the night.” you guys giggled and continued to stare at each other.

“i should probably head home. it’s getting pretty late.” he finally unwrapped his arms from around you and took a couple of steps back, stuffing his hands inside of his jean pockets.

“yeah definitely, birds will start chirping soon. so, see you at work on monday?” you tilted your head to the side and gave him a goofy grin which he only returned with a goofier one.

“yeah, i wouldn’t miss it.” he began to walk back towards his car, before he stopped in his steps and ran back towards you to crash his lips into yours in a passionate kiss.

“i’m taking you out on a real date soon. y’know, one where our drunk friend doesn’t spill a drink on you and we make out in his bathroom while he’s passed out” he giggled before separating and walking backwards toward his car again. you only smiled and watched him.

“i would really love that.” you watch him round the corner of his car.

“hey mark?” you yelled once you saw him open the door to it. at this point you didn’t care how late it was and who was sleeping, you’ve never told him about your feelings all night and this seemed like the perfect time to do it.

“yeah?”

“i really, really like you.” you stared at him until you saw him break into that beautiful smile you loved so much.

“hey y/n?” he yelled back at you.

“yeah?” you smirked.

“i really, really, REALLY like you too.” you heard him say before he laughed and got into his car, waving at you before driving away.

you only smiled before opening your door and heading inside to get into bed. making a quick mental note to thank hyuck for making it one of the best nights ever.

a/n: i’m not good at endings and it shows. btw i wrote the whole dancing scene after watching that one episode of vampire diaries where damon and elena were dancing in that halloween party hehe. just thought i should share.

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charlieweasleyy · 3 years

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THE ONE WHERE WE ARE COMFORTABLE

WTN WEEK 2021 → day seven (episode seven) Hiiii friends so I decided to talk about things that bring me comfort and for me the thing that brings me the biggest comfort is the friends I've made on this board. I spend my time talking to these four basically allllll day long. If you can guess by the graphic above on who is who, but they have become some of my best friends so *drum roll* please and let me tell you about the people i consider to be my f.r.i.e.n.d.s.

MY LOBSTER Apparently, I am someone who when they find someone they mate for life. When I latched onto Elle I latched on and didn't (lol won't) let go. Like when I say she is my person I mean it with every fiber of my being. She is the soulmate. My wife. My lobster. She is like that perfect pair of sweatpants that you know are dependable and can count on and you don't want to let go of. She's like the television show that you need to put on because you've had a bad day. She's the first person I call when disaster happens. When I am having a bad day she is the first person I want to talk to and 10/10 she can say something to make it better.

We laugh until we cry and she likes to yell at me... but 9/10 I do deserve it. So, it is valid. If you see me flirting with her on the server (no you didn't) it's mostly because I can't help myself. So... just divert your eyes. It's very cliche to say that your life has changed after meeting someone, but that's what it has done. I am a better person for her, I'm more mindful, more open, and I don't think there isn't a person on this board who wouldn't say that Elle hasn't changed them for the better. It is who she is. She leaves you with something to think about, she challenges you. She pushes you. She has a heart for those who are misrepresented and misunderstood. I swear if Elle had her own talk show I'd listen to it every day. The girl is *passionate* and that is one thing I can't help but love about her. She is passionate about diversity, about the people on this board, I have watched her struggle with some hard decisions this year and how it has affected her mentally, but she also rises from the ashes because she has to. I have watched her countless times put this site above her own needs. I have watched her struggle. I have watched her doubt (herself and her future) and I have watched her wonder if she is doing the right thing. I have watched her feel remorse and pain and I'm telling you if you do not think Elle cares about WTN and everyone on this board then you've not seen her struggle the way that I've seen her struggle. It's probably why I'm so damn protective of her, but I don't regret a single second of it.

Okay, I've spent this whole time talking about how great Elle is but I've not spoken about the writing. I've run out of room... her writing is amazing, she is the one person I can respond to no matter what day I'm having and no matter what ship it is. I love all of our threads and I'm always so happy and excited to see an elle reply in my alerts waiting to be read and responded to! I find it hard to wrap them because they are just so good! If I have a day where I don't feel like doing replies good chance I'll still pull up an Elle reply because it normally makes my day better 99.99999% of the time. The .1% doesn't exist, but it's including the slight possibility of error and the fact Elle will have something to refute that claim with.

THE GIRL I'D MOVE FURNITURE WITH I don't think there is anyone else I want around my side to do some of the heavy lifting and I don't mean that in the physical sense, but in the writing sense and the mental sense too (tho I don't need to see Kae in real life to know that she's strong). You know that saying about people who struggle in silence. I think that describes Kae because sometimes it's like using a crowbar in getting her to open up and to TALK. It is one of the most frustrating things. It's kind of like a treasure box when you have the box sitting right in front of you and it is impossible to open. Okay, half the battle was finding it. You have the map in front of you and when you finally find it, it is STILL locked. That's Kae. It was quite the struggle in getting her to be open to more plots like I knew where to find and how to find her, but actually getting to Kae felt impossible even though I had all of the directions in front of me. But once you put in the time and effort to get to know her.... like *really* know her, it's like discovering treasure. Not only is she one of the most dependable writers (like I said she will carry the heavyweight in all of her threads), but she is one of the best writers! I love reading her threads even if I'm not in them, they always leave me on the edge of my seat and that characterization *chef's kiss*. MAKES JOKES WITH BC HUMOR IS BAE Oh you know the one who tells the jokes when they are uncomfortable. It is a friends reference and the only one I could think of when I thought of Aria. She makes me laugh. She probably makes me laugh more than anyone especially during WTNWeek because of these videos. When I say read something in an Aria voice I mean it! She isn't really that awkward!! But I'm sure she'll say differently so YOLO. Aria doesn't know a stranger, she pops into your DMs and suddenly it's like you have known her all of your life. We have not known one another as long as I have known Kae and Elle, but she fits in so well. Her writing is beautiful and I love how she is in my DMs daily with inspiration for our ships. I started out with zero Aria ship and Aria made two new characters just to have ships with me and I love her for that. I can gush about how amazing she is because she is one of those people who will provide you comfort. If she knows you are having a bad day, she will send you something to make you smile and she'll remind you that she loves you. And I can't even tell you how having those videos during WTNWeek has made my days a little bit better! If I'm feeling frustrated or sad I just turn one on and it has made my day ten times better. It's funny how she is young, but she is kind of my teacher. She sends me videos to help me when I don't understand something and I am SORRY Aria because you've had to send a lot of videos lately, but I don't think the staff could have made a better decision in asking Aria to hop on board. She is always so helpful and the thing is -- she *wants* to help. She wants to pitch in. She always puts her best foot forward and I love that. And cand we talk about those posting and organization skills #swoooon MY SMELLY CAT In reality I am probably singing this song to Jasmine, but I feel like you'd join in sooo here we go. I wanna preface and say I am not calling Bela a smelly cat! But she speaks in references I don't understand sometimes and sometimes she talks about these weird noises she makes so I think this description is perfect for her. Bela came into WTN and I normally have trust issues BUT I trusted my gut and Prudy is one of my favorite characters on the board. We have been trying to get her cousin on board for as long as I can remember. Prudy deserves all of the good things so I really wanted Bela to stay on board. I threw her practically everything I could think of and I am so glad I did because it has allowed us to get close over the years.

Bela and I have created some fun dynamics over the years between readie being the superior of them all, but we also created dynamics that I never expected to create like Manny, Sieun, and Dylya. They have come to be some of my FAVORITE pairings. It's kinda funny we often joke about how we only have one ship on the board, but it feel like we have a billion. Bela always enjoys sending me music, it's like when she knows I need some writing music, and that's part of the ways she fits into my comfort. Bela is a listener. She listens and she is one of those people who are easy to talk to. I enjoy sharing headcanons and future headcanons and character ideas that we won't create but would like to! I like that she is open and she is honest with me - if she is having a bad day then she'll let me know. But I also think we've talked so much that I can just tell.We are comfortable with one another and I absolutely LOVE it.

I know confetti has been going on for a while, but there are not many people you write with and write WELL with but I have found multiple people I LOVE writing with and I absolutely LOVE talking to. I have found my person (lol more like loml), my partner-in-crime (like if I'm going to go to jail I need her in my corner), my cheerleader (and child), and my ship in the night (lol, we gotta be on at the right time and at the right time to talk).

#wtnweek #wtnrp #my people

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softeddiek · 4 years

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Jess @starkyards and I need more robin x nancy fic in our lives so i took it upon myself to contribute some. this is me dipping my toes into writing them lol, hopefully it isn’t too terrible

Five Times Robin Tried to Talk to Nancy (and the one time she did)

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Moving to Hawkins, Indiana has to be the least exciting event of Robin’s life, even at just nine years old. The town is boring, the school is small, and all of the kids in her class stare at her with that weird, wide-eyed fascination that’s afforded to new kids all over the country on their first day. Robin doesn’t like the attention and she certainly doesn’t like any of the small-town kids that had promptly decided she wasn’t worth knowing after one conversation. Her mother tells her that maybe she’ll make friends in other classes or through after-school activities, but she isn’t too sure she wants to know anybody in Hawkins.

That is, until the second day. Because on the second day, Nancy Wheeler shows up to class. From what Robin heard the two kids seated next to her saying, Nancy’s family vacation to Florida had wrapped up late, and her mom had let her take the first day off. Robin isn’t sure this Nancy Wheeler is as lucky as her fellow fourth graders think—what’s so great about Florida?

Before Robin gives into the prodding she’s sure her mother would have given her to just try making friends one last time, she decides to observe Nancy Wheeler in class. Just to see if she’s worth knowing.

And she finds that Nancy is, well, kind of cool. Sure, she has her hair in two perfect braids with bows and an outfit that looks straight out of a J. Crew catalog—a marked difference from Robin’s choppy bob and jeans with two little holes in the knees from when she’d fallen off her bike—but she also seems friendly enough. She answers the teacher’s questions but doesn’t seem like a teacher’s pet; she shared her goldfish with another kid in class that didn’t have anything for snack time; and best of all, Nancy seems to like everyone in class without having a best friend in class. Maybe that could be Robin.

So, when recess rolls around, Robin begins striding up to Nancy, who’s taken up residence on a swing. Just when she’s stepped onto the faded mulch covering the floor of the playground, a girl’s voice calls out behind her.

“Nancy!”

Nancy brings her swing to a stop, mouth widening into a grin, before she hops off and runs right past Robin.

Later, Robin would find out that the red-headed girl Nancy ran so enthusiastically over to was Barbara Holland. Nancy’s best friend.

Robin quickly decides Nancy probably isn’t looking for a second one.

ii.

Robin’s mom is late in picking her up from band practice. She’s taken to sitting on the curb, watching as everyone else gets picked up by their parents, shrugging off their offers for a ride home because her mom is coming, she’s probably just caught up at work, okay?

She decides to take out her Algebra II homework and work on it while she waits. Math isn’t Robin’s strong suit. She’d nearly had to retake Algebra I last summer but had just scraped by with a passing grade last minute. Her mom likes to lecture her about how she’s plenty smart so it must be because she doesn’t study enough. But to Robin, she’s just bad at math; just like the sky is blue, just like Rumours is still the best Fleetwood Mac album, and just like Hawkins is still stuck in the ‘50s.

She’s so caught up in trying to make sense of her homework (who decided that more letters needed to be added to math?) that she doesn’t realize someone else has joined her on the curb until a delicate little sneeze startles her. Looking over, she sees Nancy Wheeler sitting a few yards down from her, eyes focused on an open book in her hand. Robin blinks at her a few times, head snapping back to her homework sheet when Nancy must feel eyes on her and seek out Robin’s own.

Robin feels her pulse pick up erratically, her hands clammy as they grip onto the worksheet in between them, crinkling the pages a bit. Calm down, she tells herself. Nancy Wheeler is harmless, she’s not going to say anything to you.

To say middle school had been rough for Robin would be an understatement. From what her mom liked to say to console her, middle school was hard for everyone—what with puberty and all of those other awkward adolescent moments everyone was starting to go through. So, Robin had sucked it up when classmates had called her a nerd for spending time learning new languages, and geek for joining band, and dy—

But Nancy Wheeler doesn’t say those things. She doesn’t think she’s ever seen Nancy make fun of someone. She just sort of keeps to herself and does her schoolwork and hangs out with Barbara Holland. Or that’s what it looks like to Robin, at least. It’s not like she’s spending large amounts of time around Nancy Wheeler to really know.

Maybe it’s the thought of Nancy Wheeler finishing her test early and pulling out a book in their shared science class, or of Nancy, small, secretive smile on her face after receiving the award for perfect attendance at their sixth grade awards ceremony last year, or even the image of Nancy right now, sitting just down the curb from her, reading her book as she waits for her mom to pick her up (maybe it’s all of these thoughts) that has Robin turning to look at her again, lips parting to speak.

(Maybe to say hi or maybe to ask for help with her homework or maybe to ask her something like if she had heard that new song by Supertramp.)

But all that comes out is an embarrassing choked sound, Robin’s head too caught up in what to say and how to say it. And now Nancy is looking at her, eyes curious and questioning, delicate hands still holding open her book.

Robin clears her throat, determined to say something, anything. “Do you—” she gets out, only to stop at the sound of a car pulling up. Her mom.

In all of Robin’s twelve years of life she doesn’t think she’s ever felt so rooted to the spot. Does she finish her sentence (whatever it was going to be)? Does she forget about it and make a beeline for her mom’s car? She looks between the two, her mom’s red hatchback and Nancy’s furrowed brow.

The decision is made for her when her mom honks the horn, looking out the window at Robin with a questioning look. Robin jumps to her feet, worksheet still clutched tightly in her hand, grabs her bag off the ground, and takes quick strides over to the car before scrambling inside.

Blood is rushing in her ears, rendering them barely able to comprehend sound as her mom leans over and out the window, asking Nancy Wheeler if she needs a ride home.

Nancy must say no just as Robin had because soon they’re pulling out from the school and Nancy is becoming a smaller and smaller speck in the rearview mirror that Robin’s eyes keep traitorously glancing at.

“Friend from school?” her mom asks when they’re stopped at a light.

“No.”

iii.

The facts: Robin is fourteen and just one more semester away from high school and she likes girls. The first two are obvious facts, the third one hopefully less so.

Being gay in Hawkins, Indiana is decidedly not great, but Robin likes to think she’s done a good job at keeping it to herself. Sure, the occasional slur is still thrown after her in the hallways by fourteen-year-old douchebags who probably don’t know the difference between Neil Diamond and Neil Young. But those seem mostly provoked by the fact that she’s in band and has short hair and less so because they too had finally realized that she really wants to kiss girls.

She feels almost vindicated by her success when her mom asks if any boys from school have asked her to the Snow Ball.

Almost, because when she says no her mom insists that she go anyway just to have fun and she is not taking no for an answer.

So that’s how Robin Buckley, Hawkins, Indiana’s very own 14-year-old closeted lesbian, ended up here, in a middle school gym, sipping overly sugared punch as she listens to her fellow band kids talk about the upcoming Christmas concert.

The decorations around the gym are nice enough, in a Carrie-at-prom way, what with the balloons and glittering lights and all of that tinsel.

Much to her chagrin, after sipping discontentedly at her third cup of punch, her friends from band get her to dance. It’s a mess of limbs as they move along to the Electric Slide and other line dances and Robin’s a bit put-out to find that she’s actually having fun, so much so that she even agrees to dance with Keith to a slow song (and if she has to deal with his vastly misplaced crush on her all the way into their first semester of ninth grade, well, at least there’s one more person in Hawkins that believes she’s straight).

It’s nearing the end of the night and Robin’s mom is going to be picking her up soon, so she stops dancing, slips her shoes back on, and plops down at the table she and her friends had claimed for the night. Her breath is coming out in heavy puffs (band is a lot more athletic than one would think, but it’s not like she’s a star athlete, okay?) and her hair feels stringy with sweat but there’s a smile plastered on her face that seems like it will never leave.

She takes in the rest of the room; the teachers lurking in corners, repeatedly checking their watches; her bandmates still out on the floor; the balloons in the corner, already beginning to deflate. She guesses her mom making her go to this wasn’t so bad, but it’ll take a lot of prodding for her to actually admit that.

She looks around at the rest of the tables, watching her classmates as they too prepare to leave, when she spots Nancy Wheeler standing by a chair a few tables away. Robin hadn’t seen her all night—not that she’d been looking for her—but now that she has she can’t look away. She’s in a light blue dress with sequins along the straps that shimmer under the cheesy technicolor lights bouncing around the room. Her hair is curled, two barrettes on either side that match the shade of her dress, with stray strands clinging to her neck.

Robin’s throat feels dry all of a sudden. She looks around the table for her cup of punch, coming up short at all of the half empty ones littering the table. She looks back at Nancy, thirst forgotten as she watches the way her body sways halfheartedly to the music, serene smile on her face.

It hits her suddenly. Nancy Wheeler is cute. Really cute.

The heat must be getting to her or maybe there was something besides sugar in the punch because Robin is standing up suddenly, tripping over her own feet as she makes her way over to Nancy.

And suddenly, harsh light is hitting Robin, causing her to squint, right hand coming up to cover her now burning eyes.

The music is stopping, and people are filing out, back into the brisk night air, laughter on their lips and feet aching and Robin is just standing there, watching Nancy Wheeler’s retreating form.

Robin spends the rest of eight grade spurning Keith’s advances and getting tutored in math after school. She doesn’t have time to think about how cute Nancy Wheeler looked at the Snow Ball or how adorable she looks after returning from winter break, all bundled up in a plaid coat and matching scarf, beanie pulled over her head—so she doesn’t.

iv.

Fall of 1983 is turning out to be a tense time for Hawkins. First Jonathan Byers’ little brother went missing and now Barbara Holland. Barbara who was in Robin’s world geography class; who lent pencils out to people that asked and who raised her hand to answer questions like, “What led to the fall of the Byzantine Empire?”

Barbara Holland with her red hair and big glasses and quiet demeanor. Nancy Wheeler’s best friend Barbara Holland.

Robin figures Nancy is getting plenty of support from Steve Harrington. Mr. Popular and Miss. Priss were “that” couple now. Why would perfect Nancy Wheeler need support from anyone else—and from Robin no less? No, Nancy Wheeler is probably handling things just fine.

But when Robin is excused to use the restroom in her fourth period Spanish class and hears sobs coming from the only occupied stall, she isn’t so sure of that.

A quick glance under the stall door presents a pristine pair of white Keds that she knows belong to Nancy Wheeler (and if asked how she knows that Robin would remain tightlipped).

She debates saying something, but only for a second. Because what would she even say? “Hey, I know you’re trying to cry in the privacy of your bathroom stall over your missing and possibly dead best friend, but want to talk about it? With me, a girl you’ve never spoken a word to before?”

No, that would be dumb.

Instead, Robin makes sure her footsteps are extra heavy as she makes her way to her own stall, lock clanging noisily as she closes the door.

The sobs become muffled sniffles until she’s on her way out of the bathroom.

The summer of 1985 starts out something like this: Robin gets a job at Scoops Ahoy! because she needs the money and also a way to occupy herself. It then somehow turns into her befriending Steve Harrington and getting wrapped up in decoding a secret message by Russians and then she’s being drugged and then she’s puking and then spilling her guts to Steve Harrington and suddenly her secret is out.

Out and bouncing around the tile floor of the Starcourt Mall bathroom. And it doesn’t matter, not to Steve. Or at least, not in the way she thought it would (the way that’s full of disgusted looks and jagged words and telling more people). There’s a bruised ego, perhaps but he had joked around about Tammy Thompson with her and moved on like nothing had changed. (And if she purposely mentions Nancy Wheeler’s name with frustration rather than the weird reverence she’s felt inside of herself over the girl since the fourth grade then Steve doesn’t need to know that.)

But then all of that doesn’t seem to matter because the Russians are back and after her and Steve and Dustin and Erica and she’s scared shitless—but that’s nothing compared to when the monster shows up.

And somehow, somewhere in there she manages to introduce herself to Nancy Wheeler. The first words she’s ever said to the girl and they end up being a stuttering, nervous introduction. That would be her luck.

(The feeling she gets when she sees Nancy is shaken but alive and safe and strong also scares her shitless.)

The air is stifling hot, even inside the video store. The rattling noise coming from the oscillating fan behind the register is the only sound inside the otherwise empty store.

It’s a typical slow Monday afternoon at the end of summer and Robin’s working alone. Steve has the day off and Keith left about an hour ago to do some “store business” which basically meant screw around at the arcade on company time. Robin doesn’t mind all that much. She’s casually sprawled out on the counter reading and she’s getting paid for it. It’s a win-win.

But then the bell on the door rings.

She drops her book, propels herself off the counter and stands up, quickly fixing her t-shirt before turning around to spot who’s entered the store.

What she’s met with is a very nervous looking Nancy Wheeler.

“Hi,” Nancy says, unusually timid for a girl who Robin had seen fight a monster just a few weeks ago. “Robin, right?”

Robin just blinks at her, left hand trying to pinch her right arm as discreetly as possible.

Ouch. Okay, not a dream.

“Yep, that’s me. And you’re Nancy?” she asks, already feeling incredibly stupid at the façade she’s putting on. Of course she knows who Nancy is. But Nancy doesn’t need to know that.

“Yeah.” Nancy stares at her for a moment, teeth worrying her bottom lip before, “Is Steve around?”

Robin tries not to visibly deflate. “You’re looking for Steve?”

Nancy nods. “He works here, right?”

Robin nods brusquely in response. “Yeah. But he has today off.”

“Oh,” is all she says, hands picking nervously at themselves as she glances around the store, taking in the shelves of movies and cardboard cutouts that Robin and Steve had arranged.

“Did you want me to pass along a message?” she offers.

Nancy startles, as if she’d forgotten anyone else was even in the store with her. She shakes her head, curls bouncing with the motion. “No, no thanks.”

Robin nods, already steeling herself for the image of Nancy Wheeler walking out of the store. Only Nancy doesn’t.

Instead, she fixes Robin with a stare, her eyes squinting in thought. Robin’s pulse is thrumming, her hands slick with sweat and she’s suddenly transported back to the seventh grade, waiting for her mom after band practice, nervous under Nancy’s eyes.

“Are you okay Robin?”

Oh God, she thinks. This is it. This is the moment it all clicks for Nancy—the stares, the stuttering, Robin’s shifty eyes.

“Why wouldn’t I be?” she manages to get out.

Nancy’s eyes soften. “I mean, I wasn’t, the first time. Especially because of Barb. It helps, having someone to talk to. But I’m sure you and Steve…talk a lot,” her voice raises at the end, almost in question.

And then it clicks for Robin. Nancy was asking how she was doing after that night.

“Oh. That. Yeah, I’m uh,” she pauses. “Steve’s been a big help. It’s mainly at night that I…,” she trails off, uncertain of whether she wants to admit to the nightmares. Waking up in a cold sweat, phantom pain lingering in her neck from remembering the needle as it had been pushed into her skin.

“That’s how it’s always been for me too. It’s great talking to Jonathan but since he moved it’s been pretty difficult. That’s why I came to talk to Steve. Because he’s been through it all too. Not for—not for other reasons,” she tacks on at the end, her words hurried.

“I didn’t think it was for other reasons,” Robin shrugs.

Nancy sends her a small smile in reply.

They both just stand there for what’s likely less than a minute but feels like ages to Robin, their eyes locked on each other.

Just as Nancy looks prepared to say something, likely a goodbye, Robin blurts out, “Movies help.”

“Yeah?”

“I mean, for me at least. Steve and I must have tried watching a million different genres until we found a few things that helped distract us.”

Nancy hums. “Got any recommendations?”

“Yeah, I,” Robin falters, unable to believe what’s happening. “I do, um, here I’ll show you a few of my favorites.”

Nancy follows Robin over to the shelves, taking in the different films Robin points out, occasionally picking up a few to skim the back cover. Robin feels this mixture of excitement and nerves that she never wants to end, fueling her as they discuss each one.

And when Nancy is saying goodbye, a few movies now in her arms, and she asks to exchange numbers, “If you ever just want to talk,” Robin nearly combusts.

#ronance #ronancy #robin x nancy #nancy x robin #my fic

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Authors note: lmao I was supposed to post this basically years ago :/ (more like a month ago) but I got so self conscious about it and wasn't going to finish it... so before I regret posting this lol just know I had fun writing and there are probably grammar mistakes. I truly don’t know if this is going to be a chaptered thing but enjoy anyway! If you have any questions please let me know! and if you wanna be tagged for some reason let me know(?)

words: 3861

pairings: Eventual prinxiety, eventual logicality, Platonic demus

summary: Virgil wakes up in washington heights, the place where he's lived as long as he can remember. He goes through his usual day and we see a glimpse into his mind.

warnings: A lot of Spanglish (mix in between Spanish and English) is used, let me know if I missed anything

“ Lights up on Washington Heights”

Up at the break of day ”

Virgil woke up a tad bit late, which mind you was something very rare, still on time to open the bodega though he was almost always the first one up anyway. Watching the Barrio wake up after he was wide awake and ready to start his day, it made him feel like he was seeing the world from an outsider perspective but for once being the outsider was something good.

“ I wake up and I got this little punk I gotta chase away ”

He walked towards the bodega, one of the few things he still had from his parents and- Wait is that Remus? wait wait wait- is he about to spray paint the bodega?! His internal monologue was rudely interrupted, He bolted towards Remus, “what are the fuck are you doing?!” Remus wasn't a genius, but he could definitely tell that Virgil was pissed and he decide his best option was to run off to god knows where, he was a little worried that Virgil would run after him, but he still tried to look calm while leaving but was definitely failing miserably.

“ Pop the grate at the crack of dawn ”

Virgil knew how Remus was, he and Dee hung out a lot, (if it were up to Virgil he most definitely would not be, but he can’t monitor Dee all the time) But he never thought Remus would ever dare try to spray paint the bodega! “I guess you can’t trust people” he said under his breath while pulling up the metal grate covering his corner store.

“ Sing while I wipe down the awning

Hey y'all good morning ”

Virgil saw the piraguero, Emile, and had a short conversation with him. “Ice cold piragua. Parcha, china, cherry, strawberry, and just for today I got Mamey!” Emile said, he said it every morning so Virgil had most of it memorized by then and mouthed the words as he said them, “Oye piraguero Como esta? " Virgil asked, he didn't personally like small talk, but there was a few exceptions, “Como siempre señor Virgilio!” Emile winked. Virgil didn't hate his name or anything, his parents gave it to him and it had a story behind it, he just liked its “translation” into English a little better, when he was a kid, a few of his classmates had issues saying his name, and he didn't really like that, so he decided to use the name one of his teachers called him. He entered the store relaxed and involuntarily continued his internal monologue. Virgil enjoyed singing...when he was alone in the bodega...at an ungodly hour... before everyone was awake and bustling through the door, before anyone could judge him really, but deep down he knew nobody here would ever do that, everyone around him either saw him growing up or grew up with him, but anxiety won't stop pestering will it?

“ I am Usnavi and you prob'ly never heard my name

Reports of my fame are greatly exaggerated

Exacerbated by the fact that my syntax is highly complicated cause

I emigrated from the single greatest little place in the Caribbean

Dominican-

Republic ”

It didn't matter that Virgil was from this small tropical island in the Caribbean he still probably was the palest person in the barrio, and you couldn't really blame him, he was always working, trying to make ends meet, so he almost never went out, plus he moved to the barrio when he was a child, so he never got to really experience that Dominican heat, and those stunning sun beams crashing over one's skin through the palm trees while feeling the sand as he walked through one of its many beaches- anyway...he’s always lived in the barrio so, it’s not like he doesn’t have his culture with him, since there are other Latinos all around him, but he wants to one day experience all these things and not just day dream about experiencing his country with the only reference of that majestic place being stories Abuela had told him.

“ I love it

Jesus, I'm jealous of it

And beyond that

Ever since my folks passed on I haven't gone back

Goddamn,

I gotta get home then ”

In case you hadn’t noticed, Virgil Loved his country and culture very dearly, and he took pride in it, sometimes when Abuela Carmen told him stories about his home country, he got a weird feeling, He was most definitely grateful that Abuela took her time to tell him in detail all these stories, so he could imagine what living there must be like, but he couldn’t put a finger on what this feeling was, jealousy? Maybe. Longing? Probably. Resentment? Possibly. Desire? Who knows. He wasn’t sure, the only thing he knew for a fact was that this feeling made him wonder what would have happened if his parent just stayed in the sunny bliss that is his country, and having such a thought made him feel guilty so, he tried not to dawn it for too long, and told himself that one day he would have enough money to go and live there for the rest of his days (a few years maybe? No, he wanted this) and experience his country...but he could also come back settle down, help Dee, so he can fend for himself, and maybe start dating, he could always try to ask R-

“ I'm gonna test ya later

I'm getting tested times are tough on this bodega

Two months ago somebody bought Ortega's Our

Neighbors started packin' up and pickin' up

And ever since the rent's went up

It's gotten mad expensive

But we live with just enough”

He had to cut that train of thought quickly, he couldn't be day dreaming about impossible scenarios when rush hour was coming, and everyone would be awake heading for work and would pass through his bodega and get his world- well barrio famous café con leche, but he had no idea what he would do today since the fridge decided to stop working, and he had started to panic a little, thank god for Abuela because he would have gone into full panic mode if it weren’t for her walking in, “Mijo what's wrong? You look stressed.” she always knew when something was wrong, “Ay, abuela my fridge broke... I got café but no con leche” he tried not to sound too disheartened and worried as not to raise any worry, “try mother’s old recipe, one can of condensed milk!” that was all she had to say, and he was instantly calmer, but it wouldn’t be Abuela if she didn’t end it with “Paciencia Y Fe!” she said it as she exited the store. She may not be his real grandma, but he certainly loved her as if she was his grandmother, hell mother even! She practically raised him for god’s sake!

“ In the heights

I can't survive without café

I serve café

Cuz tonight seems like a million years away!

En Washington—”

Then and there the barrio came alive in a matter of milliseconds and everyone was rushing through the streets, and the cars were honking, and everything lit up as if from a scene in a movie. He liked how he always knew who to expect at what time, it was comforting to have routine, and he guessed other people agreed with him because they were always on time, First up was the Rosario’s, they run the cab company down the street, Even, so they struggle in the barrio, their son Patton is off to college and tuition is ridiculously expensive so, everything they get is mad cheap. Virgil always knew everyone's usual, and the Rosario’s were no exception, “Good Morning virgiiiiiil” Larry’s singsong voice sliced through his thoughts, he automatically started gathering his usual,“Pan caliente, Café con leche” he said as he put the items in the counter, “put twenty dollars on today’s lottery” Larry said with a smile on his face, before Virgil could do anything Dot’s voice came through “ one ticket that’s it!” she said with a stern tone, her eyes still pretty playful, “hey!, a man’s got a dream...” she rolled her eyes and turned to Virgil “don't mind him he's all excited ‘cuz Patton flew in at three am last night” she was smiling warmly while thinking of her son, Larry’s voice caught her attention, and she looked up “don’t look at me, this ones been cooking all week” he said while making a gesture with his thumb in her direction, she rolled her eyes, “Virgil come over for dinner there's plenty to eat!” they took the bag off the counter and left the store.

“ Me and my cousin runnin' just another

Dime-a-dozen

Mom-and-pop stop-and-shop

And, oh my god,

It's gotten too darn hot like my man Cole Porter said

People come

Through for a few cold waters and

A lottery ticket,

Just a part of the routine ”

He sees Dee trying to sneak past and obviously failing, “Dante you’re late” Virgil tries to say it in a stern voice, “chillax you know you love me.” Dee smirked and got to work, Virgil couldn't hold back the smile any longer, he just sighed and started warming up for the real rush hour coming, there was going to be multiple people talking to him at once and even if he finally had Dee to help, he knew the both wouldn't be enough, but after years of this being his job, he knows how to handle many people talking to him at once and keep in mind these are Latino people, which meant there was several people talking to him at once but at twice the speed of a normal human conversation, and if they were on a rush make it four times as fast.

“ Everybody's got a job;

Everybody's got a dream

They gossip,

As I sip my coffee and smirk

The first stop as people hop to work ”

The last people to come before rush hour were Remy and Valerie work on the salon next door, and as always Remy was telling Val about the new chisme, and Virgil couldn't help but eavesdrop, it was his bodega after all, so he had to have some sort of right to do so, plus it wasn't like he tried to hide the fact that he was listening, if something surprised him it, he wouldn't try to stifle a gasp, but he never got to hear the gossip from the beginning, so he had to try to piece it together and sometime he didn't even get to hear the end, he started preparing their usual orders as he listened, “so, then Yesenia walks in the room” “ah ha” she smells sex, and cheap perfume” “uh oh”, “it smells like one of those reeves that you hang from the rearview” Valerie didn't really add much to the story just her random reactions to show she was listening, “haha no!,” “its true! She screams ‘who's in there with you Julio!’ grabs a bat and quick in me’ door…” Virgil started piecing some things together, they were talking about Yesenia getting cheated on, Julio probably had cheated on her with some gir-” he's in bed with José from the liquor store!” well that was a twist! Virgil couldn't help what he said next, “No me diga!” he and Valerie said it in perfect sync, he hands them their respective coffees, and they both say a simple, “thanks Virgil!”

“ Bust it— I'm like— One dollar, two

Dollars, one fifty, one sixty-nine I got it

You want a box of condoms what kind?

That's two quarters Two quarter waters

The New York Times

You need a bag for that?

The tax is added ”

It was finally time, the long awaited rush hour, people were asking him the cost of things, where things were located, he even got some surprising questions, but he couldn't even stop and dawn on it for too long because he had a few people asking him questions, and he didn't want an angry mob of Latinos forming this early in the day, there was a few people here and there that came for only coffee but at this time people usually came to look for stuff that they needed like a few groceries or toiletries but this was for sure the most stressful part of the day, but it wasn't as bad as you might think.

“ Once you get some practice at it

You do rapid

Mathematics automatically

Sellin' maxipads and fuzzy dice for taxicabs and practically

Everybody's stressed, yes,

But they press through the mess

Bounce checks and wonder what's next ”

Virgil was used to this, he had this jump of adrenaline in his day-to-day life, and his need to make everyone complacent as they left his small bodega made him work extra hard, it was almost over though and the only way to truly know it was over was once Logan walked through that door, he and Dante would never tell Logan how happy, and relieved they were any time He walked in through the bodega door, Virgil was relieved when Logan entered the bodega? Yes, but was he happy? Kind of, since Logan and Dee would team up against him to poke fun at him, most of the time it had to do with Virgil’s love life but what can you do? The funniest thing was when Logan would try to beat Virgil to say what he usually got but Virgil was just faster and knew all of it by heart so, he always won, which frustrated Logan which in turn made him feel a little better when Logan and Dee bothered him about his love life, it wasn't something he liked to talk about so in turn he couldn't really argue with them about it, so he just tried to shut them up quickly especially since Roman was always the one to come after Logan, but he was usually distracted with something so even if they were talking about it, he wouldn't notice since Logan and Dante would shut up, and see what Virgil would do, now it was just time to wait for Logan to arrive, so he and Dee would be able to take a break.

“ In the heights I buy my coffee and I go

I buy my coffee and—

Set my sights

On only what I need to know

What I need to know—

In the heights Money is tight

But even so—

Even so—

When the lights go down I blast my radio!

En Washington “

The man of the hour walked through the door, Logan saw Virgil and Dante release A breath they were holding, he smirked, Virgil knew what that meant, his challenge for the day, try to beat Virgil to say what he wanted, mission impossible , Logan always tried to throw Virgil off guard with a tease, it never worked. “ you ain't got no skills!” Virgil smiled, this ought to be fun , “Logan!” virgil let logan start saying his order so then he could annoy Logan by interrupting him, “Yo, let me get a-” “milky way” he said as he put it on the counter, “ yeah, let me also get a-”, “daily news” virgil knew he was starting to get on his nerves once saw the way he looked at the paper on the counter, “ and a-” “post” virgil just smirked, logan’s smile was faltering, “And most important, my-” “ Boss’ second coffee, one cream-” LOgan always came for Mr. Rosario’s second coffee, he didn't really drink coffee from what virgil knew, “ five sugars” Logan tried to beat Virgil to saying it but they ended up saying it at the same time, dante just rolled his eyes, he knew Virgil would always win but he still cheered logan on. Once logan inevitably failed he tried to show his skills off to prove one day he might get to outsmart Virgil,“I'm the number one earner”, “what?!”, they both knew it was all in good fun, “the fastest learner”

“what?!”, but sometimes virgil would irritate Logan and that's how they would end up with Logan teasing Virgil about him liking Roman, ,“my Boss can't keep me on the damn back burner!” “yes he can” and Dante would be on LOgans team “i'm making moves, i’m making deals, but guess what” “what?” “you still ain't got no skills”, “hardee-har” virgil mocked, “ Yo, Roman Show up yet?” Virgil face was immediately up in flames, “shut up!” “hey little homie, don't get so upset” virgil know what to target on Logan but it was the same viceversa, “man..” he knew he couldn't stop this from happening anyway do he just kind of accepted it, “ Tell Roman how you feel, buy the boy a meal on the real, or you ain't got no skills-”

Logan was interrupted by someone coming in and virgil was thankful for it... until he looked up to see who it was, Roman distractedly talking to the phone so he probably didn't hear any of that (hopefully), “Nooo! No no nooo! No no nooo, no-no-no! Nooo, no-no-no! No-no-no-no-no-no-no-no, no-no-no-no-no!” well now virgil was curious to who he was talking to, Roman had always been someone extra and comfortable around everyone in the barrio but to just walk into the bodega while having an apparent important conversation was surprising nonetheless, “Mr. Johnson, I got the security deposit, It’s locked in a box in the bottom of my closet, It’s not reflected in my bank statement, But I’ve been savin’ to make a down payment and pay rent, No, no, I won’t let you down—” Roman made a pause to listen to the person on he other end of the call and Logan took this opportunity to talk “ Yo, here’s your chance; ask him out right now!” Virgil pushed logan to shut him up because Roman was right there and he could hear him! “ I’ll see you later, we can look at that lease!” Roman seemed relieved and a small smile started creeping its way into his face, he still didn't seem fully calm but he looked more at ease.

“Do somethin’, make your move, don’t freeze!” His silent awe towards Roman was interrupted as logan pushed him towards Roman just as he ended the call, so he had no way of escaping the situation, “Hey!” “You owe me a bottle of cold champagne”! Virgil had almost forgotten completely about their bet, the first one to get out of the barrio has to get the other champagne, “ Are you moving?” virgil said it almost as if he were disappointed which was a surprise to himself, “Just a little credit check and I’m on that downtown train!” Roman said it with a smile lighting up his face, Virgil noticed he was staring, adn tried to act fast “ Well, your coffee’s on the house”, “okay!” Roman took the coffee and looked down in a shy way with a small smile , virgil had never seen him like that, “Usnavi, ask him out...” he heard Logan whisper shouting at him and he sincerely hoped that Roman hadn’t heard that, “No way!” Virgil heard Dante say to Benny and that comment kind of offended him, “I’ll see you later, so…” Roman said awkwardly and turned to leave the Bodega. “ Oooh... Smooth operator, aw, damn, there she goes! Yo, bro, take five, take a walk outside! You look exhausted, lost, don’t let life slide! The whole hood is struggling, times are tight And you’re stuck to this corner like a streetlight!” after that Logan took his things and left the bodega.

“Yeah, I'm a streetlight,

Choking on the heat The world spins around while I'm frozen to my

Seat The people that I know all keep on rolling down the street But

Everyday is different so I'm switchin' up the beat Cuz my parents

Came with nothing They got a little more And sure, we're poor, but yo

At least we got the store And it's all about the legacy they left

With me, it's destiny And one day I'll be on a beach with Sonny

Writing checks

to me “

Virgil’s mood dropped as soon as those words came out of Logan’s mouth, he knew Logan didn't mean anything by it but that didn't stop his heart from dropping onto the Floor of his store, this was one of his fears to be stuck with his Bodega and be left behind by everyone else, everyone that cares for him or at least he thinks they- He stopped dead in his tracks, He couldn't be thinking like that, his parents did everything they could before they died to get this corner store and one day he's going to go back to his country just like him(?) and Abuela want and Dante will have a stable life with the income he will get from the store and his life will be bliss.

“ In the heights I hang my flag up on display We

Came to work and to live and we got a lot in

Common It reminds me that I came from miles away D

R., P

R., we are not stoppin'

In the heights

Every day, paciencia y fe

Until the day we go from poverty to stock options

In the heights I've got today

And today's all we got,

So we cannot stop This is our block In the heights I

Hang my flag up on display Lo le lo le lo lai lai lo le!

It reminds me that I came from miles away! “

Virgil can practically hear people's thoughts and dreams circling through the air but to be honest Virgil didn't really hear them...he felt the electric buzzing that came with the streets of the place he was raised. It was one of the many things he liked about his barrio at a quick glance it isn't much just a little place in New York filled with immigrants that have bigger dreams, bigger than themselves and everyone around them… its as if You cant walk through these streets without bumping into somebody's dream.

“ I Hang my flag up on display Lo le lo le lo lai lai lo le!

It reminds me that I came from miles away!

My family came from miles away— In the heights It gets more expensive

Every day Every day And tonight is so far away—

But as for mañana, mi pana Ya gotta just keep watchin'

You'll see the Late nights You'll taste Beans and rice The syrups and

Shaved ice I ain't gonna Say it twice ”

They all knew were they came from, the sunniest places a person could ever go to. They all know the situation that is happening in the barrio , how no one is really here to stay, how this is just a stepping stool towards a bigger dream...but they didn't care. They all will know soon enough what is to come but for now…

“ Turn up the stage lights

We're takin' a flight To a couple

Of days In the life of what it's like

En Washington Heights! ”

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@malaya-is-a-hoe I did it sis

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sugarcrash · 5 years

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Clumsy // Ethan Dolan

(A/N: So, I’m taking up writing again, now that I’ve gotten the swing of things in the new school year! Feel free to request! Also, ya’ll better be grateful, this took a long time to write and it’s 4,396 words lol)

Summary: When Y/N gets clumsy, she ends up making a mess - on Ethan Dolan. So how will it go down when they meet again?

Warnings: Swearing, quite a long intro (lol sorry)

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“Ugh.” Y/N groaned at her phone. The alarm had been going off for the past minute, blasting the same annoying tune into her ears. Rolling over, she hit the “stop” button on the glowing screen.

The girl turned to snuggle back into her sheets when the door opened, revealing her mother, who was still in her pajamas.

“Y/N, you’ve really got to stop setting that thing so loud.” she complained. “It’s woken your brother up twice this week, and I honestly can’t handle it anymore.”

The young lady smirked into her pillow. Her 10 year old brother, Tyson, was a crazy creature when woken up early. She heard his tinny little voice singing the obnoxious Pokemon theme song, and it was clear he was seeking attention.

“Ty!” her mom stalked to the little boy. Y/N listened in silence as she heard her mother scold him for almost waking up their cranky father.

Just as she was checking the time on her iPhone, her older brother, Asher, appeared at her doorway. “Hey nerd, gonna get up or what?” he raised an eyebrow.

Y/N let out a sigh and shifted her head to meet his eyes. “Just because I wear glasses doesn’t mean I’m a nerd, y’know.”

Asher rolled his pupils to the ceiling. “Well, the glasses and the fact that you’ve never gotten a grade lower than a straight B.” he knew she couldn’t argue with that.

“Whatever. Now leave so I can get dressed.” he did so, shutting the door behind him.

Y/N lugged herself out of bed and stared at her body in the full length mirror next to her dresser. She rubbed her tired eyes before glancing at the digital clock on her wall, which read 5:30 am.

“Why does school have to start so early?” she whined to herself as she bent over to her drawers, shifting through them before finding some simple black leggings and a pale yellow sweatshirt, one of her favorite outfits.

Before Y/N threw them on her body, though, she gave herself a quick sniff. Sure, she’d taken a shower last night, she smelled fine, but the bra she had been wearing for the past two weeks did not. She quickly changed her bra and panties before noticing there was a red splotch on her underwear.

“No, no no! Shit! You’re not supposed to be here for another week!” Y/N grumbled. Thankfully, she never put her tampons in the bathroom. Not only is it farther away from her room, so she’d have to run in bloody panties, but Asher and Tyson would probably find them.

She reached to her secret stash in her nightstand, pulling out the familiar blue-wrapped tube.

After she put in the tampon, she shoved on her clothes and rushed to brush her teeth. While she was doing so, Y/N received a text from her best friend, Lola.

*Text*

L: Hey babes!

L: How ya doing?

Y/N: Not good, Aunt Flo decided to visit

L: Aww u poor thing! Cramps start yet?

Y/N: Nope, just waiting in agony. I hate having to walk around school with a little box of tampons

L: U can do it! For women everywhere!

Y/N: Cheers, bitch

*End*

Y/N spit the foamy toothpaste down the drain, watching it swirl as she got lost in her thoughts. Wasn’t that math quiz today? No, that was tomorrow. Would she see her crush, Alex? Would he acknowledge her?

“C’mon, dork, if you want a ride, get a move on!” Asher announced, walking down the hallway. Y/N grabbed her laptop and phone from her desk, brushing her hair as she made her way down the stairs. She grabbed her backpack from the coat rack, shoving her electronics and hairbrush inside before checking to make sure her tampon box was ready to go.

In the little flimsy plastic pouch she had found in a tampon kit for this very reason, there were three orange paper tubes. With a sigh, she stuffed them in her low side pocket on her leggings, throwing on some random socks and her Adidas tennis shoes.

Y/N checked the time again. 5:45. School started in around 20 minutes, and it was 15 or so minutes away from the house. ‘We’re gonna make it’ Y/N decided as she pulled her hair into a quick ponytail.

With her backpack over her shoulder, she wen to the kitchen to look for breakfast when Asher shouted “Think fast!” Before she knew it, Y/N was hit in the face with a breakfast bar.

She leaned over, face twisting into a mad expression when she saw what it was. She picked it up, then complain loudly to her 18-year-old brother. “Asher, you idiot!”

“Keep it down! Dad’s trying to sleep!” her sleepy mother came downstairs, Tyson weaving in between her legs.

“Mommy said that’s a potty word!” he announced, making Y/N roll her eyes. She needed to escape this mess, so with her breakfast bar in hand, she turned the handle and stepped out the front door.

She hopped into Asher’s worn-down pickup truck, a gift from their grandfather on his 16th birthday. Y/N’s older brother soon appeared in the driver’s seat, using the key to start the car. Y/N pulled some headphones over her ears and let the music consume her.

A few minutes later, Asher pulled his car into the school parking lot with an abrupt stop, as to get Y/N’s attention. He lunged forward a bit, her headphones slipping off her ears.

“We’re here, sis.”

“Well, duh, I know.” the 15-year-old grumped.

“Alright, then get out.”

Y/N huffed and opened the car door, stepping out and taking a deep breath before starting toward the doors.

She looked down at her phone, and the time read 6:10. She had exactly five minutes before classes started and she was in trouble.

Y/N practically ran to the front doors, almost falling twice before reaching them and yanking the metal handles, revealing a main area full of students, most groggy.

She rushed to her locker, twirling the familiar lock to the right combo when Lola appeared next to her.

“Hey, hon.” she chirped. Lola had always been a morning person, whereas Y/N was not.

“Hey.” the girl’s locker swung open, the small mirror reflecting her face. She gave a little smile to it before stuffing her backpack inside the cold metal space, grabbing the materials for her first class, language and literature.

“Aren’t you so glad that we have lang and lit this hour? Poor Maddie, having to go to math first.”

Y/N nodded her head just as the warning bell sounded, demanding that students get themselves ti their classes before they needed a late pass. “Better start walking. We don’t need Mrs. Cooper getting mad at us again.” she nudged Lola, teasing her for yesterday’s mistake.

“Okay, okay, shut up.” she groaned at the memory. “Don’t look now, but someone’s right there!” her voice dropped to a singsong-ish whisper, and Y/N blushed, knowing just who she was speaking of.

She glanced and caught his eye as they passed. His.

Alex Kallio’s.

The brown-haired boy had been Y/N’s crush since eighth grade, but he never noticed her. He fit in with the popular crowd. She did not. It only actually worked in movies.

“Y’know, Hayden was over there, too.” the girl told her friend. Her cheeks instantly flushed, and Y/N smiled. “You can’t deny it anymore.”

“I don’t have a crush on him! God!” her face was adorned with playful annoyance as the young lady next to her rolled her eyes, showing that her little love was all too obvious.

“Sure, whatever you say.”

“Stop it!” Lola whined. They pretended to be mad at one another before looking at one another, bursting into laughter.

They then reached the door. “Wanna know something?” Lola asked Y/N, who nodded. “I think one of the Dolans was totally looking at you.”

“No way. They’re, like, the most popular sophomores. And so handsome.”

“Looks like someone has two new crushes. Move over Alex, here come Ethan and Grayson.” the two giggled and took their seats just as the teacher walked in.

“Good morning, class.” Mrs. Cooper spoke, her voice filling the room.

“Good morning, Mrs. Cooper.” the class groaned back.

There was a click from the door and in waltzed the Dolan twins, goofy smiles on their faces. “Sorry.” they apologized together, but it was clear that the word meant nothing.

“Boys! We’ve talked about this before, you can’t continue to be late to class every day!” Mrs. Cooper scolded the teens.

Y/N raised her eyebrows and closed her eyes, her ears soon filling with the daily lecture on how it’s important to be a good student, and blah, blah, blah.

The twins sort of just stood there, secretly stealing looks and rolling their eyes at their friends, showing that it was clearly not a care. Then Ethan caught Y/N’s glance for a split second, and that’s when she realized she’d been staring.

“Lola!” she hissed at her friend. “How long was I looking?”

The girl let out a giggle. “The whole damn time.”

Y/N groaned and hid her face in her hands at Lola’s response, lifting it up only to see that class was starting.

*Time Skip*

Finally, 4th period. Lunch. Y/N could finally hang out with all her friends at once, rather than having to pass along notes and retell stories over and over again.

Y/N subconsciously walked into the cafeteria, lost in her thoughts. She found herself heading over to the lunch line, thinking about her love life.

“Do I really want Alex? What about Ethan? Or Grayson? I suppose there’s always that one kid, Adam, who’s always been nice to me.” she thought to herself, grabbing a tray from the stack.

As she made her way down the line, she noticed that the kids at the popular table somehow got a hold on a small foam football. She shook her head, getting a focus back on reality, rather than daydreaming and watching.

Y/N waited patiently as the long line got shorter, until she was next to get food. A school cook scooped some spaghetti onto her little tray, along with some salad. Just as she had gotten out of line, she turned to her usual table, where all her friends were placed.

Y/N began to fast walk toward them, not looking at her surroundings. Neither was Ethan Dolan, who, at the moment, was making an attempt to catch the small football before it hit the ground. He caught the ball in a jump and settled on the ground

Y/N was walking forward, but her head turned when she looked across the room, getting back to her thinking. She headed straight toward Ethan and, BAM! They collided.

Y/N spaghetti flew out of her hands , landing on her favorite sweatshirt with a thump, probably leaving a stain. She fell backwards onto her butt, the small tampon pack in her leggings flinging out, unclasping and sending the products all over the floor.

Ethan had barely flinched at the contact.

He took a look at who had crashed into him, before realizing what a mess the girl was in. He immediately ran to go get napkins for her, as she got herself up and tried to gather everything.

People started to laugh as they noticed what had happened, and Y/N felt hot tears begin to prick at her eyes. “I’m so stupid, so clumsy.” she thought.

Ethan came back while she was still attempting to clean, though it was hard. She sat on her knees for a moment, resting her hands on her sides before feeling around.

Her tampon box was gone. Y/N started to mentally freak out, now frantically looking before someone found them and she got even more embarrassed. But it was hard to search, seeing that her eyes were blurry with tears.

“Hey, are you okay?” Ethan asked. Y/N only nodded her head. “Are you looking for something?”

She was about to nod again, stopping herself and realizing that, if she told him, he’d want to help, and he’d have to know what it was. She decided against his help, responding with a short “No.”

“Well, it looks like you are. Here, I’ll help.”

Y/N panicked as he looked on the floor, trying to find something that he didn’t even know what it is was, before his eyes settled on the bright orange tampon wrappers, along with the little blue box. Y/N was doomed.

The muscular boy picked them up and smiled, proud of himself that he did something right, but then Ethan realized what they were.

Both sophomore’s faces flushed with embarrassment as people realized their predicament, roaring with laughter around them.

“A-Are these yours?” Ethan asked sheepishly.

Y/N snatched them out of his hand, touching it for only a second, but long enough for something to spark. She looked into his eyes, then tore her gaze away, sprinting out of reach and into the empty hallway.

Once alone in the girl’s bathroom, Y/N broke down, tears running down her cheeks. Her favorite sweatshirt was ruined, she embarrassed herself and a popular kid in front of the whole school, and her crush would probably never look at her again.

The door burst open with a bang, hitting the wall behind it, and in came her friends Lola, Maddie, and Zoe.

“Oh my god, are you okay?” Maddie asked.

“We saw the whole thing!” Zoe exclaimed.

Lola sat down next to Y/N, and the two other followed. They gave her a huge group hug and let her cry.

After Y/N was finished, Lola suggested that she get a new shirt. The girl agreed, and the four went to the office to look for something in the lost and found.

“Well, honey, why don’t you go look in the bin? There should be a shirt or two in there.” the secretary told the girls.

They sifted through the large blue bucket and found two shirts, an old white one that smelled awful and was looking a little yellow, and a stupid Lego Batman shirt that was in pretty good condition, but smelled as if someone mixed too much cologne and sweat together.

“No doubt, these are from the boy’s locker room.” Zoe pinched her nose with her left hand as she used the right one to hold the shirt far away from her while she examined it.

“Whatever. At least it’s better than the one I’m wearing now.” Y/N grabbed the dangling shirt and sighed before marching to the bathroom.

A few minutes later, Y/N came back into the office. The shirt fit her perfectly, giving a sign that it was probably from some nerdy kid with no build whatsoever.

“Oh, good, sweetie, you found something. Now, you kids better get back to class before your teachers get mad.” the secretary instructed. The four girls nodded and headed out.

Once alone in the hallway, Maddie spoke up. “Okay, like, I know this whole thing was traumatizing for you, Y/N, but can we just talk about how cute you and Ethan would be?”

Zoe and Lola laughed, but Y/N quickly clamped a hand down on Maddie’s mouth. “Don’t! Someone could hear!”

“Yeah, but it’s not like it’s a false statement.” Zoe giggled.

Lola smirked. “Totally. I ship.”

Y/N covered her ears, playfully getting annoyed at her friends and running ahead of them, making the girls chase after her. They reached the sophomore hallway, laughing as they rushed to their lockers as to not be later than they already were.

Y/N collected her binder, pencil case, and laptop before turning to her friends. “Bye guys, see you after class.”

“Bye.” they called in unison.

The rest of the day went on painfully slow, and Y/N was called out several times during the day, getting comments on how she was clumsy or embarrassing. But there were always a few nice kids who asked her if she was okay.

By the time the bell rang at the end of the day, the girl was exhausted. Sh had been assigned at least 5 pages of homework, and probably an essay or two. But she couldn’t really say, because she hadn’t been paying that much attention.

To top of all the bad luck of the day, Ethan hadn’t looked at her again. No matter how many times Y/N attempted to catch his eye, he’d purposely turn his head the other way. They both knew what he was doing.

“Fine then.” Y/N thought to herself. “Save your ego. Can’t have anyone catching you look at me.”

She then blushed, realizing she was getting mad at him like he was her friend. They had barely ever interacted, why was she feeling and acting this way?

Y/N met Asher outside of the school, in the student parking lot. He was already in the car, obviously annoyed that his little sister had taken so long.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” she babbled apologies as she clambered into the car and buckled up. Though she would never admit it, she tried to impress her brother and stay on his good side. He was in with the popular crowd at school, and she took every chance she got to look cool to him.

“Yeah, whatever. Listen, I heard what happened to you today.” Y/N’s face flushed red when he brought up the memory. “I know you had a bad day, so I’m gonna give you a deal. It’s a one time thing, though, okay?”

He turned to look at Y/N, and she nodded.

“If you want, you can come to this party with me tonight. I’m hearing that some of the sophomores will be there, too, so it’s not like you’ll be alone. You wanna go?”

“Oh, yeah. That sounds like fun.”

“Okay. We’re leaving at 8:30. If mom or dad asks, we’re going to the movies with a few friends. I will not have my night ruined by some kid who can’t keep her mouth shut.”

His sister pursed her lips, showing that her lips were sealed. He put his key into the ignition and started it, driving back to the house.

Once they arrived from the ten minute drive, Y/N raced straight up to her room, taking no time in saying hello to the rest of her family. Really, though, it was only her mom, because her dad was at work and Tyson was still at school.

Y/N immediately texted her friends about the party.

*Text*

Y/N: Guysss!!!

L: Wat

Z: What is it??

Y/N: I’m going to a party 2nite!

M: R u serious? How?

Y/N: Asher

L: Ah, that makes more sense

Z: What r u gonna wear?

Y/N: idk

M: Well, when r u leaving?

Y/N: 8:30, why?

L: IT’S 3:30 U ONLY HAVE 5 HOURS TO DECIDE WHAT TO WEAR

Z: R U INSANE HURRY

M: U guys r so overdramatic

Y/N: Agreed. Will text when I have perfect outfit.

*End*

Y/N set her phone gently on the bed before turning it off, going over to her dresser and rooting through it to find the perfect combination of an outfit.

She pulled out various dresses, skirts, pants, and shirts, sifting through each one carefully and pairing together different items that may look good together. Y/N tried on each option before settling on the perfect ensemble, one that was casual but cool at the same time. “Coolsual”, she called it.

Y/N flopped onto her bed and flipped open her laptop, going to YouTube to entertain her for a few hours before she showed her friends what she’d be wearing.

Eventually, time passed (though Y/N would admit quite slowly because of how excited she was to go to this party)

She threw on her outfit, a skin-tight black off-the-shoulder top that adorned long sleeves, paired with a pretty black and white plaid skirt with a small chain hanging off the hip and connecting to one of the belt loops. Y/N also had on knee-high black socks, and finished off with a slight coat of make-up.

The girl stood in the mirror, snapping a picture before sending it to her awaiting girlfriends, who responded with “omg!”s and “love it!”s.

Y/N smiled at her phone, knowing they would’ve said the same thing if she staples herself in a trash bag, even if she knew they were lying.

“Are you coming or not?” Asher yelled from the bottom of the stairs up to her room. Y/N hadn’t realized the time and yelled back in response, grabbing her purse and heading downstairs.

She pulled on some quick tennis shoes, not wanting to be bothered with the burden of having heels on, even if they weren’t that tall.

“Finally, you slowpoke, I texted you only a million times!” her older brother complained.

“Girls take longer!” she complained, but the both of them knew that she was just lazy in getting ready.

Asher chuckled and shook his head at the younger girl. “Whatever. Let’s go.”

They started out the door and into the driveway, entering the car. The senior put his key into the ignition and they drove the 5 minutes in silence to his friend’s house.

Once they arrived, Y/N noticed that there were so many more people than anticipated. She could already tell that this wasn’t going to be as fun as she expected, and she recognized no one out on the lawn.

“Whatever.” Y/N thought to herself. “I’ll just hang out by the cooler the entire time. No big deal.”

But she was lying to herself, and she knew it. It was a big deal, seeing as she was never one to be so involved with large crowds of people. She had her group of friends, and that was all she needed. Nevertheless, she snapped out of her thoughts and brought herself to push open the car door.

The minute they stepped out of the vehicle, Asher was swooped away by his friends, no surprise there. Y/N, left to fend for herself, went to the food. It was in the corner by some chairs anyways, so it was a nicer place to be alone rather than out in the sea of bodies that were dancing, some quite inappropriately, she may add.

Suddenly, the girl felt someone sit next to her. Y/N turned her head to find Amber, a girl that she sometimes talked to in her math class. They were getting to know each other pretty well, finding things in common when they had the time.

“Hi.” the brunette spoke, a bit quietly. It could’ve just been the loud music, but Amber was a known introvert, so it was a surprise to see her in a place like this.

“Hey. What are you doing here? I wouldn’t expect to see you at a party, no offence.” Y/N responded.

“None taken, and I could say the same for you. My friend Samantha dragged me here. I don’t know why though, because she knows I don’t go to these things.”

“Ah. My brother offered to take me, since I had a pretty bad day, but I realize it’s definitely not my scene.”

Amber hummed in response, and the two girls people-watched for a few minutes, until Y/N noticed a certain someone in the crowd.

Ethan Dolan.

He stood next to his twin, Grayson, talking animatedly to a few of his friends. Y/N hadn’t noticed she was staring until Amber poked at her side for the second time.

“Y/N! Earth to Y/N!” she called, before noticing who she was looking at. “Ooh, you like him?”

“Yeah.” the girl called absentmindedly, unaware that Amber had even asked a question, let alone what the topic was.

Amber squealed. “Oh my god! It’s gonna be hard to get to him, though, he practically has a line of girls waiting for him.”

“What?” Y/N turned to Amber. “Please explain, I have no idea what you just said.”

As Amber talked to the sophomore next to her, unbeknown that she was being watched.

From across the room, Ethan was looking directly at her, watching as she talked to a girl that was probably in the grade, but never bothered to learn who she was.

Y/N and Ethan had only ever crossed paths a few times, seeing as she was obviously less popular than he. But after today, he felt butterflies dashing around in his stomach, and he wasn’t sure if it was from embarrassment or having a crush.

Little did he know, Y/N felt the same way.

Whatever the feeling, the muscular boy decided to suck it up and go talk to her. On the other side of the room, Y/N was oblivious to his attempts to get her attention.

After a few minutes, her gaze eventually shifted to him, and Y/N grinned at Ethan when they made eye contact. He ended his conversation and sauntered over to the sitting girl.

“Hey.” he spoke, causing Y/N to blush a little bit. She couldn’t believe it, a popular kid, talking to her. Willingly.

“Hi.” she quietly spoke, afraid that she would mess something up. The two sophomores looked at each other for a minute, small grins on both of their faces.

“So,” Ethan broke the ice. “How are you doing after today? Y’know, with the whole cafeteria thing...”

Y/N silently thanked him for asking “I’m doing good. Unfortunately, my favorite sweatshirt was ruined, but it’s okay.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, I should’ve been watching where I was.”

“No, no, it’s my fault.”

The taller boy breathed out of his nose before speaking again. “So, see you around?”

“For sure.”

With that, Ethan left Y/N to go find his friends once more. What they didn’t know is that both of them felt the same feeling of butterflies invading their bodies, jittery and nervous.

Alex Kallio who?

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my-emotional-self · 5 years

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Forever Ago Chapter 1

Pairings: Chris Evans x OFC

Warnings: Swearing

Summary: After losing touch with your childhood best friend since graduation, he comes crashing back into your life 15 years later. The feelings you’ve had for him never left you. But do you forgive him for all those years he ignored you? Or do you decide he lost his chance with you for good?

A/N: This will be a slow burn (even though there will only be 10 chapters or less lol) Also, there will be a lot of flashbacks in this story. Thank you to @guera31 for the idea! She sent me this idea way back in November!

Your alarm clock blared, waking you from a wonderfully beautiful dream. “Fucking clock,” you groaned as you slammed your hand against the annoying contraption. Turning onto your back, you let out a huff of annoyance; pinching the bridge of your nose.

The dream you had was very intimate; sexually intimate. It was of you and your life long best friend; well, until the two of you moved away to college and he practically started to ignore you. To say you were heartbroken was a bit of an understatement. You were in love with him, since about eighth grade and unfortunately, no matter how hard you tried to forget him, those feelings were still there.

However, you were unsure if you could ever forgive him for ignoring you all these years. Sure, he moved on to become an actor and made a name for him, but come on! He was your best friend since kindergarten for fucks sake. You should have meant more to him; at least that’s what you kept telling yourself.

With another whine of irritation, you forced the covers off your body and slowly made your way into the bathroom. Turning on the light, you had to blind your eyes from the brightness. “Fucking Sebastian and his damn party,” you spoke to nobody but yourself as you flipped the switch to the fan and turned on the shower.

The cold water helped to wake you up and to also help with the ache between your legs; all because of your damn dream. Soon enough, you were quite alert and you switched the dial as the hot water cascaded down your body; your mind going back to when you first met Chris.

Summer of 1986

You were only five years old when you moved with your parents to a new town; a new state. Coming from the Midwest, you were rather excited, yet nervous, to move so far from the only home you had ever known.

“Are you nervous Jessica?” your mother asked from the front seat, turning around and giving you the soft warm smile that you so adoringly loved.

“A little,” came your quiet mouse like voice. You hadn’t even started kindergarten yet, but you still had friends back home and you were nervous you wouldn’t make any new ones. “What if nobody likes me?”

You heard your father gasp from the driver’s seat. “How could you even say that Jess? Everybody loves you sweetheart. Trust me. In no time you will have plenty of friends.”

Looking down at your lap, you began to flip through your picture book of the East Coast, hoping to sooth your nerves. After some time, you drifted off to sleep.

“Jess….Jessica honey we’re here. We’re at our new home!” Feeling your mother shake you awake, you slowly opened your sleepy eyes. Looking out the window, you saw a beautiful large brick house which was much larger than the house you grew up in.

“Wow,” you breathed out as your mother helped you unbuckle your seatbelt; a soft chuckle coming from her lips. “We’re rich!” you squealed with joy.

This time, it was your father who laughed loudly. “Well, you remember that I got a new job right sweetheart?” You nodded. “And along with that job came a promotion. Do you know what that means?” Scrunching up your small eyebrows, you shook your head. “It means I get more money. The company also helped pay for relocation, which means your mother and I got to finally get our dream home where we can raise you….our beautiful perfect daughter.” You giggled as your father picked you up and twirled you around.

You didn’t remember much, except the movers moving all the boxes into the house and your mother showing you your new room. It was absolutely perfect and much bigger than your old room. “I get my own bathroom?” you cheered as your mother showed you around your room.

“That’s right. But you have to be a big girl for me and try to keep it clean. Does that sound fair?”

“Yes mommy!” you yelled, jumping up and down. She left you to unpack your own belongings. The one thing you loved most about your parents is that no matter your age, they taught you how to be independent as they wanted you to grow up and be an independent woman.

As you began to put all your belongings and knickknacks onto the shelving unit, you heard your mother calling for you. “Jessica, will you please come down here?”

Hopping down the steps, you found your mother at the front door with another woman. She had a very warm smile and you instantly felt a sort of connection to her, as if you knew you would be safe around her.

“Jessica, this is one of our new neighbors, Lisa.”

“Hello Lisa. It is nice to meet you,” your shy voice spoke.

“Oh my. Well aren’t you just a doll,” she cooed and you couldn’t help but giggle. Your mother always telling you how much you looked like a doll, which you loved. “How old are you sweetie?”

“I’m five!” you spoke with confidence as you held up five fingers. Both Lisa and your mother giggled at your ways.

“Well, it just so happens my son is five years old. It looks like you two will be starting school together in the fall. Maybe we should set up a playdate so you could meet him. What do you think of that?”

Your small face scrunched up before you answered her. “He doesn’t have cooties does he?” Now both of the women were laughing hysterically, clenching their chests.

“No my sweet girl. I can promise you he doesn’t have cooties.”

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Two days later, you were walking across the street with your mother; her hand in yours. She rang the doorbell and the familiar face of Lisa answered it. “Oh I’m so happy you two could make it!” she said with a bright smile on her face. “Christopher, come down here please.”

You heard the familiar thumping on the stairs before a boy emerged. “Hi there!” he remarked with his own smile. “I’m Chris.”

“It’s so nice to meet you Chris. My name is Charlotte and this is my daughter Jessica.” He politely shook your mothers hand before he turned to you and hugged you.

“I already know we are going to be great friends.” You smiled at his words before he quickly took your hand in his, leading you upstairs. “My birthday was last month and I got a bunch of new toys. Do you want to see them?”

By then you were stopped at the door to his room. You nodded your head, a wide grin on your face. “Yes!”

End Flashback

Looking down at your hands, you were now all wrinkly. Finishing up your shower quickly, you got out and wrapped yourself in your thick comfy robe. Walking out of the bathroom, you shivered at the loss of heat as you made your way to the kitchen. Getting yourself a cup of coffee, you looked around your small apartment.

It was one of your greatest gifts you ever gave yourself. New York City was never somewhere you imagined to live, yet here you were. Your apartment was small, just a bit larger than a studio as you had a separate room for your bedroom. But it was quaint; just the way you wanted it.

Taking a sip of coffee, and your mind on Chris, more memories came flooding back.

Fall of 1986

“Who is your teacher?” Chris asked as the two of you sat next to each other on the bus.

“Mrs. Smith,” you responded, trying to smile but you were nervous for your first day of kindergarten and it was evident to Chris.

His eyes perked up. “Me too!” You felt a sense of relief wash over you as you realized you had a friend with you to start school. Over the course of summer, you and Chris became inseparable; along with both of your mothers. Almost on a daily basis you were either at Chris’ house, or he was at yours while your mothers hung out together. You loved having a friend so fast as you were so worried you wouldn’t know anybody by the time you started school.

“Don’t worry about school. We’ll be together and that’s all that matters.” He patted your hand and you smiled at him; ready to start your first year of school with your new friend.

End Flashback

You smiled to yourself at the memory of Chris. But your heart broke at the same time; remembering that he left you high and dry after all these years.

As you took the last sip of your warm coffee, your phone began to ring. Rushing to your room, you saw that it was Sebastian calling.

“911, what’s your emergency?” you answered with a grin.

“Oh you’re so funny,” Sebastian remarked sarcastically.

“I know I am thank you very much.”

“You’re still coming tonight right?” How could you forget? Sebastian practically programmed his little friend get-together into the calendar on your phone.

“Yes I’ll be there. It’s not like I have anything else planned.”

“Yeah, except to lounge around in your pajamas and binge watch Netflix all day and night.”

“Hey now! There is nothing wrong with that!”

Sebastian laughed. “No there isn’t. But you need to get out more often. You need to get a life Jessica.”

You scoffed at his remark. “I’m offended that you just said that about me.”

“You know it’s true. Anyways, there will be single guys there tonight. I invited them just for you so you could finally meet a guy and go on a date. Let’s be real, you need to get laid.”

You rolled your eyes, knowing full and well he couldn’t see you. “Yeah whatever. Get over my non-existent sex life already will ya?”

“Never gonna happen,” he teased.

“Ugh, get your own life Seb. I’ll see you tonight..bbbyyyeee.” You hung up the phone before he could badger you anymore.

Trying to shake the nerves from your body, you began to clean up your small apartment. Sebastian had asked you to this little friend get together a few weeks ago and since you didn’t have anything planned, you were up for it. But now that the party was today, you were starting to become on edge.

You knew that a few of his Avengers co-stars would be there, including Jeremy Renner and Ashely Olsen to name a few; probably even more. But it was Chris you were worried about the most. No matter how close you and Sebastian became over the last couple of years; you never once mentioned that you not only knew Chris Evans, but that you were best friends with him growing up.

It wasn’t that you were insecure about coming forward with the truth; it was just that after high school, you and Chris drifted so far apart. And it wasn’t on your behalf. You tried getting into contact with him numerous times, but as the years went on, the texts and phone calls became fewer and fewer, until all of a sudden, he just stopped returning your calls and texts.

“Fucking Sebastian and your parties,” you complained yet again, to nobody but yourself.

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kotlc-oneshots · 5 years

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Blind!keefe au

Hey all!!! Sorry I’ve been dead, but writings block kills lol. Anyways I got this idea off of some lame discord convos and uhhh I hope it’s good. Also it’s late and lmao I have no motivation to edit my own writing uhhh here u go. Some mild swearing. Will be Kam if I keep going w it. Lov yall.

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Pt.

one

Keefe

I’m lying in bed, of course, when the shrieking of my alarm goes off about four feet away from me. I blink my eyes open until they don’t feel sticky and gross, then grab my alarm clock. It’s a simple thing, a brick with about 5 buttons total on it, probably.

I pushed the button on the bottom left corner, and the loud wail finally ends. I groan and rub my head, wishing the colors and blobs that cloud the center of my milky vision would just come into focus.

However after years of hoping for that, every morning, I know nothing is going to happen. With a small sigh, I go into my ultra-specifically organized dresser.

Today is the first day of my senior year. Even if I wont be able to see myself, I want to know that others will appreciate the way that I look- or, at least, am dressed. There’s not a lot I can do if there’s anything wrong with my face or hair. I wish I could, though- even though I’ve been blind since birth, I still always want to look presentable. In order to do that, my friends help me once every other week to organize my outfits for the upcoming 14 days. It started in sophmore year, when Sophie got the wonderful idea, and it's been a tradition since. And thanks to my ‘photographic (ha) memory’, I always know what clothes I’m wearing. Always.

I’m about halfway dressed when hear a beep from the direction of my bed.

“New message from Fitz.” The automated, robotic voice of Siri tells me.

“Hey siri- read message from Fitz.” I respond, then finish putting on the rest of my clothes.

“Ready for your first day as a senior?” she reads back to me. I automatically change the sound to Fitz’s deeper, more human voice in my head. It’s pointless, but necessary.

“Hey siri- text Fitz ‘hell yeah brother.’” After a quick confirmation of what I’m sending, I go into the bathroom next to my bedroom. I carefully feel my way around for my toothbrush and brush my teeth, then proceed to run my hand through my hair. For a short moment, I wish I could see myself as more than a blob of milky, too bright color, but it fades quickly. I’d rather not think about it. So I finish up in the bathroom, then return to my room for my bag. With a quick ‘hey siri’, I manage to find my phone as well.

After a few more voice commands, I receive the news that Fitz will be here to pick me up at 7:30, which gives me about 20 minutes. I hop over to the kitchen and make myself a quick, hearty bowl of cereal. Being me, I choose the healthiest kind- Lucky Charms. When finished, I smile to myself and set the bowl near the sink- I know my dads at work by now, so I don’t have to worry about him. Sometimes there’s good things about waking up early. As I slip my bag on and go to the door to wait, I remember how lucky I am to have such a good memory, and such a constantly cleanly household. Otherwise, I’d be as clumsy in my house as Sophie is. I grab my cane and walk outside, chiding myself for thinking so much about the little things.

Fitz is there, honking his horn, about 5 ish minutes after I get outside. Sophie yells at him for being annoying, and I chuckle a bit. A window rolls down, and Biana’s voice comes through hollering to go to the back passengers side. I use my cane to help me a little bit, then grab onto the ledge made by the open window. I proceed to find the door handle, then carefully step into the car.

“If any freshman gives you crap today, you have full right to hit them with your cane.” Dex, who must be on on the other side of Biana, says.

“Thank you. I’ll definitely do that,” I respond with a laugh, and I can practically feel the worry in the air as Sophie warns me not to.

“We really don’t want you to get suspended on the first day. So just wait until tomorrow, and give them an extra hard whap on kneecap.” Biana adds cheerily.

“This is why you’re my favorite.” I awkwardly try to wrap my arm

around her head, but fail miserably. My peripherals are even worse than the center of my vision- there’s almost no light visible towards the edges. So I end up hitting her on the head, and play it off by messing her hair up. This, of course, causes her to whack my arm and call me a jerk.

“Alright, dumbasses, knock it off,” Fitz, my best friend of the

past 6 years, yells. “By the way, Keefe, we’re pulling in now.” A knot forms in my stomach. Man. First day of senior year at Foxfire. I can’t believe its so close to being over. The beginning of the end.

We pull into the parking lot and step out of Fitz’s Volvo. I turn towards the building, and take a deep inhale of the crisp morning air. My friends and family always like to comment on how pretty the building looks. Foxfire is a really prestigious private high school, and I know that they put a lot of money into the architecture

and the grounds. It's a pity that all I see is a building shaped blob of its beige color, and the faint blobs of green and other colors that I know are trees.

I try not to let myself think about it.

We walk into the building, and Fitz automatically splits off. He's supposed to help some teacher set up the presentation that the Freshman go to. I love him, but it's the first day of school and that man is already busy. This year is gonna be rough if we wanna keep up our hangout sessions- although, we both did take the same 6 AP classes. We’ll probably study together, when he’s not with his million other commitments.

After a few hugs and highfives, and a few debate friends greeting me, I go to my first class. I’m /not/ getting caught in that crowd, especially with the idiotic freshman pretending that they own the place. Off to AP music theory it is. C118 is easy enough- no stairs, and it's a pretty straight shot to the classroom. Again,

I thank my perfect memory to get me around. I may not know what the building looks like, but I basically have the blueprint downloaded in my head. Good times, man.

First period doesn’t result in much. We all get a copy of the syllabus, and a short introductory reading. I can feel a tinge of annoyance when the teacher acknowledges my inability to.. Uh, read it, but a girl named Linh volunteers to help me out with it. She seemed nice enough. She had a bit of a Canadian accent, and when I asked about it she confirmed that she was from… Minnesota. She was really sweet, and I’m genuinely hoping that’ll become a friendship.

The next couple periods go uneventfully. Fitz is in one of them, and Dex the other so I don’t have to worry about another situation like in first period. And the teachers always let me go about 2-3 minutes early, so I can avoid the crowds- that is, until lunch. I’m on my way down to the cafeteria when I run into… someone. They must have been very quiet- I didn’t realize they were that close to me and coming around the bend. So when they did, we kinda collided. I hear a soft curse when they thud to the ground, and from the shape and sound I know its a guy. I put the cane in my left hand and offer to help him up. I’m not sure what it is, but he doesn’t accept it.

“You good man? I didn’t see ya there.” I laugh a little, because

duh. He doesn’t. I can’t really make out any of him- his hair is /probably/ black- and this agitates me, because he doesn’t respond. And then he practically runs away.

I have no way to identify him- probably a dumb freshman that didn’t want his ass kicked by the blind senior. Trying to shake off the interaction, I roll my eyes and start on my way to lunch again.

“Honestly, today was AWFUL. The second half, at least.” I’m now at Fitz’s house, along with Dex. “I already told Dex about that one guy that ran into me, but Stats teacher was awful. She probably heard something from Michaels about last year- just because I rarely showed up doesn’t mean I don’t know what I’m doing! I got along in that class fine.”

“Keefe, I taught you like half of that course.” Fitz replies, laughing.

“Because you actually know how to do math! Michaels is an awful excuse for a pre calc teacher. Dex, be glad that you got Hex.” I retort. It’s not wrong- Mr. Michaels had been very incompetent. If not for Fitz, I would have gotten the worst grade I ever had in my high school career.

“You know I am.” Dex agrees. “Even Hex hates Michaels, but she won’t admit it. Outright, at least.”

“Ok, enough about horrible teachers. Tell me about the guy who ran into you.” Fitz pipes up, not wanting to be apart of a conversation dissing his soccer coach. I let him divert the conversation, even though I really wanna rag Michaels to the ground most of the time.

“Well, that's the thing. There’s nothing to tell- I ran into him and he fell. Then he ran away, without saying a word,” I say. “I wanna know just as much as you do.”

“That’s cute.” Dex comments, and I shake my head.

“You know what I mean.”

“Suuuuureee.” The tone of his voice makes me hit him, which starts a wrestle between the three of us that lasts for about half an hour. By the end of it, I’m sure I have multiple bruises from falling, kicking something wrong, and getting hit, but I don’t care much. We fall into a panting heap on Fitz bed, and we through half hearted punches at each other that hold no intention. Needless to say, I’m sweaty and gross, and when Fitz informs me that it's almost 8, I ask to go home. A man's gotta shower- and get his beauty sleep.

So Fitz drives me and Dex home, the three of us having pointless conversation about classes and plans we should make. I get dropped off first, and they wait as I carefully make my way to door of my house, not leaving until I get inside. I hear the thrum of his engine as Fitz drives off, then make my way to the bathroom.

After a quick shower, I brush my teeth and head off to bed.

I drift off, and my thoughts are filled with a mysterious blob with probably black hair and evil math equations.

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“Imma Need You...” : Joe Mazzello Imagine: Plus Size Reader/OC

Joe Mazzello Imagine Plus Size, POC, Alternative, Mother and Wife, PS

Jess had always been weird.

Like, always.

Even as a kid.

So when she decided to shave her head....it really didn't shock Joe in the slightest.

She'd been through every color in the book.

She loved experimenting with her look on a daily basis.

It was one of the reasons he loved her.

She was fearless.

One day she'd wear her hair, that had been dyed electric blue, in a braid with some hot pink contact lenses and beautiful elaborate makeup in soft green.

The next day she'd wear a bright orange wig and dress head to toe in neon yellow.

She had no fear in that area so when he came home to the sound of buzzing in the bathroom, he was more intrigued than scared.

"Babe?" he called out.

"Bathroom!" she called back and he chuckled at the little bubble of excitement he could hear in her voice.

He tossed his keys in the bowl and made his way down the hall and leaned against the door frame.

Their daughter, Aaliyah, sat on the closed toilet staring up at her mother with bright excited eyes.

Aaliyah was six and she was convinced her mother was some sort of other species.

Because to her, she was the most beautiful ever changing creature and she'd never seen anyone like her.

She'd obviously only known Jess to be Jess but still.

Then again, she was six and very heavily into a fairy phase...and her mother had her ears surgically altered to a point.

So ya know.

"Daddy!" she gushed hopping down and running to Joe who picked her up.

It was then that Joe noticed she wasn't actually shaving her whole head but more so another chop and doing a fade.

Thank god for years and years of her sweeping up hair at her father's barber shop and learning the craft over the years.

Or else she'd be shit outta luck.

"Daddy, mommy is cutting her hair again and I'm excited!"

Joe kissed his daughter's forehead as he held her in his arms.

"Me too." he said. "Marrying mommy is like being with a different woman all the time."

Jess kicked at him like a mule making him laugh.

"Don't say that." she laughed. "She'll go to school and say it and her teachers will never let me hear the end of it."

He just chuckled and with a boyish shrug said, "Sucks to be youuuu."

Jess rolled her eyes as she kept fading.

"Daddy." Aaliyah said getting Joe's attention again.

"Yeah, babydoll?" he asked in amusement.

"Can I cut my hair like mommy?" she asked.

Jess bit her lip to keep from laughing and Joe silently cursed her through the mirror.

"Well, maybe we wait a little while.." he said carefully.

"But I want it!" she argued.

"I know." he said. "But you also like doing your Elsa braid don't you? And you can't do that if you cut your hair really short. Did you know that?”

"Well...." Jess said and he covered Aaliyah's eyes briefly so he could reach out and swat his wife's ass eliciting a giggle from her.

"Mommy wears wigs sometimes!" Aaliyah responded and Jess silently fist pumped out of their daughter's line of sight.

"Tell you what." Joe reasoned. "We wait until the end of the school year and if you want to cut it for the summer we can. Deal?"

"Deal!" she said and they did their little secret handshake. "Now, Daddy, I need something from you and I need you to not say no."

Joe chuckled, "Well, that's a tall order babydoll. I have to know my terms first."

"I need an Elsa braid." she said. "And I need it right now. And I also need some snacks."

"Snacks?!" he teased. "Doesn't your mother feed you?!"

"I feed her plenty." Jess cut in with a look. "But she's our child...meaning she's a bottomless pit. I don't know what you want me to do. She ate a whole pot of spaghetti for lunch. It's your turn to feed the human garbage disposal."

"Mommy!" Aaliyah gasped. "How dare you?!"

Joe nearly choked on his spit and pushed his fist into his mouth as he watched his daughter perfectly mimick her mother's theatric response to him....like 90% of the time.

Jess turned around and moved to her child still in Joe's arms.

"I am so sorry, Madame Aaliyah. However, may I recieve your forgiveness?" she asked placing a sweet kiss on Aaliyah's little nose.

"I want you to do my makeup." she said.

"I can do that." Jess said.

"Like a fairy." Aaliyah continued.

"Ok, sweetcakes." she said.

"But an ice fairy.... cause like Elsa. And Elsa powers...cause Daddy you're still gonna braid my hair right?" she asked and Joe gave her a nod.

"Ok!" Aaliyah said clapping her hands together. "Mommy! Get your kit and make me sparkly! Daddy! Get the comb- the pink one - it's important!"

"Yes, Ma'am!" Jess saluted her daughter and left the bathroom to find her kit.

Joe set his daughter down on the stool and found the comb before looking down and seeing that tons of his wife's hair was all over him.

He pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it into the hamper before returning to Aaliyah's hair.

Eventually, he managed to put together a braid that resembled ....well, a braid.

But it was good enough for her.

However, he failed to notice his wife in the doorway staring at him with her bottom lip tucked between her teeth.

She moved into the room and set her kit down.

She then reached out and placed her hands over Aaliyah's ears as she stared at him.

"Joe?"

"Yeah, babe?"

“Imma need you to put a shirt on."

"What? Why?"

"Because your standing there shirtless being a wonderful father and if you don't quit....you're gonna have to put another baby in me."

He smirked.

"Hey, I could be into the idea of a baby again."

She snorted, "Yeah, but you're not the one carrying it....or the one pushing it out of your coochie."

"Maybe we can just practice." he winked.

Jess smirked before removing her hands from their daughter's ears and looking down at her.

"Babycakes, you wanna go to Nanny's tonight?" she asked.

"Yes!" she cheered and promptly ran off to pack her backpack.

"Should we atleast offer mom the courtesy of asking?" Joe laughed.

"Joseph, your mother has already claimed her for tomorrow. I'm sure she'd love it. Plus you know she'll take her to KFC and bingo night."

"Good point." he said. "Liyah! Get your teddy bear! We're going to see Nanny!"

He then turned to Jess, "And you should prepare for a long night of disgusting activities."

"Joe!" she laughed.

He growled and pulled her in by her neck, "I'm going to fill you up so good."

"God! Get out!" she laughed and shoved him out of the bathroom.

The Mazzellos may or may not have a breeding kink.

Also, it may or may not be the reason they now have Aaliyah.

Jess took a look in the mirror.

In truth, she was ready for another baby.

However, she wasn't sure if she was ready to deal with Joe when she was pregnant because he couldn't keep him damn hands off her.

But damn...the sex was good and that new Daddy glow fit him just right.

And of course, nothing could beat the feeling of motherhood.

They made good babies and she knew it.

With that, she snapped her birth control shut and locked it away.

Hello darlings! Hope you enjoyed this little piece and have a wonderfully awesome day!

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fandomblues · 6 years

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Friends Help Each Other [Peter Hale]

Fandom ; Teen Wolf

Pairings ; Peter Hale x Werewolf!Reader

Summary ; You need a little help with dealing with your heat. Being the stubborn person you are, you refuse to approach any of your friends for help. Good thing you aren’t exactly friends with Peter.

Warning(s) ; oral sex, unprotected sexual intercourse (wrap it before you tap it, kids!), swearing

Word Count ; 3.0k+

Author’s Note ; Hello! This is my second piece of writing after a really long time (the first one was posted almost a year ago i think??) and also my first smut, so bear with me; i'm a little new to all of this! I was working on this quite a few months ago before I stopped due to school and I continued this a couple of days before so the back part might be a littttlllleee different. I also only proof read this once so it might be a little crappy lol. Constructive criticism is much appreciated! Enjoy xx

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You were trying your best to concentrate on what Harris was droning on about. You screwed your eyes shut, anxiously rubbing your legs together to try and soothe the dull ache between your legs. You could feel the sweat trickling down your forehead. It was a cool day so there should not have been a reason for you to feel so warm, but you were in heat.

You craved attention from a real human being; not just your hand. You had attempted to get yourself off for hours the night before, but nothing worked. After recovering from a high, the ache returned and you were back to feeling displeasured and needy.

"L/N!"

Your head shot up and you gazed at your chemistry teacher, disorientated. "Would you be so kind as to tell me the factors that affect the rate of collision between particles?"

You looked back down at your open textbook, which wasn't even on the correct page. You opened your mouth and stuttered out an "uhh" rather unintelligibly. Harris narrowed his eyebrows. "L/N," he yelled. "Tell me the factors that affects the rate of collision between particles," he repeated.

When he realized you were unable to answer, he let out an exaggerated sigh of disappointment. "This is the kind of stupidity I deal with everyday," Harris began as he walked down the aisle of the lab.

"Yo, Y/N, are you alright?" Stiles asked from behind you. You felt his hand touch your shoulder and you immediately tensed up. You had never felt any sort of romantic attraction towards Stiles, yet a simple gesture of concern from the boy left you breathless.

"I need to... n-need to... need to....,"

You stood up, dragging the chair against the floor with an ear-piercing screech. Harris paused in his speech and glared at you indignantly. "Sit down, Miss L/N, before I decide to give you detention for the next week," he snapped.

You ignored your teacher and gathered your things in a hurry before rushing out the class. Behind you, you could hear Stiles calling out your name; though he was silenced by your teacher very quickly.

You ran down the hallway, shoes squeaking against the floor. You had to get home, you made a beeline towards your car, hopping in and immediately speeding back to the loft. You couldn't use your hands, they were not going to be any use in taming the fire in you. You needed someone, a person.

The only question was, who?

Derek was your alpha and by any right, you should be able to approach him for help. But you couldn't, it would feel way too awkward afterwards. You saw him as a brother. And so was Scott, Isaac, Boyd and any other male friend. You growled and whacked the steering wheel in frustration. You needed some sort of relief as soon as possible, and there wasn't much of a choice left. Derek it was.

You reached the loft and rushed in, abandoning your belongings on the floor. "Derek!" You called out.

When there wasn't any response, you called out his name again. You sighed frustratedly and ran your hand through your hair. The ache between your legs was getting increasingly uncomfortable and you shifted from one foot to another and rubbed your thighs together.

That's when you heard footsteps coming down the stairs. "Derek?" You called out. "I really need a favor from you now," you gasped out. "Like, right now."

"No Derek here, sweetheart. Just me."

You stiffened. You knew that voice anywhere. You looked up and prepared to make a snarky remark at Peter Hale, but your breath hitched in your throat. You'd always found the older man attractive and while you spent a lot of time around him during pack meetings and what not, he wasn't someone you would say you were close to. But at that moment, you really wished you were a lot more closer to him, especially in a physical way.

"Cat got your tongue?" He teased, stepping forward. Just his voice alone had you dripping. He had that damn smirk on his face. He knew what he was doing to you, you practically reeked of need, and he was enjoying every second of it.

"I'm looking for Derek. I need his help," you choked out, taking a few steps back reluctantly to maintain the distance between you two. Peter seemed unfazed by your efforts to separate the both of you and continued walking towards you.

"Well, I'm right here, aren't I, Y/N?" he grinned. "And I am very willing to lend a helping hand if you so desperately need one."

You didn't say anything, just kept silent and stared at his beautiful face. To be honest, you were not exactly quite sure how to respond. But then you thought it through.

Peter and you weren't the closest. He could help you with your heat, and both of you could go back to being acquaintances after that. No need for awkward glances or random thoughts about having sex with your close friend who you had no attraction to.

You hadn't even realized Peter was standing right in front of you, and he gently used two fingers to tilt your chin up to meet his eyes. Those damned baby blues could make any creature swoon.

"Just say the word, darling. I'll be happy to help," he drawled.

Fuck it.

You tiptoed up and let your lips meet his. He returned the kiss, snaking his arms around your waist and pulling you close.

His tongue made its way into your mouth, exploring its new surroundings. You moaned as his hands caressed your waist. Your skin tingled and you tugged at his hair, silently begging him to do something to appease the wolf inside you. He grinned mischievously and let his hands wander down to your butt, grabbing a handful of flesh and giving it a rough squeeze.

You jerked against him and whimpered, grabbing onto the collar of his shirt. "More," you mumbled against his lips. "Tsk tsk, so impatient," he remarked, letting his lips move down your neck. You tilted your neck to allow him more access to devour you. With that simple movement, he immediately found your sweet spot, and got to work at pleasuring you; nibbling and biting and sucking.

You gasped and clawed at his shirt, letting out a whine. You would have collapsed onto your knees if it weren't for him holding you up. Peter licked a long stripe up from your neck to your jawline, before reuniting both of your lips.

Peter backed you up against the wall and squeezed your thighs, giving you the signal to jump. You did so, and immediately wrapped your legs round his waist. You shifted and rubbed yourself against his jeans, earning a grunt from him as he nibbled on your bottom lip. Your fingers tangled in his hair as he carried you over to the couch, both of you collapsing onto it in a groaning heap. Peter took the chance to snake his hands under your your shirt, fingers tracing along the edge of your bra.

You pulled away with the intention of taking off your shirt, but Peter stopped you and used his claws to rip it apart.

"Hey! You can't just go around ripping people's clo-" Peter cut you off by pressing his lips to yours again. "I'll buy a new shirt for you, darling," he murmured. He lent back and used the claw on his pointer finger to saw through the middle point of your bra. It popped open and freed your breasts, letting Peter immediately lean down and latch his mouth onto your nipple.

You let out a gasp and he nibbled gently, sending shivers down your spine. He released you nipple and kissed down, letting his lips glide along your stomach. You shivered and let out a hum of appreciation. He was almost to where you needed him to be. Peter unbuttoned your jeans and yanked them down, along with your shoes, and you hurriedly kicked them off towards the side and spread your legs eagerly.

Peter removed his shirt, and returned to his place between your legs. "Tell me what you want, darling. I want to hear your words," he purred, pressing kisses up the inside of your thighs. "Please touch me," you whimpered, bucking your hips slightly, silently begging him to do something.

Peter glanced up at you and flashed a cheeky smile. "I'm already touching you. You're going to have to a tad bit more specific, Y/N."

You let a little frustrated grunt. You didn't have time for this. "I need your fingers in my pussy. And your mouth. Please, Peter," you whined.

The older Hale grinned and pressed his fingers over your panties, and you practically let out a sob of relief. He slowly dragged his finger down to your dripping entrance, before dragging it back up again to your clit and applying a little pressure. Fucking tease.

He pulled your panties to the side and latched his mouth onto your clit, making you jolt in surprise and let out a pleased moan. He nibbled gently and dragged his tongue down to your entrance, collecting your juices. He dipped his tongue in and swirled around, making your cry out.

Peter's mouth went back to your needy clit and sucked on it as he brought his fingers to the party. He teased your entrance for a bit before slowly pushing in his finger, your walls immediately welcoming him and clenching down. You moaned and thread your fingers through his brown locks, giving it a little tug. Peter groaned at that, and the vibrations went straight to your core, earning yet another sound of pleasure form you.

Peter added another finger, and that's when he reached up and used the pads of his fingers to rub against that sweet spot of yours. You squealed and bucked your hips and Peter used his free hand to pin you down as he stimulated your G-Spot at a faster pace.

The familiar feeling in your stomach began to build up, and when Peter bit down gently on your clit, you lost it. You cried out his name, your walls clenching round his fingers and releasing your juices.

You expected Peter to resurface from the spot between your legs, but he stayed where he was and continued working his magic with his mouth. He didn't give you time to recover from your previous orgasm, and you immediately felt a second wave of pleasure overcome you as he continued his actions. You whined and let out a few sobs even, from how overstimulated you were.

After your second orgasm, you attempted to push his head away, already oversensitive from cumming twice. "One more time, darling," he crooned, all while using his fingers to pleasure you.

You sobbed. It was way too much, but at the same time you didn't want him to stop. You'd figured Peter would probably be more experienced in bed than most guys your age since he was much older, but my god, was he an absolute beast. You cried out and bucked your hips violently as Peter let his tongue slither into your entrance. He lapped up all your arousal, and you allowed your third orgasm to take over you.

Your body shook violently, and the only sounds that echoed through the loft was Peter's name falling from your tongue and the obscene lapping sounds coming from between your thighs. Peter sat up and pulled his shirt off before looking down at you exhausted self with a shit eating grin on his face.

You panted and struggled to catch your breath, glaring at him tiredly. "Need some time, sweetheart?" he asked wickedly, bringing his soaked fingers to his mouth. You shivered as you watched him lick his fingers clean of your arousal.

For a second, you opened your mouth to tell him to give you a while, your body felt like it was going to combust anytime soon if you came again, but then you felt that ache come back again, and all you could let out was a whine.

That was all Peter needed to hear to know you were more than ready to continue on. He leant back down and reconnected your lips, dipping his tongue in and letting you get the slight aftertaste of yourself. He pulled back once again and skillfully slid down your panties and threw them to a corner, thankfully not destroying them. He unbuckled his belt and yanked his pants and boxers down together, immediately releasing his cock from its confines.

Your face immediately went red. You figured he was big, but not that big. He had to be about 8 or 9 inches with an impressive girth. It didn't look like you would be able to wrap your hand around him fully.

Peter saw your reaction and smirked mischievously. "Women tend to have that reaction when they see me for the first time," he boasted arrogantly. You frowned a little when he said that, but he took no notice and went back to kissing you. How many women had he been with in the first place?

Maybe it was because of your heat, but you didn't like the strange feeling that bubbled inside you after Peter had said that. It made you feel possessive; uneasy that other women have touched your Peter before. You chose to keep quiet, but you let your hands travel to his broad shoulders and sink your nails into him just a tad bit, gripping onto him for dear life.

The older werewolf reached towards the drawer on his night stand, but you hurriedly stopped his hand when you realized he was getting a condom. You shook your head violently. "I'm on the pill."

Peter's pupils dilated even more, if that was even possible, and he slowly took his cock into his hands and drag the head down your dripping entrance. You let out a childish whine and bucked your hips. "Just fuck me already," you complained, eyes screwing shut. Peter stared at you intently, rubbing his length between your folds to slick himself up before he pushed himself into your needy cunt. You moaned loudly, head dropping backwards and exposing your neck, which Peter took as an invitation to start peppering kisses all over and leaving hickeys.

He slowly pulled out, letting you thoroughly feel every inch of his cock dragging through your sensitive walls. You weren't in the mood for teasing though, and you let your claws emerge and dig into his shoulder blades. The older werewolf let out an animalistic growl and he shoved his length back into you again, earning a loud squeal. He pulled out again, and set an inhuman pace as he thrusted in and out of your begging pussy.

The only sounds that echoed through the loft was your gasps and moans as Peter drilled into you, and the sound of his skin slapping against yours every time he thrusted back into you. Peter lent back up and thrusted upwards, hitting your G-Spot perfectly, and you arched your back and let out a cry of pleasure. Peter raised his eyebrows in realization, and continued slamming into that particular spot.

"Ooh, Peter...," you moaned, letting your hands travel down to your clit and rubbing harsh circles around it. He grunted and sped up his pace as he continued his assault on your battered pussy, eyes trained on the parts when you were both joined.

Your stomach began to tighten as you felt your fourth orgasm start to build up. Your breaths became short and you focused on the pleasure that Peter was providing you. The delicious feeling of his cock moving in and out of your hole.

"Are you going to cum, princess?" Peter panted. He was close too. His grip on your hips tightened, which would definitely leave bruises the next day. You nodded feverishly, practically drunk on the immense amount of pleasure as your hands moved back up to his back. Your claws emerged and you let your hands drag down the length of his back, earning a hiss from the older man. One of Peter's hands crawled up your body, and he gave your right nipple a little pinch. That did it for you.

You cried out, you body trembling as you climaxed, coating Peter's cock with your juices when you came as you held onto him for dear life. Peter let out a groan as he thrusted a couple more times before he unloaded inside you. He continued his thrusts for a little longer, dragging out your orgasm.

Peter pulled out slowly, watching as his cock slid out of you and his cum dripped out of your pussy and onto the sheets. He whistled and gave you a wicked grin, leaning down and pressing a rough kiss to your swollen lips, which you returned happily. "You're so fucking hot," he mumbled against your lips.

You blushed as he rolled over to your left and passed you a couple of tissues to clean yourself up. After that, he laid down next to you and turned over, his back facing you, and pulled the covers over both of you loosely.

You frowned a little as you adjusted the covers around your waist, pulling them up to your chest and snuggling into his back. You craved the body heat and attention. The wolf inside of you was calm for now, but it still need comfort and security.

"What are you doing?" Peter asked gruffly, not bothering to look at you. You nuzzled your face into his bare back; which was lightly streaked with red claw marks from your earlier activities. "Cuddling," you murmured. You knew Peter wasn't one for affection, but that didn't stop you from trying to get cosy.

Peter didn't reply and he heard your heartbeat eventually fall to a steady and calm pace. He figured you had gone to sleep after a while, and he had every intention of getting up and leaving you alone in his bed. But no matter how hard he tried to convince himself to stand up, he couldn't seem to move as he got used to the warmth you radiated from your position behind him. He felt oddly comforted and pleased at the thought of being close to you. Eventually, he let sleep overcome himself as well, relishing in the feeling of your small frame curled up behind him.

#smut #teen wolf #peter hale #peter hale x reader #peter hale imagine #peter hale one shot #mtv #ian bohen

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kyulkyungs · 6 years

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reverse-idol!jaehyun

Request: OH MY GOD! I LOVE YOUR REVERSE IDOL AU! HOW DID YOU MAKE IT THAT GOOD? 😍😍 Could try you do one for Jaehyun NCT, please? They are really good 😍- anon (ajsgkdfhg thank you kindly!!!)

(part 2 here!)

others: doyoung (part 2) | jaemin (part 2) | haechan (part 2) | renjun | jisung

jaehyun was actually your classmate in school during your trainee days

except he was pretty quiet in class and mostly kept to himself because his friends were in different classes or in different years

and plus you were always gone training and working really hard for your debut

so he never really noticed you for the longest time lol

it wasn’t until maybe three quarters through the year that he noticed you were in his class

you were so tired from a late night of practice that you walked to some random desk thinking it was yours and just fell asleep on top of it

you didn’t care that your face was a mess and that you were snoring and just plopped there and slept away

and when jaehyun walked into the class he saw that someone was in his seat and honestly didn’t have the heart to wake you up and move you

so he just sat in the desk next to his and shooed the person away because he knew someone else would probably wake you up and then he’d feel bad

while you were sleeping he snuck a look at you because he really had no idea who you were and found that............

wow........ you’re pretty cute...................

and your snores......... although loud........ they’re also kind of cute??

he’s totally not trying to be creepy but he’s still studying your face and thinking that you’re a real looker and just admiring you while he has the chance

he thinks to himself that you could totally pass for an idol and nods to himself imagining you having a bunch of pictures taken of you and all of them coming out nicely

he quickly looks away when he sees you shifting and groaning a little bit in case you woke up

but he realizes that the shifting wasn’t repositioning or waking up, you were........ shivering

and jaehyun was like well what kind of guy would i be if i let this lovely person fend for themselves in the cold

he totally didn’t want an excuse to get close to you for a little bit

but he takes his outerwear off and even though it’s probably uniform, he didn’t care since your uniform obviously wasn’t doing enough as it is

and then he carefully drapes it around your shoulders and makes sure it’s covering you enough to act as a mini blanket

and when he sees you snuggling into it after a minute or two he turns a little red

when the teacher walks in they don’t say a word about you sleeping and him being out of uniform and just start teaching and jaehyun is glad because he’d hate to be called out but also when he looks at you a second time he sees the bags under your eyes and he feels really sad all of a sudden

by the end of the day he forgets his jacket and zooms out of there because he realizes that he had somewhere to be and that he promised his pals he’d be there

and when he runs out of the classroom, he almost knocks over a desk and that noise is enough to wake you up

when you start you realize that you slept most of the day and the only notes you have are probably from being awake for only forty minutes tops and the words are all messy and you can’t read them at all

and only then do you feel a weight on your shoulders and a different but comforting smell surrounding you

when you touch your shoulders, you feel someone’s jacket

you look around but no one looks like they are the owners of the jacket and most of the class is gone anyways

but one of your classmates notices your confused face and they walk up to you and ask if you had a good nap and then they tell you that the jacket belongs to a guy named jung jaehyun

and then you’re trying to rack your brain because you can’t pin a face to the name and you’re like......... this is what i get for sleeping all the time and being gone who is this guy

but before you can ask the classmate leaves and you’re left by yourself pretty much

and when you glance at the time you’re also bolting out of your seat because oH SNAP YOU HAD PRACTICE TODAY

and when you get to the studio with your stuff you realize that you’re still holding onto the jacket and your members notice this too and are crowding around you

they keep prodding at you and asking who the jacket belongs to and if it’s your boyfriend’s and honestly it flusters you so much so you have to shoo them all away so you can get ready

and you fold the jacket up nicely and make sure there’s no wrinkles in it and no loose hairs left on it and you put it on top of your bag to keep it nice and safe

and during practice you get super distracted every now and then because you have some guy’s jacket but hey it smells really nice and it was super warm

and because you’re so distracted you can’t focus on the choreo your group is doing a cover of and they let practice let out early because the other members were also showing varying signs of fatigue still present from the week’s rigorous practice

and then so when you’re at the dorms you can’t sleep because who??? is that guy??? why did he decide to help you?????? literally no one has talked to you the entire year

you decided you’d find out the next day in class and honestly that was the first day in a while where you were fully awake and alert and you had a pretty decent amount of sleep

and you sit at the desk you sat at yesterday because honestly??? which desk did you sit at? you moved around so much and no one said a word that you had no idea which one you were initially assigned

and when the class all comes in you try looking around to see if anyone is missing a jacket but there’s?? no one out of uniform?

and you’re looking once more at this mysterious jacket in your hands because is........ is it someone from another class?? another grade???

who???

and you don’t really notice that there’s this kind of awkward guy sitting in the seat right behind you today who’s trying to get your attention but you’re nervously fretting about and it’s kind of cute he doesn’t want to bother you??

before jaehyun actually has the guts to actually say anything the teacher comes in and it’s time to be quiet and learn and honestly jaehyun doesn’t get anything done staring at the back of your head

the more he takes in your features during class, the more there’s this little voice in the back of his head telling him that there’s something oddly familiar about you

he has it on the tip of his tongue but he can’t voice why you look so ????recognizable?????

i mean he has seen you before because he’s seen you at least once at school before all this but

............ he keeps doodling on his notes about your face and it isn’t until much later that he realizes that there’s cute little doodles on at least half the paper

he also hears word of there being an exam the following day and he realizes that class is over and crap he didn’t take any notes but that’s okay he’ll borrow from someone and he does really well in the classes

but he sees you and is like............... they haven’t been in class for a long time and sleep a lot right???? do they even know what lesson we’re on??

and just as you’re about to leave for the break, jaehyun is tapping on your shoulder and that’s when he finally sees your fully awake self up close and he’s in.......... he’s in awe

and he gets so flustered he just points to his jacket and is like that’s-that’s mine.......

and instead of turning red or anything too you just smile super brightly at him and he swears that a million stars just blinded him by that radiant show

when you thank him and hand him his jacket back, which you saw that he had a spare and why didn’t you think of that before his name tag is also on this jacket duh, you brush hands with his and you’re like......... soft..

and you move to leave again after thanking him a second time but jaehyun stops you once more and now is nervously glancing around and hopping on the balls of his feet

so you have to calm him down by patting his shoulder and just telling him to say whatever he wanted to

so he offers to tutor you or help you study for the test the next day and when you just give him a confused look he’s like

i mEAN YOU’rE alWAys gONE so LIke??? u WANt hElp OR nO?

and you’re like........... i’m??? good???

and jaehyun gets even more confused because ???!?!?!?!you’ve missed out pretty much the majority of the year already?????

and then you basically grab his hand and lead him out into the hall and he’s a red mess because you’re holding hands with him

he doesn’t even know your name why are you holding his hand oh wow it’s soft asldkmgfjg

but you guys stop in front of this bulletin board and you point to your name and you’re like ...there

??huh??

that’s me, that’s my name

and he gets confused like you took him all the way out into the hall to show him your name??

and then that’s when he realizes....... oh............. that’s............. that’s the honor roll

you’re pretty high up there too

but he also realizes that............... oh you’re that trainee that his friends are talking about...... you’ll debut soon under that one big company wow no wonder you looked so picture perfect and oH his friend showed him a picture of you and it was a teaser photo and wooow

and when you ask him if he’s okay he just breathes loudly and you’re laughing all of a sudden??

and it’s such a cute noise that jaehyun is even more flustered now because you’re beautiful and smart and your voice is like velvet klsgjdkfnjdkfn

and jaehyun hears small screeching noises and sees his group of friends running down the hall in the both of your direction

and unconsciously, he just...... protects you by stepping in front of you

and his friends notice this and slow down and give the two of you a lot of room and you’re just peering around him because who are these guys and why is one of them panting like he ran seven flights

but they’re all throwing questions at him about you and he gets so dizzy and you feel kind of bad for him so you grab his hand and make a mad dash for it

but not before calling out “sorry, we’re on a date right now so please leave us be for the break!”

#elli writes #fluff #jaehyun #nct #nct imagines #nct scenarios #neutral pronouns #reverse idol au

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daveeddiggsit · 6 years

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Tutor?

WIDEOUT MASTERLIST

Series: WIDEOUT

Note: This is the most cliche series/fic I’ve ever written and probably will write lol. (I decided to split this up into a series that I’m entitling WIDEOUT!) I’m not entirely finished with writing it yet (I still have one part to go, I think), but I decided to release the first part today since it’s Saturday. Enjoy, and please lemme know what you think! I’d love some feedback.

Word Count: 2,262

Pairing: Thomas Jefferson x Reader

AU: High School. Football Player/Tutor

Warnings: None. Chemistry? High School?

Summary: When you’re assigned to tutor Thomas Jefferson in chemistry, you find out that there’s more to him than just football. Will you end up being more than just a tutor?

Tags: @musicalmoriarty @nadialinett14 @jazygirljazzy @coololdsoulpoetlove @perfectionistdia @friendlyneighborhoodwhatever @gunsandshiiiips @wreakhavoconmacroissantdiggs @wiffle-snuffles @snufflypuffly @walkingtvs

“Alright, everybody. For the final five minutes of class today, I will be handing back your tests from last week. The average grade on the exam was an 88.” Your chemistry teacher says as she picks up the stack of papers that lie on her desk.

"Amazing job as always, Y/N." Mrs. Stephenson smiles when she hands you your graded test on chemical compounds. It has a 98 circled in red pen at the top left of the paper.

As your teacher hands out the papers, you chat with your best friend Maria, who sits in the desk next to you.

“Ooh, what’d you get?” Maria asks from her seat, leaning over to get a glimpse of your grade. “Knowing you, you probably got a perfect score.”

“Nope,” you say, “I actually got a 98.”

“Wow, nerd.” She teases.

“Shut up, I am not!” You laugh, shaking your head at her. Your best friend calling you a nerd is a regular occurrence, but you don’t take any offense to it. “Chem is my best subject, okay?”

“Okay, whatever you say, Y/N…” She trails off and you roll your eyes, directing your attention back to your teacher who is handing papers back to the group of football players who sit in the back of the classroom.

"Mr. Jefferson, I'm afraid I'm going to have to see you after class. We need to discuss some things regarding your grade in this class." She says when she hands Thomas Jefferson’s test back.

Thomas' buddies, James Madison and Aaron Burr, who sit to his left and right 'ooo' obnoxiously, causing the star athlete shove both of them while rolling his eyes.

You know who, well, everybody knows who Thomas Jefferson is. You know that he is good at multiple sports (he’s on the varsity football and track team), his dad used to be in the NFL and his family is rich because of it, all the teachers love him (except Mrs. Stephenson apparently), and all the girls have had a crush on him at some point of their high school career (you’d be lying if you said that you didn’t find him at least a little bit attractive...).

As the star football player, Thomas is one of the most popular kids in school. He carries himself like the stereotypical jock: cocky, poised, outspoken, and most of all — he’s hot and he knows it.

So to say the least, you are actually surprised to hear that he’s not doing well in this class. You’re pretty sure he has to have good grades in order to play on the football team — all athletes do, to your knowledge.

Oh well. It’s not your problem anyway. Why do you even care about all this? You’ve never even talked to the guy…

The loud ring of the bell dismissing class snaps you out of your thoughts. As you get up and gather your things, you are ready to head out of the door with Maria when Mrs. Stephenson calls your name.

"Y/N, could you stay behind for a few moments?"

You pause in the doorway for a second. Maria and you exchange confused glances before you face Mrs. Stephenson. “Uh, yeah sure.” You respond hesitantly before you turn back to Maria. “I’ll text you later.”

She nods before she turns to exit the room, leaving you in the room with your Mrs. Stephenson and a few others.

"Yes, Mrs. Stephenson?" You ask politely, walking over to her desk with your books hugged to your chest. “You wanted to talk to me?”

"Yes, one moment, Y/N," the chemistry teacher says, her sight set on something over your shoulder. "I’d like Thomas to join in on this conversation as well. This involves both of you."

Wait, what? Thomas? Why would he need to be in this conversation? What could this be about? You’ve never even interacted with him before.

Your heartbeat begins to beat slightly quicker as you grow a bit nervous.

Mrs. Stephenson raises her voice so that Thomas and James (who are still talking to each other in their seats towards the back of the classroom) can hear her. "Thomas, can I speak with you for a moment. And James, don’t you have another class you need to be getting to?"

Thomas mumbles something that makes James laugh. Mrs. Stephenson doesn’t seem phased at all as her stern look pierces into Thomas and James’ slow-to-move figures.

"Alright, man, catch you later at practice." You hear Thomas finally say as they do a special handshake and bro hug.

“Later, Jefferson.” James says before he walks out of the room. “Bye, Mrs. Stephenson.”

Thomas saunters up to Mrs. Stephenson's desk next to you as James leaves the room. "What's up, Mrs. S?" He asks coolly before he nods to you. "Hey, Y/N."

He knows your name?

"Mr. Jefferson," your teacher begins. "As you know, you are extremely close to failing this class, which is not only bad for your reputation, but mine as well."

"Okay..." Thomas trails off, leaning against the desk behind him. "And?"

You look him up and down as he nonchalantly glances at Mrs. Stephenson. He’s wearing a varsity jacket (stereotypical), fitted jeans, and Nike shoes that you’re sure are hella expensive. The silver chain he wears around his neck backs up that statement.

"And, as you also most likely know, Y/N has the best grade in this class.”

Thomas takes that moment to glance over at you, causing you to quickly snap your gaze to Mrs. Stephenson. You can feel his stare on you as your chemistry teacher continues.

“This explains why I will be pairing the two of you together so that she can hopefully help you better your grade through a number tutoring sessions over the course of the semester."

Thomas looks back at Mrs. Stephenson before he scoffs, clearly annoyed by his teacher’s accusations. "Is this really necessary? A tutor?" He asks, crossing his arms. "I mean, I'm not a dumb guy. Nothing against you, Y/N, but I don't need a tutor to help me learn."

“None taken,” you chime in. You’re just as surprised as he is about this whole thing. Thomas and you are on the same side here; you don’t really want to tutor him unless you absolutely have to.

"Well, your grade says otherwise, Thomas."

The football player presses on defensively. "Well, what about James? His grade isn't that great either. Why doesn't he need a tutor?"

"Mr. Madison has a B- in this class. You have a D, Thomas."

Thomas pauses for a second. "Really?" His eyebrows quirk in confusion. "Well, damn..."

"I'm afraid neither of you have a choice in this matter.”

Well, shit.

“Y/N, I'm sorry to put you in this position, but it is the school's decision. The science department scores need to be brought up, and this is the way we are choosing to take action. Thomas, you will either get tutored until you bring your grade up, or there will be repercussions and your coach will have no other choice but to kick you off the team."

"Coach would really do that to me? To my teammates?" He hops to his feet and actually looks offended. "Are you really-? You can't be serious."

"Deadly." Mrs. Stephenson responds sternly before she stands up from her desk and grabs her empty coffee mug. "I'll leave you two alone to exchange information, set up times, etcetera. Good luck to the both of you. I’ll be looking forward to seeing your progress in the upcoming weeks." She says, walking out the door to presumably fill up her cup with a fresh brew (well the freshest you can get from the cheap coffee machine in the teacher’s lounge).

The two of you stand in shocked silence. After a few moments, you sigh and turn to him.

“Well, uh… I guess I’m your tutor now…”

He looks at you and nods slowly, his curls slightly bouncing as he does so. “I guess so.”

You set your books down on a nearby desk and shrug off your backpack, taking your phone out of its front pocket. You unlock it and open the Contacts app before you hand it to Thomas. “Here, put your number in. We can start tomorrow after school, I guess.”

“Okay, so I have practice from 6-8 everyday after school, except for Fridays which are game days, and I have practice Saturdays from 2-4.” Thomas explains, as he types in his name and number before he gives your phone back to you. “But tomorrow right after school works.”

“Wow, you could have just said that. You didn’t need to give me your entire life story, Jefferson.” You laugh softly, causing him to flash you a charming grin, but you miss it as you send him a quick text so that he knows it’s your number. “Just text me and make up a schedule. I’m usually free right after school.”

“Alright, sounds good, Y/N.” Thomas nods as you put your backpack on and pick up your books.

“See you around, Thomas.” You say, and he waves at you as you walk out of the room and towards your next class.

As you walk in the hallway, your thoughts run freely. You’re not entirely mad about the whole tutoring thing (you’re not happy either; it’s not like you want this), but you know that it’ll at least look good on a college application in the future. That is all you have to look forward to.

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“Alright, Jefferson. So, what exactly is it that you need help with?” You ask, taking out your chemistry notes. Thomas sits in the chair next to you, tapping his pencil on the surface of the wooden table. The library isn’t entirely empty yet, which means that there’s ambient noise surrounding you both. It’s the perfect condition for studying.

“I don’t know.” He says, shrugging. “Everything?”

“Let’s just start at the beginning, yeah? The easy stuff.” You reply, opening your notebook.

“Whatever you say, darlin’.” Thomas shrugs with a hint of a smile. “You’re the boss.”

You have to force yourself to not let his charm or smug persona affect you. So you ignore the nickname he calls you and move on, but not before you address something with him to get it off your chest.

“Listen, Jefferson, I’ll be honest, I don’t really wanna be here any more than you do. Tutoring isn’t really my thing. Neither are athletes or sports or anything like that. No offense.” Your blunt statements cause him to raise his eyebrows, but an amused expression appears on his face.

“None taken.” He smirks, and it’s like a mirror of the day prior in Mrs. Stephenson’s classroom. “Gonna take more than that to offend me, though.”

“I wasn’t trying to offend you, that’s why I said ‘no offense.” You reply, breaking eye contact before continuing. “I’m sorry if I came across as rude, but I just want you and I to be on the same page, okay? I’ll give you my full attention and you give me yours. Then, hopefully this’ll all be over quicker and we can go back to our separate lives.”

“Okay, now that offends me.” Thomas says, faking hurt and putting a hand over his heart. “Tryin’ to get rid of me already? Really, sweetheart, that hurts.”

“Really...?” You trail off, giving him a pointed look, but his fake pout persists and you know that if you want to make any tutoring progress in the near future you have to give into his antics. “Fine... I’m sorry you feel that way?”

“Good enough.” He shrugs, before he adds on another sentence. “I was just messin’ with you. I know what you mean, though, so yeah - you’ve got my full attention, princess. Doesn’t mean I’ll like chemistry any time soon, though.”

“Wasn’t expecting you to, genius.” You roll your eyes, biting your lip subconsciously. “I’m not gonna be offended if you hate chemistry, trust me, Jefferson.”

He watches you with the edges of his lips quirked up into a small grin. “You know I have a first name, right?”

“You earn first name privileges after the first tutoring session.”

“Well, what are you waiting for, then? Let’s get on with it.” His grin widens, causing you to let out a small laugh and look back down at the paper that’s between you.

You can feel his gaze still on you as you try to put your mind back into chemistry-mode and come up with a question to gauge how much of the subject Thomas actually knows.

“What does the C stand for on the periodic table?” You ask him after a few seconds of silence.

“Carbon.” The football player answers, breathing out a laugh. “I’m not hopeless, Y/N.”

“I mean, you did say everything before, didn’t you? I had to make sure.” You grin (making Thomas roll his eyes) before asking, ”Do you know how many protons it has?”

Thomas’ eyes narrow in concentration as he thinks. “Seven?” He says slowly as if he’s unsure of his answer.

“Is that a guess?”

“Nah, I know this stuff.” He says confidently, but you know he’s lying. “I swear.”

“Well, you’re actually wrong. It’s six.” You correct him.

“I knew that…” He mumbles, looking down at the pencil in his hand.

You sigh internally but don’t let your true, already frustrated emotions show on the surface. Deep down you know that tutoring Thomas Jefferson is going to be a challenge to say the very least.

#thomas jefferson x reader #jefferson x reader #high school au #hamilton #wideout #daveed diggs #daveed diggs x reader #updated oct. 27 2020

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aj-draws · 6 years

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The Final Straw

The June Project || June 2 (Day 2) || Dedicated to @thekeytohappiness-is-you!

Steph ahh my friend ily 💙 You’re such an amazing person and you’ve been so kind to me and to so many other Fanders, too. You’ve helped me out of a bad creative block, and just talking to you makes me feel at peace. I’ve been developing some other story ideas, so feel free to message me anytime to debunk my AUs lol 😊 I decided to dedicate a oneshot for you (using one of the title ideas you gave me). I really hope you like it, I had lots of fun writing it!

[Post about The June Project]

Summary: After having a relatively uneventful day, Patton is elated when he sees his best friend enter his coffee shop. Virgil’s job as an NSA agent seems like a monotonous cycle where nothing exciting would take place, but Patton’s interest is immediately piqued when Virgil says that he has a story to tell him.

Ship: Prinxiety and Logicality (Some platonic Moxiety as well)

Warning: None

Other Stuff I’ve Written: Describing Sanders Sides Ships, Rainbows, Smiles and Other Great Things (Like You), Part 1 of my Teacher AU Ideas

((Note! Everything in regular font is in Patton’s POV, and everything in italics is a flashback told in Virgil’s POV))

I heaved out a satisfied sigh, straightening up. After thoroughly cleaning all of the empty tables in the shop, I put the damp towel away and sat down in one of the vacant booths.

The smell of coffee beans and whipped cream lingered in the air. My fellow employees chattered among themselves in the kitchen, thankful to have a rest after the morning rush hour.

Today had been a quiet day, and I admit it was peaceful, but having customers to talk to and interact with can be entertaining. As if the universe read my mind, the dinging sound of a bell rung as the door swung open.

A beam spread across my face. “Kiddo!”

I stood up, hurrying to the counter. One of the coworkers poked their head from the kitchen, but I just waved a hand dismissively and they retreated back into the other room.

Sitting down on the swirly chair in front of the cash register, I spun around once before placing both hands on the counter to stop myself. I lifted my head, meeting my best friend’s gaze. “Long day at work?”

“A day that’s about to get longer, Pat.” Virgil answered with a small smile.

From observing his body language-he didn’t seem tired at all. He looked to be emitting this cheery glow, even, which was a little uncharacteristic for him. Now that I was thought about it, his hair was combed neater than usual, and his choice of clothes was much more stylish and charming. He was still keeping his whole ‘dark and stormy’ look with the eyeshadow, leather jacket and ripped jeans, but the button-down, courtesy of Logan, and the tie was different.

“Would you mind whipping up something light for me? Your pick.”

“Hmm, how about a frappucino?”

When Virgil nodded, I rung it up into the register, hopped off the chair and got to work.

“So not a black coffee for today? Is there a something we should be celebrating?”

I meant that to be a joke, but when I looked over at Virgil’s expression, he could barely mask the joy plastered on his face. His cheekbones rose up and his scrunched up facial features eased up for a brief moment.

“...I suppose you can say that.”

And without telling me a thing, he placed a five dollar bill onto the counter and walked off.

My fingertips buzzed with the anticipation sparked by Virgil’s vague response. As I was getting the can of whipped cream out of the refrigerator, my phone vibrated. I checked the text, smiling a bit before putting it back in my pocket.

I finished making the frappucino in a rush, got the change needed from the five dollar bill, and practically sprinted to the booth Virgil was seated at. I sat down in front of him, grabbing a straw from my shirt’s chest pocket and placing it down on the table along with the drink.

“Logan’s on his way, by the way.”

“Good, I want him to hear the story, too,” was all Virgil said. He then eyed the abundance of straws dangling from my pocket. “Do you mind giving me two more straws?”

“Okay.” I fished out two straws and put it down on the table. He took one of the straws and fiddled with it, staring at the table.

“So...do you remember that guy I keep telling you about?”

“Ooh~ The one you’re basically infatuated with?” I asked playfully, batting my eyelashes in an innocent manner.

“Y-Yeah. I guess...” The volume of Virgil’s voice deceased into a stuttering mumble. He coughed and went on, “It involves him.”

“Really? Well, go on.”

“I mentioned him before, but I never told you the whole story. I’ve actually been assigned to him as his agent, you see. And I’ve been...interested in him over the course of this past month.

Virgil tugged the wrapper off his straw and plunged it into his frappucino. He took a lengthy sip and started, “About a month ago, when I was assigned to be his agent, I didn’t think much of him...”

“Just another normie? Great.” I mumbled under my breath.

I watched over him through his laptop’s camera, and he did typical, normal adult stuff. Sometimes he’d walk off and forget to close his laptop, so I’d look around his room. He had lots of bookshelves, mostly about poetry and love.

The complete opposite of me.

And then-

“I’m here.”

I cheered, beaming, “Logi Bear!”

“Patton, darling, I told you not to call me that.” My boyfriend pecked at my forehead before taking a seat beside me. “Salutations, Virgil.”

“Too bad, sweetheart.” I stated before kissing Logan’s cheek.

“Ew, love.”

I arched an eyebrow and gave him a pointed look.

He raised his hands, laughing. “I’m joking, Pat.”

“Anyway, Lo,” I looked at Logan, who was unwrapping the second straw. “He’s telling us a story and you need to listen to this.”

“Alright. What’s it about?”

“We’re onto the second straw.” Virgil explained. “Basically remember that guy I told you about?”

“Roman Prince. Brown hair and eyes. Likes Disney, singing and ‘being extra’.”

I gasped. “Vocab word.”

Logan nodded pridefully. “I’ve been studying.”

“I’m proud of you.”

“Yep, that guy. How did you even remember?”

Logan stood up, sticking the straw into Virgil’s frappucino and taking a long sip. He sat back down, his shoulders bouncing. “You talk about him frequently. How could I forget?”

Virgil’s face reddened and he ducked his head. “...U-Uh, yeah. Well, he has a Tumblr and an Instagram, but I found his Instagram first...”

I put on my headphones and clicked play. The first cover of his that I listened to was ‘Someday My Prince Will Come’. Then I listened to all of his covers until it was one in the morning. His voice was so soothing and gorgeous.

After getting a few hours of sleep, I went to work. Again he was up early in the morning, making breakfast and listening to another Disney playlist.

It was so early in the morning and I wasn’t feeling too sane. So, within the blink of an eye, I had opened up a blank ad on his computer screen. I was going to type something...until I snapped out of it.

I panicked, and replaced it with some random car advertisement before he could notice.

Virgil kept quiet, rolling the remaining straw along the table with his thumb. He finally picked it up, giving me a look.

The gears turned slowly and steadily in my head. Beside me, Logan snapped and spoke, “I see now. It must be-”

“The final straw!!” I exclaimed, eager to see where the story’s going to go from here on. “If the other straws represented him almost finding out, then this one...must mean...?”

Virgil’s mouth opened, then shut. Before he could say a word, Logan said, “Let him finish the story. I enjoy the tension Virgil’s building up so far, and him blatantly telling us the ending would ruin the surprise, don’t you think?”

“Oh! Yeah, you’re right.” I nodded, glancing back at Virgil. “What happened next?”

“Well...”

I shook my head, yet I couldn’t help but smile. I watched with pure bliss as Roman danced around his bedroom like a maniac, bopping his head and blasting the song on full volume.

“Then step into my candy store!”

In addition to being a Disney enthusiast, Roman also happened to be a huge musical dork. Out of the musicals, right now he was singing along to ‘Candy Store’ from Heathers, which is also one of my favorites.

‘As if he couldn’t get more attractive,’ I thought to myself.

“It’s my candy store,

It’s my candy.”

I was so tempted to just burst out into song. I looked around, and a lot of my coworkers that had offices around me were on break. I let myself hum to the tune.

“It’s my candy store,

It’s my candy.”

Then humming became full on singing.

“It’s my candy store”

When Roman belted out the high note flawlessly, I didn’t even notice my lips parting. The note slipped out of my mouth, and my voice perfectly harmonized with his.

The video buffered. The long note at the end was suddenly cut off. My jaw slammed shut and the air was sucked out of my lungs.

Roman looked around, puzzled. “Wha...? I could’ve sworn I heard something...perhaps someone...”

I held my breath. No...no, it couldn’t be.

With a shaking hand, I reached up, my pointer finger gently tapping my mic. The faint sound of static met my eardrums.

My microphone was on the whole time.

“And?”

I leaned over the counter, completely absorbed by his story. What happened next? Did Roman figure it out? Did Virgil get in trouble? What if-

“And nothing happened.”

“...”

“I’m just kidding, of course something happened.”

Virgil cocked a smirk, leaning back in his seat and taking in his little victory. I dropped down onto the seat in defeat, pouting childishly. Even Logan crossed his arms and gave a huff.

“Okay, okay.” He chuckled a bit before continuing on. “So I was freaking out, but I didn’t want to get in trouble, right? Instead, I turned off my mic, and made a blank ad pop up on his computer screen.”

“What did you write?”

He shrugged, but I could feel the pride radiating off him. “I started out with, ‘Hey, it’s the candy store guy’. And instantly he said aloud, ‘Oh, I heard about this! I think I read something like this, an NSA soulmate AU or something.’ Then he...he smiled into the camera.”

I ‘awwed’ and sighed happily. I loved it when people gushed about something they like, it’s just really cute. Virgil looked off into the distance, his bright brown eyes glittering as he recalled the interaction.

Oh, how I hope whatever happened went well...

Logan’s hand brushed against mine, and I responded by lacing my fingers through his. Our hands lay comfortably under the table, resting on my lap. He looked at Virgil, then at me, nodding reassuringly.

I blushed a little and returned his comforting gesture with a light squeeze of his hand. So he was thinking the same thing, after all!

His gaze traveled back to Virgil. Giving a cough to get his attention, Logan asked, “Do you mind finishing the story, Virgil?"

“Right.” Virgil snapped out of his daydream and looked back at us. “I looked it up a long time ago, but he actually lives somewhere near us. So I...” He squirmed a little in his seat.

“Yes?”

“I might’ve typed in the address of the coffee shop and invited him on a date and he maybe is on his way right now?”

“...”

“That’s wonderful, Virgil, I’m very proud-”

“oH MY GOLLY GOSH KIDDO I COULD CRY RIGHT NOW!!” I reached over, cupping his face in my hands so I was squishing his cheeks. “Are you serious??”

“Patton, why in the world would I joke about landing a date with a hot guy?”

“Ohhh my, oh my! Ahh that’s so adorable and we could meet up at the coffee shop all the time and go on double dates and,” I began to ramble, stopping when I caught a glimpse of a brown haired man outside. “...Virgil. I think he’s outside.”

“What??” Virgil sputtered. He sat upright, almost choking on his drink.

His eyes went wide and I was about to panic until Logan stepped in, “You two, calm down. Virgil, straighten your jacket, and Patton, we should leave him and Roman alone.”

“Sounds good!” I agreed. I patted Virgil’s head and smiled warmly. “You’ll be fine, kiddo. Give him a little smile, and remember to be yourself.”

“We’ll be close by in case anything goes wrong, so don’t you worry.” Logan hooked his arm around mine and we started to make our way to the kitchen. “Good luck.”

“Thanks, you guys.”

Logan and I went into the kitchen, joining the other employees that were also intently listening in.

Finally, after a few seconds of waiting, the bell rung and the door burst open.

“Hello, there! You must be Virgil.” The man approached him, flashing a dazzling grin that could make anyone melt.

Virgil slowly stood up, mouth agape. “...Yeah, th-that’s me.” He stuck out his hand. “Nice to meet you.”

“The pleasure’s mine!” I expected a handshake, but then I started to squeal. He swept Virgil’s hand into his in the most prince-like way possible, leaning down to plant a kiss on his knuckles.

“Roman Prince, at your service.”

“Y-You...”

“Hm?”

“You could step into my candy store anytime~” Virgil pointed finger guns at him.

“.....Pffft-”

Roman burst into laughter, and eventually Virgil relaxed and joined in. The two took a seat at the booth and chatted for a while.

“You have a lovely voice, by the way. You truly do.”

“Well, mine is nothing compared to yours-” Virgil clamped a hand over his mouth.

“Care to explain?”

“I’ve...actually been following your Tumblr and Instagram for a while now." He admitted, scratching the back of his head.

“That’s wonderful! Wait, you have a Tumblr?”

Virgil nodded, showing him his account on his phone. Roman suddenly shot out of his seat, gasping loudly.

“You...You’re kidding? That’s you?? Holy smokes, I adore your art!”

“What? You’re kidding me-”

“I. am. not.” Roman grabbed Virgil by the wrists and stared into his eyes. “Do I look like I’m kidding?”

Virgil blinked rapidly, stammering out, “N-No...”

“I’m not.” Roman cleared his throat and smiled hesitantly. “I know this is so soon, but...if I’m being too hasty, feel free to tell me. I...

I was wondering if we could collab sometime? What do you say?”

Virgil smiled-really, sincerely smiled this time. He said,

“...I would love to.”

---

“You owe me five bucks.”

“Huh?” I looked over at Logan, tilting my head.

“Remember that text? In addition to informing you about my arrival, I made a bet with you.”

“Shoot, I almost forgot!” I slapped my forehead, slipping five dollars from my wallet and handing it to him. “How did you figure out that Virgil was going to go on a date with someone?”

“I would have to say his eyes gave it away.”

“His eyes?”

“I was video chatting with Virgil beforehand.” Logan looked at me, and the smile on his lips made my heart flutter. “And the way his eyes sparkled, it reminded me of how your eyes shone when I asked you to be my boyfriend.”

“Oh my gosh, it did look really familiar.” I placed a hand on my cheek, feeling it grow warmer with every passing second. “I remember, you prepared this entire speech...and a poem, too! It was embarrassing...”

“You loved it, don’t lie.”

I giggled, placing a finger on his lips. “Oh, hush!”

#the june project #sanders sides #my writing #prinxiety #virgil sanders #roman sanders #hella gay #roman x virgil #creativity x anxiety #logicality #logan sanders #patton sanders #logic x morality

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show-choir-gal · 6 years

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13 Reasons Why Preference: How They Ask You Out

Clay: Clay asks you out over text. After the Crestmont first encounter, you two have been talking every day. Although you and Clay live in the same town, you go to a private school that's located a few towns over. You now lived with your dad, but you're not demoting from a prestigious private school to sucky public school so you commute over 45 minutes every single day.

*Text convo*

Clay @ Crestmont ;) : So what's private school like?

Me: Well, it's strict but fun. It's very productive and everyone actually cares about their work... unlike what I've heard about most public schools

Clay @ Crestmont ;) : Yeah, like no one in my classes actually care, its like, me a few others that really try

Me: That's literally not heard of here. If you slack, you get kicked out. It's pretty serious LOL

Clay @ Crestmont ;) : Damn hahaha

Clay @ Crestmont ;) : Hey, are you busy Friday night by any chance....?

Me: I should be, why?

Clay @ Crestmont ;) : Would you like to go out to dinner? My treat

Me: Alright, sounds like a plan kiddo

Me: I'm glad you didn't forget to ask for my number ;) xD

Alex: Alex asked you on a date during his little surprise band room visit. You were practicing your Oboe solo for the Winter concert but it also an audition piece for the state band. The days to the audition and concert grew closer and closer and you were growing more and more nervous by each passing day. You asked the band director if you could have the band room to yourself to practice during your free period and he agreed. It was the longest period of they day which at first was a great idea in your mind. But mistake after mistake was being made and you grew increasingly frustrated. You replaced the reed to see if that was the issue, and alas, it was part of the issue! You kept practicing the piece over and over again. Marcello Concerto in C minor was the only sound in your mind and in the room, you were fixated on this piece of music, so it was no surprise you didn't hear the door open. You finished the last eight measures and you looked at the sheet music with a pleased smile forming on your face. You let out a sigh of relief.

"Wow, that was amazing." A voice said. It startled you and you fell off the chair and onto the floor. He ran over and helped you back up.

"Uh, thanks *laughs*" You replied as this mysterious boy helped you up. When you were stably on your feet, you looked at the boy and holy hell was he cute. Bleached Blond hair and a gold septum ring, 'He's my type' you thought.

"Is that for the winter concert?" He asked.

"Yeah, and it's my audition song for the state band." you replied.

"Well, if you do what you just did, they'll have to let you in." He said, which made you blush. A few moments of awkward silence passed before another word was broken.

"I'm sorry about scaring you, I'm Alex by the way."

"I'm Y/N. It's fine, I was just so emerged in my music that I didn't notice the door open."

"Hey, this may seem a little too straight forward, but are you busy after school today?" He asked.

"No, why?"

"I was just wondering if you you wanted to go to Monet's and grab a drink and...uh...chill...?"

"If you're trying to insinuate that you're asking me on a date, then it's a yes." You replied with a smirk.

A smile grew on his face and he bit his lip as he walked toward the door.

"I'll meet you at your locker." He said with a wink before he closed the door.

Justin: Justin asked you out right after a basketball game you went to to support your twin sister Amanda, who is a cheerleader. You always sit right behind her in the bleachers and help her with her hair and makeup. Everyone asks you to join the cheerleading team but it's not really your style. You give her a hug as the team goes up as they announced the home team, which was us. The team did their routine and then our players came onto the court. You scanned the area and your eyes laid upon Justin Foley, and when he noticed you look at him with a smile, he turned to talk to Zach Dempsey and Zach then talked to your sister

The game started and the cheerleading team sat back down, you noticed Zach and Justin glancing in you and your sisters direction fairly often. You tapped Amanda's shoulder.

"Mandy, what did Zach talk to you about?" You asked in a rather hushed voice.

"Oh, Zach said that Justin asked if you were single and if we were actually twins."

The game eventually ended, and the cheerleaders were heading to the locker room to change. You caught up with your sister just before she opened the door.

"I'm driving us home, I'll meet you in the car." She nodded and you headed out.

You were about to unlock the car when you heard two familiar voices.

"Hey Y/N." They said in unison.

"Hey Zach, hey Justin." You responded.

"Is it true that you and Amanda are twins?" Zach asked.

"Well, yeah. We're identical twins. Can you not tell?" You responded.

By the look on his face, he couldn't tell. You laughed and hopped into the drivers seat, Justin made his way to your window.

"I think you're really pretty, would you like to hang out sometime?" Justin asked with a wink and a smirk.

"Sure, here's my number." You replied and quickly jotted down your number and handed it to him.

He took it and smiled this smile that you'd get when you got that box of 48 crayons back in third grade.

Monty: Monty asked you out a few months after the altercation with your brother. The day after the fight you were called down to the office to explain what happened. You got a few detentions, but nothing too serious. Monty was given in school suspension for a month or else he would have been suspended for three months. That month passes and the gut wrenching feeling of seeing him in the hallways came back. You had just gotten to school since you had a dentist appointment early in the morning. You grabbed a book from your locker and shut it and started walking toward your class when all of a sudden you spotted Monty. You immediately darted in the other direction when he started running to catch up to you.

"Y/N please wait."

"Why? So you can start a fight with me just like you did to my brother?"

"No, I want to apologise."

"I never thought I'd hear that word come out of your mouth Montgomery."

"Look, if you go on a date with me to Monet's, I'd actually like to talk to you in a better atmosphere than school."

Jeff: Jeff asked you out during your tutoring session. Jeff normally doesn't acknowledge that you exist, nevertheless sit next to you.

"Hey Y/N." He said with that world famous smile of his.

"Hey?" You replied, you have a crush on him but why was he talking to you?

"I know this is kinda weird, but you're really good at this whole periodic table stuff and I really need a really good grade on this test to stay on the team. Do you think you could tutor me?"

"Yeah, of course! When are you free?" You asked.

"I know this is very last minute but I'm free after school today, I can drive you to my place if that's alright for you."

"Yeah, that's fine. I'll just need to text my sister that I won't be home when she gets off the bus."

"Awesome, thank you so much! Just follow me when class is over."

Jeff stayed next to you the entire class, you never knew he was struggling in chem, but when I looked over he gave that very confused look to the paper as the teacher was teaching us about about the periodic table and how the test will be on every single element on the periodic table. The class went by in the blink of an eye. You packed your bag and followed Jeff to his car. You hopped into the passenger seat. He drove away and he started small talk, but you noticed that his hand was hovering about the stick which was odd but you didn't really think much of it. Once we made it to his house, we got out of the car and he unlocked his front door. He showed you around his house and then we finally landed in his bedroom. We hopped onto his bed and you began helping him with what he needed.

Two hours later and most of what has been taught is actually making sense to him. He knew almost every element group and what each elements properties are. He offered to drive me home since I live on the other side of town. We got back into the car and he started driving to my house.

"What do you want to do when you get out of high school?" He asked.

"I really want to be an analytical chemist, this is going to sound so cheesy, but I've wanted to be one since I was a little girl." He smiled at the response.

"That's not cheesy, that's cute. You're really cute when you talk about chem." He said, he looked like he regretted what just came out of his mouth. You blushed.

"What do you mean by that?" You asked, genuinely wanting to know and see if I could get information from him that he was obviously withholding.

"Well, you have this really sweet smile when you talk about anything chem, even in class you get a huge smile on your face. And you had this spark in your eyes when you were teaching me and helping me. You're just, so cute."

You were blushing, your face was beet red and you had this huge and stupid smile plastered across your face.

"I remember back in fifth grade, Monty spread the rumour that you liked me. I can't believe I'm even admitting this, but I always wished it was true even though we never really talked." He said, his face growing almost as red as mine.

"It was true." I said while trying to hide my blushing face.

"Was?" He asked, sort of puzzled.

"It still is true."

A few moments of awkward silence, and Jeff broke the tension.

"Tomorrow, would you like to go on a date?"

Zach: Zach asked you out the night he met you. You were covering a shift at the local diner. The girl you're covering for got the stomach bug and can't stand up without puking her internal organs out.

Your shift was about to end so you were cleaning up a tad bit so the next persons life wasn't too bad, but as you were cleaning, the basketball team at your high school piles in, one-by-one. You were the only available person to wait tables so you had to drop the cleaning supplies, pick up the notepad and pen, and head over.

"Welcome to Rosie's Diner, are you ready to order?" You asked with a smile. You noticed that Zach was staring at you, not in a creepy way, like an admiring way.

The boys told you their orders one by one until it came to Zach, who was too zoned out staring at you to notice anything around him.

"Yo Zach!" Justin said as he snapped his fingers to get him out of his trance. "I think he wants a piece of you." Justin said, laughter erupting from the table, and a nervous laugh and a flushed face was gained from Zach.

You handed the cook the orders and brought their drinks and then continued cleaning. The bell rang with the food and you brought the meals to the table and continued to go back to cleaning. You looked up when you heard the boys snickering and looked up at you and back to snickering, but you just brushed it away. Moments later, you heard someone clear their throat. You looked up, it was Zach.

"Here's what we owe." He said as he handed over the stack of money and the receipt.

You looked at the receipt to see the tip, there is a phone number on the bottom. You looked up.

"Call me?" He asked.

You simply nodded your head with a smile and he smiled back and went to his boys and they all clapped and left. 'Picking up shifts are too bad' you thought to yourself.

After your shift ended, you got into your car and called the boy.

"Hello?"

"You wanted me to call?"

"Oh yeah, I didn't think you'd actually do it, I was starting to get my hopes up."

"Why did you want me to call you? Doesn't a handsome man like yourself have a girlfriend?"

"No, haha. I wanted to ask you on a date. Does tomorrow sound good?"

Tony: Tony asked you out once he finished working on your car. He drove your fixed car to your house and you were so excited to see your baby working even better than before!

"Thank you so much Tony! How can I repay you?"

"Will you go on a date with me?"

Tyler: Tyler asked you out after a project shoot. There was a partner assignment and you ended up getting paired up with Tyler. You two had never talked so this was a new friendship opportunity.

You two sat together on the bleachers after school to discuss what we were doing. It was an open assignment but you still needed to plan something.

"I was thinking taking pictures of you in the sunflower field a few towns over." He said, fidgeting with his camera.

"Why me?" You asked.

"You're basically model status. You're gorgeous, why wouldn't I use you as the subject?" He said, you blushed. "Cute girl, cute field, cute pictures. Perfect." He said with a smile.

The entire time he was your personal photographer, all he did was throw compliments around. After the shoot was over you two started looking at them in silence until Tyler spoke up.

"I'm going out on a limb here since I'm pretty sure you're single, but if you're not busy after your shift on Saturday, I'd like to take you on a date.

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